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aaronofithaca05 · 10 months ago
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If you see changes in the blog composition or colour, don´t worry!
i´m making sure everything stays cohesive >:D
This is the colour pallette I´m aiming for:
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As for anyone that has talked with me I love the sea to an obsessive level and I want this blog to reflect that so I´m going with my altered nautical theme, where I´m from the nautical palette is: black, white, blue and red, but as I want a more playful one i choose a blue closer to the blue of the Mediterranean and the red I changed towards orange and the intermediary cream (as yellow is to strong).
Though green in one of my favourites colours is way to difficult to pair with this palette.
In 10 min all send a screenshot of the blog!
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the blog in green (where the archive is) will still be the same as I adore that image. (or maybe I´ll tweak the colours, who knows?)
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thornilee013 · 1 year ago
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Silly Little Jean Moreau Fic
"Formally" known as Suncatchers and Golden Hours on Archive of Our Own. After ten long years of living under the Moriyamas, Jean Moreau is free. Unfortunately, this also means that he has to adjust to life outside the Nest and reacquaint himself with independence, dreams, sunlight, and trust. But this time he won’t be alone. Chapters: 6/? Link to the full fic
([ ] indicate different branches of the story that I was working on at any given moment)
***Masterpost last updated: September 28th, 2024***
Snippets: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 [12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17] 18, 19, 20, 21, [22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37]
[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8]
A Haunting: [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11]
Definite spoiler: 1
Why you should read it: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
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softestqueeen · 18 days ago
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prompt 23 "Can I sleep in your room tonight? Is that a weird thing to ask?" for Penelope Garcia x fem!reader?
congrats on 500!! <3
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a/n: thank you sm for requesting something! i had a lot of fun writing this (even though i'm not happy with the aprupt end) and i'm so glad to finally have written someting with garcia, because she is honestly such an underated character! she also looks so insanely pretty in this gif. but anyways, enjoy <3 warnings: mentioning of fictional case, just fluff I 1167 words pairing: penelope garcia x fem!reader special prompts I special masterlist
There were only very few instances where Penelope Garcia had to leave her Badcave and travel with her fellow colleagues of the BAU.
This time, the unit chief Aaron Hotchner, thought her expectise could be very helpful on sire, so here she was in Detrot, Michigan.
No matter how much she loved her colleagues, who were more her family than anything, she really didn't like the gruesome details and crime scene pictures. But unfortunately, being on site meant being way too close to these crazy sickos than she'd like.
This case was especially gruesome, the lifeless bodies of young women turning up almost daily, intricate online puzzles forums demanding every waking moment of Penelope's mind. The murderer(s) left the clues to these sites on his crime scnes, which meant Garcia wasn't just in the precinct with them, but had to go to the actual crime scenes.
Until now it was easy for the technical analyst to distance herself from the crimes, shenanigans with Morgan and cute baby animal videos serving as the perfect distraction for the gruesome murders.
The last victim though, hit a little too close to home.
When Garcia arrived at the crime scene with you, her best friend whom she also has a very big crush on, she could already feel the weird energy. The flat in which the victim would have been quite nice, if it weren't for the blood covering almost every surface of the living room.
But what really shook Penelope to her very core, was how much the victim looked like you. Similar hair colour, length, features and even the dress she was wearing could have been easily taken out of your wardrobe.
The technical analyst couldn't bare to stay for long, taking the nessecary evidence and quickly excusing herself to get some fresh air. She waited outside until you were done surveying the rest of the scene.
The moment your best friend hastily excused herself from the scene, you knew something was wrong. You knew this was hard for her, but this scene seemed to be very personal for her. Trying to wrap things up as fast as possible, you quickly joined Garcia again and the two of you wenr back to the station.
Not too long after you went back, Hotch told you all to get back to the hotel and get some rest.
Penelope was glad that she could finally get some rest and didn't have to look at the pictures of a woman that looked so much like you. Since seeing a more normal picture of the last victim, she realised that all of the past victims had similar traits to you.
The first victim had the same haircut, later a victim had the same nose and one even had the same first name. Oh boy, she did not like that.
When she got to her room, she took a shower, put on her comfiest pyjamas and tried to go to sleep. But she just couldn't. Everytime she closed her eyes it wasn't just anyone being brutally stabbed to death, it was you.
So, she decided to calm her mind by going to your room m and check up on you. Just a little hello and a quick hey, are you still alive or have you been stabbed? no? great, then have a good night and then she would be on her way again. Right, that's what she would do.
Garcia got up, put on her fluffy slipper and went to your room. Before knocking, she hesitated. Were you already asleep? Were you curently showering? But she also knew that she had to see you or she wouldn't be able to sleep.
What she failed to think about was that she was wearing her pyjamas and so would you. So, when you opened the door in short shorts and a tight tank top with no bra, Penelope was momentarily speechless.
“Oh, hey Garcia. Is everything all right?” Your question was justified after she had been weird after seeing the last crime scene.
“Oh- um hey, so yes- uhm no? Actually, I’m not alright could I come in?” Garcia quickly snapped out of it, her voice getting more quiet though with her last sentence.
“Yes, of course. You know you can always talk to me about anything, you know that.” You opened the door for your best friend and sat down on your bed, gesturing for her to do the same.
“Can I sleep in your room tonight? Is that a weird thing to ask? Oh no, I think it is, forget I said anything.” Penelope hadn’t even panned to say this, but in this moment, she realised that this was the only thing that would ultimately bring her any comfort.
“Garcia, that is not weird at all. Of course you can sleep in my room, like a sleepover.” You were glad that she wasn’t looking at you in that moment, because just thinking about sharing a bed with your crush (who was unfortunately also your best friend) brought a blush to your cheeks.
“You know you don’t have to talk about what’s on your mind, but just know, you don’t have to be embarrassed about anything, okay?” you told her with a gentle voice before putting your hand on her shoulder and rubbing comforting circles on into her skin.
Not wanting to pressure her into talking, you suggest laying down pulling the comforter back for Garcia and slipping under the covers next to her. Before you laid down though, you put on the bedside lamps and turned off the big light, creating a cozy atmosphere.
Once you’ve both settled in, Garcia admitted with a small voice. “They look like you.”
“Who?”
“The victims. When we went into this apartment today, I didn’t just see a dead woman, but I saw you. And since then, I realised that a lot of them have similar traits to you. I can’t stop thinking about you laying there with stab wounds all over you. I cannot lose you.”
Her voice was oh so soft and by the end a few tears had escaped her eyes. You lean over to her and cup her cheeks, wiping away her tears.
