#it's always the exact same fucking haircut
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I love (sarcastic) how one of our common archetypes for system members is short gay guy with an androgynous shoulder length hair.
#it's always the exact same fucking haircut#it's slightly infuriating because we should each be distinct#on our own#but there's like ten of us#or more#so we aren't
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i wanna brag about it (i wanna tie the knot) ; choso.
pairing choso x f!reader
word count 2.6k
synopsis overworked, stressed, and in need of relief, choso comes home to the sight of you looking all pretty and sweet. it's been a long time coming, and tonight is the night where choso finally gives in to his deepest desire: fucking a baby into you.
content contains babysitter!au (babysitter!reader), ceo!choso, half-brothers!choso & yuuji, toddler!yuuji, implied age gap, breeding kink, obsessive + possessive!choso, housewife kink, misogynistic ideals, wet n messy, size kink, belly bulge, bro is literally so in love with you and dreams abt starting a family with you
Choso could use a drink right about now.
He’s rummaging through his fridge, more than happy to grab one of the many bottles in the back (he doesn’t want Yuuji accidentally grabbing one by accident — not that it would happen, thanks to your supervision), but he startles away from the fridge when a voice fills the silence of the kitchen.
“Late night?” You tease, giving him that sweet smile of yours that has the stresses from today lifting from his body, easing the weight on his otherwise tense shoulders.
Fuck.
Proof that today was a major shitshow is evident in the fact that Choso has forgotten all about you. Staring at your body clad in nothing more than one of those skimpy cropped-cami-and-boyshorts matching sets you always favor, he finds it hard to believe that he could ever forget about you. The refrigerator light bathes you, envelopes you, casts a warm glow on your soft skin and makes it look like you’re an angel radiating some bright aura. A subtle glance at your entire body allows him a glimpse of two, tiny peaks poking through the thin material of your top. You like keeping the house cold. He swallows hard, finding the willpower to focus on your face.
Not like staring at your face is enough to stop his cock from twitching in his work trousers. In fact, he probably gets even harder looking at you, especially when he can tell you’ve probably just finished your very sacred and meticulous nighttime skincare routine, your face glowing. Seeing you all clean and fresh, savoring the domesticity of you washing your face in the same bathroom he brushes his teeth in, salivating over the way you look standing in his kitchen (it could be yours, too, if you would let him give you everything he wants to) wearing nothing but your pajamas — it all makes his hindbrain want to take over. He’s spent the last fourteen hours stuffed in a boardroom or his office, and your simple existence is enough to soothe his soul and send him spiraling, all at the same time.
Choso could really, really use a drink right about now.
“Sorry, I meant to call to tell you—”
“Don’t worry about it.” You smile at him goodnaturedly, like you’re not still in college with much better things to do on a Friday night than wait for him to come home.
He should be thankful that you’re so sweet to him, but just the idea that you did have plans tonight makes a hot coil of jealousy tighten in his stomach.
Choso knows that he shouldn’t be feeling this way; he shouldn’t even notice you as much as he does. It starts out with the little things, first, like making sure his assistant gets your favorite snacks restocked during his usual weekly grocery delivery. He asks you about your schoolwork, and then finds himself filing away people he knows in your major’s industry. It’s good to have connections, he tells you, giving you the number to a good business acquaintance of his who’s looking for an intern in the near future. And of course, he’s hyper aware of the fact that you are a very beautiful girl. Unfairly so, with the curve of your lips and the slope of your nose; every time he sees you, he plays a game with himself. Tries to notice something new about you, a beauty mark, a new haircut. If he had the time, he’d probably try to get an exact count of your eyelashes.
And now, he’s noticing too much of you. The way the fabric of your tiny matching set seems to accentuate every aspect of your body. How he can smell the sweet scent of your body wash and lotion. The way you’re staring at him, so innocently, completely unaware of the lewd thoughts that run rampant in his mind every time you have him cornered like this.
Some nights, it’s almost too much to bear.
It’s been a tough day, though. Week. Month. Endless meetings, negotiations that never result in any firm solutions, just more addendums to contracts. He hasn’t seen much of anything besides his office and the boardroom; what’s the point of having an office with a skyline view if he’s too busy staring at spreadsheets and emails to even enjoy it?
Tonight, Choso realizes, is the night where he snaps.
He says your name in such a low register, you almost don’t pick up on it. You’re in the middle of telling him a cute story about what Yuuji did during recess with his pre-k class, but you pause.
Maybe it’s all in your head, but it feels like something in the air has shifted. The way your tummy’s butterflies seem to be in overdrive is only proof of this.
You’re used to the perpetual tension between you and Choso. Filthy rich, successful, always in a nice, tailored suit — looking purely on the outside, who wouldn’t want to get fucked by him? The more time you spend with him, the more time you fill the role of mother over just babysitter for little Yuuji, which gives way to deeper observation of Choso. He works incredibly long hours, but still has time to stay updated on all of Yuuji’s comings and goings, accomplishments and awards. He doesn’t have to; it’s not like he’s obligated. After all, Yuuji is his half-brother, a byproduct of his father’s mistress. He didn’t have to take him in, love him with his entire being, but he does, and this makes you fall for him only more.
Then, there’s the fact of how he makes you feel. Every time his hands will brush gently against yours, innocently and so quickly, you swear you’re being electrified. The way he says your name, the way he tells you anything, in that low voice of his is enough to get you squeezing your thighs together. But most of all, it’s the way he looks at you. At first, you thought it was because of your crush, but the longer you work for him, the more you realize that Choso will occasionally stare at you when he thinks you won’t notice.
But how could you not? How could you not detect the feel of his dark eyes scanning your figure, taking in your features? How could you not detect the way his eyes will darken over in lust when he watches you lick sweet cream off your fingers from an explosive can of whipped cream? How could you not catch the barest trace of a smile as he watches you interact with Yuuji at a park, willing to get your hands dirty to appease the toddler while Choso watches over the two of you from his seat on the bench?
How could you not fall deeper and deeper into his spell when the threads of lust continue to spool, tightening over your body, practically choking you with desire.
You don’t even realize how big Choso is until he’s standing so close to you, towering over you. So much bigger than you to the point where if you look straight ahead, all you can see is the rise and fall of his chest through his white button down (the one you ironed for him this morning).
His hands curl into fists, like he’s restraining himself. “Tell me now,” he breathes out, words coming out tight, like speaking to you civilly is proving to be a strenuous task for him. “Tell me that I shouldn’t fuck you tonight. That I can’t.”
Is he joking, or are you dreaming? You’re hyper aware of your breathing now, of the way you reflexively lick your lips, of the way your nipples are pressed taut against the thin, cotton fabric of your cami. You’re also way too aware of him, with the lustful expression in his eyes that give way to something more, as if this request of his means something more. Most men his age and in his powerful position have a wife or a girlfriend by now. As long as you’ve known him, Choso hasn’t been with anybody.
The stress, the agitation, that annoying, persistent feeling of constantly being pent up — all of it has been building up inside of him. Whoever is going to be on the receiving end of it will be lucky if they’re able to walk the morning after.
“But you can.” You say softly, almost scared that this is some elaborate trick, a means to see if his brother’s babysitter is to be trusted. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
There’s something animalistic in the way he takes you. When he kisses you, it’s hungry. Open-mouthed. Sloppy. It would be invasive if you weren’t so eager to let him, to allow his tongue to hit the roof of your mouth, to swap saliva in the messiest manner possible.
But there’s something gentle there, too. The way his hands cup your face, or travel to rest on your waist. He’s sweet, taking his time to help you slip out of your pajamas, and sweeter still — he lets out an appreciative hum as he takes in the sight of you bare, naked in the kitchen. Fuck a drink, Choso thinks as he takes in your nude body. You’re the only stress relief he needs.
He whispers the nastiest things to you as he gets you to sit on the kitchen island. He asks you to please spread your legs so he can see that pretty pussy of yours, and when you comply, he takes in a sharp breath before running a single, cold finger against your wet folds. He makes a crude, appreciative comment, asking you are you really this wet, baby? All of this because of me? For me?
You can’t answer him, of course. Talking is hard when he’s using two fingers to fuck you open, get you ready to take his cock. He’s knuckles deep, and when he curls his fingers right there, the only thing you’re capable of saying is a squeal of his name. Your juices are pooling into a puddle on the counter, the same counter where you served him breakfast so many hours ago.
He loves watching you. Choso could watch you every second for the rest of his life and still never get his fill of you. He only catches you during particularly chaste moments, moments where you’re humming in the kitchen or playing with Yuuji. He loves those scenes; it feeds the archaic, masculine ego inside of him that tells him he needs to make life easier for you. That you shouldn’t have to worry about school or work, about money or other frivolous things he has an abundance of. He wants to take care of you.
Seeing the way you lose control of yourself from the work of his own hand has him getting unbearably hard in his work slacks. He loves watching you, and he knows he’s going to love watching you get all depraved and drunk on his cock.
When Choso first tries to ease just the tip in, you have to curl your fingers over the edge of the counter, trying to steel yourself. With how wet and willing you are, it should be an easy enough task, but it’s made difficult by the fact that he’s just too thick.
Tip red and angry, leaking with pre, wide — just the sight of Choso’s cock is enough to get you even wetter, more pliant for him, but even the first stretch still has you hissing.
“S’okay, baby.” He groans, one hand on your waist, trying to steady you, keep you still so he can keep on pushing himself deeper. “You’re doing so good for me.”
You certainly don’t feel like you’re doing much of anything. It’s hard, when you can’t stop your walls from clamping down on his cock, making it harder for him to move or even think. When he fully enters you, your mind is already too dizzy with pleasure to think straight. You think he says something, but you’re not sure what, and you try to focus on his words, you really do, but then he starts thrusting, and you think it’s powerful enough to tilt the axis of the earth.
Oh, so this is what sex is supposed to feel like. He redefines everything you thought you knew about it. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you, the way the slickness and heat of your pussy seems to keep motivating him to go harder, the way if you look down, you can spot a tiny bulge every time he hits as deep as he can go — all of this combined marks the height of pleasure for you.
“You’re so perfect.” He grunts out, relishing in the way you tighten up at his words. Your eyes are a bit glazed, almost like you’re struggling to focus on what’s in front of you. He doesn’t mind one bit. In fact, there’s pride settling inside his gut as he realizes that he’s the one fucking all the sense out of you. “Let’s do this every night, baby. Do you like the sound of that? Of being my stress relief?”
He knows that you’re too far gone, too deep in the haze of pleasure, to process his words, to answer him.
“I wanna fuck you forever, baby. Make you my pretty, little wife and have you waitin’ at home for me. How does that sound?”
He assumes when your pussy tightens up that that’s a yes.
His hand finds your own, and he interlinks your fingers together. He might be fucking you all messy on the kitchen counter, but he still holds an overwhelming amount of affection for you. Of course he would want to hold your hand.
He traces your ring finger, feels the familiar sensation of his release building up. So close, he thinks to himself. He’s so close to getting everything he wants.
“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart. I’m gonna cum right. In. Your. Fucking. Pussy.” Each word is emphasized with a particularly hard thrust, and this — him saying that — is what your sex-addled mind registers. You’re vaguely aware that this could be a bad idea, but you’re too addicted to chasing after your high that you don’t put a stop to it. “Gonna give you a baby.”
“Please.” You moan out, the word coming out ragged and strained. Speaking is difficult, so so difficult. He’s happy to hear your beautiful voice, nonetheless.
“Atta girl. I knew you would understand.”
As if confirming to him that the two of you are meant to be, you both cum at the same time. You feel weightless and drowsy, too out of it to even process how sloppy and wet the mess in between your legs is right now. If Choso pulls out, his cum and your juices would make the counter even more slippery.
But Choso doesn’t pull out. His cock stays nestled in your wet heat, and he admires your fucked out form. You look a bit different from the fresh and clean girl who greeted him when he came home, but that’s okay. He loves you for you, every iteration you have to offer. He’ll carry you to the bedroom, where he can fuck you nicely, sweetly. Maybe he’ll try his hardest to not go too hard when he has you in a mating press. And after getting his fill of you, after the stresses of work disappear from his mind completely, then he’ll take you to the bathroom and get you all nice and clean.
He’ll even be a gentleman, showcase what a great husband he’ll be, by letting you sleep in while he cooks the family breakfast.
#choso x reader#choso x you#jjk x reader#one shot#drabble#smut#jjk smut#choso smut#choso kamo x reader#jjk fanfiction
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Alternate Reminder
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!reader
Word Count: 3.4k
Content: Miguel has trouble trying to treat you fairly when you remind him too much of what he had lost. Angst, misunderstanding.
A/N: I havent truly proofread this so I'm sorry. This took super long.
Part 2
Miguel thought you were special. He thought it was maybe the universe giving him a second chance when he saw you. His first love and his beautiful wife, standing in front of him while wearing a Spiderman suit. Maybe, he was destined to be with you, after all, a universe where you could understand him. A universe where he could finally be happy with you and Gabriella, a universe that he actually belonged to and he didn’t have to worry about destroying a whole universe just to be with you.
The only problem? This version of you had zero ideas of who Miguel O’Hara is. Miguel thought it was a canon event, for the both of you to fall in love. In most universes he had been to, you were with Miguel. In most, you were happy and had a family with him. In the more unfortunate universes, things didn’t work out between the two of you. The only thing that was unchanged was that Miguel and you were bound to find and fall in love with each other at one point.
However, Miguel hated your guts. His amor was sweet, responsible, and well-organized. You were the complete opposite of that. You were rude, irresponsible, and very messy as a person. He dared say that you were the messiest person he had ever met. There was no sign of organisation at your workstation. Papers were messily stacked on top of each other or swept across the desk. The mini shelf you had beside your desk was filled with books that were all falling to one side, some had completely collapsed. More files were squeezed on top of the books. Miguel’s greatest pet peeve was seeing the bent and folded pages being shoved into a file. The urge to help you reorganize was almost too big for him to handle causing the frustration to build up and was let out onto you instead. Miguel groaned as he met eye contact with you while he was buying his morning coffee. It was almost insulting to him how you had the same exact face as her, the woman he falls for in every universe.
On the opposite side of the same coin, you loathed Miguel O’Hara. He was bossy, pompous, and couldn’t take a single joke. Any conversation you have had with him ended up in the both of you arguing. Sarcasm was something everyone around you had gotten used to, except for Miguel of course who never seemed to catch on. He would simply give you a judgemental stare before giving a literal answer which you would roll your eyes at. At that point, Miguel would think that you’re being rude, and depending on his mood that day, he would either scold you or scoff at you.
