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slu7formen · 7 months ago

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luke castellan x fem!reader

You knew that your friend, Luke, was a tease. What you didn’t expect, was that he was going to be a tease to you.

while I finish writing part two of this story (btw, thank u so much for all the love it’s getting) , I drop this one out here for the wait <3

warnings: teasing, praising, drinking, kinda s3xual tension

reminder: english’s not my first language so I apologize for any spelling mistakes

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The bonfire crackled merrily, casting flickering shadows on the faces of the demigods huddled around it. The air thrummed with the low beat of stolen music from a borrowed radio, a symphony of laughter and easy conversation punctuated by the clinking of ice inside your plastic cups. Exhaustion from a particularly harrowing week of monster attacks had finally settled in, driving the older campers to this clandestine revelry deep within the safe haven of the camp's woods.

Across from you, Clarisse was emerged in a play-fight with his brothers, not truly a good idea based on the drunken state they were in, but who would tell them otherwise? Travis and Connor were huddled together, their whispers punctuated by bursts of laughter that hinted at some upcoming evil plan or prank. You could practically see the gears turning in their heads. Silena leaned towards Katie’s ear, whispering some secret that boys couldn’t know about, her voice barely a murmur.

And Luke Castellan sat next to you, his presence warm and familiar. His profile bathed in the golden glow. You'd known him for years, a bond forged in shared battles and late-night training sessions. But lately, you'd begun to see him in a different light. The way his muscles tensed beneath his t-shirt as he tossed another log onto the fire, the glint in his dark eyes - it all sent a delicious flutter to your stomach.

Reaching for your empty plastic cup, you realized with a groan that you'd polished off your cranberry juice and vodka concoction. Glancing sideways at Luke, you noticed his cup held a suspicious-looking red liquid that gave off a pungent, almost medicinal smell. "Let me have a sip of yours" you declared, leaning towards him without even questioning.

A ghost of a smile played on his lips. Your cheeks, flushed from the alcohol and the warmth of the fire, were undeniably red. Your lips, slightly puffy and wet, was not something his eyes would miss either. But he'd never admit the effect you had on him, not here, not amongst their friends.

"Not sure that's your thing, doll" he pointed out, looking down at his drink for a second. "You won´t like it"

You knew you were pushing your luck, but the defiance simmering in your blood, thanks to the vodka, wouldn't be ignored. "Come on, Luke" you pout, placing your chin on his shoulder. “If you can drink it, why can´t I?”

He chuckled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. "I don't think you can handle it" he said with a little smirk on his face, the playful challenge in his eyes impossible to miss. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the way he was looking at you, but a spark of competitive spirit ignited within you.

“Oh, yeah?” you challenged. “Just watch me, then” you declared, snatching the cup from his hand before he could protest. You were so sure of yourself. The liquid was a fiery red, the strong scent even more potent up close. You took a tentative sip.

It was horrible.

It was like drinking liquid fire infused with cough syrup. A strangled cough escaped your lips, your eyes watering. Luke chuckled slightly. You sputtered, almost spitting the liquid out in disgust.

Before you could fully react, Luke's hand cupped your chin, surprisingly gentle despite the rough calluses that adorned his palm. His eyes held a mischievous sparkle. "Take it all down now, you told me you could handle it"

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the way his words sent a thrill down your spine, but you were determined not to back down, especially not in front of him. Fueled by a mix of pride, the burn of the liquid fire, and a strange flutter in your stomach thanks to Luke's closeness, you took another swig, then another, determined to finish it. You ignored the way your throat felt like it was lined with sandpaper and the fire that seemed to erupt in your gut.

Suddenly, a loud "Chug! Chug! Chug!" broke the silence. Travis and Connor, who had been watching the exchange with amusement, started a rhythmic chant. Silena and Katie soon joined in, their cheers echoing through the clearing. You choked down the rest of the concoction, gasping for air as it burned its fiery path down your throat.

The cheers reached a crescendo as you slumped back, eyes squeezed shut, your head swimming. As the commotion subsided, you dropped the plastic cup with a clatter. You felt dizzy, and your throat felt like someone had lined it with sandpaper, but a sense of accomplishment washed over you. You'd done it.

Suddenly, a gentle touch on your chin startled you. You blinked your eyes open to see Luke leaning in, his gaze holding a playful spark. With his thumb, he brushed away a stray droplet of the red liquid that had escaped your lips during your valiant chugging endeavor.

The simple gesture sent a jolt through you. It was so unexpected that your breath hitched in your throat. Then, in a move that stole the air from your lungs completely, he lifted his thumb to his lips and sucked off the red droplet. Eyes on yours, the whole time.

"Good girl" he murmured.

He turned away then, casually rejoining the conversation with Chris about their upcoming training session. But you couldn't tear your gaze from him. The playful glint in his eyes, the lingering warmth on your chin from his touch – it all played on repeat in your mind.

Gods, you thought, your head swimming from a potent mix of alcohol and newfound desire. You really wanted to be anywhere else right now. Anywhere with him, away from the prying eyes and teasing laughter of your friends. You felt crazy in the matter of just a few seconds. You couldn´t let this slide, you just couldn´t.

You couldn´t deny the wet patch on your panties either.

You stood up, maybe a little too fast for the state you were in, but you managed to look down to Luke, who was already looking into your eyes the moment you stood up.

“I´m going for a walk. Care to join me?”

inspired by this right here, with a little change <3

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan smut #pjo series #pjo #luke castellan x you #luke x reader #luke castellan one shot #luke castellan fic #luke castellan imagine #pjo x reader #pjo x you #pjo smut #luke castellan x female reader #luke castellan x fem!reader #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan imagines

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gassydumbjocks · 2 months ago

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Its Good To Be A Man

Tyler close the door and throw himself to the sofa, exhausted after a day of work thanking it was finally over. He worked at a pretty good company, but being the only gay guy in his department and having to deal with homophobes and sexist co-workers was sometimes too much for him, so he thought about watching a movie or a tv show maybe to relax and sleep.

He started to look up in his VHS Cassettes' box and soon noticed that strangely, a new one was there, it didn't got any cover or stuff, and just had written "Its good to be a man" as the only title on it, he found it weird, but then supposed perhaps that his dumb jock of a roommie got it and put it with his stuff "I've told him not to touch my things like a million times, when is that brute gotta learn"

He had to admit the curiousity was hitting him, it was probably a home made video recorded by Connor and his gross buddies, but boy... after all, he was gay, and all of Connor's friends were toned ripped jocks from the gym (with a brain of a peanut size, but hot after all)

Thinking "maybe its just their excersizes routines... guess it wouldn't hurt to see" feeling a bit of a lust mood running in his body "ok, just a couple minutes...but i swear, if its just them having a belch off, im burning this" he said.

Putting the tape in the tv player, he clicked to put the video, and all of a sudden, the typical static sound shows, then a simple white screen, making Tyler raise an eyebrow, before what seemed to be a variety show intro plays, a smiling man in a suit which he supposed was the host, along a bunch athletic shirtless men with dumb expressions who followed next to him appeared in screen.

"Good to see ya again my brothers!" The host announces "this is your program where you learn how to be real MEN", as if it was a cue, the stud-bodied-like guys all grunted and beated their chests, like they were gorillas making a chanting "Uh!, Uh!, Uh!" and flexed their arms, making the audience laugh loudly, with those cocky grins Tyler knew so well, he rolled his eyes.

Making the host laugh aswell, he patted one of them in the back "That's what i talk about" he joked "Alright folks, tonight we'll indulge into an intense session of what it means to be a man, these guys here will serve as examples in showing you all stuff boys MUST do to become the alpha macho men they truly are" he adds, then, smirking, he takes a small device from his suit pocket.

"This little thing here made sure to leave them empty headed and obey any manly command given to them, just as it'll make sure to do the same for you, ma boy" he suddenly announces.

"...The hell?" Tyler said, arching his look again as he watched them "is this some bullshit hypnosis crap or?..." he asked

"That's right, dudes! Lets begin" the host shouted. "It's time to show off around what you're made of! We'll do something primal, no pun intented" he joked "We'll now do the first category: BURPING!, so, let's hear those nice bassy burps!" he says, turning to the group of jocks, as he pressed a button of that device.

Immediatly, they started to release loud and deep monsters of burps, at unison, as if they were in trance, still with those dumb expressions, and Tyler could swear he saw how one of them got his eyes crossed with a complete fool face.

Even worse, Tyler felt a strange urge to burp himself too. He tried to resist, but the feeling was overwhelming, he rubbed his gut hoping to calm it down, but he just letted out a loud, embarrassing belch, blushing immediatly

"Wha-BOOOOUUURRP?- Is happening?!" he said between belches, a little ashamed.

"Excellent!" the host cheered. "This is what i call a manly symphony!, but we also know there is another way to do that, right?" He asks the public with a mischevous grin "FARTING is a big part in the bonding among men, so, we just have to, let it rip right?" He asked again, as he pressed that little button.

Some of the guys turned around to show their butts, other simply proceed to lift their legs, but they all did the same, at the command of "letting rip" they instantly started a worthy orchestra of simultaneous farts, each sounding grosser and deepest than the last one

Tyler was grossed out and sick, he wanted it to stop, but as he bend over a bit over to approach the tv, his butt felt the need to drop a massive, and nasty monster of a deep fart, the loudest he've ever letted out, he could feel his butt vibrating at that one, sitting normally again, horrified and trying to cover his butt with his hands.

"This-BOOOOOOOUUUUURRRRRPP!" He belched "Is a nightmare!..."

PPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRTTTT!!!

That last fart seemed to do something on Tyler, he kept one second silent before, turning his head to the tv again, now with a dumb and foolish grin adorning his face "hahaha, dudee, i need to quit the bean dip next timee" he said in a lower, more manly voice.

"Whew! Guys! Ok ok its enough! Hahaha" The always happy host said, as he waved his hand to make the smell go away, as the dumb bunch of men kept blasting bombs out of their butts "Geez, dont anybody here think on turning on a lighter" he said bursting in laughing, making Tyler laugh too at the stupid joke.