“Oh, Garcia, but I’m here. Nothing has happened, I’m alive and well. I didn’t realise seeing that crime scene made you so upset, even though I realised that something was off. I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“It’s fine, I think. I already feel a bit better, even though I’m crying at the moment. I’m just sick of seeing all those sickos doing this disgusting stuff to women who look like you.”
You knew in that moment, that what your best friend needed the most at the moment, was reassurance, not just verbally. So, you scooted closer to her and pulled her in for a big hug, which Garcia immediately responded to, wrapping her arms around you.
“I’m here for you, always.”
That night, Penelope could comfortably fall asleep without worries.
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cloudlessly-light · 1 month ago
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Hi!!!!
I had an idea for a fill, let me know what you think of it!
So Penelope finds an old picture of Hotch when he was young (like in Love and Human Remains with longer hair) and she pulls the picture out to JJ and Emily at a girls' night and Emily has a flashback to that time when she first met Hotch when he was having his first mission at her house 👀👀👀 her best-kept secret being that they did shenanigans (I guess Haley doesn't exist in this universe 'cuz I can't imagine Hotch cheating lol)
Anyway, I'm just giving up this idea of context for filth material if you ever need one LOL as a way for past filth or BAU filth, anything you feel like it 🩷
Title: Best hidden secrets Summary: Nobody knew about that summer all those years ago, in fact most of the time Emily could pretend that the summer fling she had when she was 21 was nothing but a dream. But then Garcia finds a picture of a young Aaron Hotchner, and it all comes back to her. Word count: 4,1k   Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, consumption of alcohol,Young Hotchniss
Girl’s nights always ended up in one out of two ways, either they would end up drunk in heaps of laughter, or they would get called in and it would end their night abruptly. Tonight it was the former, Emily and JJ sitting in Penelope’s apartment as they opened a third bottle of wine.
“Sometimes I get so tired being stuck with Morgan.” Emily complains as she empties her glass and Penelope immediately refills it. “I know we’re in a male dominated field, but one more woman wouldn’t hurt.” She turns to JJ who’s sitting in front of her on a pink plush chair, her eyes unfocused. “Or you could train to become a profiler!” Her accusatory tone causes Penelope to snort.
“God no, never.” The blonde chuckles at the way she frowns at her. “Don’t get me wrong I admire what you guys do, I always will. But I like being the liaison, the link between the team and the rest of the world.” She ignores when Emily rolls her eyes dramatically at her words, not taking offence to the other woman and instead grinned winningly at her.
“Besides, the guys aren’t so bad.” Penelope chimes in as she pours herself a glass that’s close to overfilling. “We’re going to need more wine.” She mutters to herself, earning nods from the other two women.
“The testosterone is too much sometimes.” Emily grunts. It had been a long day, one of those days when she wasn’t taken seriously by the locals but the moment any of the men of their team said something, everybody stood at attention. It was annoying, always having to fight for the respect she deserved when her male coworkers never had to do the same.
“On a positive note though, they’re all pretty easy on the eyes.” JJ smirks, half slouched on the armchair.
“Even Rossi?” She teased and Penelope’s mouth dropped open in exaggerated chock.
“Stop he’s like our dad!” She shakes her head as if she’s trying to rid herself of mental images.
“But even you have to admit that when he was younger he was handsome!” JJ argues as she flings herself from her slouching position to stare the other two women down, daring them to disagree.
“Oh speaking of handsome when younger!” Penelope all but flies up from the couch and runs to grab her laptop across the room. “You won’t believe what I found!” By the time she comes back JJ and Emily are both seated on the couch, the latter reaching to empty the bottle of wine in their glasses.
“We definitely need more wine.” JJ slurs as she reaches for her glass and Emily nods along.
“Later, you have to see this!” Penelope types quickly on her laptop until she finds what she’s looking for and then puts the computer in front of her friends, showing them the screen. “You can barely even recognize him!”
For a few moments it’s silent, two pairs of eyes glued to the screen and then JJ moves forward, inspecting the picture on Aaron Hotchner in his late 20’s standing next to a man she doesn’t recognize in a suit.
“Is that Hotch?!” She squints her eyes while Emily feels a smirk tug at the corner of her mouth. “He looks so young! Look at his hair!”
“That can’t be him right?!”
“He’s so pretty!”
Their voices fade away as she feels herself thinking back to memories she had tried her absolute hardest to pretend weren’t real, but it was all coming back to her now.
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“Emily, this is Agent Hotchner.” Elizabeth introduced her to the new agent signed to do security clearances for her mother’s staff.
“Hey.” She extends her hand and tries to be as indifferent as she can be. She was used to this, was used to agents and security being around, following her and her parents day in and day out. It had been like this her entire life, but no one had ever looked like him.
“Nice to meet you, miss.” He shakes it politely, some of his hair falling over his forehead as he does and she finds herself wanting to push it back. He gives her a small smile, but it’s gone just as quickly, just barely showing a hint of dimple before standing back.
“Emily is here until the end of summer before going back to Yale to finish her senior year.” Elizabeth continues, oblivious to the way Emily’s eyes are glued to his face.
“He doesn’t need to know my life story, mother.” The sarcasm drips from her tongue and she catches the way Aaron’s eyebrow arches the tiniest bit, showing his amusement. “But,” She turns back to him. “I’ll be around.” She flashes him a smile before turning to walk back of the stairs towards her room. When she turns around, she catches him still looking at her, dark eyes intrigued.
It doesn’t surprise her that he’s falling into bed with her less than two weeks later. Well technically not bed, considering that he’s currently pressing her against the fridge, but she doesn’t think those details matter. What does matter is how his warm hand is sneaking under her tank and how his tongue is licking into her mouth, chasing her taste.
She had been on a mission for the last couple of weeks, had used every opportunity to flirt with him, not subtle in her desire for this new man in her home. He had been polite, but never once crossing the line of what was appropriate, even though Emily knew he wanted to. She often saw him looking her way, knew that he had found reasons to be around her when he really didn’t need to be. It was fun, a summer flirt, something to distract her from the fact that she was in DC for the summer, when really all she had wanted was to be anywhere else. And when someone as handsome as Aaron Hotchner came knocking, it felt like fate. And really, was she really one to ignore fate?  
So no one could really blame her when she starts showing up in more revealing clothes, or puts a little extra effort when doing her makeup in the morning. She had his attention, that was phase one done.