“Just get over it, you’re always mad at Miguel anyways. I thought you would get used to it by now.” Gwen sighed, giving you the same response every time you ranted about Miguel. “It’s not like you don’t know the big guy,” Hobie said nonchalantly, having long gotten used to your rants about Miguel. “You hate him, we get it.” Pavitr groaned, complaining for the umpteenth time about how you always seemed to be talking about Miguel. Gwen chuckled, “If you didn’t point out every single flaw of his so heartlessly every time you rant about him, I would think you have a crush on Miguel or something.” Gwen said. “Hell no. I’m not fucking blind.” you defended, offended she would even think this way. “You gotta admit, big boss is quite the looker, too bad he’s a prick.” Hobie pointed out. “Speak of the devil,” Pavitr warned, straightening up as he stared at Miguel who was walking to your table’s direction.
You merely glared in his direction. Gwen was right, you should be used to him by now. He shouldn’t be getting under your skin so easily. So why can’t you just ignore him? Why does your mind always drift to him when you’re alone, why do you realise when he was due for a haircut? How his hair curls at the end when he lets his hair grow, how he reaches 10 minutes early to any appointment, and how he would get his coffee at exactly 9am in the morning. You shook your head, riding yourself off those thoughts. There was no way you actually had some sort of attraction to him right? Your mind drifted to the fight you had with him 5 days ago, his words still causing a dull ache in your heart. The both of you always fought but you were sure Miguel was going to kick you off the team until he called your friends the next day and gave you a mission through them while also completely disregarding your presence if he saw you around after.
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“Mind your own business!” Miguel exclaimed, you flinched at his harsh tone. “I was just-” “Who said you could touch my property?” Anger was practically the only emotion in his voice as he pushed you to the side. “Lyla told me you were having some troubles, that your screens had some kind of issue-” You gritted out, closing your eyes to calm yourself too. You only had good intentions to fix the issues he was fixing and now you were being accused of invading his privacy. You couldn't even remember any of the files that appeared on the screen while you were fixing his terrible code. Too focused on solving the technical errors to be poking your nose into his business. “I don’t need your help,” He seethed. “She was going to help you, Miguel. You have been complaining about it and even I can’t help you, you very well know she’s the only one equipped with the knowledge to fix this.” Lyla defended you. The fury in Miguel’s eyes scared you as well, “You need to mind your own business as well.” He snarled to Lyla before turning to you, switching off the orange screens completely. “I would rather let everything burn to hell than trust you to fix anything. You’re a fucking mess if you didn’t realize. ” Miguel spat.
It was your last straw. You had more self-respect than let anyone speak to you like that. “Kick me off, fucking kick me off already. You hate me anyways, right? So why do you bother keeping me around?”
“Get out!” Miguel bellowed and you didn’t need him to repeat himself. You took off the watch on your wrist and threw it to the floor, letting it break into pieces. In that moment, his words hurt you more than glitching ever would.
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Peter found you at a bar in your universe that day. You downed another glass of whiskey at the sight of Peter, you were in too bad of a mood to talk to anyone now and you know you would regret it if you lashed out at him.
Peter didn’t say anything, simply sitting beside you and staring as you downed one glass after another.
Peter ordered a drink, taking sips of his drink as he decided on the best approach to talk to you. Your anger was practically radiating off you, making everyone else stir clear of you.
“He’s all bark no bite.” Peter started. You scoffed lightly, letting the silence fall between the both of you. You turned to peter, feeling bad for putting him in an uncomfortable situation. “You heard already huh.” Peter simply shrugged, “Word travels fast. Practically the whole society knows.” You downed another glass at that, you wondered how much the story had changed as it was passed from one person to another. It was probably a field day at headquarters.
“There is barely anyone at headquarters, Miguel has been bringing hell to anyone he even makes eye contact with,” Peter answered as though he could read your thoughts. You had to bite back your words, to tell Peter that you really couldn’t care less about Miguel now nor did you need the company. Silence fell between the both of you, Peter lightly bobs his head to the music that was playing in the bar to relieve the tension that was building up. He was never one for tense situations. “You know, you’re not really that different from Miguel.” Peter immediately put his hands up in defense when you practically growled at his comment. “Well, it’s just that both of you would rather die than talk about your emotions. Thankfully, I managed to crack Miguel so I think I can do it for you too.” Peter confidently stated. You remained silent, swirling the whiskey in your hand. You didn’t trust yourself to not lash out at Peter, especially when he’s practically comparing you to Miguel. The man you hated in all of the multiverse
“Hm, silence. Miguel screamed at me when we reached this point.” Peter observed, laughing nervously at the memory of his talk with Miguel. “I guess I’ll just go on first then.” Peter wrung his hands nervously. “I’m sure Miguel didn’t mean anything. You just hit a sore spot.” You scoffed again, “What? By trying to fix his stupid system?”
Peter took another swig, he definitely needed the alcohol. “Do you not know about what is on those screens? One that probably popped up while you were fixing it.” “Contrary to popular belief, I wasn’t snooping on him. I was focused on the system itself.” You defended. Peter cringed ever so slightly at your response. “There is this girl on the screen, the one with a happier, better-looking Miguel.” Peter took another swig, this really wasn’t his story to tell. You pursed your lips, you did remember seeing the footage that Peter mentioned. You had to force yourself to look away, that you were invading his privacy.
“That’s his daughter.” Peter finished, trying to gauge your reaction. You simply preserved a blank look and Peter groaned slightly, he detested how stubborn you were. “Miguel found a universe where he had a family and was happy, but him in that universe had an accident so he replaced himself. Some butterfly effect happened and the whole universe collapsed on itself and he lost everything.” Peter explained. You finished your drink, everyone has lost someone. You understood why it was a sore spot but it doesn’t justify being a total asshole.
“Miguel didn’t mean anything he said to you. It was just- tough.” Peter finished. “I didn’t even do shit Peter, just decided to fix his system and he accused me of invading his fucking privacy. It’s not like he’s the only one who lost someone. We all did.” Peter shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. “He just fucking hates my guts and I don’t know why? He literally told most people about my past when he explains about anomalies so why is he so mad when I know about it?”
“Because you have the same name and face as his wife, the woman who he falls for in every universe.” Your jaw dropped at the information. You couldn’t ever fathom the thought of you and Miguel even being in love. The anger in you simmered ever so slightly. It would explain how his features softened when he sees you sometimes, the vulnerable look in his eyes when he stares at you for too long. A stranger with memories, that is what you are to Miguel. Miguel tries his best to treat you like others. It was exceptionally tough when you shared the same name and face as the woman he had spent his happiest moments with. “He never told me,” you told Peter. Peter shook his head, “No one was allowed to tell you. Not like many people knew anyways. He didn’t want to stir up any unnecessary trouble. You know how he is, he doesn’t like it when people try to share his burdens.” You pursed your lips, cursing out your alcohol tolerance. It was times like this you wished you could just forget everything. “It doesn’t matter. Miguel probably wants me out of his life.” Peter threw his hands up frustratedly. “If he wants you out he wouldn’t send me here to tell you about everything.” Peter admitted. Peter was worried when he heard the news of you and Miguel having a fight which is what brought him to talk to Miguel. Peter wouldn’t be able to find you by himself, only Miguel could. You closed your eyes, you had enough of everyone. You were so exhausted, everything has been so draining.
“Just leave me alone alright?” You said, stumbling out of your seat slightly before leaving the bar and Peter behind.
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“The anomaly was caught. We ensured there were no loose ends. Everything should be fine.” You reported to Miguel. Your hands were behind your back, there was a blank look on your face. Miguel bit his lip slightly at your cold demeanor toward him. He used to complain about you taking things too lightly. When you would stroll into his office with a grin, confidently telling him all the details of the mission even if it was insignificant. Now, you told him the bare minimum with a professional tone and stand.
Miguel used to complain and bluntly tell you that he didn't care for some of the details you told him after. Details like you and Gwen dropped by a Mcdonald's to grab some fries or that you also managed to finish a recent show. Now he wishes you would tell him, instead of you acting like this., all quiet and serious.
Miguel took a deep breath, staring at you as the platform descended. He looked away slightly, knowing things were still tense between the two of you. “Sorry about that the other day. I was not in the right place.” He apologised, forcing himself to meet your eye. Your expression was still blank, “It’s fine.” You brushed it off like you hadn’t been thinking about it ever since. “If that’s everything, I’ll take my leave now.” You told him, bowing slightly as you turned. Miguel flinched at the tone. “Wait.” He wanted to stop you from leaving. Then his head turned to the orange screens behind him that glitched every so often. “Would you-” Miguel hesitated, thinking if this was the best move.”
“I- can you help me fix the screens?” Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “I promise I won’t lash out at you.” Miguel weakly joked. You simply nodded, stepping up onto his platform. Miguel stared at you, you were so unlike yourself. There were no teasing comments, no laughter, not even a hint of a smile. You stood in front of his screens, diligently and skillfully opening and typing away a new code. Miguel shifted and fidgeted behind you, he was wrecking his mind for a conversation topic. You were the one who usually initiated or continued the conversations. His mind replaying all the conversations he had with you. A smile tugged on his lips, music was your common ground with him. He remembered how your eyes twinkled when you talked about your favorite songs.
“I recently got into classical music.” Miguel shared. Miguel was half-convinced that he wouldn’t get a reply when you let his words hang in the air while you focused on the task at hand. “Oh? Mahler?’ You finally replied. His eyes widened. “How did you know?” He was greeted with silence again and only then did he appreciate how quick your responses used to be. “I just want to know, because you seemed really confident about it. Did I tell you?” Miguel filled the silence himself. “I just saw it.” You gestured to the screens. He nodded, letting the tense silence take over again. You were never so quiet, he never had to deal with this uncomfortable silence when he was with you.
“You changed.” Miguel blurted out. There was no response from you as you continued working on the screens. You didn’t know how to respond either. The news about you being an alternate version of his wife, it was rather overwhelming. You used to spite him and annoy him just for the fun of it, but after everything, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it anymore. His gaze made you self-conscious now, of what he thought of you, and nor did you want a repeat of what happened that day. You did a lot of thinking the past few days and you had to come to terms with the fact that you didn’t hate Miguel O’Hara. You couldn’t hate him. The thought of him hating you, it was terrifying.
“What?” You muttered, Miguel barely caught onto your response. He placed his hands on his hips, looking down. “Look, I’m really sorry for that day and I know I can’t take back anything but I really hope you don’t distance yourself from me because of that.” Miguel swallowed, it was publicly known that the both of you never seemed to get along but the thought of you becoming cold to him made him shiver to his core. “You’re overthinking things.” You stated plainly, forcing out a laugh. Miguel sighed, “You just seem, very different. Let’s not even talk about our interactions. You have just been more distant with everyone, you’re taking things way too seriously and well, you’re a lot more well organised now. The biggest shame was losing the constant smile, boosted many of their morale even in the most difficult of times.” you swallowed bitterly, debating internally if you should snap at Miguel right now while you stared at the screens before you. “I had to work on not being a mess right?” You answered, quoting his exact words. Miguel’s eyes flashed with a hint of pain and you knew it was a low blow. He had already apologised, you’re the one who keeps bringing it up. But those words haunted you even till now.
“You really changed huh?” Miguel continued. He didn’t expect you to use his words against him. When you know that he regrets it, it was a low move even for you. “It’s done.” You announced, ignoring his comment towards you. Your patience was thinning again. He merely glanced towards the screens before looking at you again. “You’re not the person I knew,” Miguel stated plainly. You turned your head to him.
“I’m not the woman you had in mind, Miguel! I’m not your fucking wife and I’m sorry you had to go through that.” You looked away, running your hands through your hair in distress. “I never was. I’m sorry I remind you of her but I’m not her.” You snapped at him. Walking out of his office.
Everything made sense now. Miguel would be annoyed and frustrated with you most times, but there were times that he acted differently towards you. The times when he had carried you to a more comfortable place when you had fallen asleep on your table, the jackets that he had given to you to keep you warm still hung in your closet. The late-night conversations where he was more vulnerable towards you and had conversations with you about your interests while you hung from the ceiling, claiming that it helped you stay awake while you sift through the paperwork with him. You found it weird how he could hate your guts one second but be even sweet to you when it was just the two of you. At one point, you even thought you had fallen for Miguel O’Hara.
You shook your head, ignoring Miguel behind you as you rid the thought of even entertaining a possibility with Miguel. He never treated you as you are, he never liked you for who you are.
You simply shared a face and name with the woman he was destined to fall for.
You chuckle at how foolish you were while you stepped on the watch that Peter had given to you as replacement for your old one.
“I fucking quit.” You announced to a surveillance camera in the hallway, knowing fully well that he is monitoring the camera for your whereabouts now.
Miguel angrily swept the files off his table, growling out in frustration. He buried his face in his hands, he never saw you as the woman who he had fallen for and had Gabriella with. Sure, there were a few times your identical looks made his heart pace with what could have been. However, Miguel had started spending more time with you and getting to know you as a person. In those times, he reckoned he enjoyed it too much.
There was no way he was falling for you right?
Was there a point even if he did? You had already left him.
Miguel O'Hara always messes up his own happiness. That seems more like his canon event than falling in love with you.
#miguel o'hara imagines#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara fanfiction#miguel o'hara#spiderman#spiderman 2099#spider man#spider-man#into the spider verse#spider verse#across the spiderverse#atsv miguel#spiderman atsv#miguel ohara#miguel x reader#miguel ohara x reader#miguel o’hara x you
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you're losing me - R.G.
part 2
pairing: rick grimes x reader
summary: officer friendly gets too friendly with a certain blonde haired woman
warning: cheater!rick, swearing, kinda sad, established relationship, not a happy ending
a/n: idk man, hope you like it
word count: 1,991
"It's already dead, ya know? Don't have to keep stabbing it." Daryl grunted as he dropped his plate of food on the table, sitting in the empty spot of the wooden picnic table next to you.
You glanced down at your food, multiple holes littered the piece of meat from you stabbing it with your fork. You sighed, dropping the fork on the plate and rubbing your clammy hands on your jeans.
Your eyes landed back on the two people a few yards away. They've been laughing and talking for the past 20 minutes. Not a care in the world. You couldn't hear what they were saying, the chatter and noise of the picnic party drowning out their conversation. It didn't matter though, seeing their interactions told you enough. Some people would say they looked quite good together. Except, the only problem is, the man was your boyfriend.
"He ain't gonna do nothing with er." Daryl's eyes followed yours. You roll your eyes, your hands tightening in a fist.
It's been 5 months since the group arrived to Alexandria and you had a bad feeling about Jessie the moment you saw her.
The first day you arrived, you and Rick took a much needed shower together. While you opted to unpack the little stuff you guys had, Rick was downstairs getting a haircut from Jessie.
You walked into the kitchen, surprised that you had a guest. You were even more surprised to find Rick shirtless, sitting in a chair while this woman runs her hand through his hair.
"Wouldn't be too sure." You muttered back, forcing yourself to look down at your plate.
Daryl grunts beside you, giving you a nudge. "Rick's done a lot of stupid shit, but I don't think he's dumb enough to fuck things up with you. If he does, it's his loss, anyway."
Daryl's words are supposed to be comforting, but it does the exact opposite. Was it a possibility that Rick would betray you like that?