"But for now, this is all we got for today's emmision, bros, we're glad that you could come with us in this, stinky, foul and manly lessons that every man needs to apply in his everyday, till the next program! Boys? Would you like to wave goodbay?" he asked with a grin.

The camera showed each of them, now it was sure they all had that same cross-eyed look and dumb smiles, like Tyler did, the staff offered a can of a kind of soda to one of them, which he drank in a single gulp, before removing it from his lips "GOOOD BYEEEEAAAAUUURRRRRP!" A massive belch came out, as he succesfully burp-talked, gaining again the laughs and applause from all the people in the set.

Meanwhile with Tyler, at the same time he also relaxed his muscles, and lifted a leg as he felt some pressure in his lower abdomen, he knew very well what that meant "Bombs away!" he said proudly, before the smelly, big and long fart made its way out of his crack.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!

"Hahah!" he chuckled "i think i just ruined my undies"

#male burp #male farts #iq loss #alpha jock #hyper masculinity #mind control

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90s-music-tourney · 1 month ago

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All songs have been chosen for the 90s music tourney

Lithium by Nirvana

Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill

Ironic by Alanis Morrisette

She don't use Jelly by Flaming Lips

Iris by Goo Goo Dolls

What's Up by 4 non blondes

Peaches by Presidents of the United States

Criminal by Fiona Apple

Bitch by Meredith Brooks

Good Riddance (Time of your Life) by Green Day

… Baby One More Time by Britney Spears

Sober by TOOL

Breakfast at Tiffany's by Deep Blue Something

Wonderwall by Oasis

Love Fool by The Cardigans

baby got back by sir mix-a-lot

whatta man by salt n peppa

No Scrubs by TLC

Istanbul (Not Constantinople) by They Might Be Giants

Losing my Religion by REM

Fem in a Black Leather Jacket by Pansy Division

No Rain by Blind Melon

Friday I'm in Love by The Cure

Mr. Jones by Counting Crows

Californication by Red Hot Chili Peppers

Tubthumping by Chumbawamba

Zombie by Cranberries

Smooth By Santana Ft. Rob Thomas

One Week by Barenaked Ladies

Semi Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind

Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer

All Star by Smash Mouth

Buddy Holly by Weezer

My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion

Genie in a Bottle By Christina Aguilera

Barbie Girl by Aqua

Spice up your life by Spice Girls

Steal My Sunshine By Len

Cannonball by the Breeders

Bittersweet Symphony by the Verve

What is Love By haddaway

Follow you down by Gin Blossom

Freedom by George Michael

Nothing Compares to You by Sinead o Connor

Around the World by Daft Punk

Laid by James

Possum Kingdom by Toadies

Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger

Only Happy When it Rains by Garbage

Bullet with Butterfly Wings by Smashing Pumpkins

Sunny Came Home by Shawn Colvin

Pepper by Butthole Surfers

Mother Mother by Tracy Bonham

Tim I wish you were born a girl by of Montreal

Voodoo by Godsmack

Mambo No. 5 by Lou Bega

Livin La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin

Just a Girl by No Doubt

Closer by Nine Inch Nails

California Live by Tupac

I will Always Love you by Whitney Houston

Give Me One Reason by Tracy Chapman

Good Day by Ice Cube

Gin and Juice by Snoop Dogg

Dragula by Rob Zombie

My Name is by Eminem

You Get What You Give by New Radicals

No Diggity by Blackstreet

Loser by Beck

pretty fly (for a white guy) by the offspring

What's my Age Again by Blink-182

I want it that way by the Backstreet Boys

Intergalactic By the Beastie Boys

Two Princes by Spin Doctor

Killing in the Name by Rage Against the Machine

Girls and Boys by Blur

Where is my mind by the Pixies

Closing Time by Semisonic

Creep by Radiohead

Say My Name by Destiny's Child

Jump Around by House of Pain

Check the Rhime by A Tribe Called Quest

November Rain by Guns n Roses

The Distance by CAKE

Every You, Every Me by Placebo

The Sign by Ace of Base

Vogue by Madonna

Don't Let Go (Love) by En Vogue

Mm Bop by Hansen

Believe By Cher

Mo Money, Mo Problems by Notorious BIG

Gold Soundz by Pavement

The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly) by Missy Elliot

Common People by Pulp

Doll Parts by Hole

Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio

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marcandreyuri · 1 month ago

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through blood, sweat, and tears we fight, / unified, we shine all our might. / each step we take, every victory won, / is a testament to what can be done.

united with spirit, we never tire / together, we reach higher and higher. / for in this game, we found our voice / a symphony of triumph, an anthem of choice.

the power of teamwork, john f. connor

#hockeyedit #hockey poetry #pens lb #sidney crosby #evgeni malkin #kris letang #pens #sid #geno #tanger

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estapa-edwards · 5 months ago

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pookie saw you were taking requests and that plus your amazing work had my brain working,, I loved your grumpy fic,, and as self-proclaimed menace to society, I would love to see Connor with a full on chaotic dramatic mess of a person,, very orange cat coded 🙈🙈😋

CHAOTIC - C. BEDARD

paring: Connor Bedard x reader

word count: 875

requested? yes

warnings: use of y/n.

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!

*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·..·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·..·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·..·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·..·:*¨¨*

Y/n has a larger-than-life personality reminiscent of an orange tabby cat, with a penchant for drama that could rival Broadway's finest. Their life is a constant whirlwind of spontaneous adventures, dramatic outbursts, and laughter that echoes through the halls. Y/N is the kind of person who can turn the most mundane moments into unforgettable memories, leaving a trail of chaos and joy in their wake.

Then there's Connor, the epitome of calm in the storm, whose presence exudes a quiet strength and determination. As a rising star in the world of hockey, his days are filled with rigorous training sessions, media obligations, and the pressure of living up to lofty expectations. Yet, amidst the chaos of his professional life, Y/N is his anchor, a source of light and laughter that brings balance to his world.

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Armed with a recipe they found online, Connor and Y/N eagerly embark on a culinary adventure, determined to whip up a romantic dinner together. Their differing personalities complement each other perfectly, turning the kitchen chaos into a delightful symphony of laughter and love.

“How much salt did the recipe say to add?” Y/N asks, stirring a pot on the stove with a flourish of dramatic flair.

“It says just a pinch, but I think you might have gone a bit overboard there,” Connor replies with a gentle smile, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to Y/N's animated gestures.

“Oops. Well, they do say cooking is all about experimentation, right?” Y/N laughs, their vibrant energy filling the room with warmth.

As Connor watches Y/N taste the sauce, he can't help but admire their zest for life. "I hope it's not too salty," he says, his voice steady and reassuring.

Y/N's face lights up with excitement. "Hmm, it's definitely... bold," they say, their eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe a sprinkle of paprika will give it that extra kick?"

Connor nods, impressed by Y/N's creativity. He reaches for the spice rack and adds a dash of paprika to the sauce, marveling at how effortlessly they transform the ordinary into the extraordinary.

As they continue to cook, Connor marvels at the way Y/N moves around the kitchen with grace and confidence, turning simple ingredients into a culinary masterpiece. Meanwhile, Y/N admires Connor's precision and attention to detail, grateful for his calming presence amidst the chaos.

Suddenly, Y/N accidentally knocks over a jar of olive oil, sending it crashing to the floor with a loud thud. They freeze, their eyes wide with shock.

Connor rushes to their side, his concern palpable. "Are you okay?"

Y/N bursts into laughter, their melodramatic reaction adding a touch of comedy to the situation. "I'm fine, just a little clumsy," they say, wiping away tears of mirth.

Connor joins in their laughter, relieved to see Y/N's spirits lifted. Together, they clean up the mess, their laughter echoing through the kitchen like music.

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Y/N arrives at the hockey arena, her excitement palpable as she bounces on the balls of her feet, a whirlwind of energy in the midst of a sea of fans. Her outfit is a riot of colors, a mishmash of patterns and textures that somehow come together in a chaotic symphony of style. She cheers loudly, her voice rising above the crowd as she waves a homemade sign emblazoned with Connor's name.

As the game begins, Y/N's enthusiasm knows no bounds. She jumps up and down, her hands flailing wildly in the air as she cheers on her beloved Connor with unwavering support. Her antics draw the attention of nearby spectators, who watch in amusement as she becomes increasingly animated with each play.

When Connor scores a goal, Y/N leaps out of her seat, cheering at the top of her lungs and showering the ice with confetti from a hidden stash in her bag. She dances in the aisles, oblivious to the stares of the other fans as she celebrates with reckless abandon.

But amidst the chaos of her celebration, disaster strikes in the form of an overenthusiastic high-five that sends her drink flying, drenching the unsuspecting fans seated in front of her. Y/N gasps in horror, her face flushing with embarrassment as she frantically apologizes and offers to buy them new drinks.

Despite the mishap, Y/N remains undeterred in her support for Connor, cheering him on with even greater fervor as the game progresses. She waves her homemade sign like a flag, her voice hoarse from shouting as she urges him onward to victory.

As the final buzzer sounds and the crowd erupts into cheers, Y/N rushes down to the edge of the rink, eager to congratulate Connor on his stellar performance. She wraps him in a tight embrace, her messy hair and smudged makeup a testament to the intensity of her support.

"Congratulations, Connor!" she exclaims, her eyes shining with pride. "You were amazing out there!"

Connor smiles, his heart full at the sight of Y/N's unbridled joy. He pulls her close, grateful for her unwavering support and the chaotic energy she brings into his life.

"Thanks, Y/N," he says, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I couldn't have done it without you."

sorry its so late, ive haven't been up to writing recently! hope you enjoy!

#connor bedard x reader #connor bedard imagine #hockey #nhl x reader #connor bedard #nhl blackhawks #chicago blackhawks

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lixzey · 1 month ago

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hii happy birthdayy can you please do

no one's ever had me, not like you !

✨ give me a scenario + character for headcannons! with connor stoll and a daughter of apollo who write songs and plays the piano? tyyy

you are the music in me !

connor stoll x apollo!reader headcannons

a/n: please PLEASE let me know how I did with these 😭 bcs I honestly feel that these are meh 🥲 thank you so much for requesting, my lover!!