Phase two was just as easy, she soon found that he got a little nervous around her, sometimes even fumbling for words or a hint of a blush coloring his cheeks. It was fun, having this slightly older man being so affected by her, but he still wouldn’t respond to her advances. It was infuriating, it was exciting.
What she definitely hadn’t counted on however, was that the first time he breaks it would be at 1am in the kitchen. She’s just about to get herself a bottle of water before going to bed and to her surprise he’s there, making himself a sandwich.
“What are you doing here so late?” She grins at the way he jumps at the sound of her voice, it’s the first time she’s caught him off guard.
“I had some work that couldn’t wait until morning.” He turns to face her and he can’t help himself when he slowly lets his eyes drag down her body. She’s wearing a red tank, and possibly the smallest pair of shorts he’s ever seen, showing off her smooth thighs to his wandering eyes. Her long hair is pulled up into a messy bun, showing off her slender neck and collarbone, and he has to physically grab the counter to keep himself from reaching for her.
“And you got hungry?” Her eyebrow arches knowingly at the way he’s staring at her, when his eyes meet hers she smirks.
“I did.” His eyes stay on her as she gets closer to him, seemingly unbothered that she’s standing almost naked in front of him. He really wasn’t surprised. She had been a menace, something forbidden that dripped of sin, dangling in front of him and every day it was getting harder to stay away from her. Once she’s right in front of him, he lets himself take her in, face free of makeup, Emily being fully herself and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more beautiful woman.
“Can I have some?” Her voice lowers slightly, her heart beating wildly in her chest at the way he’s staring at her, something fluttering in her belly as he stands firm. It’s the first time he hasn’t put space between them.
“Of my sandwich?” It’s his turn to arch an eyebrow and she feigns a sigh. When her fingers carefully push some of his hair out of his face he lets her, patiently waiting for what’s coming next.
“What I really want is for you to kiss me, but if a bite of your sandwich is all I get, I guess that’ll have to be enough.” Her eyes stay on his, her chest just barely grazing his when he takes a deep breath and he licks his bottom lip.
“Emily, I work for your mother.” He tries, but he knows he’s fighting a losing battle, that the moment he had laid eyes on her that he would be lost under her spell.
“That’s not a no.” She’s in his personal space, can feel his breath on her face and the warmth of his body and she already feels heat pooling between her thighs. “Is it a no?”
His hand finds its way to the back of her neck, his thumb pressing just under her chin as he pulls her even closer to him as he angles her face up towards his, keeping her in place.
“It should be.” He whispers against her lips, suddenly aware that they’re in the kitchen and that anybody still up could hear them. “Why do I feel like you’ll be my downfall?”
“Would that be so bad?” She doesn’t get a response. Instead he pulls her in and kisses her, kissing her with such ferocity that it makes her gasp into it and he takes advantage of it. His tongue delves into her mouth and a low sound rumbles from his throat at the taste of her. She shivers at the sound, and knows she needs to hear it again.
Her hands push the stupid jacket he’s still wearing off his shoulders, then quickly works on his tie even as he pushes her backwards. Her back collides with the fridge and the cold steel against her heated skin forces a sound close to a whimper to fall from her lips. He doesn’t seem to notice, too busy feeling her soft skin under his palms.
His hand moves under her tank, his large hand pressing into the small of her back to keep her close, like she’d even think about pushing him away. The feel of him was addictive, his cologne invading her senses as the rough stubble on his cheek scratches her fingers as she cups his face. It’s not until he’s picking her up that she stops kissing him, a sound of surprise forcing them apart.
“You’re a menace.” He almost sounds amused, a small grin on his face as he carries her through the kitchen to sit her down on the kitchen island, next to the forgotten sandwich that neither notice falls on the floor.
“I’m not.” She smiles as her heels hook behind him and she pulls him close. When he presses against her she can feel the bulge of him and she grinds her hips with a low moan. His fingers dig into her thigh in return, short nails still managing to leave small crescent indents on her skin. Secretly she hopes the marks would stay, to remember him like this, wanting and free.
“You are.” His hand finds the hair tie she’s used to keep her hair up and with ease gets it out of her hair, liking the way her long hair sweeps across her shoulders. She stays quiet, almost curious as his hand then wraps around her neck again to pull her into a kiss. He doesn’t stop kissing her, lets his hand move over her body until she’s gasping and straining. The feeling of her legs tightening around his hips makes satisfaction run through him, she’s impatient, impatient for him and that thought shots straight to his straining cock. His hand finds the hem of her shirt and he pulls it up slowly, not pulling away from her until he’s tossing the flimsy tank somewhere behind him.
He's driving her insane, his lips and tongue and hands moving with secure movements, their position making it impossible for her to get what she wants and she doesn’t think she could wait much longer. Her fingers work on the buttons of his shirt, but then he sucks one of her nipples between his lips and bites and her head falls back with a groan. The slight sting shoots straight to her clit and as his tongue soothes the bite his hands start to pull on her shorts.
She helps him by lifting her hips and as he pulls both her panties and shorts off her eyes doesn’t leave his. His chest is heaving, his lips kiss swollen and dark hair messy from the way her fingers have run through it. The shirt she still hasn’t managed to get off him shows a hint of soft skin, and as he boxes her in with his arms on either side of her hips, she doesn’t think she’s ever seen a sexier man.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispers and it forces a blush on her cheeks but she doesn’t look away from the brown of his eyes.
“Thank you.” She says as her hand fists the white shirt to pull him even closer. “Now, this whole suit thing is hot and all, but I really need you to take your clothes off.”
He laughs, and it’s the first time she’s heard it. The sound is deep and carefree and she can’t help but to feel proud that she was the reason he sounded like that. She had a feeling that he didn’t laugh often. But the thought is gone as quickly as it came, because he’s unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, lets it fall to the floor and then works on his belt. She stops him, getting the belt undone herself, and the button and zipper of his slacks quickly following. When he finally pushes down his pants and boxers down, the sound that rumbles in her throat is something she’s never heard before, stuck somewhere between relief and need.
She reaches for him, her legs once again hooking around him and her arms come around his neck to catch his lips in another kiss. The smear of him is hot against her belly as he grinds against her and she reaches between them to carefully wrap her fist around him.
“Fuck:” The rawness of his gasp against her lips causes goosebumps on her skin and she strokes him, hoping to hear it again.
“If you keep doing that, this is going to end far quicker than either of us want.” He warns and wraps his own hand around her wrist, stopping her movements. “And I want this to last.”
She doesn’t fight him when he lifts her hand back to his neck, her nails scratching through his hair at the back of it and he hums softly.