You glanced back up at the two again. Jessie threw her head back in laughter as her hand lands on his chest, slapping him playfully. Ever since Rick killed her husband, the two of them have been awfully close.
Everyone has noticed. You don't miss the passing glances and sorry looks on peoples faces whenever they pass you. You know what they're thinking. You'd be thinking the same thing if you were in their shoes.
Something changed the night Rick killed Pete. Not just for Alexandria but for the two of you as well.
It didn't happen all at once. It was gradual. Rick was slowly pulling away, he probably didn't even realize it. But you did. You remember every time he'd come home later than promised. You remember every time he told you one thing and then ended up changing his story later. You remember every time he'd slip out of bed in the middle of the night and sneak back in an hour or so later.
You weren't sure if Rick was cheating on you with Jessie, but you were pretty confident that your relationship was going downhill. It wasn't a matter of if you would break up, it was, when.
"Y'know," You turn your head towards Daryl as he interrupts your thoughts once again. "You could always just tell er to fuck off." He shrugs, bringing the chicken leg up to his mouth.
You bite the inside of your cheek, watching as Jessie's hand grazed Rick's bicep. You huff, standing from the picnic table.
"Atta girl," Daryl slaps the table with his hand as you toss your plate into the trash on the walk towards Rick and Jessie.
Jessie's attention turns to you as you approach the two. Rick smiles at you, holding his arm out for you. You smile, sliding into his body, naturally melting against him.
"Hey, darlin." He mumbles, giving your shoulder a squeeze.
"Hi," You sigh. "Is it okay if I steal my boyfriend?" You give Jessie a tight lipped smile, tugging on Rick to follow you before she could even respond.
Rick chuckled lightly as you both walked away. "Everything alright, darlin?" He asked.
You shake your head. "Can't say I enjoy other women fondling my boyfriend." You grumble.
Rick stops you both in place. His hands settle at your shoulders as he holds you still to look at him. "She was not fondling me." He rolls his eyes slightly.
"Whatever you say, Rick. Everyone can see the way you two act. Have me out here looking like a damn fool." You roll your eyes.
"How many times are we gonna have to talk about this?" His eyes glared down at you.
"Well, how long are you going to keep flirting back and forth with her?" You scoff.
Rick's jaw clenches tightly as he stares at you. This wasn't the first argument you've had about this topic. You've definitely brought up your distaste to Rick about his lady friend.
"You're being insecure and ridiculous." Rick drops his hands. "If you don't trust me, just say it."
Your eyes widened at his choice of words. You gulped the saliva that built in your mouth. "Fine," You throw your hands up before locking eyes with him. "I don't trust you. Until you can prove to me that I can, I don't want anything to do with you. Feel free to go back to your little friend." You shoot him a glare.
"Fine!" He glares right back. Your jaw clenches as he steps back from you, not really expecting him to respond that way.
"Fine," The word came out as a whisper to yourself as you watched him walk back towards Jessie who was now talking with Maggie and Carol.
You willed yourself to turn around, heading straight towards your shared house. You slam the door shut, locking it behind you before pacing the living room a few times.
There's been several times when your relationship with Rick has been rocky. There have been times where things were said out of anger and the heat of the moment. There's been times when you questioned the future of your relationship.
But it was never like this. Never this... definite.
You spend the next several hours deep cleaning the entire house, doing anything to try to get your mind off of Rick. You hadn't realized how late it was till Carl strolled in with Judith.
"Hey, Y/N!" He nods his head. "What's for dinner?" He looks around the spotless kitchen, noticing there's no food set out.
"Oh shit-" You mumble, looking at the time on the clock. "I'll throw something together..." You pull open the fridge, getting ingredients for a simple pasta dish.
"Hey, uh-" You glance at Carl. "Have you seen your dad anywhere?" You ask, trying your best to sound nonchalant.
Carls shakes his head with a shrug, putting Judith on the ground to play. "Not since the picnic. Why? Is everything okay?"
Nope. Not at all.
You force a smile on your face and nod. "Yeah, everything's fine. He just hasn't come home since then. Sure he'll be home soon for dinner."
He wasn't home for dinner.
He wasn't home to say goodnight to the kids.
You let out a deep sigh looking at the clock one more time.
It was almost 9:30 now and he still hadn't come back.
You weren't eager to see him but you knew you both had things to talk about. In defeat, you grabbed a jacket and pulled on your shoes.
You checked on Judith one more time before slipping out of the house to find Rick. You checked the gate first, thinking he'd taken an extra shift on watch just to avoid coming home. When he wasn't there you checked each post on the perimeter, coming up empty.
Eventually you just wandered the streets aimlessly.
You stopped in front of Jessie's house. The lights were all off. Surely he wasn't in there, right? Your eyes landed on the open garage, light spilling from it.
Jessie was probably up working on some art, it wouldn't be the first time. You contemplate going up and asking her if she'd seen Rick recently, but something about doing that just felt so pathetic.
You mustered up the last bits of pride you had left and made your way up the driveway. You were immediately stopped in your tracks when you catch sight of Jessie.
And Rick.
Kissing.
Jessie's arms were slung around Rick's neck while his were gripping either side of her hips. Gripping.
Your entire world shatters at the sight.
The gasp that leaves your mouth was automatic and sharp.
Rick pulls away first at the sound. Even if he didn't know it was you, he knew he was caught.
His eyes go from panic to regret the second they lock onto yours.
"Y-Y/N," He lets go of Jessie, taking two steps towards you.
You stumble back, your eyes moving between the two. Jessie is staring at you with wide eyes, unsure what to do. Rick kept taking steps towards you, matching the steps you took back.
You shook your head, turning away from them and sprinting the opposite direction. You didn't stop sprinting till his calls for you faded to nothing.
There wasn't many places you could run to while confined in the walls, but you couldn't be near him right now. You couldn't go home. You just needed to be alone.
You stopped at the windmill, sneaking to the back and sliding against the wall to the ground. The moment you stopped to catch your breathe, you let the tears fall from your eyes.
Even with how bad things with Rick have been, you didn't think he'd ever betray you like this. The thought of him cheating on you crossed your mind once but you convinced yourself that he was a good man and he would never hurt you like that.
You were wrong.
You wanted to slam your head against the wall. Anything to distract your from the pain in your chest.
The sound of his boots thumping against the dirt met your ears. You didn't take your face out of your hands when you heard them stop only a few feet away from you. You didn't bother looking up even when you could feel him there. You could feel his eyes burning into the top of your head.
"I'm sorry," He said simply.
You almost wanted to laugh.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry."
You drop your hands, looking at his dirty boots in front of you. He crouches down in front of you, hoping to get your attention.
"I just want to know why," Your tired eyes land on his. Rick's mouth opens to speak before he shuts it again, trying to muster up an answer.
Rick sighed, shaking his head. "I don't know." He admitted.
"How long?" You raised an eyebrow at him, doing your best to stop your voice from cracking, but the quiver was there.
"That was the first time. I swear." His hands grab onto yours and it feels like fire on your skin. You yank your hands away, causing him to flinch. "I swear on my life, baby-"
"Don't." You spit out, "You don't get to call me that ever again." You pick yourself off the ground. "I really hope she's worth it, Rick. I hope she's worth losing us over." You sniffle the last of the snot in your nose, stepping to the side to escape Rick.
You were a few strides away when his voice broke through the air.
"It felt like I was losing you... I didn't know wha-"
I didn't know what to do.
Your eyes rolled so badly, they could've fell right out of your head. You spin around to face him once more. His face hidden in the shadows, only half of his face lit by the street lantern.
"Didn't know cheating was a valid reaction to that." You scoff, "Congratulations. You've officially lost me." You call out before walking away from Rick.
#the walking dead fanfiction#the walking dead fic#the walking dead one shot#twd#rick grimes fanfiction#rick grimes imagine#rick grimes fanfic#rick grimes x reader#rick grimes x you#rick grimes x y/n
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THE MILLER CHRISTMAS 🎄 🎁
Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: a Christmas miracle is really possible for Joel?
Warnings: fluff and angst, boy dad!Joel, Sammy is back ❤️
A/N: Merry Christmas besties 🎄🎁
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“Why are you still up, buddy?” Joel rubbed his tired eyes and walked to his son, who was on knees on the couch, so he would be tall enough to keep his little face glued to the window, watching the white snowflakes falling quietly outside. Sammy barely turned his head towards his daddy as he didn't want to miss one single little thing from outside.
“I'm waiting” the toddler's voice wasn't much more than just a whisper, as if he would scare away whoever or whatever he seemed to eagerly wait. Joel shook his head and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, sitting next to his son's small frame, his curls were messy from tossing and turning in bed, - as he'd been way too excited to fall asleep on Christmas eve, of course - and Joel chuckled to himself, thinking that you were right and it was about Sammy got a haircut.
“Are you waiting for Santa? You know he only arrives after everyone is asleep, he drinks his milk, eats his cookies, leaves the presents and goes to visit other kids…” his rough calloused hands stroked his son's hair gently, as he couldn't still quite believe that even after what happened, after the world was destroyed, after all the shit he'd done and the blood he'd shed, he was able to still have something good, to have found love in you, to have had a son in his life and to be able to safely celebrate Christmas reunited with his brother.
“No daddy, I'm waiting for the Christmas angel” Sammy shrugged and turned his attention back to the window, wanting to have another glimpse of the curious Christmas creature, at the same time Joel frowned. A Christmas angel? What the fuck was that? He had never heard of that story, he was pretty sure you had never mentioned that either and Ellie was more of a Christmas monster kind of girl, than an angel. He was confused, where could his son have possibly heard that? Maybe they told kids that in Jackson's daycare, but if that was the case, then Sammy would've said something before, wouldn't he?
“What angel is that?”
“It's a girl angel daddy… she's very pretty and she was here playing with me… then she said she had to go away but she is all the time watching us and taking care of us” he explained with a sweet smile. Joel was now suspicious, not sure if he should be worried, but maybe some girl had broken into the house to play with Sammy? What for? It didn't make the slightest sense.
“What?!”
Sammy took a deep breath, his daddy was usually very fast and smart but he didn't understand why he was so confused that night, maybe the angel had made him sleep too much.
“It's the angel daddy…” he began explaining “she is pretty and she says she always looks after our family, after me, mommy, Ellie and mostly you”
“What's this angel like?”
“She has brown curly hair and brown eyes, daddy like you and me… oh, and she said her name was Sarah!” He grinned at the exact same moment Joel's breath got stuck on his throat. He completely lost action for a while, simply looking at his son with disbelief and shock. How could Sammy make up a story like that? No, he wouldn't do that, he was a sweet kid, he would never simply make up a story out of Joel's most painful memory. Besides, he was sure he didn't know anything about his big sister Sarah, not even you knew the whole story, there was no way someone would've told him that. When he came back to his senses, he found Sammy watching him with a sweet smile. He had wrapped his small arms around his daddy's larger one and snuggled.
“The angel said you wouldn't believe it, daddy, so she asked me to give you this” he opened his tiny hand and revealed the smallest butterfly paper cutting. Purple and blue, his first little girl's favorite colors. Joel swallowed hard, tears flooding his eyes as he desperately tried to keep them in place and prevent them from falling and running down his face. It looked exactly like the paper butterflies Sarah always left scattered around her room before the outbreak. Sammy got on his feet and pecked his daddy's cheek gently
“Merry Christmas, daddy” he said cutely, before getting off the couch and returning to his room.
Joel stood there, trying to let all that information sink. He couldn't believe what was happening and even if he tried finding a logical explanation, he couldn't. Perhaps, it was just a Christmas miracle after all.
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one piece smau: dating eustass kid edition
-> male reader <333 + kid is so unhinged but this is how i truly believe he'd act on social media to be really real + also him being the definition of "i'm mean to everyone but u"
-> nsfw (mentioned and implied)
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iloveeustass: this is crazy he's actually doing the work instead of trying to kill a random passerby
tagged: [name]s.man
[name]s.man: if it's not you, i could honeslty care less on how i treat other people
-> k1ller: this is definitely not how u shd be living life
-> h34ttt_: and u wonder why no one outside of our friendgroup likes u
-> [name]s.man: i've never wondered this, i don't need other ppl to like me when i already have a wonderful boyfriend to call mine who very much likes me.
uso_pp: how a sweetheart like [name] is compatible with an ASSHOLE REPULSIVE AND RUDE man is beyond me. but as long as he's happy !!!
-> iloveeustass: he's not as bad as everyone says i swearrrrr
-> uso_pp: that's only cuz u don't have to suffer like the rest of us [name]. ur mans is fuckinhg terrifying to be around
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[name]s.man: i lovveeeee my possessive boyfriend
tagged: iloveeustass
iloveeustass: you're the exact same way pls what is this post
-> [name]s.man: match made in heaven
dr.law: do u have to constantly post abt ur relationship eustass?
-> [name]s.man: someone here is just jealousssss
dni_nami: thankful everyday that we don't see each other at school i think id rather kms than see ur nasty ass (not [name] though, pls tell him we all miss him <3)
[liked by roro.zoro, uso_pp, and 40 others]
-> [name]s.man: WHAT TH FUCK IS THIS
-> iloveeustass: aww i miss u guys too nami hopefully we can hang soon
-> dni_nami: ofc! jus dont bring ur stinky boyfriend
-> [name]s.man: DONT IGNORE ME UNDER MY OWN POST
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k1ller: someone save me they're gonna start eating each other
tagged: iloveeustass and [name]s.man
bonneys.jewels: i ran away from them the moment i saw kid's lipstick on his face
-> [name]s.man: u guys are acting like we fucked on the couch and made everyone watch
-> bonneys.jewels: that's not what u guys were doing? i could've sworn ur pants were off or smth
-> [name]s.man: u fucking liar wtfff
h34ttt_: a business meeting and they couldn't be serious for a second of it.
-> iloveeustass: wym me and kid were very serious???
-> h34ttt_: serious in trying to suck each other off in front of everyone??? yeah. u two were very serious
dr.law: knew i made the right decision in staying home
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bonneys.jewels: thank god [name] and kid started dating because kid's outfits have gotten monumentally better
tagged: [name]s.man and iloveeustass
iloveeustass: those leopard print pants he owned....
-> bonneys.jewels: tell me u burned them
-> iloveeustass: burned them and threw their ashes in the ocean
[name]s.man: i'll excuse u posting these photos of us without my permissions solely because he looks so good in these wowowwww
-> k1ller: [name] existing saving us from hearing kid rant for hours on end about smth unimportant <3 thank god
godfatherbege: eustass' fashion was always questionable to me, i assumed all kids your age dressed purposely terrible
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-> iloveeustass: LMDOOAOD BEGE IM DEAD
-> [name]s.man: don't show your face to me ever again bege or i'll kill you
liked by freeluffy, [name]s.man, and 12k others
iloveeustass: his new haircut is so sexy oh my god
tagged: [name]s.man
[name]s.man: i'm gonna have sex with you in front of everyone
-> k1ller: no fucking thank u
-> h34ttt_: OH MY GOOOOOODDDD a day of peace woujld be great thanks
freeluffy: OOOOO was the food yummy guys???