• Let me just say that Connor Stoll is completely head over heels for you.

• He thinks that you, his angelic pretty girlfriend, is the most amazing woman in the whole ass world.

• Not only are you smart and caring, but musically gifted as well (duh, you’re the daughter of apollo, of course you’d be musically gifted—Connor told himself that a million times)

• Connor never really liked music, well, that is until he met you.

• He often says that you stole his heart with your beautiful, harmonic, lovely, angelic voice. (Yes, he is overdramatic.)

• The way you play the piano is the most ethereal thing Connor has ever heard in his life. The way your voice effortlessly blends with each note in perfect harmony, made the son of Hermes actually swoon.

• He secretly records you play and sing, he is literally your biggest fan. The amount of recordings he has is actually concerning if he wasn’t your boyfriend. Pretty sure he could start a whole recording label because of it. He has a video recorder and a voice recorder on hand every time, it’s honestly so cute!!

• The way your fingers dance over the keys remind him of your gentle touch, the feel of your soft lips against his felt like heaven every time.

• Connor loves stealing your notes, making you give him a kiss before he’d give it back (well, sometimes he needs more than a kiss before giving you back your journal.)

• LOVES GIVING YOU NICKNAMES!!! like little miss sunshine, daylight, my morning dew, lyric, harmony, symphony, sweet tune, and a shit ton more. Who knew Connor Stoll could be this creative? Hell, sometimes he’d even call you by song titles. Hey, out of my league! Whatcha doin’, fearless? I love you, uptown girl!

• Honey, at this point, every song you wrote is about him. This boy, this menace you love, he is like a poem you wish you wrote!

• Remember those recordings? Connor loves twirling you around to them as the two of you dance by the docks or anywhere, really. He’d be fine dancing inside of a volcano as long as he’s with you.

• The way he took the time to memorize you is honestly so cute???? He knows every little quirk and pet peeve you have. You’re this song he has played on repeat in his head at this point.

• Funnily enough, you got Connor to sing, and surprisingly, he has an amazing voice. Jesus Christ, the gods really gave you everything!

• Aside from those recordings he has, Connor loves taking photos of you while you play! His favorites are when the sun sets in the afternoon, casting a soft glow through the window where your ebony upright piano sits. He says you look like an angel with that soft glow.

• Connor has your original songs memorized, like tunes and everything.

• He brings an extra small notebook and pen in his pocket in case you need it because he knows how hard it is to stop when an idea comes into mind. He hates to see you so bummed out because you forgot a melody or a tune, even a lyric.

• This boy, despite being able to just steal, saved up money so that he could get you a special necklace for your first anniversary. It was a golden chain with an eighth note pendant with yours and his name engraved on it!

• The two of you love making playlists! Pretty sure he even has a secret wedding playlist because he is just so in love with you.

• Every time you and Connor get the chance to roam around the city, he makes sure to get you a few records you like!

• If you and Connor were characters in a movie, you’d be Kelsey and Ryan from High School Musical.

• Musicals? You bet Connor is taking you there on a free night (technically, he’s gonna sneak the two of you out, but it still counts).

• This silly little lover of yours will belt out the entirety of Hamilton with you if you ask him to.

• Travis calls him a simp, and Connor is fucking proud of it.

• Connor Stoll loves and adores his musical side, aka you <333

#ellie's 22nd birthday!! 🥳#connor stoll x reader #connor stoll x you #connor stoll #connor stoll headcannons #connor stoll pjo #connor stoll imagine #pjo series #pjo fandom #pjo hoo toa #pjo

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fantasticsandwich · 3 months ago

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yandere influencer x fem reader (pt 5)

Your fingers hovered in the air, inches from the tarnished brass of the door knocker. Your pulse hammered in your ears. The hallway felt too narrow, the air thick with the scent of stale cooking and old wood. You'd expected to be greeted by chaos—the aftermath of Rian's heartache—yet when you finally mustered the courage to tap against the cool metal, the scene unfolding before you was far from what you had envisioned.

The door swung open, revealing not a disheveled den of inebriated sorrow, but a stranger, standing amidst a stillness that seemed to part around him like mist. His pale skin caught the dim light, lending him an ethereal glow, while his dark hair framed his face in stark contrast, softening the sharp angles of his cheekbones. Your breath hitched, and you felt as if you'd stepped into a quiet corner of the world you hadn't known existed.

“Uh, hey,” you stuttered. The bag of takeout dangled from your grasp, its colors vibrant against the monochrome backdrop of the apartment. “I brought food.”

His lips quirked, a glimmer of amusement in his cat-like eyes. “For me?”

"Sort of, but I don’t usually bring food for strangers,” you managed to say, awkwardness tangling your words. You offered up the takeout like a shield, something tangible to fill the space between you.

“Well, I’m Blaise, and because I was told to anticipate your arrival, you must be Y/N. Now that we’ve had introductions, come in," he said, stepping aside.

As you passed the threshold, the door clicked shut, a quiet seal to the cocoon of warmth that enveloped you as you stood inside Rian’s apartment. Alone now in the small living room, you rocked on your heels.

“Pardon if I’m wrong, but I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“We haven’t. I’m only babysitting Rian for the evening ‘cause he’d drink himself to death otherwise,” Blaise blandly said. “Connor had to step out. Family stuff.”

“Right, I hope everything is okay,” you replied, aware of their proximity in the narrow hall.

“Rian’s coping, have no idea what’s going on with Connor.. I’m not too close with him, but you know how it is. Anyway, I made a portion for him, but since he left, would you like to stay for dinner? I’m making Tuscan chicken.”

The scent of herbs and spices already wafted from the kitchen. It smelled promising.

“I—” you faltered, eagerness warring with the knot of anxiety that coiled in your stomach. You clutched the bag of takeout, now rendered superfluous. Yet, something about the offer tugged at you.

“Sure,” you found yourself reluctantly agreeing, the word escaping your mouth before doubt could reclaim it. A flash of triumph lit his features, quickly masked by the flicker of a passing car outside the window.

“Great,” he murmured, leading the way to the kitchen. His silhouette etched against the stainless steel appliances and sleek countertops.

Expensive, you noted. How were these students affording decent flats in the city center?

As Blaise moved to resume his cooking, the subtle scent of rosemary and garlic wrapped around you, a comforting shroud that made you forget, for a moment, the pressures that lay just beyond the door.

Your fingers brushed against the cool metal handle of the refrigerator, easing the takeout inside as if tucking away your unease alongside it. You straightened up and turned to find Blaise back by the stove, his movements a quiet ballet as he stirred the contents of a pan. The sizzle of chicken meeting hot oil was a soothing symphony in the modest kitchen.

“Mind if I sit down?” you ventured, gesturing toward the table set for three.

“Please, do.”

You slid into a chair, the wood cool beneath your palms, and watched him work. There was a grace in his gestures that belied the tired shadows under his eyes.

“I’m surprised we haven’t met before. You know Rian and Connor well?”

“Ah, we go way back,” Blaise replied without looking up, his attention on a jar of herbs. “Same primary schools, but we split for secondary, though. Connor and I are in the same year, meaning we’re one behind you.”

“Right, that makes sense.” You fiddled with a napkin, folding and unfolding it as your mind ticked over their age difference, an insignificant detail.

A door down the hall creaked open, and Rian shambled in, his figure slumped and eyes rimmed red like the last whispers of sunset. He looked as though he had wrestled with heartache and came out the other side bruised and on life support.

“Hey,” you said, standing so quickly your chair scraped loudly against the floor. “Rian, are you starting to feel okay now?”

Blaise turned off the stove and joined you, his impassive expression softening as he took in Rian’s sorry state. “Sit down. Let us get you something to eat.”

He managed a weak smile, grateful yet overwhelmed, and sank into the remaining chair. “I’m sorry for being such a mess.”

You patted his shoulder. “S’alright. For better or worse, you’re our mess.”

As Blaise plated the food, a fragrant offering of comfort, you stood by Rian’s side, your hand hovering above his shoulder, hesitant yet yearning to reassure. The tension in the room was palpable, a static charge waiting for release.

“Here,” Blaise said, setting down a plate.

“Smells incredible,” you chimed in, hoping to lift Rian’s spirits.

“Good. That means you won’t be able to detect the poison.”

You settled into a silence punctuated only by the clink of cutlery on plates and the distant hum of city life beyond the apartment walls. You twirled your fork through the creamy pasta, the rich aroma of herbs and garlic coaxing a sigh from your lips.

You had never tasted anything as decadent. And under the tutlage of a college student?

“Blaise, this is just… it’s absolutely wonderful.” The flavors exploded across your palate, a symphony of home-cooked perfection that made your store-bought takeout seem like a distant, bland memory. Frantic, you shoveled another forkful into your mouth. “If I were being executed, this would be my last meal request.”

“Thank you,” he replied with a modest chuckle, his hand resting lightly on the back of your chair—a touch so faint it might have been accidental, but it sent a ripple of awareness down your spine.

Adjusting your sleeves, you tried not to dwell on the warmth radiating from where his fingers brushed against the fabric, or how your heart seemed to pulse in time with his proximity.

“Connor has got to see what he’s missing out,” Rian suddenly exclaimed, wiping his mouth with a napkin before reaching for his phone. His voice was tinged with mischief, a spark of his usual playfulness returning as he dialed his roommate’s number.

“Watch him be eating instant noodles again,” you joked.

Connor accepted the video call request. Soon, the group was face-to-face with him. His surroundings were dark, with only the light from the computer illuminating the place. You heard faint, crackly conversation and deduced that he wasn’t in his room. He was out, but where? Blaise had mentioned a family emergency… You hoped everything was alright.

“Hey, Connor! You have to see what Blaise cooked up over here.” Rian beamed into the phone screen, panning the camera over the spread of Tuscan chicken and sides that adorned the table.

The screen flickered, and Connor’s face appeared, squinting through the darkness. He gasped.

“Bastard! How could you make that without me? It looks amazing.”

As everyone had fortold, he held up a sad cup of noodles, eliciting laughter from the trio.