“I’ve imagined what you sound like, what you taste like.” He whispers between soft kisses to her cheek, jaw and neck. “I’ve fantasized about what you feel like, longed to have you like this.” By the time he stops speaking he’s looking at her again, his forehead pressed against hers.
“Then what are you waiting for?” She’s whispering too, but then he’s pulling her to the edge of the counter and she lets out a soft chuckle. “Fuck me, Aaron.”
He makes sure she’s ready, pushes the tip of him through her folds and is immediately met by wet heat. The feel of her forces a hiss from him and he grabs her hip with one hand, keeping her still as he slowly pushes forward.
“Jesus.” She sucks in a breath at the stretch of him and her eyes close in pleasure. He’s taking it slow and she finds herself pulling him in closer, needing him to move, needing more.
He’s tethering the edge of self-control already and when she starts to grind her hips against him, any semblance of it flies out the window. His hold on her tightens and he starts to thrust with longer, harder pushes of his hips and she moans loudly in response.
“Can’t be too loud.” He reminds her. The risk of anybody hearing them was low, the kitchen further away in the estate and few people being in the house at this time of night, but it wasn’t zero. So when she moans his name he kisses her to swallow up the sound.
She kisses him back, more teeth and tongue than lips as she digs her nails into his shoulders. The slightly pained hiss lets her know that she’s probably breaking skin, but she doesn’t stop, because he doesn’t. Instead he’s pulling her into each of his thrusts, makes sure that he’s hitting as deep inside of her as possible and she knows that she’ll feel him for days.
“You feel so fucking good.” He gasps against her ear once kissing becomes too hard. “So tight on my cock.”
“Don’t stop.” She pants as sweat starts to cover their bodies as they find a rhythm. Her brown eyes are already heavy lidded as she starts to lose the fight to stay sitting. The wood is hard against her elbows as she leans back but she ignores it in favor of being able to watch him. His jaw clenches as he bites back another groan. His muscles are tense, a bead of sweat is trailing down his neck and his large hands are probably bruising the skin of her hips with his hold.
“Touch yourself.” It’s not a question, it’s not even a request, it’s an order and for some reason unknown to her, her body responds immediately to it. She tightens around him, and he hums in response. “Oh the little ambassadors daughter likes being told what to do huh?”
“No.” She still does what he said, one hand moving between their bodies to find her clit and circling it.
He doesn’t call her out on her blatant lie, instead he focuses on the feel of her, of how she looks laying spread out on the kitchen island, a blush tinting her cheeks and trailing down her chest, her hair wild and messy, dark eyes hooded and hazy from pleasure. The feeling of her slick walls tightening around him makes him groan, the feel of her unlike anything he’s felt before.
“I’m close.” She whimpers as her fingers continue to move over her clit and his hips continue to move against hers, clearly chasing his own pleasure. “Come with me, fuck please come with me.”
“Where?” He barely has enough brain capacity to ask and when her mouth turns into a filthy smirk he already knows.
“I’m on the pill.” The sound that rips from him is her undoing, the heat in the pit of her stomach exploding and her body starts to tense. Her words seem to have set something off in him, and his movements become harder, faster and deeper. She’s biting down on her own fist to keep from screaming as she comes, her center trembling around his cock as her back arches and eyes roll back.
The feeling of her tightening walls, mixed with the way she comes undone for him forces his own orgasm and he comes with a rough groan that he knows is too loud. But he can’t help himself, the pleasure of his release enough to make his legs turn to jelly his brain to short-circuit. He stays pressed deep inside of her as they try to catch their breath.
It’s Emily who breaks the silence first, a laugh leaving her.
“Well, that was fun. Want to do it again?”
He joins in on her laughter before helping her to sit up, only to claim her lips in a kiss.
“Yes I do.”
*
“Hello? Earth to Emily?”
She’s jerked back from her daydream by two blondes staring at her.
“Are you okay?” JJ asks, concern shining in her blue eyes.
“What? Oh yeah I’m fine, sorry I must have spaced out.” She offers a laugh that sounds forced even to her own ears.
“I’d say, I show you a picture of boss man and you completely disappeared.” Penelope’s looks at her curiously. “Something you want to tell us?”
“No, of course not. That would be ridiculous.” She rolls her eyes and reaches for the mostly empty glass on the table and finishes it. “Now, who wants to share their most awkward date, cause I bet that whatever you have, I’ll have you beat.” She arches an eyebrow in amusement when JJ gets up to grab their last bottle of wine and Penelope quickly starts to ramble, both of them seemingly forgetting all about her little moment.
“Oh you won’t believe what happened when I was in high school…”
*
By the time she gets home it’s late and her eyesight is blurry. She kicks off her shoes and stumbles into the living room, somewhat proud of herself that she doesn’t fall. It’s no small miracle that she manages to get undressed and into bed, even going as far as to clean her face of make up before doing so.
“Shit.” She mutters as she looks at her phone, the time reading 4.30am. Tomorrow was going to suck.
She lays back against her soft pillows and tries to sleep, but her intoxicated brain won’t stop thinking about that summer, about him. That time in the kitchen wasn’t the only time, not by a long shot. They had a secret fling for weeks, both of them aware that it wouldn’t lead anywhere, and naturally ending it on good terms when she was going back to Yale. When she had gotten the chance to work for the BAU, she knew he would be her boss, but as she strode into his office a little more than a year earlier he hadn’t mentioned their history. Neither had she.
They pretended that it didn’t happen and most days she could ignore the way her body remembered his touch, could ignore that she knew what he sounded like as he gasped in groaned her name in pleasure. Most days she could ignore that she hadn’t slept with her boss in another life.
Tonight she couldn’t.
She knows she shouldn’t, that it was dumb and risky and everything she didn’t want to be. But with alcohol clouding her judgement she could pretend that it wasn’t the worst idea she could have had. She starts typing, triple checking that there weren’t any spelling mistakes before sending him a text.
Prentiss: Garcia found a picture of you when you were younger. It reminded me of that summer.
She didn’t expect a response, it was too early for him to be up. But then her phone dinged beside her.
Hotch: I take it girls night went well.
She would have rolled her eyes if it wouldn’t make her nauseous. He was always serious, always on the verge of brooding. And fuck her, if it wasn’t something that attracted her. She stares at the text for a few minutes as she debates with herself. The line was barely crossed, this could be chalked up to being drunk and foolish, but if she said what she wanted to say, there was no going back. Her phone dings with another message before she’s made up her mind and when she sees his name on the screen and not Penelope’s asking if she made it home safe, she feels a flutter in her stomach.