-> [name]s.man: fuck off my boyfriend's instagram bastard
-> iloveeustass: it was rlly good luffy <333 i know you would've love their steak, i highly reccommend!!!
xxxdrake: i bet kid didn't even pay for half off of the bill, his broke ass
-> [name]s.man: I PAID FOR THE ENTIRE MEAL??? WAT IS UR ISSUE DO U WNAT TO FIGHT OR SMETHING
-> uso_pp: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
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dr.law: all these two do is sit in a corner and bully ppl on their phone
tagged: [name]s.man and iloveeustass
iloveeustass: it's only kid that makes fun of ppl i'm the one telling him to stop
-> dr.law: fine i'll give u that one
[name]s.man: all i'm saying is - if you're not [name] why on earth should i b nice to u
-> dni_nami: a somewhat respectable trait to have
-> princesanji: NAMMIIII I WOULD DEFAME ANY PERSON YOU WNATED ME TO IF IT MEANS I COULD WIN YOUR FAVOORRR
freeluffy: not true traofoyyy ! me and [name] played supermario kart :)
-> iloveeustass: and i won all of the races >:)
-> freeluffy: NEXT TIME I'LL BEAT U [NAMEEEE]
-> [name]s.man: why is he flirting with my boyfriend right in front of me
iloveeustass' story:
stole his lipstick just for this pic
[name]s.man replied to your story: we should both wear my lipstick the next time we have sex it'll b like a painting
#≡;- ꒰ ° smau series ꒱#one piece smau#one piece modern au#one piece x male reader#x reader#x male reader#one piece imagines#eustass kid x male reader#eustass kid x reader#eustass kid imagines#one piece eustass kid imagines
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“milk”
matty healy x f!reader
warnings: none hes just drunk and high and kinda angsty, also this is incomplete so nothing really happens between them yet
this is set in like early the 1975 era ? idk anyways friends to lovers
contains: matty’s annoying and drunk and being extremely flirty (he asks for a kiss like 2838248283 times) towards his bsf (you!) but you refuse to return any advances until he’s sober
matty was standing outside of his parents’ house.
of course, he had the genius idea of throwing a house party while his parents were gone on yet another business trip. the party was packed, ross, george and adam were long gone. probably making out with some girls in his backyard or getting high.
empty cups and cans scattered around the living room, people blasting music throughout his house. it was getting too much for him. he took a moment outside, breathing in the fresh air with closed eyes with a spliff in hand. just wanting to get away from everything, leaning against a nearby wall.
unbeknownst to him, but you were feeling the exact same way. going through the same thought process, you slipped outside, where you spotted his silhouette. “hey, you okay?” you called out.
he was surprised to hear a familiar voice. your familiar voice. he turned, noticing that you were there. you were there, right where he was, alone together- "hey, yea, i'm okay... just getting a little overwhelmed with it all.” he chuckled, taking another drag as the smoke blew.
“it’s your party, matty,” you remarked with a grin. “on another note though, you sure you’re okay?” you looked concerned. you looked concerned for him, his wellbeing; he ignored that thought, opting to just answer you.
"i know it's my party, and i know i put all of this into motion. it's just,” he sighed, another drag,
“i guess.. being surrounded by a bunch of people and loud music and all... it's just too much for me sometimes; feels weird.”
“c’mon, you’re in a band,” you teased, trying to lighten his mood. “jokes aside, i completely understand how you feel. infact i came out here for the same reason, you want me to help you kick everyone out?”
“maybe, yeah, but i don’t want to fuck up anyone’s night,” he replied.
“okay, yeah, we could stay out here for a while,” you suggested with a smile.
he smiled back, the idea of staying here with you seemed more appealing than trying to get back inside and start kicking everyone out.
“yea... i think i'll stay out here with you.”
"it's just, like you can feel everyone's eyes on you, y'know? feels weird, than when you’re all alone; which also feels weird, but it’s a noticeable juxtaposition nonetheless.” he noted.
“i get it,” you answer, “i also get why they’d be staring at you,” you joked, knowing matty and his ego.
"because i look this attractive?" he joked back, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
he ran his hand through his curls absentmindedly, he desperately needed a haircut, you made a mental note, but he always looked good. too good.
“exactly,” you laugh along with him, rolling your eyes.
“glad we’re on the same page, love.” he chuckles.
“i guess i threw this party not knowing what i’d be in for. didn’t know i’d be this overwhelmed.” he admitted quietly after a while of silence between the both of you.
“it’s fine, matty, the way you’re feeling is okay,” you offered with a shrug, sympathizing with him.
"i know... i know that it's okay to feel like this. and i know it just means that like...maybe i don’t feel like socializing tonight and i'm cool with that."
he let out a quiet chuckle, leaning back against the wall again, his tone shifting to a more sincere one as he glanced at you,
"thank you for coming out with me... being out here with you is really helping me chill out.”
“yeah same here,” you whisper back, smiling.
"you know what.." he leaned in quietly, like a secret was being shared.
"now that we're outside alone,”
he paused for a moment, a gleam in his eye.
“ugh you’re such a boy,” you laugh, pushing him gently; ignoring the heat rising in your cheeks as you did it. “the moment you feel like it you’re already thinking about whatever dirty scenarios are in your head.”
he laughed as you pushed him lightly, a slight blush running onto his cheeks aswell. but surely that was a trick of light?
"maybe you’re right," he purred, still a smirk on his lips, with a slight bit of confidence; it was matty after all. “you're not gonna deny that you thought about it, too.” he whispered.
“well don’t get any ideas, healy,” you laugh, shaking your head.
his smirk grew as he saw the slight blush on your cheeks, his eyes darting for a moment to your slightly parted lips.
"ohhh i've got ideas, alright." he chuckled, then looked at you again.
"maybe if we keep being alone out here, something could happen,”
“you’ve probably got ideas about george and ross for god’s sake, leave me out of this” you giggle, “i swear, the bar is on the floor,” you chuckle at him.
“you think i think anyone’s cuter than you are?” he murmurs.
“can’t know your type for you,” you breathe; he was starting to get to you,
he stayed silent for a moment as he eyed you,
"well, i'll tell you right now, that you indeed are my type, sweetheart,” he slurred, his smirk remained, and he brought himself a tiny bit closer to you.
“you’re just horny and drunk fuck off matty,” you chuckle, “you’ll regret this in the morning.” you add, though it did no help towards your situation. you proceeded to pretend to be unfazed under his gaze; his watchful, half-lidded gaze. you were friends. and you weren’t ready to ruin that now; you couldn’t bear losing him just because he decided on one too many drinks.
he raised an eyebrow at your attempt to deny him, his eyes were still on yours, not leaving them for one second. he smirked again,
"who said i'd regret it?"
“you’re drunk, love,” you answered, breaking eye contact.
"and maybe i'm a bit high as well..." he admitted blissfully.
"but that doesn't change anything, sweetheart..."
“it does; i’m not agreeing to anything you say right now,” you push him away gently. you really weren’t about to ruin a friendship this close to your heart just for the unfamiliar yet repetitive warm sensation you got everytime he was around.
“c’mon, i’ll help you kick everyone out, you need your rest.” you uttered as if on autopilot, he let out a frustrated chuckle as you pushed him away. but of course his smirk never left his face; being both high and drunk, and well; matty, he couldn't help but find you even more attractive in his dazed state.
“just one kiss?” he asked uncharacteristically soft.
you settled on throwing an arm around his taller figure and kissing his hair gently as he leaned his head lower for you to do it, just to not completely deny yourself of the boy you were pretty certain you were inlove with by now. with a great deal of restraint, you mumbled, “c’mon let’s go inside.”
it affected him more than you realized as his breath hitched at the unexpected yet welcomed touch. he grabbed your hand, silently pleading with you. you noticed his smudged eyeliner that made him even prettier than he usually was. you bit your lip for a moment,
“matty, please love. i can’t do this if you’re not sober,” you reasoned. “i don’t want you regretting this– and i know you will,” you whisper, he was getting harder to resist by the second. “let’s just go,”
he groaned as you refused to give in, “fine,” he whispered back softly, taking a moment to open his eyes and look at you before he let go of your hand and stepped back.
"let's get this over with,”
“okay.” you nod, walking inside together. he watched in awe as you kicked everyone out.
once you were all alone, you whispered quietly, “c’mon, let’s get you upstairs. you got eyeliner on, right?”
he walked directly behind you, feeling hazier than ever as he stumbled upstairs, “yeah, get that off for me please?” he asked softly, (how could you ever say no? not that you were ever planning on it.)
“sure,” you breathed.
he chuckled as he leaned into you, clinging onto you for balance.
"you're so sweet, thank you." he whispered before sighing deeply as you made your way to his bedroom. he fell onto his bed once he spotted it, letting out a grunt in the process.
“i’ll be right back,” you said as you left his room, he stared at the ceiling silently, frustrated and mildly ashamed.
you brought back some makeup wipes and a glass of water as you started delicately dabbing the wipes around his eye, the black coming out onto the cotton, a stark contrast of colors. he looked at your every move intensely as you tried to ignore everything else (including the growing warmth on your cheeks,) but the task at hand.
“you’re so gentle,”
you fought against every fiber of your being as you handed him the glass of water instead;
“here, you need some water,” you whispered quietly.
he took it silently, immediately gulping it down. he sighed as he set the empty glass down onto the bedside table, and then he looked at you. the urge to kiss you was almost too much, and after drinking the glass of water, he was ready to give in.
“come closer for just a moment? please?” he asked again,
“matty,” you whispered in opposition, still trying to resist.
“c’mon," he whispered back, his voice growing more desperate as he beckoned you closer. his eyes were glued to your lips as he laid back on the bed. he shifted himself slightly so you could sit next to him,
"let me just hold you for just one second,”
“i’ll let you in the morning, okay?” you compromise as you hold his face for a moment, gently tracing shapes with your fingertips.
at his point the urge is getting even stronger, and he was growing more frustrated.
“just give me this one moment, and then we'll call it quits and i'll sleep.” he offered.
“can’t, matty, ‘m sorry,” you paused, “i won’t be able to let it go.”
he sighed softly in response. but he could see the small hint of longing in your voice. a part of him knew you liked him this way too, and that only made it harder for him to give up on this moment.
"you’re breaking me here,” he said after being quiet for a few beats.
“we’ll talk about this when you’re up for it, how does that sound?” you proposed instead, getting up to leave.
“it’s getting late, i really gotta go,” you said softly, met with no response besides his hand snaking around your wrist firmly again and his eyes following your moves.
“i’ll stay tonight,” you whispered defeatedly as you laid next to him, the pillow providing much needed comfort. he kept his hand on yours, moving it slightly so he’s holding it instead of your wrist.
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i haven’t written in so long so sorry if this is awful 😭
#1975 band#matty 1975#matty healy#matty healy 1975#matty the 1975#the 1975#matty healy x reader#matty healy x you#matty healy fluff#matty healy the 1975#Spotify
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Oooh I am so tired of the twinkification of haikyuu characterssss Istg if I see one more fanart of Ushijima where he looks like the love interest of a shoujou anime, and is lean/skinny I'm gonna actually scream wth guys he's beefy he's MUSCULAR he is a professional athlete and is like 6"4 I keep seeing fanarts where he has more of Tendou's physique and it bothers me sm like I always see fanart of him and I don't recognize its him cause he's so skinny and I'm like "Who is that? He's wearing the Shiratori- Oh my God, that's not Ushijima, is it????" And then I check the tags, and it is, and I'm like ???? Like, I'm all for drawing characters according to your headcanons, but Ushijima??? Lean??? And I'll go on Pinterest to get ship stuff bc it's less organized and lowkey easier to find stuff since it's just pictures, yk? But I'll look at it, and it's all that weird ass 2000s-2010s artstyle. Take Tsukihina, for example, and Hinata looks like a child. Like Tsukishima is HUGE, and Hinata is TINY!! Their height difference is not that big. And I feel like a lot of it is from comics or doujinshi, and the style just looks like it's from something R rated ykwim???? Like all of it is just helpless baby Hinata 🥺🥺 and his huge tall 'alpha' bf Tsukishima who hates everybody but him. Like they just take random characters and twinkify them; they make them overtly feminine for no reason and it makes me sooo madddd I am sick of fuckin Thumbelina Hinata and Levi Ackerman Ushijima make it stop!!!! OR THE OPPOSITE WHERE THEY MAKE RANDOM CHARACTERS SUPER DOMINANT AND SEXY AND WEIRD BC 1 THEY ALWAYS USE THE HIGH SCHOOL VERSIONS OF THEM AND 2 THEY ARE FUCKING LOSERS AND NERDS THEYRE NOT CALLING A GODDAMN SOUL "BABYGIRL 🫦😩" THEY ARE CALLING EACH OTHER MORONS AND INSULTINF THEIR HAIRCUTS **edit, I just wanted to add that all the fanarts I see of the popular characters, e.g ushijima, atsumu/osamu, oikawa, etc, all have the same exact face toooo, And I actually HATE the kind of art where people make them *so* buff they look like a Jojo or DBZ character,, someone who reblogged brought that up a bit and REALLL I hate it. And this is kinda irrelevant, but I think people also forget that people's body types change over time. Changing a characters body type (at least according to the character/source) should be fine, as that's what happens as you age. A character from an apocalypse show probably isn't gonna be super buff, but rather lean bc yes they are technically working out in the fact that they are traveling a lot and idk like killing zombies or whatever the basis for the show is, but there's also gonna be a loss of food yk, so they'd still be rather skinny. And that'd be the case for any body type. A high schooler isn't gonna have the same body as an adult, and people don't usually account for that, which is fine, I'm not saying anybody has to because it's such a small thing usually, but it's just a small pet peeve of mine. (I want a muscular post time skip Osamu with some chubbiness so bad he loves to eat, but he does still like working out. I just know that man has some chub on his stomach and I want it 😩😩)
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#hinata shouyou#hinata shoyo#hq hinata#ushijima wakatoshi#haikyuu ushiwaka#hq ushijima#tendou satori#tsukihina#tsukkihina#tsukishima kei#hq tsukishima
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No, it’s not lasik
pairing: matthew x foreign student reader
genre: university au on crack (same verse as a little crazy and sunbaenim), fluff, comedy
tw/tags: teen movie makeover matt ver., pls just google lasik, mattbin unfounded allegaytions, zb1/bp side characters for comedy, a lot of banter, matt not curing a lot is canon but reader does and it's contagious, yes i love descriptions, cha woongki iconic queen, yaebin another iconic queen, the rain is a paid actor, wet tshirts, kinda stripping, kissing, making out, matt's still a loser but we love him, hanbin bday fic spoiler lowkey
wc: 2200
summary: matthew decided to give himself a makeover during your summer break.
a/n this is dedicated to @seok02, she loves matt and uni aus so here's a bit of both, i did my best, hope you like it nina~
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It’s not on purpose. You just can’t stop staring. And before you can think, he’s staring back and you blurt it out.