As they bantered, the screen shifted, and a pale face came into view beside Connor’s, his dark eyes locking onto the scene. Heart pounding, you were suddenly confronted with the image of Cillian. Or rather, his bag still slung over his shoulder. But you knew that jawline anywhere.

Leaning away, Connor eagerly gestured for him to step into frame. Quirking a brow, Cillian ventured closer to the desktop. His lips moved, mouthing something, but without him even approaching the mic, you could not hear him. As his eyes roamed around the screen, the surprise expression on his face morphed into something you were unable to decipher.

When he finally realized it was you, he went entirely still as if the screen had frozen. While you shook, he remained deathly still. His lips pressed together like he didn’t want to say anything at all. He was staring. Just… staring. Directly at you, into your soul. With the screen’s blue light shining against his face, he looked like a ghost.

“Cillian!” Rian called out, seemingly oblivious to the sudden change in atmosphere. “Look at what you’re missing out on. Connor’s friend made a delicious meal for us.”

“Hi, Lee,” you added weakly.

“Looks good,” he said at last.

Blaise’s brows furrowed. Leaning in, he squinted at the screen. “What’s with Samara from The Ring in the background? Bro is ghastly.”

“Uh, I think it’s just bad lighting. But you still look good!” Rian mumbled, but before anyone could press further, Cillian lunged forward, seizing the device.

“Hey!” said Connor, voice warbled.

He looked directly into the camera, and your heart experienced a start. You felt as if he was there in the room, confronting you face-to-face. You had to lean back from the intensity of his gaze.

Without another word, he ended the call. His visage flickered and vanished like a specter dispelled by the light of day. A hush descended upon yhe group, broken only by the distant hum of city traffic filtering through the window.

You felt a chill snake down your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You glanced at the blank phone screen, then at Blaise, whose casual demeanor seemed to have returned as quickly as it had left. He shrugged and tossed the phone aside, but you remained motionless.

“What was that about?” He asked, his voice carrying a hint of concern.

“Cillian has major FOMO,” you simply said. Your eyes darted to the spot where Blaise’s hand had once rested on your chair, now conspicuously absent. With a start, you realized you missed the warmth.

As you resumed eating, you found yourself stealing glances at Blaise. He hummed between bites, mindlessly twirling pasta with his fork. You were startled by your momentary lapse; for the first time in eons, your mind was not consumed by thoughts of Cillian.

a/n: idk how i feel about the direction and pacing of this story. :/ do y'all feel like it's too slow burn??? i have at least 20 chapters planned

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere oc #yandere male #cillian

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half-deadmagicperson · 7 months ago

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Phic Phight '24 Phic 4

Title: Like Kicking a Beehive

For @phicphight

Words: 1133

Rating: G

Summary: Interrupting a Fenton function with a ghost attack is like kicking a beehive.

Prompt by @ashboy-3 : It’s that time of year again! The Annual Fenton Reunion! And it’s the first year Danny can’t escape it since high school. How is he going to hide his ghost powers around all these Fentons?

AO3

Danny was screwed. He fidgeted with a loose string on his seatbelt. His family was on their way to the Annual Fenton Family Reunion, and he had no excuses to get out of it. This year, his parents didn’t tell him it was happening. They just had Danny and Jazz pack bags and load into the GAV.

As the labeled pavilion came into view, Danny sighed. This was going to be a disaster. Danny is going to set off every single ghost sensor as soon as he steps out of the RV. Nausea set in as his mom put the vehicle in park. Jazz must’ve noticed his worry and reached out to offer a little bit of comfort. Danny gave her a small smile before stepping out of the RV.

It was like a symphony of horrendous beeping noise. The stares of his cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents all focused on the source. There was a terrifying level of silence, especially for a Fenton gathering. Danny felt sick with all the eyes that were glued onto him. Jack Fenton broke the silence.

“Oh dear, I forgot to warn you all!” his loud voice carried across the picnic tables, “Remember when Danno had that accident a while back? Whatever happened caused our sensors to sometimes react to him. Don’t worry! Our son is still human as ever and not overshadowed! We can program your tech to ignore him!”

Everyone slowly resumed what they were doing. Danny still felt awkward, but mustered a quick ‘thanks dad’ to his father. After the chatter fully resumed, Danny relaxed a little and headed towards the food.

“Hey, Danny, long time no see!” Now there’s a voice he hasn’t heard in a while. Danny turned to see his cousin Connor, who was slightly older than Danny. He was tall with broad shoulders, characteristic of a Fenton. Danny noticed that his cousin added a few piercings since the last time he saw him. The halfa cracked a grin.

“Hey! Yeah it has! It’s been like what, three years?”

“Yeah because somebody kept getting sick,” Connor teased. The two started catching up. Danny told Connor about his plans for college. Connor recalled his parent’s reactions to his career choice in graphic design.

“You woulda thought our dog just died. I swear, they were so upset. Like, ‘Oh you’re gay? That’s fine! We love you!’, but ‘Oh you don’t want to be a ghost hunter? You’re kicked out of the house.’”

Danny gave an awkward laugh before his face fell.

“Yeah… I know how that feels. My parents were a little disappointed when I told them I wanted to be an astrophysicist, but they still love and support me. There’s other parts of my life that I’m afraid to tell them though.”

Connor nodded in understanding. The two continued talking until Danny’s ghost sense went off.

“Since when do you vape?”

Danny was about to answer when he was interrupted by the sounds of ecto-scanners going off. Everyone pulled out ecto-guns, wrist rays, and even full Fenton bazookas seemingly out of nowhere. Danny glanced around looking for the ghost he sensed, praying to whoever would listen that it was just Boxy or someone.

“Well, well, well, what have we here? Humans in possession of large quantities of ectoplasm? That’s against the rules,” fog rolled in as Walker made his entrance.

“No offense, but isn’t the Realm of the Living a little out of your jurisdiction?” Danny quipped before thinking.

“Ah, whelp, I thought I’d find you here. Unfortunately for your family, ectoplasm is property of the Infinite Realms, and therefore, becomes my business.” The sound of blasters firing up interrupted Walker’s monologue.

“GET AWAY FROM MY CHILD YOU SPOOKY SPECTER!” Jack Fenton’s voice rang out through the park. Maddie stood next to him, bazooka aimed directly at Walker.

“Threatening the law enforcement, that’s against the rules. Arrest them!” Walker’s goons came and tried to grab Danny’s relatives. They should have known better than to mess with a large group of Fentons. The sound of a wrist ray signaled the start of an all-out brawl.

Picnic tables flipped and broke from people and ghosts crashing into them. Grandpa’s toupee was cast onto the ground after it caught on fire. The cupcakes were destroyed and used as diversions. While his family dealt with the goons, Danny dealt with Walker.

“Hey, Walker, do you want to know a fun fact about my family?” Walker grunted, Danny took this as a sign to continue.

“If you bring a ghost to a Fenton Family Reunion, it’s like kicking a beehive!”

With a shit-eating grin, Danny fired an ecto-gun at the poor warden’s face. After the goons were stored in someone’s thermos, the rest of the family turned to join the fight.

It was like a pinata at a child’s birthday party. The Fentons, all armed with Fenton Anti-Creep Sticks ™, smacked around the poor ghost until he was unable to attack anymore. Danny popped open his Fenton Thermos ™ . With a bright blue light, Walker swirled into the device. Danny smiled.

“I told you it was like kicking a beehive.”

He received a groan of frustration in return.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Well that was an eventful day,” Connor sighed. They had just finished cleaning up the mess from the attack.

“I’ll say. At least the drinks in the cooler were spared,” Danny stated as he pulled the tab on a can of pop.

“You did pretty good out there. I saw you take on the leader.” A small smile creeped onto Danny’s face.

“Yeah?” Connor nodded before stroking his chin.

“Although… it’s kinda weird how you knew the ghost’s name. Come to think of it, didn’t it call you ‘whelp’ or something?”

Danny’s mind went through three options: lie, half-truth, or full-truth. Half-truth was probably the safest bet.

“Yeah… don’t tell my parents this, but I kinda got curious one day and started exploring the Ghost Zone,” Connor’s eyes widened, “Which I know is stupid! But, it turns out the Ghost Zone is pretty cool. There’s a lot of different cultures and people. Some are friendly, others, like Walker, are not.”

“That’s…cool?” The horn from the RV, as well as the yelling from Jack Fenton interrupted them.

“COME ON DANNO! WE GOTTA HIT THE ROAD BEFORE IT GETS DARK!”

“Well, it was nice catching up!” Danny smiled at his cousin.

“You’re right. Hopefully I’ll see you next year?”

“Yep. See you then!”

The two parted ways.