Hotch: I think about that summer too.
Now that got her attention. She feels the flutter in her stomach turn into knots, anxiety and excitement somehow mixing as she starts to type.
Prentiss: I think you should come over.
It doesn’t take more than a few seconds before her phone dings in quick succession.
Hotch: That’s a terrible idea and you know it.
Hotch: I always said you were a menace.
Hotch: I’m on my way.
Well, this night turned out nothing like she had thought. In fact, it was better.
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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year ago
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Are they on the Naughty List? Or have they’ve been good all year?Well that’s for you to decide.
Start:November 12
End: December 31
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«timeline»
◇ day 1-7: {Nov 12-18}
Day 1: Luis Sera - Ice Skating
Day 2: Carlos Oliveira - “I can’t believe you did that to Santa…”
Day3: Raiden - “I made you some hot cocoa.”
Day 4: Peter Parker - we were going to a Christmas party but fuck if you don’t just look sinful in red, and you know what? Fuck that Christmas party || Insomniac Peter ||
Day5:Goro Takemura- Dancing In The Snow
Day 6:Johhny Cage-Sucking on a Candy Cane
Day 7: Peter Quill- “are you really playing christmas music already? it’s barely november”
◇ day 8-14: {Nov 19-25}
Day 8:Gale Dekarios-Watching the snowfall from inside a cosy house
Day 9:Sam Drake-“Carmel apples, leaves falling down. What could better then November?” “I don’t know maybe fucking June?”
Day 10:Peter Parker -we got a little too carried away with the Christmas lights, and now suddenly my hands are bound with the lights and oh my god are we about to have sex? || Insomniac Peter ||
Day 11:Nathan Drake- it’s holiday dinner with your family, and oh Jesus where are your hands going?
Day 12:Peter Parker-“Do you need help hanging up the Christmas lights?” || MCU verse ||
Day 13: Peter Parker-“HAPPY NOVEMBER!” “No one wishes anyone a happy November.” “Well I just did.”|| MCU verse ||
Day 14:Tadashi Hamada-one lending the other their scarf to keep them warm.
◇ day 15-21 {Nov 26-Dec 2}
Day 15:Jacob Seed-Handing their S/O a positive pregnancy test with a sprig of holly and a note reading ‘Merry Christmas’
Day 16:Spencer Reid-Baking holiday cookies.
Day 17:Alejandro Vargas-Reader wearing nothing but a Santa hat
Day 18:Loki-A naughty sleigh ride || Exhibitionism sex ||
Day 19:Alex Casey-Build A snowman.
Day 20:Chris Redfield-“Let’s do something that puts us on the naughty list.”
Day 21:Mike Schmidt-Santa Baby: reader has decided to dress as Mrs. Claus for a little more “adult” Christmas fun. Oh boy!
◇ day 22-28 {Dec 3 -9}
Day 22:Matt Murdock-I picked you for secret Santa but I wrapped the wrong box so now I’ve given you a very festive sex toy, and oh my god this is so embarrassing
Day 23:Halsin-“Breasts/thighs are my favorite part to nibble on.”
Day 24:Miguel O’Hara-“You know, tying the legs together keeps everything moist.”
Day 25:Ethan Winters-Christmas Morning.
Day 26: Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish-Hanging Stockings.
Day 27:Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley-“The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today.”
Day 28:Modern!Mizu-“Save some of that whipped cream for later.”*soon*
◇ day 29- 35 {Dec 10-16}
Day 29:Bigby Wolf-“You look even more beautiful covered in snow.”
Day 30:Harry Osborn-Christmas shenanigans under the tree, if you know what I mean
Day 31:Ethan Winters-“I’ll be content if you are the one stuffing my stocking.”
Day 32:Mike Schmidt-“Go on, open it.”
Day 33:Wyll Ravengard-“Did you decorate the tree without me? I can’t believe this!”
Day 34: Bruno Madrigal-Kiss Me Under The Mistletoe.
Day 35:Jordan Li-“Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?”
◇ day 36-42 {Dec 17-23}
Day 36:Mike Schmidt-"Why are there so many mistletoe?"
Day 37:Gojo“I’d like to be one of the unhealthy things you put inside your body this weekend.”*Soon*
Day 38:Luis Sera-“Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere."
Day 39:Chris Redfield-“Thanksgiving is for giving thanks” “And for body slamming each other during the family football match!”
Day 40:Aaron Hotchner-The scent of real Christmas trees
Day 41: Derek Morgan -“I’m going to have you stuffed better than the turkey by the end of the night.”
Day 42:Victor "Sully" Sullivan-“I’m not much of a cook, but I’m good at glazing.”
◇ day 43-50 {Dec 24-31}
Day 43:Leon S. Kennedy-Cabin Sex { Christmas Eve sex }
Day 44: Billy Butcher-“Merry Christmas, motherfuckers!”
Day 45: Bucky Barnes-“Did you spike the eggnog again?”
Day 46: Spencer Ried-“Will you make a gingerbread house with me?”
Day 47: Clint Barton- “It’s Snowing”
Day 48: Joel-Peppermint-flavoured everything
Day 49:Mizu-Snow/temperature play
Day 50:Johnny Cage-“It’s time for hand turkey’s everyone.” “FUCK YES YES!”
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mystycalypso · 9 months ago
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OKAY LETS TRY THIS AGAIN
Welcome To Ravenbrooks season 2 Theories before it comes out
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Disclaimer uh- these are the ramblings of a mad man named Jack (me). Mainly so when it does eventually come out I can see what if anything I got right. Now lets get into it below the fold.
1. It's revealed that Jay Roth (Nicky's dad) is the one who died in Trinity's old house
We know in both the book and games and even the pilot, Nicky was the one living across from Mr. Peterson, but now it's Trinity's home. I think the grief of what happened in that house is why they moved
2. We'll get to see the rest of the Rescue Squad's parents
Pretty self-explanatory. I don't know what story purpose they'd serve exactly, aside from maybe how they react to their kids' shenanigans but it'd be really cool to see them. Especially Luanne Roth who I am currently head canoning to be neglectful in some manner (not necessarily on purpose) because of the lines about Nicky running away all the time and no one noticing he went missing.