“You’re blond.”
Matthew pauses as if he doesn’t know how to respond to that. You don’t blame him.
“Yes I am?”
You have no idea how to respond to this either.
When you and Matthew met as freshmen, he had a mop of brown hair that somewhat resembled a halfway bowl cut, chunky glasses that often slipped off his nose and a penchant for outfits that were at least 2 sizes bigger than his body. And you found him absolutely adorable. You also thought he was dating Sung Hanbin from the way he and the older boy seemed practically attached at the hip and their whole childhood friendship arc.
It was only towards the end of that year when you found out that he and Hanbin, in fact, did not like each other that way. And also Hanbin was someone else’s slightly manic boyfriend with his subtle psycho tendencies that you’ve had the absolute displeasure of witnessing. In your defence, he also got like that with Matthew sometimes so it’s not like your assumption was entirely baseless.
Now back to the situation at hand.
“So did you finally get lasik?”
“Uh, contacts? And I still have glasses, you know, just in case.”
You goggle at the trendy, wire-rimmed frames he’s holding in place of the thick, hipster ones he used to sport. Also, since when did Seok Matthew show his biceps and have they always been this large? Did someone burn his closet and replace all those oversized shirts and pants for muscle tees and straight jeans?
Maybe it’s just you but you feel the beginning of a headache trying to digest all…this. You narrow your eyes and let your exact thoughts at the moment run its course.
“Who the fuck are you and what have you done to Seok Matthew?
He sputters. Before he can answer, the door opens and Zhang Hao walks in. The senior stares at Matthew for a good ten seconds before producing a perfectly pleasant expression and saying.
“Oh Matthew, new haircut?”
Well, at least you’re not the only one. Now Matthew just looks sheepish.
“Something like that hyung.”
Chen Kuanjui follows shortly after Hao. Apparently his response to opening the door and getting jumpscared by Matthew’s new look is to freeze, eyes growing two sizes, spine arched, sort of like a cat who isn’t sure whether they’re actually in danger or it’s a prank. Several other members of the foreign student society arrive with varying degrees of reactions.
By the time Kamden slouches in, you’re almost expecting something other than his usual expression.
“Good morning,” he says to the whole group in general, eyes lazily wandering around the room before settling on Matthew. Like Hao, he takes a few good seconds to process. Then, he says.
“Matthew-ah, I don’t know what kind of drugs you were on when you decided to bleach your hair, get lasik and get dressed by some Kpop stylist but I want some of that.”
He sits down. Jay laughs. Nobody else does, probably because the only English speakers present at the moment are the four of you. Matthew sinks deeper into his seat, thoroughly flustered and bright red from all the unexpected comments.
“It’s contacts, not lasik” He mumbles, probably to Kamden. You decide now is the best time to avoid eye contact with everyone else in the room. Also, you don’t want to get caught staring at Matthew’s biceps as he flails frantically after nearly falling off his chair.
At least whatever the fuck happened over the summer didn’t come with an attitude change.
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“Soo, who talked you into this? Yaebin? She’s been wanting to burn your homeless clothes for ages.”
“Shut up,” Matthew passes you a spoon. “And they aren’t homeless clothes.”
After the foreign student society meeting finished up, you had a sudden craving for patbingsu and like the good friend he is, he offered to split with you.
“Mhmm, sure whatever helps you sleep at night.” You start digging into the shaved ice. Matthew snatches one of the rice cakes you were eyeing.
“Bitch, I wanted that.” You give him the most offended expression you can muster.
“Sucks to be you, I guess.” He still passes you another one. You eat it before he gets any sneaky ideas.
Later, he’s the one who’s looking at you betrayed.
“You went to Japan and you didn’t tell me?? Fake friend, what the fuck.”
“Excuse me, I said my family went to Japan while I was in Australia. I didn’t go with them, thank fuck, I needed some me time.”
“But still,” Great, now he’s pouting. “There’s like a ton of limited edition figures that I would like die to have.”
You swear your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. This absolute dork.
“Then you go to Japan, damn, sue me I guess.”
“Uhuh, with whose money though?”
“I mean now that you’re hot and everything, I heard models get to travel for shoots and stuff.”
“Wah, you think I’m hot?”
Dammit, you’ve been caught. Retreat. Retreat.
“I was joking, forgot that models were supposed to be tall.”
“...shut up.”
“He isn’t going to deny it, I guess.”
“I will eat all of these rice cakes.”
“Bitch, don’t you dare.”
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Once you’ve gotten over yourself and realised that Matthew is the same nerdy, disgustingly nice person that you know and love (and still kinda have a crush on, not like you’re planning to admit that anytime soon), it’s easy to fall back into your usual routines. Unfortunately, the rest of campus has not gotten over themselves like you have. It’s (really) annoying.
“Omo, is that Seok Matthew or did you finally get a hot boyfriend to walk you to class?”
You sigh. Cha Woongki was a delight to sit with most of the time but he can be a shade bit dramatic. He isn’t the only one. You’ve definitely spotted a bunch of the girls (and even a few guys) whispering and throwing glances when Matthew drops you off at your lecture room. It’s one of those little things the two of you do after figuring out which classes you have for the semester.
“It’s just Matthew.”
“Lock him up, omg. You need to stake your claim on those biceps before some other person gets their claws into him.”
“Please, I can't just do that.”
“Like it’s hard? He’s like halfway in love with you, honestly, all you have to do is put a hand on those muscles, bat your pretty little eyes and tell him these babies are yours and he’ll give them to you.”
Maybe you’d take this more seriously if Woongki hadn't just given a live demo of what he wanted you to do on the unfortunate person that decided to sit on his other side. Lee Jeonghyeon eyes you both nervously before shifting so there’s at least three seats between him and Woongki.
“He’s not in love with me.”
“And I don’t want to kiss Jeonghyeonie, go figure.”
Jeonghyeon stands up and moves to a different row. You sigh again.
When class ends, Matthew’s already waiting for you outside, shifting nervously as a group of girls linger nearby, giggling and glancing over at him
“How was class?”
“Kinda chill, seongsaengnim was more on doing practical work today so I didn’t lose as many brain cells, you?”
“I think my head might explode.”
“Yikes, that bad?”
“Yeah. Oh, by the way, we’re gonna drive out somewhere on the weekend, wanna come?”
“...You can’t drive though.”
“Sorry, I mean Hanbin-hyung is going to drive us, some kind of day trip thing, they’re still figuring out if we can do an overnight, maybe some camping, it’ll be fun.”
“Hmmm”
“You should go.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Eyyy, go already, come onnn.”
“.....”
“I’ll pay for food?”
“..Okay fine.”
“Nice! It’s going to be fun, I promise.”
Well, if Matthew looks that excited, you’re pretty sure it’s going to be fun. Honestly, you didn’t need that much convincing but you can’t keep caving every time he uses his sunshine smile like that. (you still do, though).
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Because Matthew agreed to pay for your food, you’re doing groceries together the day before the trip. By together, you mean Matthew pushes the cart and you pick out the goods and very occasionally you argue over the merits of a certain snack or whether you really need to bring that much alcohol for a potentially overnight trip. (you do)
Any good relationship friendship is all about compromise.
“You’re seriously making me broke this early in the sem?” He tells you once you get to check-out.
“You offered, no take backs.”
He pays for it anyway and insists on carrying most of the bags. No, you are not looking at the way his biceps are straining especially when his clumsy ass nearly faceplants as you walk out.
Of course that’s when it starts raining like hell froze over and decided to come at you. Both of you start laughing and swearing like absolute idiots and you make the cardinal mistake of looking Matthew in the eye.
Apparently getting hot over the summer means that he looks devastatingly Kdrama male lead attractive in the rain. His hair manages to maintain that wet look that happens to be showing forehead. Droplets of water dripping down his face and neck like the rain decided to be a paid actor when it made contact with his body. And his eyes crinkle and he’s smiling and you feel your heart drop into your ass and then levitate out of your body like it sprouted wings. Seriously, how can he look at you like that when you probably look like a drowned rat?
You’re tracking puddles as you reach his dorm room, shoving the wet plastic grocery bags to the side and grabbing towels.
“We gotta change.” Matthew notes. And with absolutely no warning, he begins to take off his shirt. You’re in hell.
First of all, today, of all days was when Matthew decided to wear a white shirt. Which means you are treated to a nearly transparent and downright illegal view of wet fabric plastered to the ripped muscles of his back, shoulder muscles moving as he tries to peel the shirt off. And you can’t even get started on his arms, they’ve been the bane of your existence for days. And because he’s an idiot, he’s actually struggling to get his shirt off, seconds dragging out your agony. He turns and you catch sight of his bare abs and your brain-to-mouth filter decides to unalive itself.
“Okayy, damn, I didn’t ask for a strip show.”
Matthew looks up and you’re suddenly struck by the horrible feeling that both of you know you’re checking him out. Maybe the rain got into his brain too because he proceeds to walk up to you, open his mouth and say the most unSeok Matthew thing you’ve ever heard in your life.
“You know you like it.”
Dead silence. Maybe you’ve actually died because you can’t believe he just said that. Also you’re so sure you’re blushing because you’re being treated to a front-row view of how his wet shirt plasters against the outline of his abs and pecs. It’s kinda, really fucking unfair. Finally, you look up at him and muster the most unimpressed look you can because that line was so bad and he’s such a fucking dork but also you might as well shoot your shot.
“...Bitch, just kiss me already.”
Matthew kisses you already. It’s great. He somehow manages to be warm against you even though you’re both absolutely soaked. There’s a lot of free real estate to grab onto so you’ve finally got your hands on his biceps, squeezing them as he catches your bottom lip between his. He tastes faintly of mint and also those fruit popsicles you had earlier. His hands slide down to your sides, rolling up your wet shirt a little so he can thumb over your bare skin. Something hot explodes in your stomach as his lips press warm against your neck.
It’s really fucking hot except you’re both still wet and gross from the rain and Matthew nearly slips and gives both of you concussions. You burst out laughing as he apologises sheepishly.
“For the record,” You tell him later once you’re showered and dry and on his couch wearing his hoodie with your legs on his lap. “I liked you with those nerdy glasses even if you dressed like Seo Taji and Boys decided to make a comeback.”
“Yaebin said the same thing.” He pouted. “But you were all over that acting major last year and I thought he was your type.”
You choke. “Bak Doha? I went on like two dates with him and one of them was because Woongki dared me too. Second one was because he was actually a nice guy and I felt bad so I treated him out for chicken.”
“Eyyy, next time only treat me out for chicken.”
“...be glad I still find you cute.”
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“Okay, how about we start by putting away all the guns and swords ‘cause no one’s gonna shoot each other while we’re talking, right?”
It was 1 year, 4 months, and 11 days since they lost Shannon.
Some days were better, some days it still felt like they were just stumbling on without her, adrift in space, coasting purely on momentum, mission to mission, with her shadows all around.
She was still so present in the people around her, in Beatrice herself, in the things she did, the things she didn’t, the things she couldn’t…
Beatrice and her sisters were in a clearing on an arid relay moon in what was only theoretically still Protectorate space. They’d just met up with Mary and, to their surprise, Ava as well. She’d gotten a haircut in the two months since they’d last seen her, a cute little chin-length thing she wore half-up, half-down, but everything about her presence was still unmistakable.
Beatrice was already going over the odds of a confrontation — not great with her riderless, it would depend on what Mary would do — but that was just how her mind worked, how she was trained. It seemed unlikely this would devolve into an outright battle — for now at least…
“I cannot believe you’re working with these people, Mary! What the fuck?!” Ava was still very much upset with the situation.
“Language!”
“Don’t you fucking start with me Lilith!”
“Ava,” Mary tried again, “Put your gun away first, same to the rest of y’all.”
There was a pause as everyone looked at each other. Beatrice was the only other one with a gun out, being riderless at the moment, Camila and Lilith had both summoned their blades.
Beatrice was the first to put her weapon away, followed by Ava — who’s expression still made her displeasure very clear — then Camila, with Lilith only reluctantly dismissing her two-handed longsword when it was obvious she was the only one left and everyone was waiting on her.
“Thank you.” Mary enunciated the words clearly, “Now how about you all tell me what’s going on and how you all know each other?”
“Is this a set up?” Ava’s glare was still fixed on Mary, who took at least partial offense at the question.
“Do you really think I would do that to you?”
Ava’s mouth was tense, her jaw pushed out. “I dunno. I wouldn’t have before, but I guess I don’t know you as well as I thought if you’re working with them.”
Mary’s frustrated scowl was one that knew the person she was talking to was definitely wrong about something, but also that — annoyingly — they had a point. “Okay just — just tell me what happened.”
“What happened? What happened is they kidnapped me and held me prisoner for a week while they got ready to put me in a box and ship me to the core worlds!”
Mary narrowed her eyes as the pieces started to come together.
“Wait, that was when you lost your gun?”
“Duh!”
“You could’ve told us you were friends with an overpowered, rogue bright-touched, Mary,” Lilith interrupted with some annoyance of her own in her voice.
“What and put you all in the position where you’d have to either lie to command or come do something about her? Why didn’t you tell me about her last time I was there?”
Lilith straightened herself a bit and gave a shrug that did its best to appear nonchalant.
“It didn’t come up.” She simply said.
“Probably embarrassed about how I kicked all your asses huh?” Ava’s mood immediately improved a notch upon being presented with the opportunity to needle Lilith.
“You got taken out when you let an opponent past your guard like a rookie,” Lilith fired back.
“I am a rookie, what’s your excuse for getting tossed about like a ragdoll by a girl with two months of combat training?” Ava stepped out from around the hovercar, and Lilith began to walk up to face her, nose held high, literally looking down on Ava.
“I performed to standard in combat, as I always do. Your sloppy technique will just yield you the exact same result next time we fight, over and over again.”
Ava lifted her head defiantly. “Yeah? Wanna try that out right now? Just you and me, Lil-bear?”
“Oh-KAY! That’s enough of that.” Mary physically inserted herself between the two before Lilith decided to summon her blade again.
She turned to Ava. “Ava, why didn’t you tell me you’d been captured by them? Girl, you were so cagey about it I thought the FBC had gotten to you or something.”
Ava sighed and put on that slightly silly voice she did when quoting someone back to themselves. “Never volunteer information someone doesn’t need to know.”
Mary sighed as well. “Okay, yes I did say that, but you can trust me, Ava.”
Ava puffed her cheeks and angrily gestured at Beatrice and her sisters.
Mary gave a wince. “Yeah. Okay, fair point. I guess we’ve all got some issues with communication that we gotta talk out at some point.”
“Mary, we do have orders to bring her in and see her transported to the Holy Order.” Lilith said, in a tone far calmer than the one she used on Ava.