Danny watched as the pavilion disappeared from his view. It was nice seeing his family again, even if the ghosts interrupted. Speaking of… why did Danny feel like he was forgetting something?

~~~~~~~~

A metal thermos sat in the dirt in the ruins of the pavilion.

“RUNT, YOU GET BACK HERE AND LET ME OUT!!!!”

#danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #phicphight #phic phight 2024 #phicc #dp fanfic

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the-real-pocket-egg · 9 months ago

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Overture

@spiderversebigbang

Written By: @the-real-pocket-egg

Illustrated By: @jo-v-ie, @hootdraws

Beta Read By: @aquamaris

Word Count: 13, 825 words

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Pairings: Otto Octavius/Rosalie Octavius

Characters: Otto Octavius, Rosalie Octavius, Norman Osborn, Curt Connors, Peter Parker, Aunt May Parker, Max Dillon, Flint Marko

Tags: Fluff, Angst, First Dates, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - 1980s, Musicals, Theatre, Romance, Memories, Memory Alteration, Headaches & Migraines, Redemption

Summary:

"In the realm of songs and symphonies, there exists such a thing as a climax, a crescendo; the striking of a match that burns its brightest the moment before being suddenly and unceremoniously snuffed out. It’s the point towards which the band has been clawing to reach, to see all of its hard work paid back in kind as the music swells and the audience’s hearts quicken in anticipation. When nothingness had fallen upon him, so with it went the music, and the Doctor had the sense that he had just been fully and thoroughly, suddenly and unceremoniously, snuffed out.

Hypothesis? Not-his Peter had killed him.

Great."

The year? 1982. The location? Broadway. The lesson? That maybe Otto Octavius understands T.S. Elliot more than he let on.

#spider-man #spider-man 2 #spider man no way home #spiderverse big bang #svbb #svbb2023 #otto octavius #Rosalie octavius #norman osborn #curt connors #peter parker #aunt may #max dillon #flint marko #octorose #octogoblin #if you squint

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spiderversebigbang · 8 months ago

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Spider-Verse Big Bang 2023 Masterpost

Valley of the Kings

Author: @rainbowtransform || ao3 Artists: @ovytia-art and @zylien

“So, Gym Leader Peter Parker of the Celadon Gym died a few months ago, if you’d recall.” Miles nods his head. He’d seen it all over his feed, and plus it was all over the news.

24-year-old Peter Parker dies by a heart attack, survived by a grieving widow, their pokémon, and the people of his city. Or: Miles is appointed to be a gym leader of Gym Leader Parker’s death. Unfortunately for him, nobody thinks he can do it least of all Miles himself. At least, until he finds a mysterious note saying that Gym Leader Parker’s death might not be an accident.

Wordcount: 14,356 || Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply Character(s): Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen, Peter Benjamin Parker | Spider-Man Noir, Peter B. Parker (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse), Peni Parker (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse), Peter Porker, Wilson Fisk Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Team as Family, Alternate Universe - Pokemon Fusion, Animal Cruelty (mentioned), Miles Morales Needs a Hug, Spiderverse Big Bang, Fluff and Angst, Mystery, Peter Parker does still die in this guys sorry

Overture

Author: @the-real-pocket-egg || ao3 Artists: @jo-v-ie and @hootdraws

Wordcount: 13,835 || Rating: Teen

Archive Warning(s): Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing(s): Otto Octavius/Rosalie Octavius Character(s): Otto Octavius, Rosalie Octavius, Norman Osborn, Curt Connors, Peter Parker, Aunt May Parker, Max Dillon, Flint Marko Tags: Fluff, Angst, First Dates, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - 1980s, Musicals, Theatre, Romance, Memories, Memory Alteration, Headaches & Migraines, Redemption

Demons Within

Author: @loadyron || ao3 Artists: @noiter00123 and @zarthhearth

Peter and Wade's pasts are… complicated. The weight of their experiences brings out fear and sympathy from them both.

Spider-Man numbed his heart and promised to never be in a relationship again, but as he realizes his feelings for Deadpool he finds his past haunts him with agonizing pain. Deadpool while coming across his new love interest, finds himself opening up. But the torture and abuse, all the stuff he had been through would always haunt him.

Follow their love story and watch how both despite being tormented by their traumatic past, heal the wounds in their hearts. Finding comfort as they develop a strong emotional bond

Wordcount: 18453 || Rating: Mature

Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing(s): Peter Parker/Wade Wilson Character(s): Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Weasel Tags: Canon Compliant, Andrew Garfield (Peter Parker/Spider-man), Ryan Reynolds (Wade Wilson/Deadpool), Longfic, angst, introspection, miscommunication, humor, love story, falling in love, dating, first kiss, age gap, compassion heals wounds, emotion bound, emotional comfort, sexual tension, poor coping mechanism to trauma, happy ending, Post- Canon, Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home, Post-Movie: Deadpool 2 (2018) and bad language

Sirens (Just Wanna be Good Again)

Author: @sparkstar-trash || ao3 Artists: @mistical52, @kats0wo and Sehrli

When Miles inserts himself into a fight between two villains, the last thing he expects to happen is to lose his powers. With a Brooklyn-wide conspiracy, constant spider missions, and everyday life bearing down on him, Miles cannot handle it all without his spider powers -- especially when he refuses to ask for help from anyone except his Prowler counterpart. That is until he gains Venom Symbiote, and suddenly, his powers seem to be back. But are they really? How will Miles face all his responsibilities without giving in to the devil in disguise whispering on his shoulder?

Wordcount: 48,963 || Rating: Teen

Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply Character(s): Miles Morales, Miles Morales | Prowler (Marvel Earth-42), Ganke Lee, Hobie Brown, Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen, Miguel O'Hara, Lyla | LYrate Lifeform Approximation (Earth-928), Peter B. Parker, Pavitr Prabhakar, Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Olivia Octavius, Max Dillion, Michael Morbius Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Miles Morales Needs a Hug, Miles Morales-centric, BAMF Miles Morales, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Villain Character Death, Cancer, Possessive Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Loss of Powers, Post-Canon, Miles Morales has the Venom Symbiote

LYLA's Gambit

Author: @thesilentbard || ao3 Artists: @madbunnyarts and @maybetheworldwillburn

“Come on, Miguel. Miles traveled all the way to this dimension just to see you. I think you at least owe him a cup of coffee and some conversation.” Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Fine.” He leveled a deadpan stare at Miles. His next words came out clipped and inhospitable. “A pleasure to see you, Miles.” He gestured woodenly towards the interior. “Won’t you come in? I’ll show you to the kitchen.”

After Spider Society disbands, LYLA decides it's time that Miguel get his life back together. The first step? Reconciling with Miles Morales. Everything after that? Well, LYLA has a plan.

Wordcount: 15,128 || Rating: General

Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing(s): Miguel O'Hara/Original Female Character(s) Character(s): Lyla | LYrate Lifeform Approximation (Earth-928), Miguel O'Hara, Miles Morales, Peter B. Parker (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse), Original Female Character(s) Tags: Slice of Life, Angst and Humor, LYLA-centric, Miguel O'Hara needs a life, Post-Canon, Identity Reveal, Mild Hurt/Comfort, mild romance, POV Third Person, Lyla POV, Speculative Post-BTSV, Spider Society is disbanded, Character Study, overcoming guilt, mending broken relationships, over-reaching AI, Comedy

Breakthrough

Author: Simbeline Artists: @uwuagenda and herefor_reasons

When Spot stepped into the collider, he changed. Miles... well, Miles changed, too. (Inspired by EEAAO, for the Spider Verse Big Bang 2023.)

Wordcount: 20,116 || Rating: Teen

Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply Character(s): Miles Morales, Miles Morales | Prowler (Marvel Earth-42), Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen, Peter B. Parker (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse), Miguel O'Hara, Spot (Spider-Man: Across the Universe), Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Rio Morales, Jefferson Morales (Earth-1610), Jessica Drew, Aaron Davis (Marvel Earth-42) Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Inspired by Everything Everywhere All at Once, (but you don't really need to know anything about EEAAO), Dimension Travel, Time Travel, Identity Reveal, Miles Morales-centric, Movie: Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023), Spiderverse Big Bang 2023, Powerful Miles Morales

Oh, the places you'll go!

Author: @graham-cracker-guillotine || ao3 Artists: @samaspic31 and @englandamericaitaly

Miles landed ungracefully in a heap, smacking into several trash cans and cardboard boxes on the way down. As he straightened up, he inhaled sharply. This wasn’t his New York. Where were the colors? The energy? It was as if someone threw away all the things that made New York what it was and left just the gross, dirty buildings behind. The rooftop access door slammed open, revealing an older man. Graying hair, lines in his face, though his pressed suit seemed to be out of place with the dingy-looking rooftop. Miles realized belatedly that he looked like a police officer - maybe the commissioner? The older man glanced around, taking a long drag of his cigarette. "Fuckin’ Bats,” he muttered, shaking his head. Miles watched, bewildered, as the man turned and simply walked back the way he came. What the hell? ~~ What if the spider that bit 1610-Miles Morales wasn’t actually from Dimension 42? What if it wasn’t from a Spiderverse dimension? What if the universe that the spider came from was less arachnid themed and more… bat themed?

Wordcount: 29,432 || Rating: Teen

Archive Warning(s): Graphic Depictions of Violence Pairing(s): Tim Drake/Miles Morales (preslash) Character(s): Miles Morales, Miguel O'Hara, Peter B. Parker (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse), Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen, Jason Todd, Batfamily Members, Justice League (DCU), Spider society - Character, Harleen Quinzel Tags: Miguel O'Hara Bashing, (collective) Spider Society Bashing, Miles Morales Whump, Glitching (Spiderverse), Panic Attacks, Justice League as Family (DCU), Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Miles Morales Acts Like a Spider, no Gwen Stacy bashing, Miles is very much just rolling with the punches rn, his catchphrase is “yeah okay”, Protective Harleen Quinzel, Minor Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Fake Science, Pre-Movie: Spider-Man: Beyond the Spider-Verse (2024)

The Life We Wish We Had

Author: @tytach and @noiter00123 || ao3 Artist: @the-real-pocket-egg

We all want to live the life we wish we had. Believe me, I have tried. And the harder I tried, the more damage I did." - Miguel O’Hara Ever since having his DNA spliced with a spider’s, Miguel’s personal life has become a mess. A hidden identity, troublesome mutations, and increasingly frequent bouts of anger tear at his sanity daily. So when his ex-fiancée gets sucked into another dimension, well — that’s just one more act to the shit show, isn't it? ...or so he thought. As it turns out, getting stranded in a new world with her and the ever-annoying Peter B. Parker might be exactly what he needs to turn his life around. A story exploring the trauma behind Miguel’s behavior and convictions in Across the Spiderverse.