3. We see a cultist in uniform
I think it'd be really interesting if specifically Trinity finds them mid ceremony or if bad things start happening to her family and she gets suspicious
4. The kids learn Mr. Peterson isn't "evil"
We know in the books that Theo is looking heavily into the cult, and he seems to be doing the same here. I think in Trinity's realization's she'll learn his real motivations for keeping them away, maybe even his side of the stories from episode 3
5. We learn what Trinity did
We have hints at what happened, obviously, but with the teaser image reusing the old photo of kid Trinity, l think we're going to learn what exactly happened and why it was so bad that they had to move towns
6. More nightmare sequences
From the hello neighbor franchise in general, we've learned that both Trinity and Nicky are prone to nightmares, and with the trauma they've gained from episode 6, I assume we'll get to see plenty other creepy cool nightmare scenes. (Seriously, just the maggots from episode 2 make me squirm physically when I see it. Every time)
7. Principle Abanante isn't dead
This might be clear to some, and yeah, it's far from the greatest stretch on this list but I think we'll see her again and maybe that she caused the school explosion
8. Delroy(and possibly Scout)'s investigations
I'm very curious about what Delroy was doing in the tunnels under the school, maybe doing his own investigations on the cult? Scout included to round out the Hello Neighbor hide and seek crew. Likely having to join forced with the current members of the rescue squad to stop a stronger force.
9. We see Theodore's brother in his "new form"
Not 100% sure if he became the Guest or the Thing, and I've seen good theories/evidence for both, but either way I think we'll get to see him with the knowledge that it's him.
10. We learn why Ivan acted the way he did in s1
He was more scared of just the mention of Peterson than anyone, and it's been bugging me since my first watch. I'd like to see if there's reason to his behavior or just general paranoia. Leaning towards the former, knowing this series.
11. Love triangle between Trinity, Nicky and Enzo
I'd really rather this doesn't happen. I hate love triangles so much. They're so dumb and useless and bad. But like I told kaydin during our third watch, I can feel it happening. It's breathing down my neck with the loud annoying sound of needless romantic tension.
12. The whole squad sits together at lunch
They escaped the basement together! The least they could do as friends is actually eat lunch together instead of Nicky and Trinity sitting seperate from everyone else
13. Nicky and Aaron's relationship is revealed
I'm really, REALLY hopeful that their friendship isn't retconned in the series. It was great motivation for Nicky to be investigating Mr. Peterson, and is also just generally sweet.
14. We see Aaron
Nicky was the basement for a couple of weeks. However, Aaron was in there for months! I'm eager to see how he is both mentally and physically. I feel like he's either gonna be much, much worse than Nicky or somehow way better.
15. Quentin becomes my favorite character
This is mostly on here as a joke. I'm not gonna lie, I know he'll be at least a favorite because he's my favorite Hello Neighbor game character. Like- the squeal I squealed when I saw his van and silly Hawaiian shirt was immense. I love him so much, and I hope he gets good screen time.
16. Nicky loses his bag
This is more just a- gut feeling? He's gained it as a sort of comfort item, it seems, and I feel like with the nature and badluck of Ravenbrooks, he's going to lose it. Bonus points if he has to choose between it or a member of the Rescue Squad
17. Mr. martaugh dies
Again, I have- no evidence for this. Yeah, he's in the teasers a lot, but like that doesn't imply he dies. Maybe I just really hope he dies because he's creepy /j, but yeah, uh- if it happens, I'll probably still be in shock even though it's on this list.
18. We see an on screen kiss
Tricky fans cross your fingers and pray, I know I will be. It'll probably just be a quick peck on the cheek, but I can just kind of feel it in my bones. Similar to the love triangle one.
And there you go! My predictions for Season 2!
As soon as it drops, you will probably see my reaction to it and a return to this list to see how close or far I was on these. (Spoiler tagged, of course) But until then, I will be patiently waiting, drawing, and rewatching the show too many times over (wonder if I can hit 50 watches before season 2 drops)
Cya!
- Jack
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controlban · 2 years ago
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i lichrally thought abt this while watching the movie!!!
ok get this:
someone pls write something with any of the atsv characters with an s/o that is a character foil with the spot!!! they have the same powers (but think of their powers more like jobu tupaki), but the s/o is a good person and understands the weight of their powers. but they, in some part, sympathize with the spot bc his life can never return to normal, and they understand the the almost crushing weight of being everywhere, all at once. (wink) however, what the spot is doing is going to wreak havoc on the universe, so the s/o is on a mission to stop the spot.
if in the case of this being miles' s/o, maybe they're still getting used to having recently aquired said powers (they got them at the same time as the spot), and miles supports them. they kinda work side by side, and the s/o follows miles to Earth-928, and when things go down, the s/o has a moment of conflict bc they know that one slip too many could mean multiversal collapse, and they've also had to make their own sacrifices bc of their powers. but in the end, they're by his side bc they love miles too much. it does cause a bit of tension in their relationship after tho. even moreso bc a person with the same powers as his s/o is trying to murder his dad, and his trust wavers (esp after the s/o's hesitation to help him).
they both get unknowingly sent to Earth-42 (where s/o has never seen before bc she's dead here!! O_O). so they're both unaware of where they are. miles gets captured by aaron, and the s/o is taken as well, but less aggressively bc surprise!!! Earth-42 s/o and 42!miles were in love and together, but miles couldn't save her from the dangers of corrupt 42!new york. s/o doesn't know what to do bc they and 1610!miles are in a weird place but they're still entirely in love with him, HOWEVER, they're starting to feel some of the emotions that the Earth-42 version of her felt for 42!miles, and is also starting to get some of the memories (AS JOBU TUPAKI DOES!!! :333).
love triangle shenanigans ensue but the clock is ticking bc the spot is on a mission to kill miles' dad and collapse the multiverse/destroy all of Earth-1610, and 1610!mile's only ticket out of Earth-42 is his s/o bc no one knows what dimension the two of them are in and 1610!miles doesn't have one of those dimension travel gadgets!! jobu tupaki!s/o isn't a fighter so they've gotta figure out a way to save 1610!miles from prowler!miles AND 42!aaron without fighting them, but she's also gotta fight against her own inner turmoil.
tldr; 1610!miles morales x jobu tupaki!reader x 42!miles morales
endgame is 1610!miles x reader tho :T
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katz-rambles · 7 months ago
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Rules + Masterlist
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Rules:
I do/will write nsfw works!
Minors are allowed to interact with my page and my works, I just ask, not my nsfw works. But I don't control what you read on the internet, I just ask that minors not read those ones. Everything else is okay!
I don't commonly write m/m or male reader in general because I am not a male, but I can attempt (and hopefully do good) on a masc reader!