“Yeah Lilith? And is that what you plan to do to someone I brought here in good faith?”
Lilith looked away to the side.
“No, of course not… I’m just saying.”
Beatrice felt it was about time to step in and change the heading of this conversation. “Mary, I assume you brought Ava here to help on the mission?”
Mary turned towards her, thumbs in her belt. “You said you needed muscle, if you’ve fought this one you know she’s the most muscle you’re gonna find in the entire constellation. Maybe even the entire galaxy.”
“Oh they know alright.”
“Ava…”
“Sorry.”
“Well we’re not going to breach Mary’s trust,” Beatrice started, to which Lilith gave a sharp nod and a grunt in affirmation.
“But even if we did choose to fight and somehow could overpower Ava easily, there’s still no practical way to try and bring her in without jeopardizing the mission,” she laid it out logically, gauging Lilith’s reaction, “On the other hand she does bring certain advantages to the table that might considerably increase our chances of success…”
“I still expect her to get paid from the mercenary budget.” Mary was quick to point out.
Lilith pinched the bridge of her nose.
“I … suppose we could be a little vague in our debriefs,” then she looked at her sisters, “are we seriously doing this? You’re both alright with this?”
Camila shrugged light heartedly.
Beatrice gave Lilith a deliberate nod.
“Fine then. As if this mission wasn’t insane enough already.”
Then she pointed a finger at Ava. “She has to break her link before we go on the ship though, I will not take someone untested on the Ghostwave who can blow out an airlock with her mind.”
Ava tensed, suddenly growing suspicious again.
“This is a trap…” she murmured.
Mary put her hand on Ava’s shoulder. “Ava, I promise you that’s not what’s happening here.”
Ava was starting to look panicked, “You don’t understand Mary, that was the one thing they tried to get me to do the entire time they had me, as soon as I gave it up they were gonna wrap me up and ship me away to the church!”
Beatrice felt a pang in her heart. Memories flitted past one another in her mind.
Her, wounded on that hillside, holding tight to consciousness as she told Ava to run.
Her, shouting at Ava as she lay defenseless, Beatrice’s sword at her flesh, threatening to cut her limbs off one by one if she didn’t break her link.
Her, watching Shannon, seeing the way something shifted in her posture when a terrified, abyssal-touched boy of maybe 16 years old begged them to let him go.
She stepped forward, her hands folded together in front of her. “Ava… we didn’t come knowing we’d find you here. I know you can sense I’m riderless right now. You know I wouldn’t be if I was expecting to have to fight you. And now that we’re in this position, I give you my word, we will do nothing to harm you for the duration of this mission, and you’ll be free to go when it’s done.”
Ava scoffed, a ghost of that same hurt expression Beatrice last saw her with still playing in her eyes. “Oh so now I’m supposed to trust you?”
Her words stung, and Beatrice hung her head a little, “I’m sorry… for how things went, for what I did… I’m sorry I hurt you. But regardless of our differences and our confrontations, I hope my word at least has never given you any reason to doubt it?”
Ava pursed her lips and sighed. She still looked hurt, but the distrust was fading from her face.
She looked at Mary, “I have your word too? Even if they break theirs, I have your guarantee you’ll do everything in your power to stop them from taking me?”
Mary gave Ava a pointed look. “It will not come to that. I know my girls are good for their word. But yes, Ava, you have it.”
Another long pause from Ava, followed by a look in Beatrice’s direction that turned… mischievous?
“Alright, might as well do it here then,” she declared nonchalantly, patting some dust off her pants, real or imaginary.
Mary looked surprised all of a sudden, maybe more than she ought to have been.
“Wh— Ava, all your stuff is already packed, just do it on the ship like we planned in the first place.”
“It’s fiiiine,” Ava smiled impishly, “sister Beatrice will handle it.”
Beatrice looked between the two of them, confused as to what exactly she was expected to ‘handle.’
Mary fixed Ava with a look.
“Ava, I will not be held responsible for any of your stupid decisions.”
“Of course not, Mary,” Ava looked entirely too pleased with herself, “obviously Beatrice, is going to be responsible for my stupid decisions.”
Beatrice still couldn’t quite puzzle out what they were talking about. “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
Ava casually began to walk towards her. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll get it in a moment. We can do it right here since I already left my panties off anyway.”
Beatrice’s eyes widened and she felt a little lump of panic rise up in her throat. What was going on? Just what was Ava expecting here? “I'm sorry — what?”
“Ava, I swear on the Bright, you will stop calling it that,” Mary groaned, “she means she’s already removed her mastrouza before coming here, so she can break her link at will.”
“Oh —” Beatrice sighed with relief, “but that still doesn’t explain—”
Before she could continue Ava had walked up to her and dropped herself into Beatrice’s arms, making Beatrice’s heart skip a beat.
“Hold me please,” she asked with a smile that was far too bright, and somehow impossible for Beatrice to resist. She lightly wrapped her arms around Ava.
“Little tighter.”
“Wh —”
“If you don’t hold me, I’m going to fall.”
“Oh, of course I’m sorry!”
That part made sense, the sensation of a rider leaving could be overwhelming, and for an entity as powerful as Halo, perhaps it was that much more severe.
Beatrice embraced Ava in a way that firmly supported her, and Ava settled her own arms over Beatrice’s shoulders.
They were awfully close like this. As she stared into those brightly shining, beautifully dark eyes, Beatrice suddenly remembered the last time she’d been this close to Ava, remembered how Ava had kissed her, remembered the way she’d almost kissed her.
It must show on her face, because Ava’s smirk only widened as she bit her bottom lip.
Beatrice felt her heart rate start to nervously pick up. “Could you — could you hurry please?”
“Why? Am I making you uncomfortable?”
That smile, those eyes.
Oh she was a tease.
“Please.” Beatrice gave her the most firm look she could manage, but it felt like it came out as a plea more than anything.
Ava took pity and inclined her head.
She closed her eyes and took a breath, her head listing forward.
Her breathing deepened, her muscles tensed and relaxed, and her grip on Beatrice tightened.
Beatrice held her firm.
Then with a sudden spasm and a gasp, Ava crumpled into her completely. She had to readjust her grip to keep her properly supported and upright. All of Ava’s weight was now on her arms and on Beatrice holding her.
“Ava?” she asked with some concern in her voice, “can you stand?”
“‘fraid not.” Her head was still rolling a bit as she shook out the brain fog, but she said it in a level voice, her tone implying this was a normal part of the process.
“I see… How long does that usually last?”
Ava gave her a knowing smirk, “typically until I link with him again.”
Beatrice looked at her confused for a full second, then everything suddenly clicked.
“You’re paralyzed?!”
Ava beamed.
“Have been since I was seven! Though it used to be much worse than this.”
Something else just slotted into place for Beatrice and she sighed in exasperation.
“So when you said I’d take responsibility you meant—”
“You asked me for a lot of trust, breaking my link like this, surely it’s not too much to ask you to carry me in exchange?” Ava pumped her eyebrows with a grin that had no right to be anywhere near as charming as it was.
Mischievous little minx.
“I’ll be happy with a piggy back ride,” Ava smiled, then brushed some of Beatrice’s errant strands of hair behind her ear and dropped her voice to a huskier tone, “but if you’d like to carry me bridal style I — uhm — I wouldn’t object.”
She wet her lips, glancing down at Beatrice’s mouth first, then looking her in the eyes as she waited for an answer.
Beatrice’s heart was pounding.
She couldn’t remember the last time someone had flirted with her — outside of… whatever it was she had with Lilith — let alone flirted as directly as Ava was laying it on.
She was doing it on purpose, Beatrice realized, she was trying to put her off balance.
Because Ava liked to play.
And a strange little feeling tickled Beatrice.
A tiny spark of joy that delighted in being challenged bubbled up inside of her.
Beatrice, she decided, didn’t mind a little play herself.
Her expression shifted from slightly overwhelmed to a coy little smile as she pulled Ava up close to her.
She bit her bottom lip flirtatiously for a moment, casting her eyes down, then looking back up.
Ava met her gaze with a smile, happy, but a little puzzled.
Beatrice looked down again, more pointedly this time, her coy smile turning just a bit wicked.
Ava’s expression stayed puzzled for a few more seconds, until suddenly her eyes went wide with understanding.
“Wait no! Don’t you dare—”
Beatrice grinned and dropped down into a partway crouch, one hand in the small of Ava’s back, the other at the back of her knees, and in one smooth motion she threw Ava over her shoulder.
“BEATRICE!” Ava’s fist pounded on her back.
Camila had to cover her smile with a hand, a few paces further Lilith had the most satisfied and relaxed expression all of a sudden, as Ava kept up her assault.
“Beatrice you put me down this instant! You think I don’t have enough upper body strength to choke you out from here?! BEATRICE!”
Beatrice happily ignored her and carried her over to Mary. “Backseat?” she asked.
Mary, who’s smile said she too was enjoying this far more than she ought to, shrugged.
“I mean there’s the trunk as well.”
“MARY I SWEAR ON EVERY BRIGHT-FUCKED SAINT IN THIS GALAXY—”
“Backseat is probably fine.” Beatrice concluded.
“Trunk’s pretty full anyway.”
Mary opened the rear door of the hovercar for her and Beatrice very carefully, very gently, put a practically growling Ava down in the seat.
Ava was looking at her with what she must be trying her hardest to turn into a scowl, failing spectacularly because she couldn’t suppress the playful smile that kept pushing through.
“I bet you thought that was pretty funny huh?” She gave it her best attempt at a glare. It was adorable.
“That does seem to be the consensus, yes.” Beatrice didn’t even bother to keep the smugness out of her voice.
“Cute. You think I’m not going to get you back for this?”
“Oh I’m quite sure you’ll try.” Oh, she was enjoying this.
“So that’s how you want to play this?”
“Isn’t this how you always want to play?”
Ava let her mouth hang open a little. “Sister Beatrice! I didn’t know you had it in you.”
Beatrice preened, “I think you’ll find I’m full of surprises.”
“Oh I’ll bet you are.”
Beatrice felt a blush come on as she realized they were flirting again, and this time she was happily participating.
“Yes, well, plenty of time to get to know each other on the way.” She deflected, quickly breaking eye contact.
“Can’t wait,” Ava smirked, her tone heavy with meaning.
#posting a teaser both to give my people SOMEthing as well as to force myself to get a move on this chapter#fic: bosas#warrior nun fanfic#warrior nun#avatrice#ava x beatrice#Time for my girls to start flirting BADLY :D
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Inge Sjasaris
B A S I C S
Name: Inge Sjasaris (pre-EW), Inge Grymkoelwyn (post-EW, as she took her wife's last name to finally conform with her people's way... and give the middle finger to her in-laws who didn't think her good enough for their precious daughter while she was at it lmao)
Nicknames: none
Age: Early sixties
Nameday: 5th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon
Race: Viera
Gender: Loaded question given that I've never bothered posting about her tribe, but long story short: she's fine with being called a woman. In our modern western ways, she'd be more akin to genderqueer. In her people's way, it's hard to translate so she never bothers. Honestly any pronoun is technically fine by her, it'll never be completely right anyway.
Orientation: Whatever, but more female leaning overall.
Profession: Mercenary, alchemist
P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S
Hair: I've yet to find a satisfying mod for what I have in mind but curly and mid-long, black, badly cut 'cause she tends to do it herself whenever the length annoys her too much. Rarely tied though, she doesn't like the feeling (hence the terrible haircuts)
Eyes: Grey
Skin: Dark brown, with some freckles
Tattoos/scars: A tattoo left by Louisoix's spell between her shoulder blades. Many scars scattered on her body, most faded though and none too remarkable.
F A M I L Y
Parents: Both alive, never named them x)
Siblings: Two unnamed sisters and one brother, which she doesn't know is a brother because she left before he hit puberty. He's called Solrunn and is played by @inah-ffxiv (who also plays her wife)
Grandparents: I didn't flesh out the family tree so far so.... no idea
In-laws and Other: She's married to Yersinia Bordetella, which isn't her real name if you wonder after reading Inge's family name above x) Yersi doesn't get along with her family, who's quite rich and posh, and they never approved of her choice of partner. Not that any of them care.
Also in a relationship with Y'shtola.
Pets: None
S K I L L S
Abilities: The notable ones would be magic enhancing/debuffing (and healing but if you don't get hit, it's even better), war surgery, alchemy (mostly potions), botany and bow hunting. She can hear the Elementals too
Hobbies: Reading smut and romance. That's about it, she loves her job as an adventurer and doesn't take much time off.
T R A I T S
Most Positive Trait: Steadfast and kind
Most Negative Trait: emotionally constipated and prone to reproach people their recklessness before doing the exact same fucking thing five minutes later (But it's different because she knows what she's doing™)
L I K E S
Colors: she loves bright colors in general but mostly wears neutral/earthly colors herself (as to not make a target of herself). Doesn't have a clear favorite
Smells: damp soil, forests, quite a lot alchemical agents, tea, campfires
Textures: Leather, smooth polished wood, soft wool
Drinks: Tea, tea and more tea
O T H E R D E T A I L S
Smokes: Recreationally. Did you know the Twelve will approve of your union even if you're too high to remember the entire day? Should you get lucky enough to meet them, they'll even mention it /shudders
Drinks: Tea and water. Occasionally maybe some fruit juice. Never any alcohol, it makes her sick
Drugs: Nothing other than what I mentioned above
Mount Issuance: Inge's actually in the Twin Adder and got her chocobo through them. The bird doesn't have an actual name, she whistles to call it/give it orders and mostly uses it as a beast of burden rather than a mount.
Her yol is in the care of the Mols. She didn't want to take it away from its natural environment, but she visits sometimes.
Been Arrested: Never. To say that she's always a law-abiding citizen might be pushing it though...
Tagged by: @lilbittymonster (ty!)
Tagging @inah-ffxiv @adrayellinaeth @archaiclumina @hakai-zonapher @feathersage @wpip-raham @the-crimson-rose @sharlayanscion @ooc-miqojak (so you can pick which character you want to do it with) @punchelf @chadhunkler @clockworkdimensions @gatheredfates @corsair-kovacs @heavensw4rd
I went through my followers list and I have more characters so feel free to ignore if you're not interested and I'll tag more people when I do it with the rest of the cast!