Wordcount: 33,365 || Rating: Mature

Archive Warning(s): Major Character Death Pairing(s): Miguel O'Hara/Dana D'Angelo, Peter B. Parker/Mary Jane Watson Character(s): Miguel O’Hara, Dana D’Angelo, Peter B. Parker, Lyla, Jordan Boone, Mary-Jane Watson, Doctor Octopus, Gabriel O’Hara Tags: Pre-Canon, Character Study, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Tone shift, Pregnancy, Child Loss, Bridging the comics and movie lore gap, Identity Reveal, Mending relationship, No Smut, Multiple POVs, Unreliable Narrators, Brutal ending, Mention of blood and injuries

Germfree Adolescence

Author: @kubostrrrngs || ao3 Artist: khansarah

Gwen convinces Miles to join a band with the rest of their friends. Turns out it's a great choice. A small series on Miles' life with his bandmates.

Wordcount: 16,286 || Rating: Teen

Archive Warning(s): Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Pairing(s): Miles Morales/Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar/Gayatri Singh Character(s): Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Margo Kess, Gayatri Singh, Peter B Parker, Rio Morales, Jefferson Morales Tags: Alternate Universe - no powers, Alternate universe - rock band, Miles Morales-centric, No angst, Platonic relationships, Babysitting, Trans Gwen Stacy, Very minor though, Teenage dorks, First dates, Dorks in love, First relationship, Sweet Pavitr Prabhakar, Fluff and humour, Attempt at humour, No plot/plotless, Just vibes, McDonald's, Grocery store, Food as a metaphor for love, Concerts, Adorable Mayday Parker, Minor Peter B Parker/Mary Jane Watson, Hobie Brown is a little shit, Miles Morales is trying his best, Gwen Stacy is bad at feelings, She's doing better, Good friend Pavitr Prabhakar, Margo Kess is a good friend, This should already be a tag, Big bang challenge, Anthology, Artist Miles Morales, Drummer Gwen Stacy, Underage drinking

#spiderverse big bang #spiderverse big bang 2023 #svbb2023 #spiderverse

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chicaotaku-fanfics · 3 months ago

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There's Three of You?! Pt. 7

Finally! Part 7 and, *drumroll please...* Enter Connor Rhodes, Sarah Reese, and the rest of the Med gang!! I'm so excited!

Let us begin!

Warnings: foul language, might be some medical inconsistencies.

CHAPTER 7

After some months, the new Emergency Department was finally gonna be inaugurated.

While the ED was been remodeled, many new people joined the team, such as our new head nurse Maggie Lockwood, and other doctors, like Dr. Ethan Choi, who specializes in infectious diseases, Dr. Natalie Manning, a pediatrician… she is a good doctor but I personally don’t like her, and many others. And there was also a student doctor, Sarah Reesee, who is just so cute! She seems a bit insecure, but I hope we can get her out of her shell. Meanwhile, some people stayed… and by some people I mean my personal headache: Dr. Zanetti.

And also, we were all sent on a leave while the ED was made… which was good, we had some time off and Will and I were able to catch up after all the time he was away.

Ms. Goodwin asked us all to be on time, wearing our coats and standing outside the doors for the grand reopening. Wearing mine, which had the hospital’s logo and name on the left side, my name stitched on the right with the words “Emergency Medicine” just below it made me proud. My burgundy scrubs matching my brother’s, as well as all of the other doctors.

The media and press where here, as well as the mayor, it was big.

“Thank you. We owe a great debt of gratitude to one man in particular. He championed us, supported us, and happily, along the way, befriended us. Without his help, this incredible new emergency department would never have become a reality. Our Mayor, Rahm Emanuel.” She said, we all cheered for him, he gave us something we were only gonna be able to repay him by giving our patients the best care possible.

“Thank you. On behalf of all the people of the City of Chicago, all the families, all the parents who will be bringing their kids and their family members here in dire need of care, I want to thank you ahead of schedule for what you do every day to making sure that everybody counts in the City of Chicago. Thank you.” said the mayor.

We all again cheered for him. Then with the help of Ms Goodwin they cutted the ribbon, Will and I cheered the loudest, and just as it fell, Will’s pager went off, then mine too, then it was as if a symphony of pagers had started. I looked at Will, he looked at me, then Natalie looked at us, and as we were trying to understand what was happening, the mayor was ushered away and the ED doors opened, Maggie came out calling what could only be my worst nightmare for the first/second-first day at the same hospital.

“CFD Plan 2, mass cas. Multiple trauma patients minutes away. Let's go!” she said.

As one, we all started entering the ED. Will, Ethan and I being some of the first people inside, I had already taken off my coat, looked at them both and they understood, passing me their coats. I opened the door to the doctors lounge, threw the coats on the sofa and went back out. I grabbed a pair of gloves and snapped them on as I was waiting for the patients to arrive.

Some flashbacks from the bomber incident filled my mind for a second. I shook my head to get back to reality, and just in time, because the first patient was rolled in, followed by the rest.

Maggie waved at the sensor at the door for it to open faster.

“What do we have?” she asked the paramedic.

“45-year-old male, left leg amputation.” he answered, I walked up to him, then looked at Maggie.

“Treatment two!” she said, we walked there, got the patient into a bed, but I could still hear the commotion outside.

“Train motorman. GCS 3. BP of 90 by palp.” another paramedic said.

“Maggie, where’re we going?” asked my brother.

“Go to trauma 4.” she answered. After that, I focused on my patient.

I asked for a chest x-ray to make sure my decision to put in a chest tube was right after my initial assessment with my stethoscope, -surprise, it was, had to cut into him to control a big left pressure hemopneumothorax with some shift-, I then secured his airway, -to no one's surprise, he started crashing, his pressure dropped as well as his O2 levels, I had to intubate him, which only took me about 15 seconds, he had a loose jaw which worried me a bit-, then treated the blood loss and sent him up into the OR to try and fix the stump this guy was gonna get after losing his leg.

I took off the gloves I was wearing and grabbed a new pair on my way to the ambulance bay, just then, another patient rolled in… with a guy on top of him performing CPR.

“28-year-old male, crush injuries, severed artery, massive blood loss.” I heard the guy say, I started walking towards him to help.

“Trauma three just opened.” said Maggie.

“Got a tourniquet on his right leg. Tried to intubate but couldn't get his jaw open. He lost his pulse on the ride.” he added. Well that’s not good, not good at all.

“Put him on our monitor and rapid transfuser. Grab 4 units of O-neg, and start with a round of epi.” said my brother.

“Already hit him with the epi times two. Still no pulse. He's in fib.” said the guy again.

“Let's get him in the bay. I got it from here, man.” said my brother, but the guy refused to give up.

“Nope, he's mine.” he said

“Okay, who the hell is this guy?” asked my brother, irritated, I wanted to smack him, but it wouldn’t look professional.

“Says he's a doc.” said one of the paramedics.

“Get off the gurney, Doc. I'm senior resident in this ER.” said my brother, throwing his status around.

“Yeah? Well, I'm your new trauma fellow.” said the raven haired man. Damn! Outranked by the new guy.

“And I’m a junior resident but you don’t see me bragging about it Will. Focus on the patients.” I said, walking into the the trauma bay to assist the guy.

“Dr. Halstead!” I heard Maggie call and I lifted my head, at the same time that Will turned his. This called the attention of the new guy, Maggie pointed to my brother to indicate it was him who she was calling.

Then came in the student doctor, Sarah Reese… she’s kinda cute.

“Hold compressions.” ordered the guy, then cutted a line in the patient’s trachea to be able to stick the tube to ventilate. Then he turned to us. “You are?”

“Sarah Reese, fourth year med student.” said the girl beside me.

“Dr. Lillian Halstead. Junior resident.” I answered

“Can you do a cordis in the groin?” he asked Reesee.

“Mm-hmm.” she answered.

“Get a left femoral in there.” he told her.

“Yes, sir.” she answered, she went and got the kit, started doing the procedure in the slowest pase possible. Even I was getting desperate, I took the disinfectant and squirted a good amount on the area.

“There, you're sterilized.” I said first, I never saw the new doctor was looking at us. “Now stick it.” the new guy and I said at the same time, that surprised me, but I hid it well.

She tried to get the line started, but she couldn’t, she was visibly struggling to get it. Doris, one of the nurses commented on it.

“He's a patient, not a pin cushion.” she said coldly.

“I can't find a vein.” said Reesee, I took over and got the line on my first try, drawing a bit of blood.

“Done.” I said.

“All right. Shock to 120.” he instructed, as the machine was appropriately charged, he gave another instruction. “Clear.” We all stepped back and the patient was shocked.

“No pulse.” Said Doris.

“Again. 200. Clear.” he said again, changing the voltage this time.

We all stay where we are and this second shock manages to restart the patients heart.

“I have a pulse. Sinus tach at 112.” said Doris again, I let out a relieved breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“And...he's back. Get a BP and keep giving him blood. Send a rainbow of tubes and a type and cross. Get his blood gas and get him to the OR.” he instructed, I helped with the handrail on the gurney and the nurses rolled it out of the room, heading straight for the elevators.

I snap my gloves off and out of the corner of my eye see Ms. Goodwin stepping away from the room. I turn to the girl who seemed upset, I place my hand on her shoulder.

“Please don’t take it personally. When you’re in the ED, you gotta be quick. Ok?” I asked her, she just nodded, still a bit down in the dumps, I tried to cheer her up. “Between you and me, I was treated as an errand girl on my first day, getting scolded by a doctor? Seems like nothing in comparison.” she smiled a small smile and stepped out. I smiled too, and then stepped out of the room myself.

I was about to go see if I had another patient, but to my surprise I found Dr. Hotshot on an empty room, without a shirt on, stitching his arm. I grabbed my third pair of gloves of the day and made my presence known to him.

“Dr. Mystery, I thought you could use these.” I said, he only turned his head momentarily to look over his shoulder. Sweet Jesus, if I wasn’t tired of men, he would be THE top of my dating list.

“Thank you.” he said, I smiled at him and then looked down at the needle and thread he was using.

“How'd that happen?” I asked, he kept his attention on what he was doing.

“Must have snagged it on the wreckage.” he said, as if it was an everyday occurrence, again not looking at me.

“You know, we do have a couple of doctors around here.” at that he did turn to look at me and gave me a small smile. “I could hook you up.” I said, teasing smile on my face, pointing to my name stitched into my scrub so he could see the «Dr.» before my name.

“I don't need one, but I could use some help though. Come be my other hand.” he said with a small smile on his face, my smile remained but it changed to a sincere one. I took a step closer to him and was finally able to notice the technique in his stitching so far.