Anonymous asks are welcomed!
I don't write for character/character, (but I may in terms of gangbangs + threesomes 🤭.)
Please be specific on what gender, character, type, ect!
I will not write anything related to r@pe, 1ncest (this includes st3p-cest), p3d0, non-con drugged s3x, and cheating.
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What I'll write for:
• The sandman
• Ghost (the characters, not the people behind the mask.)
• The vampire diaries
• Arcane (the show)
- I will add more as I get into more fandoms!
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A little about me:
• I'm a Scorpio.
• I'm currently obsessed with Ghost (again).
• My favorite colour is pink!
• I love annotating and analyzing absolutely anything.
• I'm learning French right now!
• I'm from Canada.
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Masterlist:
• ❤️ = Smut/nsfw
• 🩷 = Fluff
• 💙 = Angst
• 💛 = Crack
• 💜 = Comfort
• 🌸 = Fem reader
• 🪽 = Gn reader
• 💌 = Drabble
• 💟 = Headcannons
• 🎀 = Ficlet
• 💋 = Full fic
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Morpheus (dream)
Nothing here yet
Desire
Nothing here yet
Lucifer
Nothing here yet
Death
Nothing here yet
Hob galding
Nothing here yet
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Papa Nihil (young and old)
slow mornings 🩷🪽💌 (old Nihil)
Papa Emeritus I (Primo)
Nothing here yet
Papa Emeritus II (Secondo)
Nothing here yet
Papa Emeritus III (Terzo)
Nothing here yet
Papa Emeritus IV (Copia)
shower sex ❤️🌸💌
parental worries 🩷🌸💌
Dewdrop/Sodo
Baking shenanigans 🩷💛🪽💌
Height troubles 🩷🌸🎀
Cold evenings 🩷🪽💌
Rut headcannons ❤️🌸🪽💟
wet dreams ❤️🌸💌
comfort headcannons 🩷💜🪽💟
if you're sick 🩷🪽💟
comfort after a long day 🩷🌸🎀
Rain
Soft dom and needy Rain ❤️🌸💌
stormy cuddles 🩷🪽🎀
caught you ❤️🌸💋
Rut headcannons ❤️🌸🪽💟
comfort headcannons 🩷💜🪽💟
praise kink ❤️🌸💋
if you're sick 🩷🪽💟
pregnant ghoulette headcannons 🩷🌸💟
you're a mermaid 🩷🪽💟
Phantom
personal problems ❤️🌸💋
Rut headcannons ❤️🌸🪽💟
forbidden romance 🩷🌸💋
if you're sick 🩷🪽💟
pregnant ghoulette headcannons 🩷🌸💟
nb phantom coming out 🩷🪽💌
Mountain
possessive mountain pt 1(?) ❤️🌸💋
Rut headcannons ❤️ 🌸 🪽 💟
comfort headcannons 🩷💜🪽 💟
vampire troubles ❤️🌸💋
if you're sick 🩷 🪽 💟
Swiss
horny Swiss thoughts ❤️🌸💌
plus sized reader ❤️🌸💋
Rut headcannons ❤️ 🌸 🪽 💟
if you're sick 🩷 🪽 💟
you're a mermaid 🩷🪽💟
Cirrus
Rut headcannons ❤️ 🌸 🪽 💟
if you're sick 🩷 🪽 💟
Cumulus
Cumulus' punishment ❤️🪽💌
Rut headcannons ❤️ 🌸 🪽 💟
comfort headcannons 🩷💜🪽 💟
if you're sick 🩷 🪽 💟
you're a mermaid 🩷 🪽 💟
Aurora
Rut headcannons ❤️ 🌸 🪽 💟
if you're sick 🩷 🪽 💟
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Damon Salvatore
dating headcannons 🩷🪽💟
blood drinking ❤️🪽💌
Stefan Salvatore
Nothing here yet
Elena Gilbert
Nothing here yet
Jeremy Gilbert
Nothing here yet
Jenna Sommers
Nothing here yet
Bonnie Bennett
Nothing here yet
Caroline Forbes
Nothing here yet
Elijah Mikaelson
Nothing here yet
Niklaus Mikaelson
Nothing here yet
Rebekah Mikaelson
Nothing here yet
Kol Mikaelson
Nothing here yet
Finn Mikaelson
Nothing here yet
Alaric Saltzman
Nothing here yet
Katerina Petrova / Kathrine Pierce
Isobel Flemming
Nothing here yet
Nadia Petrova
Nothing here yet
(I'm sorry if I don't have all the characters. I'm only on season five. 😅)
Nothing here yet
Wes Maxfield
Nothing here yet
Aaron Whitmore
Nothing here yet
Lorenzo "Enzo" St. John
Nothing here yet
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Jinx
s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟
Violet (Vi)
s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟
Ekko
post bridge scene comfort 🩷💜🪽💋
s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟
Vander
sick days 🩷🪽💌
s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟
pining eachother 🩷🌸💌
pining eachother pt.2 ❤️🌸💋
Grayson
s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟
Marcus
s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟
Caitlyn Kiramman
s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟
Viktor
aphrodisiac sex ❤️🌸💋
lovely nights 🩷💜🪽💌
childhood friends to lovers 🩷🪽💋
s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟
birthday fluff 🩷🌸💌
Jayce Talis
s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟
Mel medarda
s/o with a good singing voice 🩷🪽💟
Ambessa Medarda
Nothing here yet
Silco
Nothing here yet
Sevika
Starlight 🩷🌸💋
Finn
married life 🩷🪽💌
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RK800 / Connor
Nothing here yet
Hank Anderson
Nothing here yet
Gavin Reed
Nothing here yet
AX400 / Kara
Nothing here yet
RK200 / Markus
Nothing here yet
WR400 / North
Nothing here yet
PL600 / Simon
Nothing here yet
TR400 / Luther
Nothing here yet
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clowningaroundmars · 6 months ago
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Happy bday Miles!!!
it was miles' bday yesterday! i was hard at work pumping this thing out but alas it was already past my bedtime when i finally finished it u_u
this is... very last minute and i'm p sure you can tell but i hope yall enjoy anyhow LOL
for my (belated) gift to the mileses i present: miles and miles g celebrating their birthday together! and g getting a gift better than anything anyone could wrap up for him :) <3
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Miles G was nervous. Very nervous.
It was already August third, a date he never really ever paid much attention to before today, but here it was.
The day.
His birthday. His 16th birthday, to be exact. And not just his birthday, but the birthday that other dimensional variants of himself shared as well.