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ur forcemasc posts r so fucking good that they have caused me 2 form a parasocial relationship with u /j
seriously tho this is like my go-to forcemasc blog when im dysphoric cuz its just like. immediate cure. like as a super fem trans guy who has only just recently come out of the closet and struggles to embrace masculinity (i swear im Literally the pastel flower crown wearing baby trans boy u wrote abt in that one forcemasc post. not by choice i just need to be forcemasced) i cannot stop thinking abt u absolutely obliterating my holes and forcemascing me and just making me in2 ur idea of a perfect man... i want u 2 tear me down completely just break me entirely and then rebuild me in2 the exact type of man u want me to be. i'd do anything for it really
anon i have been thinking about this ask all day. i’m glad my hornyposting is a dysphoria salve for you
i’m proud of you for coming out and starting to truly live your life, anon. that takes serious balls. i think you need to start going further with it now. what kind of man do you want to be? how do you want to look, truly? do you want to be a muscley gym bro in a muscle tee? a greasy punk you saw smoking a cig outside the gas station? some nerdy guy that works in IT?
don’t worry, baby boy, i’ll help you get there. i’ll get you a haircut, a men’s one, a clipper cut with a squared-off back. or maybe i’ll shave it all off, start from scratch. i’ll slowly start replacing your clothes with ones you’ve always wanted to wear but were too scared to—women’s skinny jeans replaced with men’s straight-cut, “soft boy” button downs replaced with men’s shirts, panties replaced with boxer briefs (easiest to pack with), even your socks get replaced. you can keep that giant dysphoria hoodie you practically live in, but i’ll glare at you whenever you wear it until you change into a real outfit. and i’ll let you keep those flower crowns, but none of them match your new clothes, so why would you keep wearing them? eventually they’ll be forgotten about in a drawer, or given to a friend’s little sister. i’ll force your legs apart if i catch you sitting with them crossed, until it’s second nature to manspread. and every morning i’ll grab the front of your pants to make sure you’re packing, to make sure you remember your dick belongs to me.
i’ll get you on t, do the first few shots for you until i decide you’re ready to do it yourself, and then i’ll watch you with hungry eyes as you inject yourself with what you should’ve had this whole time. i know it’s scary at first, but being a man is about doing shit that scares you. it builds character. so shut up and take the needle.
and sure, i’ll fuck you with my strap until you can’t think, until your thighs are shaking and your holes are tired and sloppy and you’re completely spent, and the only sounds you can make are moans. i’ll jerk you off while i fuck you—don’t you love how sensitive your new dick is? but i’ll also teach you how to top, how to take what you want. i’ll press myself against your back and coach you through fucking somebody else with the very same dick i fucked you with.
when i’m done with you, you’ll be surprised you ever were a baby-trans soft boy. because all you have ever been is a man.
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Whether or not a person is attractive doesn't depend on whether their appearance has any inherent "flaws". As a matter of fact, as rare as they are, people whose faces and bodies are "flawless" aren't even particularly attractive, mildly pretty at best. The biggest factor to whether someone's good-looking is presentation.
Most things that genuinely detract from someone's appearance are fixable - things like being clean and well-groomed, having a haircut that frames their face well, wearing colours that compliment their complexion and clothes that fit well, all make a world of difference, but first and foremost it's about how they carry themselves, good posture, and having genuine confidence in themselves.
Features that people are born with are never truly flaws, but simply features of their appearance. They give a face character, and frankly a person can't be truly remarkably, stunningly attractive without them. People that make people halt on their tracks almost always have something distinct about them, like a woman with a handsome hooked nose or a man with slanted teeth like a wolf. The kind of features that you couldn't remark on without it sounding like a backhanded compliment, but which you couldn't remove or "fix" without detracting from their appearance.
And even if you think you just look weird as hell, you should know that being weird-looking and being good-looking aren't mutually exclusive. Try doing something with your appearance that accentuates the features you have, instead of trying to tactically hide them with the way you dress or style your hair. Being "well-dressed" isn't about being understated, but having a distinct style, first and foremost wearing things you like to wear.
Ignore the people who advise you to not wear a specific style, item or colour that you like because it draws attention to some "flaw" in your appearance, it compliments you if you like it. There are clothes that I would absolutely never put on myself, but which look good on the person who wears them because you can tell that they're wearing it on purpose.
Think about blue cheese. Not everyone likes it, but the people who do like it fucking love it, and they would like it less if it tasted less like blue cheese. But if one of them found a random plastic grocery bag from the side of the road and found mushy, pungent, greenish-white substance inside, most of them probably wouldn't go ahead and give it a taste - even if it was the best goddamn Aura they could ever have tasted. But if the exact same stuff is all packed up in a neat, shiny package and a well-designed logo on the side, it's the most expensive damn thing in the grocery store.
It's all about the presentation.
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SoapGhost superhero/vigilante AU where Ghost is a vigilante whose front is a dry cleaning place and Soap is a hero who cannot keep his suit intact to save his life.
Ghost is the city’s masked menace. He’ll bring down stores, banks, companies, even empires just to keep the city balanced. His main task is hunting down predators and abusers, especially ones in positions of power. He is a one-man army, nobody knows his face or even his voice really, he seeps in and out of the darker corners of the city like his namesake.
Simon Riley is the quiet owner of a dry cleaner downtown, whose known for taking… unusual costumers, he’s discreet.
Soap is a newer vigilante who moved into the city a year or so ago. He’s peppy and bright, and noticeably only covers the top half of his face. He doesn’t kill, not without absolute necessity, and spends most his time with corruption and petty crime.
John Mactavish is the odd but friendly artist who moved into a studio apartment and spends most his days holed up in there, on the roof, or in some coffee shop sketching.
Soaps first interaction with Ghost is… distinct. Ghost pounces on a man Soap was trailing (literally, he drops from the fucking sky) and only acknowledges Soap after the gun is literally grabbed from his hands. Ghost pulls out a knife and Soap swipes that too. At this point, both pause and decide to actually talk. Or, at least Soap does.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t just let you kill someone.”
Ghost tilts his head at him, a silent, challenging ‘why?’
“Listen, you just let me take him in, and I’ll stay out of your hair, mask, whatever - just please don’t pull out another weapon.”
And Ghost nods because he’s nothing if not tactical, and also because who the fuck is the new guy grabbing weapons out The Ghost's hands.
Soap meanwhile has to very awkwardly wrestle with the fact he got between 6’4 brick wall’s gun for some random, assuredly shitty man who is now babbling and thanking him for saving his life. It also does not help that the aforementioned brick wall is much too close to Soap’s type. Tall, fit, judgy, and also a serial murderer who is almost assuredly willing and able to hunt him for sport- Soap needs to rethink his career path, and whatever life choices lead to his unfortunate taste.
Ghost has been trailing Soap during his free nights for a few weeks when a roughly shaved man covered in paint with a smile like a floodlight stumbles into his business at 8:00 am. He learns quickly that his name is John, that he’s new in the city, and that he really needs this stain out of a pair of very un-civilian looking pants.
Simon doesn’t comment on how the stain is most definitely blood, or how the fresh stitching on it really looks like a repair for a knife wound, only shoots a glance at Soap's paint spattered clothes when he asks if he needs anything else cleaned. He’s more preoccupied by the fact this man has the exact same shitty haircut, build, and jawline as the peppy hero he’s been following.
Soap doesn’t recognize him because, really how could he, and rushes back out sporting the same grin he came in with. If Ghost follows him extra closely the next few days, it’s only to assure he doesn’t know his identity, and nothing to do with the major stab wound the other man is assuredly dealing with.
Soap meanwhile is panicking doubly because he made a fucking fool out of himself in the form of the obnoxiously hot dry cleaner down the street from him and because Ghost has started following him. It takes him a few days to notice, but he’s there, always just out of sight. He never approaches, never does or says anything, just follows and watches. Soaps content for the time being, just happy the other vigilante has less time to murder people.
Soap visits Simon more frequently, for both work and work related cleanings. Simon starts looking forward to his visits, against his better sense. The other man is quick, smart, and has the same sense of humor as him (as much as he might groan at Simon’s terrible jokes).
Simon also worries, because the more work related items he receives from Soap, the more injuries he knows the man has. Ghost's schedule starts including more and more time following the other man, just for security reasons, of course.
Soap is in a similar, if more serious, predicament. Because Simon is fucking gorgeous and smarmy yet charming but every bit just right. Soaps started getting into more fights, taking more hits he would usually dodge, just to see the other man. Hell, he even takes in some of the fancier clothes he’s long since ruined by getting bored waiting for events.
He’s going mad romantically and in the sense his ever present “friend” has turned bolder. He’s following him nearly every night and has even dropped into the alleys Soap has just cleared a few times, standing in the dark and just staring at him.
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Just finished watching Providence. I'll probably have some more thoughts to share about it after sleeping on it, and possibly later if I rewatch S3 again (😍).
Providence and S3 spoilers ahead!
The first thing I can't stop thinking about is that upon giving the Psycho-Pass subreddit a quick look before watching the movie, the only post I saw was about how "this movie should have come out before S3". I didn't read the body of the post in fear of spoilers, but throughout watching the movie, I kept thinking about how much I disagree with that. How insignificant would Akira be if you didn't know he was Kei's brother? How random would Atsushi be as a character if you didn't know what he meant to Arata? Imagine this random kid showing up. No one would react positively to Arata, Maiko and Kei. Akira would feel like a side-character we only cared about for a split second and Atsushi would be confusing in the wrong way. Season 3 wouldn't be the same without the mystery of Tsunemori's incarceration. Objectively a wrong take if you care about the storytelling and characters at all imo.
With that out of the way, while Providence answered some of our burning questions, some have been left unanswered, such as:
Did Gino change his haircut so drastically all of a sudden because he realised the wind blowing in his face meant he couldn't see shit?
I'd be willing to buy that he just enjoys changing styles regularly, though.
Since I'm looking at her... do we know what Frederica's deal is, exactly...? I also can't help wondering - is there a reason why Shimotsuki hates her this much? While she's always complaining over petty things, she seems to hold a pretty specific dislike towards Frederica. Is it really just her personality? (I'd be willing to buy that, too...)
I feel like we have gained a net zero information about either Homura Sr. or Jr. Or Bifrost.
I feel like I had another serious question... before I started joking about Gino's hair. It'll probably come back to me. I guess there's always "can Shou's backstory get a Moment? Anyone else remember how S2 didn't give its new cast the same amount of time S1 did? Babyboy's still kinda just Here rn."
I'm still a bit confused about Jackdaw and Vixen, and the fact that I only just realised that Vixen is a woman probably does not help.
I miss Azusawa and Obata...
Oh right, I think I remembered what I meant to talk about. There are events that clearly happened between Providence and S3 that haven't been detailed, such as Gino leaving the Bureau to join Foreign Affairs, Kunizuka running the fuck out of there or even, I believe, Arata and Kei being appointed as Inspectors. We know that Tsunemori contributed to the latter - I wonder if we may learn more about her reasoning in the future. I think we can also infer that Gino, who stated in the movie that he intends on protecting Tsunemori, had to change plans one way or another due to her arrest.
I feel like we still don't know enough about Akira's relationship to his brother or to Atsushi, and I don't know whether that will be forever left in the air of if it will be detailed. The exact implication of Stronskaya Sr. and her relationship to her daughter are also vague.
Honestly, there's a lot going on in this movie. A lot of politics... a lot of religion... and a thick wall of the story's context. It's complex, and it's interesting how Psycho-Pass is continuing in this direction that already stood out in S3.
I'll just say I'm upset about Saiga. Evil evil bad. I'm really hoping for more content with Arata, Maiko and Kei in the near future because I seriously love them!!! And I want closure for them!!!! Akira was a pretty interesting character, though his quick death was frustrating - which I assume was not not on purpose. Though it happened maybe a little too fast due to the movie format (compared to an episodic format), the revelation of his allyship was set up pretty well. Like I said, details are definitely missing - Atsushi didn't explain why Akira was so willing, and he was interrupted before he could say who he was in his own words.
It was pretty nice to see Kougami be a little cringefail. I didn't enjoy his characterisation in S3, but in Providence, it feels a lot more sensible - like he can really feel that he doesn't have control. I'm satisfied with his and Tsunemori's dynamic in the movie, wherein they care about each other deeply - dare I say, Kougami might even care a little more than she does at this point? - how does that dynamic shift feel my guy? - but Kougami's wrongdoings have weight and the narrative doesn't force him back on her. You can feel that he wants to be back, you can feel that to Tsunemori he never really left, but like I mentioned in a more personal post, Gino's her source of comfort, her trustworthy teammate; Kougami isn't welcomed back by default. This feels natural. This feels like the writing cares about their feelings.
What else... Oh yeah... Did anyone else feel like Saiga was kinda................. hot?
#psycho-pass#psycho pass#psycho-pass providence#psycho pass providence#jan essay#??? does this count? just because it's long? it's more like. jan writes. period#providence spoilers
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You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me (Ch.8)
Hello, kiddos! The idea for this fanfic came to me from a dream (again) I had about a month ago. Тhe main characters were T. Cruise & H.Cavill (don't ask me why), but with a light hand they have been replaced. The main action of the dream took place somewhere in the sands. Аlthough this fanfic will feature Sir Crocodile and our beloved Buggy, the action shifts to the desert. No marines, ships etc. The devil fruit's abilities are preserved. Catch the Mummy and Indiana Jones vibes :) Different titles and names from the original source material will be used to emphasise the general OP's vibe.
Since English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)
And thank you to my dear @yujo-nishimura and @laurasoretta for believing in me :)
Description: Catherine, a librarian who is searching for the trail of her sister who went missing on an expedition. Notes in books and diaries lead her to Cairo. There she finds a retailer from an artifact shop who, in exchange for selling her a map and equipment, insists that Catherine take her along. They get into a little (or maybe a big) adventure..
Warnings: Catherine is still angry about the phrase Buggy said in Ch. 7 (he's a vulnerable idiot). That's why she can be a little annoying. F words. Croco x OC are two assholes. Adventures and fun are still here. Buggy x OC, Sir Crocodile x OC. Hope you enjoy it!
Words: 3262 (omg!)
The title is taken from «You've Got the Same Dream as Me» (Sonya Belousova & Giona Ostinelli) (One Piece, Netflix)
Taglist: @gingernut1314
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• Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7
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"Oh, hi, sister!"
"Oh, hi, sister? Jules, are you fucking kidding me? You’ve been missing for almost two months, I come looking for you, and all you can say is, "oh, hi, sister"? Catherine could hardly contain her anger and slowly approached Jules. "What are you doing here? And why are you with the beehive?"
"Well, after breaking up with Pete, I decided to go on an expedition to clear my head.. There I met a man with a funny haircut in the shape of a three. He offered me an interesting case and good money. And this nice man is his boss", brown-haired girl said with a smile.
"Oh, God! Could you please shut up?" Rika said with annoyance. She walked up to Jules and pushed her towards Catherine. "Welcome to the team of misfits."
"Heeey", Jules squealed.
"All right, ladies and the clown. Enough of this chit-chat and all this drama. Now you put your brains together, if you have them, read your maps, your diaries, and tell us where we're going next."
Crocodile approached Rika.
"You've done a great job, my love. Look and learn, clown, what kind of woman you should choose", Crocodile said with a sneer and kissed Rika again eagerly.
"Thank you! But I want to remind you that you hurt me at that old man's house," Rika returned the kiss.
"It's still ew", Catherine said with disgust.