“Oh, nice. You closed that like a plastic surgeon. Where'd you pick that up?” I asked, curious he looked at me quickly and gave another small smile, before focusing on his arm again.

“Riyadh. Spent a year there after my residency. Saudis paid me well not to leave unsightly scars.” he explained, giving me another quick glance, I was honestly impressed. Then his tone changed into a questiouning one, “Could you pinch those two sides together?” I did, but he kept his attention on what he was doing.

“What about a tetanus shot?” I recomended, taking in consideration that we didn’t know what he nicked himself with.

“No, I am current, Dr. Lillian… Lillian Halstead.” he said, after reading my name, I figured that when I introduced myself earlier his mind wasn’t on my name, but on the patient he was treating, I smiled at him again.

He looked at me with those, oh so, blue eyes of his, and I wanted to melt. Sweet Mother of God! This man is HANDSOME.

“English? Irish?” he asked, curiosity clear in his eyes.

“Irish ascendance actually, my great-times-something grandparents were Irish immigrants who came here with the, now famous, «American Dream», but I was born and raised here in Chicago, Canaryville to be exact, you?”

“Chicago too. Born and bred as well. Been away for a while.” he said, I became curious, haven’t heard his name yet and still I’m learning a lot about this guy.

“Welcome home then.” I said, the smile still on my face. His smile was enough answer for me.

I left the room and went into the doctors lounge, grabbed my coat from the couch and hanged it in the space under my locker, which was right beside my brother’s. Just then I noticed my brother, sitting at one of the computers, a coffee mug near him, looking lost as Hell.

“Well, there's something I don't often see: Will Halstead looking stumped.” I said to tease him. He sighed.

“Why is it that brain injuries are never like you read in the textbooks?” he asked while getting up, grabbing the mug and serving himself another cup of coffee, I shrugged and nodded him to go on.

“My pregnant TBI patient, bilateral contusions. She was a GCS 3. And now, all of a sudden, she's exhibiting movement, and she's improved to a 6.” he said.

“Well, color me impressed. That’s the first time I hear something like that, but that’s good, right?” I asked him, he shrugged.

“Yeah. The baby's parents will be happy.” he said, a bit irritated, I looked at him questioningly. “Oh, she's a-- she's a surrogate.” he added.

“Oh. Wow.” I said, knowing what that meant, and knowing my brother knew I had understood his position.

“Yeah.” he said, I sat on the sofa and he was on the table. As soon as my butt hit the cushions I let out a tired groan.

“You meet the new guy yet?” I asked Will, then facepalmed myself because, yes he has, I nearly bit this idiot’s head off for snapping at him in the ED.

“You could say that… you were there! Likes to throw his weight around. I don't know, strikes me as a little arrogant.” he said, I gave him my signature «are you kidding me» look at that statement.

“Takes one to know one” I whispered to myself, but being the only ones in the lounge, it was perfectly clear for my brother, he looked at me with a confused and surprised smile.

“What’s that supposed to mean young lady? I’m not arrogant” he said, I couldn’t hold it in and I started laughing, he looked at me and chuckled.

“Hey, I am not arrogant.” he repeated, I snorted again.

“No, no, no, no, no, of course you’re not, you just happen to know more than anybody else.” I said, then stood up and left, but had to hold the door open for little Ms. Natalie Manning.

“Dr. Manning.” I said as a greeting, she looked at me and gave the fakest sweetest smile I have ever seen.

“Hey Lilly.” she said with that awfully sweet tone, as soon as she was inside the lounge, my brother’s attitude changed entirely, I wanted to gag. So I just let the door fall close and went on my merry way around the ED to see who else I could help.

I witnessed April calling Dr. Mystery away to meet with the relative of the patient he treated, Jorge Melendez, -as I had learned his name-, and was yet again surprised by this new doctor who spoke Spanish fluently. I walked over to Maggie and April with a shocked look on my face.

“He speaks Spanish?” asked Maggie in a whisper, I let out a little chuckle, -the one Will swears makes me look/sound exactly like Jay, but won’t admit he makes it too-, then bit my lower lip. That made both nurses look at me.

“If I wasn’t swinging for women right now, I would definitely date him.” I said as if it was nothing, that made both Maggie and April look at me with even more shock on their faces.

“Wait, you’re…” but April’s question was cutted short with the arrival of a very familiar person’s voice.

“But to me, you're as fair as you were, Maggie. When you and I were young.” Hermann sang as he placed a container on top of the desk.

“Hey, Herrmann.” the three of us answered, one after the other, he smiled at us.

“You boys hanging in there?” asked Maggie, being the total mother hen I’ve learned she is.

“Well, you know, it's a train wreck.” he said, I wanted to laugh but knew it wasn’t the time.

“Hm.” was Maggie’s answer.

“You?” he asked, being the sweetheart that he is.

“Same.” Maggie again answered.

“Is that from the crash site?” I asked, pointing slightly towards the container.

“Yeah, it's the first load.” he said, looking at me, then looking back at the container. “Cell phones, shoes, wallets, purses.”

“Thank you.” I said, smiling a sincere smile at him.

“You're welcome.” he smiled back, he started leaving until he called me again. “Hey kiddo.” I turned to look at him. “Good to see you.” he said, I smiled at him again.

I let Maggie open the container and took the first bag that came out to inspect it, trying to find something to identify the owner. We looked at each other in slight shock when we discovered she had pulled Jorge’s bag. I gave Maggie the honor of delivering the bag and its contents to Marina, -the woman who I had learned was Jorge’s girlfriend-, and then went into the doctors lounge again, this time to update some charts on my amputee patient.

Then came in Will, for another cup of coffee. I was about to make a comment about it and how a lot of coffee wasn’t really good for his health, but the new guy entered the room, dressed in his scrubs, looking hot as hell, but with a tired/irritated expression on his face.

I was then witness to the stupidest argument ever.

“Your comatose guy… seems like you'd want to put him on the hypothermic protocol and protect his brain.” said Will, then he placed the rim of his cup to his lips and took sip from it, I thought it would be a good idea, but I had seen the medical history of the guy, it wouldn’t work, poor Jamie had been through Hell and back.

“Well, I just gave him 20 units of blood. His pH is only 7.2, and he's too cold to make a clot, so I didn't see how the hypothermic protocol would help him.” the new doctor said while putting on his coat, I noticed the name on it and became genuinely surprised.

“Hey, you're the fellow. I'm just a resident.” said my brother, and I honestly wanted to strangle Will.

The new guy went to the little coffee bar, grabbed a mug and served himself some coffee, I considered getting my own second dose of caffeine for the day, but just then, my brother decided to open his mouth again.

Will… watch what comes out of your mouth next, if not, I’ll be the one having to resuscitate you after I kill you.

“Heard you're local. Me, too. Where'd you grow up?” he asked, the new doc, Dr. Rhodes, looked like he was gonna strangle my brother before me if he didn’t shut up.

“Lake Shore Drive.” I was impressed, getting those details made me realize who exactly was Dr. Rhodes, but decided to keep my mouth shut, if he hadn’t said anything yet, it was for a reason.

Will let out an impressed whistle before answering “Nice. Well, I doubt we have any friends in common.” Dr. Rhodes looked at my brother with a «try me» kind of expression. “Canaryville.” my brother added next.

“Oh.” said Dr. Rhodes, just then he noticed me, but I made the universal sign for silence and pleaded with my eyes for him not to say anything.

“Where'd you go to med school? Johns Hopkins? Stanford?” Will asked, and AGAIN I wanted to strangle him.

“No. I went to UAG.” Rhodes said, I was impressed. Like I said before, I was learning more about him by the minute.

“Where's that?” asked Will. That’s when I decided to make my presence known.

“Guadalajara.” both Rhodes and I said, Will, honest to God, jumped when he heard me.

“Didn't see that coming.” he said. “Nor saw you in here.” he said to me, like it was an afterthought. Just then his phone got a notification, he pulled it out, looked at it and excused himself, grabbing his coat on his way out. “Got to go.”

I let out a long breath, covering my face with my hands, I heard Dr. Rhodes move, and I assumed he turned to look at me. I dragged my hands down my face, not caring about my make up, I was gonna end up redoing it by the end of the day anyway.

“Please ignore my brother. I’m pretty sure he knocked his head somewhere along the line when he was a kid.” I said, finally looking at my new colleague, he let out a small snort.

“So… the red knucklehead is your brother, Dr. Halstead?” he asked with a bit of a teasing tone, a very huge difference compared to his earlier mood.

“Lilly, enough with hearing 'Dr. Halstead' outside and having to ask if it’s me or Will Maggie’s calling for.” I said, he smiled at me, seeing as I wasn’t judging him on the first try.

“Connor. Pleasure to meet you Lilly. Thanks for your help earlier, and also, I’m sorry. I realized that I never introduced myself, properly, to you, so… Connor Rhodes, trauma surgeon.” he said, offering me his hand to shake, I took it and gave it a firm squeeze and shake.

“Pleasure. Again, I’m sorry about my idiot of a brother, he dismisses his brain-mouth filter sometimes.” I said. Connor chuckled at that, then kept a small smile on his face.

“Well, as long as you don’t dismiss that filter, we’ll be fine.” I smiled at him.

“Oh believe me, my personality is more Jay than Will… but I do have my moments.” he seemed confused for a second, then I remember that I mentioned Jay. “Jay’s my older brother.” I said, he looked surprised.

“So there’s three of you? Wow, you must be Chicago’s worst nightmare.” he said, a teasing glint to his eyes, I let out my patented Halstead Chuckle®.

“Only for bad guys and diseases.” I said, he again looked confused. “ Will and I are doctors, Jay’s a detective with the CPD’s Intelligence Unit.” I explained, now Connor was the one who let out an impressed whistle.

“Didn’t see that one coming.” he said, I smiled at him and offered my fist to him. He understood and bumped it. “Thanks Lilly, I really needed that.” he added. I again smiled and went on to check on my amputee patient in the ICU.

Finally!! Up to speed with AO3, which, by the way, if you want to go and leave some kudos there, feel free to do so, I'll post the link later.

Thanks again for giving this story a go and putting up with my craziness and shenanigans.

Love you all a lot, see you soon!

#fanfic #one chicago #oc #halstead sister #will halstead #jay halstead #connor rhodes #sarah reese #maggie lockwood #halstead brothers

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science-lover33 · 1 year ago

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Neurophysiological Symphony: Decoding the Intricacies of Neuronal Action Potentials 🧠⚡️

Salutations, Tumblr scholars! 🎓 Prepare for a cerebral voyage as we delve into the profound intricacies of neuronal communication, spotlighting the ethereal ballet of action potentials! 🌌💫

Introduction:

Neurons, the virtuosos of our nervous system, engage in a sophisticated dialogue facilitated by the nuanced choreography of action potentials. Let us dissect this neurophysiological marvel with precision and finesse. 📚✨

1. The Prelude - Axon Hillock Overture:

Initiation unfolds at the axon hillock, a nexus of decision-making. Voltage-gated sodium channels undergo conformational changes, inducing an influx of sodium ions, thus instigating the critical decision to fire—an orchestration known as the initiation phase. ⚙️⚠️

2. Act I - Depolarization Crescendo:

The ensuing depolarization phase witnesses a surge in membrane voltage, orchestrated by the influx of positively charged sodium ions. This dynamic spectacle disrupts the membrane's resting potential, marking the commencement of the neuronal conversation with unparalleled fervor. 📈🎻

3. Act II - Repolarization Sonata:

Voltage-gated potassium channels, in a harmonious interlude, activate, allowing potassium efflux. Repolarization unfolds gracefully, reinstating the neuron's electrical equilibrium. The meticulous choreography readies the neuron for subsequent engagements. 🚪💨🔄

4. Act III - Hyperpolarization Cadence:

A brief hyperpolarization, an encore of sorts, ensues as potassium efflux persists, momentarily exaggerating the negative membrane potential. This nuanced cadence serves as a poetic pause before the neural narrative resumes. ⬇️🎭

5. Epilogue - Sodium-Potassium Pump Ballet:

In the epilogue, the sodium-potassium pumps elegantly perform their backstage ballet. Sodium is actively extruded, while potassium is ushered back onto the stage, meticulously restoring the resting membrane potential. A harmonious reset concludes this neurophysiological masterpiece. 🔄🔧

Embark on this odyssey through the synaptical intricacies! 🚀🔬

References:

1. Kandel, E. R., Schwartz, J. H., & Jessell, T. M. (2013). Principles of Neural Science.

2. Purves, D., Augustine, G. J., Fitzpatrick, D., et al. (2018). Neuroscience.

3. Bear, M. F., Connors, B. W., & Paradiso, M. A. (2016). Neuroscience: Exploring the Brain.

#science #biology #college #education #school #student #medicine #doctors #health #healthcare #neurobiology #neurology #neurophysiology

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nesnejwritings · 1 year ago

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injured ( miguel o'hara )

Miguel O’Hara x SpiderPerson!Reader

summary - when he gets hurt

a/n - there is no use of y/n in this oneshot, reader is gender neutral as far as i'm aware but please let me know if there is any gendered pronouns in this. my spanish is weak as i wasn't raised to speak it due to multiple reasons but can understand some.

word count - 1,678

It was supposed to be an easy mission, catch the anomaly and go home. But when is it ever easy, really? You had received an alert on the watch from LYLA to meet Miguel in his office for a debriefing of the mission, an easy in-and-out type of mission. It didn’t turn out that way, not by a long shot.

The anomaly was a rogue Curt Connors, known as the Lizard, he was never supposed to be as powerful as he was but variants are unpredictable and both of you should’ve seen it coming. Curt Connors had breached E-928 sometime after midnight, he had hidden himself in an abandoned building that still had some construction necessities left over. Miguel had taken the lead in the fight against Connors while you followed shortly behind him.

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You and Miguel work fluidly together, like notes of a symphony, switching sides to sling webbing over the larger-than-average Lizard as he slashed his sharp talons at the two of you violently and hissed wildly. Miguel takes the lead and wraps his neon scarlet webbing around the Lizard’s arms and shoulders, he planted his feet firmly on the concrete floor below his towering frame and dug his heels in as he tugged on the webbing harshly. You quickly wrap your own set of webbing around the Lizard to do the same as Miguel to hold the humanoid reptile still, just as you planted your feet a tale violently whips out and slams into your side which sends you flying across the open room your in.

You cry out harshly as the hit knocks the air from your lungs and your body slams against the harsh material of the concrete floor, landing in a heap as you attempt to catch your breath. You slowly push yourself onto your hands and knees as you heave, your lungs suck in as much air as they’re capable as the sounds of fighting continue in the background of your ringing ears. You lift your head up and watch as Miguel is thrown into a pile of construction material, your ears catch his cry of pain and your senses are pushed into high alert.

“Miguel!”, Your voice carries across the empty space with desperation filling your tone, you see the Lizard launch himself onto Miguel’s downed figure as you sprint forward. You throw yourself onto the Lizard’s back from behind just as he claws into Miguel’s chest, your arms reaching forward to wrap around the giant reptile’s broad neck. You hold your hands out and shoot webs towards his wrists quickly and yank them harshly backward to web them against his scaly chest. Miguel remains on the ground which sends a spike through your body at the prospect that he’s injured enough to stay down, you shake the thought from your mind to concentrate on taking down the Lizard who had begun to wildly thrash around in your grip.

You see a faint orange light coming from behind you and the sound of a portal opening, a motorcycle revs loudly as it emerges from the glowing dimensional portal. You glance out of the corner of your eye to see Jessica Drew landing a few feet away on the seat of her motorcycle, the engine roaring as the sound cuts through the nighttime air. A red net-like material is sent flying through the air from Jessica so you quickly jump away from the green reptilian quickly as the red net attaches to him and traps him within it. Your attention is brought back over to Miguel’s barely moving form, you feel a sharp pang in your chest as your body lurches forward as you sprint towards him.

“Miguel!”, You shout out as you fall to your knees beside him, you can see blood had started to puddle beside his body and see the sharp end of a large section of rebar through his side just below his ribcage along with the gashes across his chest from the set of claws that had slashed at him. Your hands press around the wound carefully and hear a whine come from the man before you, you quickly shush him softly as you think of how to get him transported back to HQ. Miguel’s hands envelop your own as your fingertips prod around the wounds on his side, his stubbornness seems to cloud his mind as he pushes your hands away and forces himself to lift off of the rebar that was attached to the concrete floor despite your hurried protests. Your hands reach out to wrap around his waist carefully but ready to hold him up in case he fell, he forces himself to stay on his feet but is only able to walk forward a few steps before falling to one knee. You quickly grab his arm and wrap it around your shoulders as you tell him reassuring whispers, your heart squeezes in your chest painfully as you worry over him.

Your hand presses firmly onto the deep wound the rebar had created as you support most of his weight due to your spider physiology, you open up a new portal directly into the med bay and lead him into it. As soon as his feet touch the smooth tile of the spider med bay, he collapses onto his front and pulls you down with him although you’re able to catch yourself with your hands. Your hands make quick work of turning him over onto his back and pressing into the wound as the shock from the med team wore off and they charged forward to assist. You’re gently shoved away from Miguel and watch as they lift him onto a gurney to wheel him into the back area where they could treat his wounds.

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Your hand clutches his as you sit at Miguel’s bedside, they had to remove some debris from his side leftover from the rebar and clean up the deep gashes on his chest. Your eyes stare into the side of his peaceful face as he remained asleep, you knew his wounds shouldn’t take too long to heal but you couldn’t help but worry. You loved him but couldn’t find the courage to tell him just yet, this incident had scared you deeply and you had decided that you should tell him soon. You begged in your mind for him to open up those reddish brown eyes you love so much, you hated to see him this way as it was rare for Miguel to get hurt while on a mission due to him always being so careful. You had refused to leave his side since he was placed in his current room, your suit was still covered in blood as well as your hands although the thick red substance had long dried.

You had just laid your head down against the bed near his hand and your eyelids had just begun to close when you heard a soft groan come from above you, your head instantly snapped up to look at the hulk of a man whose eyes had begun to flutter open from his unconsciousness state. His name falls off your tongue in a whisper as shock fills your senses, you hadn’t expected him to wake up so soon and thought he would’ve slept long into the next day maybe two. Your hands shake as they clutch his, waiting for his senses to stabilize and for him to look at you. When his eyes finally meet yours, tears gather in your own e/c eyes when you fully realize he is awake and you weren’t just imagining it.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”, You manage to ask through your relieved tears, you quickly reach up and wipe your cheek with your wrist. Miguel stares at your hands for a moment and a grimace appears on his lips, his eyes flick back to yours swiftly,

“I’m fine.”, Miguel spoke, an obvious lie due to his stubborn nature. You sigh softly as you look down at your joined hands,

“You don’t have to lie to me, Mig.”, You mumble softly, loud enough for him to hear you but low enough so the medics can’t hear your conversation. You look back up at him and see an emotion that you’re unable to read in his eyes, you don’t know whether to be concerned or scared. You aren’t given the chance to respond as Miguel tugs on your hand and you stumble into his chest with a soft ‘oof’ escaping from your mouth, you feel his hands grip onto you tightly as he presses you into his mostly healed chest. You relax after a moment and press your face into the crook of his neck as you inhale softly, his scent relaxing your senses slowly as you remain in this embrace. After several silent moments, you pull away from him slowly but only just far enough to look at his face.

Your hand reaches up and her palm presses against his cheek softly, your thumb caressing over his cheekbone slowly, “I thought I lost you, Mig, don’t do that again.”, You whisper halfheartedly to him, you watch as his lips form a half smile at your words.

“I’ll try harder next time, cariño.”, Miguel whispers, there’s a passing moment as your eyes meet in an intense gaze. There’s a soft message that gets passed between you before there is a pair of soft lips brushing against your own, your mind freezes instantly as thoughts race through your mind and as you feel him pull away, you wrap your hand around the back of his neck and pull him closer. Your lips move slowly together and harmoniously, your emotions spilling into this moment all at once and expressing themselves with each movement of your lips. After a moment, you pull away to pull air into your lungs but press your forehead against his gently, your hand moves from his neck to his cheek instead. This moment burns itself in your mind where it’ll stay for as long as you live and breathe.

thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed this oneshot

#miguel o'hara #marvel #across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #spider man 2099 #x reader #spider!reader

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