"Oh, fuck! You've tired me out this week," Rika stopped kissing Crocodile, approached Catherine and grabbed her shoulder. "You know how many times I wanted to punch you in your pretty face, so you'd finally shut up. Now be a good girl, go back to your loser's place and do what you've just been told."
"And when did you have time to contact Crocodile, Rika?" Buggy asked, taking Catherine’s hand and leading her behind him.
"About a month ago, why? Do you feel bad about me not being with you or something? No, thanks. I found the real man."
"Hell, please, no. Just curious. I don't understand why you need me."
"Oh, are you trying to sneak out, my clown boy? Well, somebody had to get us in here. Crocodile doesn’t know the exact way, and you've been here before, albeit from the other side, and you have our box. Plus, I knew you'd fall for the treasure and, obviously, the girl. So. Sorry, buddy."
"Will someone tell me what's going on here?" suddenly asked Jules and glanced at Buggy, "and who are you?"
"They are," Catherine pointed at Crocodile and Rika, "two bastards. And that brown-haired bitch I met at the airport. She gave me a flight ticket. And he..."
"What do you mean, she gave you the ticket?" Buggy interrupted Catherine and looked at her in surprise. "Did you just take the fucking ticket out of that girl's hand? Did you really think a random stranger would just give it to you?"
"Well...," she looked at him with round eyes and shrugged.
"God, you're even dumber than I am," he rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Oh, yeah! And this is coming from the 'I don't need a plan' person," Catherine mocked Buggy, standing behind his back.
"That's enough!" Crocodile stepped closer to them. "Listen, clown. Please tell your girl and her sister to tell us where we need to go. Otherwise…"
He grabbed Jules with his hook.
"Okay, okay!" Catherine said, "I'll do what you want. Just don't touch her".
"Catherine, don't!" Buggy hissed.
"I’m not gonna let some guy with the hook hurt my sister or you," - she said in a whisper and blushed slightly. "Come on, Jules. Let's take a look at the map".
"Good girls. Laura, honey, stand next to that fucking clown. He's got powers and he could easily make a run for it," Crocodile sat on the floor and lit a cigar.
"As you wish, boss."
Catherine and Jules sat on the cold rocks, shining flashlights on the map and diary entries. A light breeze walked through the space. They spent a long time going over the pages with their hands.
"Look," Catherine pointed to the coordinates in the diary. "We were here, here, and here. I think we're here now, right? The map’s drawn the path."
"First of all, I'm shocked at what's happening. What's going on? Second of all, what do you mean, the map's drawn a path? And third," Jules smiled wryly, "who's that guy with the red nose?"
"Fuck! I'm begging you, let's first get out of this fucking cave or wherever we are now. This is all your fault. If you hadn't disappeared, I wouldn't have come here and I'd be sitting at home with coffee right now, and everything would be fine."
"Hey, I apologize for interrupting your family drama, but did you find anything?" Buggy squatted down next to them.
"Not yet. Why are you asking? Oh, you're worried you're gonna miss out on the treasure now? And then you can't get a girl for one night at the bar?" Catherine mumbled, turning the pages.
"Why are you so mad?" he asked in surprise.
"I'm not... I don't care about you and your late-sex life, actually. You could go out and fuck every girl in town in one night."
"Oh, wow, right to the heart!" he exclaimed in a mocking tone, but he changed it quickly. "Hey, listen. About what I said.. I want to ap--"
"How much longer are you going to suffer bullshit?" Crocodile asked with annoyance. "Any news?"
"Don't yell at me, the beehive! No upd.. Uh, wait. Buggy, hold the flashlight, please", Catherine ran her hand over the sheets and mumbled something to herself. "Hey, the hook man. Do you have the book with you?"
"Of course. Laura, give it to her," Crocodile said with a low voice.
Laura went to the bag, pulled out the book and handed it to Catherine.
"Thank you, bitch," Catherine barked.
Reconciling the entries in the book and in her diary, Catherine continued to mutter something to herself and surveyed the space. She ran the fingers of one hand over the pages, the other hand drawing some shapes in the air.
"What is she doing?" Jules asked Buggy with a whisper.
"I have no idea, I thought you knew. She’s your sister."
Rika and Crocodile watched Catherine's strange movements intently.
"I got it!" - Catherine jumped up abruptly, grabbing the book and diaries and walked quickly forward. "Jules, look at the map. Are there any changes now?"
"I see nothing," Jules said, looking closely at the map.
"Honey, you'd better tell us where to go next," Crocodile walked over to Catherine and took her firmly by the neck.
"Hey, let her go," Buggy walked over to Crocodile.
"Or what? All right, I can't cut you. But I can cut her. I can cut her sister. Or kill. You're not in a very good position right now, clown. So, save your heroics for some petty squabbling amongst lowlifes like you."
"You can threaten me as much as you want, I don't give a shit about it. But if you lay one finger or your hook on either of them…"
"Then what? Are you gonna kill me?" at that moment, Crocodile's hand began to turn to sand.
"Stop! Please!" Catherine took Buggy's hand and gave him a hard look. "It's okay. I’m fine. Anyway, the beehive, I have bad news for you. The map is useless now until we get out of here. It only points the way in daylight and, as I understand it, in direct sunlight. So, we'll follow the path where the road is drawn now, and if there's nothing further, we'll go blind."
Rika came over to Jules and looked at the map.
"I hate to break it to you, my love, but that bitch is right. So far, the path's partially drawn. I don't know why the fucking thing didn't draw it all the way through. You're not so stupid, are you, Catherine?"
Catherine rolled her eyes and started packing.
"What was that? His hand turned to sand. And what does that big man mean when he said he can't cut that guy?" she asked with horror in her voice.
"Ah, it's a side effect of the devil fruit," Catherine waved her hand, "I'll tell you later."
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They walked along the winding rocky paths for over an hour, lighting the way with torches. The wind continued to blow through the cave, bringing smells of damp and rot.
"God, I don't want to die in a cave and lie here like some pharaoh", Jules muttered to herself, shifting her feet heavily, "And at first that man with the hook seemed so nice."
"Bastards always seem nice at first. Don't they, Buggy?" Catherine cast a glance at the clown and adjusted her bag.
"If you have a problem with me, cotton candy, just say so," he said in a surprisingly calm tone.
"I don't have a problem with you, and I don't want to talk to you," she snapped.
Jules looked at them questioningly.
"But you keep doing it, Cathie-pie", he said with a slight irony in his voice. "One minute you're mad at me, and the next..."
"Shut up, please, I hate you," she interrupted him with a quiet growl. "Shit, if you knew how much you piss me off, silly clown, I'd.... Ouch!"
Catherine didn't realize she'd hit a stone wall.
"What the hell?" she touched the space in front of her.
"Are you okay?" Buggy put his hand on her back.
"What? Yeah, I'm fine... But..."
"What happened?" Crocodile's voice came from behind her. "Where are we?"
"I don't know...," Catherine shone the torch on the wall. "We couldn't have lost our way. We could have taken a wrong turn… in theory... There are a million paths."
"We could have taken a wrong turn, huh? Are you kidding me?" Rika took two big steps and grabbed Catherine's arm. "I swear to God, I'll rip your head off if you take us down the wrong path."
"Get your crocodile hands off me!" Catherine tried to throw off Rika’s hand. "We're in a bloody ancient cave in the middle of Egypt. You think there's only one way in a cave like this? I’m really sorry that it's not lit up like a fucking highway. Just give me a minute. Jules, the map!"
Rika let go of Сatherine's hand and continued to stand by her side.
"That's why I love you, baby. For your temper," Crocodile walked over to Rika and put his arm around her waist.
"It’s still ew, by the way," Catherine snorted and stared at the map. "Jules, the diary! Buggy, please, hold the torch. One more riddle is written here..."
Check the wall, and touch the floor,
It can help to open the door.
You'll be helped by a pillar of fire.
Just take it up a notch higher.
"And what does it mean?" Crocodile asked.
"Well, you're supposed to be the smartest guy here, so think about it", Catherine said mockingly.
"I'm sick of you!" Crocodile hissed. "Laura, I think our redheaded smarty-pants is a little out of touch. Maybe a gun would help. Will you please point that pretty thing at her little sister?"
Laura took out a gun, cocked the slide and put it to Jules' temple.
"You’re truly a piece of shit," Catherine whispered. "If the four of you want to get to the treasure, shooting somewhere in the dungeon is not recommended. You'll turn to sand and escape, the clown will fall to pieces and escape too, and the four of us will be crushed by something heavy. No offense, but that's not how I pictured my demise."
"Very funny, yes," Crocodile grinned. "Now go to your blue-haired friend and open the door."
"Check the wall, and touch the floor.. a pillar of fire. Jules, Buggy, obviously, we need to check the walls and floor with the torch or the flashlight, there must be some clues there," Catherine said this with undisguised admiration.
"I think you're beginning to like this whole treasure hunting thing," Buggy said with a grin.
"No, I just want to go home and be away from you," Catherine tried to sound serious.
With the torch, Jules and Buggy lit every millimetre of the wall. Catherine sat on her knees and ran her hands over the floor.
“You know, Crocodile, I know you're kind of mafia, but maybe you could help. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner you can get your gold”, Catherine said, probing the stone tiles in the darkness. “Check those rocks you're standing on, please.”
Crocodile snorted. Rika nodded her head slightly and they began to check the floor beneath them.
"There are some drawings here," Rika said.
"Yeah, and there are some on the wall, too," Jules mumbled.
Catherine sat down on the stone floor, Crocodile sat next to her. They both stared at the book. Rika and Buggy watched them both warily.
"Look, the hook, you see, one of the slabs in the book is marked with a sign. That's how the ancient Egyptians labelled something like a button, if I'm not mistaken."
"Buttons? To what?" Crocodile looked at Catherine questioningly.
"I don't know. Maybe it's your treasure behind the door, maybe it's sarcophagi with mummies or a bunch of man-eating scarabs. But you see, there's a drawing here. It's a diagram. We have to click on the pictures on the wall and the floor in the right order, I guess... But we need to find some kind of lever that activates it all."
"And if we press in the wrong order, then what?" Crocodile asked in a quiet voice.
"Well, then we have a good chance of turning into mummies, and in a few hundred years local kids will be scared with scary stories about us." Catherine said, barely containing a nervous laugh. "Yes, I've always dreamed of dying next to the sandman and the clown."
Crocodile stood up and offered Catherine his hand.
"Thanks, I guess," she said with surprise in her voice. "Okay, guys, we need to find a lever, a big button or something..."
Catherine and Crocodile continued to look at the book and diary while Laura, Rika, Buggy and Jules were exanimating the walls and floor.
"People, there's another sign here," Laura said, lighting an obscure symbol with her torch.
"Wait, that's...," Catherine sat down next to her, "it's Seth's sign."
"How is Seth?" Crocodile asked.
"God, сome on! You're in Egypt. It's an Egyptian god."
"Then what do these symbols mean?" Jules' voice came from the wall.
Catherine approached her.
"Jules, sister, hold the book. Buggy, hold the torch and the diary," she began to run her hands over the wall and the pages again, muttering something to herself.
"Anything?" Rika asked, coming up behind her.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, don't distract me," Catherine waved her hand away. "Guys, I get it. Look, these aren't just symbols. It's a puzzle. But not just a puzzle, a puzzle of myth. And a note that says "Beware of Seth".
"What myth?" Buggy asked in surprise.
"Osiris and Isis," Catherine said affirmatively.
"And what's it about?" Laura asked and Rika said together.
"Come on! Seth killed Osiris, Isis' husband, chopped him up and hid him in different places. Buggy, by the way, if you bother me, I'll do the same to you," she said with a slight smile.
"I'm sorry, what?" he raised his eyebrows.
"Isis went in search of her husband's parts. The symbols on the wall and floor match the ones in the book. And if you look in the diary, you'll know in what order to press the buttons."
"But what does this have to do with Seth?" Laura asked. "You know, I don't know much about all these Egyptian myths, but it seems to me that if something is mentioned in the text, you should take it into account."
"Seth is the god of storms and deserts, that doesn't make sense," Jules said.
"But he was also considered the god of deception," Catherine whispered. "We need to press these slabs in reverse order. We have to find the lever and then start this infernal mythological machine."
"There's something like a wheel in here, but to be honest, I don't really want to touch it," Jules said with excitement in her voice, pointing to a small object.
Crocodile and Buggy approached the wheel. Turning it a few times they both looked round.
"And now what?" Crocodile asked.
Catherine looked at the book and started pointing with her hand.
"Now we have to press the slabs in reverse order, that's what Laura, you over here, Jules, you over here, Rika, you on that slab, you two stand over there at those two slabs closer together. Just in case there's a door, of course."
She sat down on the ground, put the book next to her, and started rambling again.
-Feet.. Arms... Body... Arms... Legs. Okay, first brown-haired bitch Rika. Then Jules. No, no, no, no.. first Laura. Then Rika. Then Jules. Then beehive. Then Buggy."
In that order, everyone pressed the slabs.
"And what? Nothing happens. Are you sure you got it right?" Buggy asked with a distinct annoyance in his voice.
"I-I.. I don't know, I hope so."
"If you decided to trick us...," Rika moved with a quick step towards Catherine.
Suddenly they heard a strange noise and the floor started to wobble.
"Please tell me it was you who ran so hard," Catherine said with fear in her voice, getting up from the floor. "Oh-oh, that's not good."
Slowly the walls began to fall down. The floor began to move more and more.
"What's with the door?" Rika shouted.
"It won't open," Jules hit the wall with her hand.
"Oh-oh, that's too bad!" Catherine looked around, dazed with shock.
"Are you sure you read it right?" shouted Crocodile.
"Do you really have to ask that now?" Catherine yelled back.
The heavy stone door began to open slowly. Crocodile and Buggy tried to pull it to move it, but to no avail.
"Yes! Yes! It's opening!! Hurry!" Jules took Laura's hand, and they slipped through the narrow passage.
"Catherine, hurry!" Rika grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the door.
The floor began to slowly collapse. From the bottom of the cave came the muffled sounds of stone hitting stone. Catherine noticed the book that had been left on the floor.
"The book!" she broke free of Rika's grip and ran to get it.
"Rika!" Crocodile turned into sand and picked Rika up.
"Oh, Catherine, this was a bad idea. That's the dumbest idea ever," she muttered to herself as she watched the floor fall down in bigger and bigger chunks.
Suddenly, she felt someone pick her up and book.
"You will be the death of me, cotton candy!" Buggy's flying torso threw her on his shoulder and carried her to the door.
"Damn you and your chop chop abilities," she said, exhaling as she watched the remnants of the floor fall into the abyss of the cave.
As soon as everyone was behind the door, it closed.
"Is everyone alive?" Rika asked, lighting a torch from the wall.
"I think so," Laura and Jules squeaked in unison somewhere.
Buggy lowered Catherine to the ground and put his body back on his feet. She looked around.
"Well. I have two bits of news. One, we're all alive. The second is that the way back is cut off".
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