Namely, one Miles Morales from Earth-1610 came to mind, especially now as he held his wrapped package in one hand and shuffled nervously from one foot to another.
The suffocating darkness of Earth-42’s late evening was falling and falling quickly, which would otherwise ignite something in him on a normal day. But, as he fiddled with his dimensional watch strapped to his right wrist, he knew this wasn’t any normal evening out.
After the events of… the utter and total chaos of his inter-dimensional doppelganger crashing into their universe out of nowhere once many months ago, life was never the same for him or his family.
As a result of the inter-dimensional shenanigans that ensued, his mother Rio finally found out about his secret identity and his illicit vigilante dealings on the nights he usually got away with his uncle Aaron, and that was… well.
It was a Time, alright.
Eventually, after boxing both his and his uncle’s ears and giving them a stern lecture, Rio slowly warmed up to the idea of her son going out and doing what he needed to do in order to assist with NYC’s battle against the fascist oppression that the Sinister Six were insisting upon the city. With help, of course.
Rio’s one condition was that Miles G’s new spider-themed friends would come and help and make sure her son was still on the straight and narrow, that he wasn’t going to get too hurt.
She figured that if Miles G wasn’t going to back down from being a hero in his own right, then he might as well have someone by his side helping him achieve his goals… and helping out at the hospital and F.E.A.S.T. as well every now and then, of course!
Now, she was waiting right by the door to the rooftop, holding it open with a hip and looking on at her son approvingly. It was August of course, but that night on Earth-42 happened to be a bit chillier than normal. Her hair frizzed with the humidity that hung thick in the air and she wrapped her hands around her arms as she smiled.
Miles glances up and notices the rolling darkness overhead moving in a bit too quickly. Must be a storm brewing again, then. It sure smelled like it, anyways.
“Good luck, mijo! Tell them I said happy birthday to the other you!” Rio calls, just as something suspiciously thunder-like starts growling on the other end of the city. “Y no te preocupes tanto, Miles! Tu pareces tan nervioso! Relax a little, it’ll be a fun time, right?”
Miles G offers her a crooked smile. It didn’t really feel genuine at all, just a mask he plasters onto his face to hopefully placate his mother, which seems to work. Rio beams at him and then the winds start picking up.
“Okay, goodnight Miles! Te amo!” Her voice is almost drowned out by the sudden chilly gust that blows through and whips her hair in different directions. She gives her son one final wave before turning and letting the door shut behind her.
Miles breathes in the ozone that materializes in the air, trying to ground himself in the sudden temperature drop before a streak of lightning bursts through the clouds and flashes out of the corner of his eye. Feeling his anxiety bubbling through his nerves and into his chest, he hastily starts the search for his “twin’s” dimension.
The idea of going to a party and celebrating his birthday for the first time in years, alongside his doppelganger and his family in a dimension that isn’t his-- but probably should have been-- made his stomach roil a bit.
But thunderstorms? Those were a whole different level of hell no.
The quickly-developing storm gave Miles G just that last bit of courage he needed to take the leap, metaphorically speaking.
The portal he opens once he finds Earth-1610 almost instantaneously blinks into existence right before him. Well, also literally speaking, too, he muses sardonically as well, peering into the bright neon hues of his own custom-made portal.
He didn’t really know whether he liked Hobie Brown from Earth-138 yet, but he sure as hell was never going to get used to the fact that that kid straight up just reverse-engineered technology from the future, on his own. That alone put Hobie high up on the ranks of respect in Miles’ own mind.
Well. No more time to waste. Another burst of electricity streaked through the night sky, illuminating the angry dark rain clouds advancing on the city like jaguars ready to pounce. The anxiety threatened to burst forth from Miles’ chest just like the booming thunder that clapped in the air just then, and he took that as his cue to move.
He hated jumping through these portals, but hated storms even more. With one breath held tightly into his lungs, he stepped forward…
… And landed on some cardboard boxes.
Goddamnit.
Not a bad place to land, though, given his watch was still a prototype Hobie had cooked up last-minute to enable non-superpowered beings to travel through space and time without getting their nuclei scrambled like omelets.
All in all, not the worst position he’s found himself in, either. Not like that one time with those guard dogs… shudder. Anyways.
Miles G slowly stood up, head on a swivel as he immediately takes in his surroundings, hoping no one saw the giant burst of purple and blue lights that his portal emitted. Behind him, the aforementioned portal quickly fizzled out and blinked out of existence.
He seemed to land in an empty, but very smelly alleyway next to some restaurant on Earth-1610, if the wafting smell of greasy food hitting his nostrils was anything to go by. Dozens of styrofoam containers and wet-looking garbage bags sat piled up next to an overflowing dumpster, and a rat or two started to make their break for it once Miles lifted his legs out of the pile he landed in to connect sneaker soles to concrete.
He dusts himself off, groaning something about needing to find that twiggy punk and throttle him for not getting him his own stabilized watch sooner, when the back door of said restaurant suddenly swung open and a mean-looking, heavyset man with a hell of a beer gut started scowling at him.
“Aye! Whaddya doin’ back here, dumpster diving? Punk kid! Get outta here!”
Miles G’s own upper lip curled with full teenage disdain. “I’m not dumpster diving, genius. I’m takin’ a shortcut through here. That alright with you? It ain’t illegal,”
“Takin a shortcut?” The man’s eyes bulge out with rage. “Lyin’ punk! Get on outta here!” He hurls more curse words at Miles and shakes his fist like a cartoon character yelling at someone to get off their lawn.
Miles simply rolls his eyes, stoops over to fetch his gift from the giant pile of discarded cardboard boxes and brushes it off as well. He tosses a sarcastic salute at the man as he makes his way down the alleyway.
“Stay classy, my man,” he grumbles and steps out into the blinding rays of the late August evening on Earth-1610.
It was lucky he was found by this man on this dimension rather than back home, because otherwise his encounter would have been possibly twice as deadly than a grumpy old restaurant cook simply shaking a fist at him.
It was one of the many things about this mirror-dimension that he needed to get used to, at first. The adults back on 42 were twice as aggressive and authoritative as the ones from here, and it was something very relieving to find out once he first stepped into this world.
Here-- even though things didn’t quite sit right in his cells about being in a world so similar to his, but yet slightly skewed-- he could really relax. He could let his shoulders down a bit, loosen his muscles, not hold his head up so high. He could truly live.
So now, even though he was most definitely going to be late to this party at his twin’s house (if his directional instinct was anything close to accurate), he was relatively chill.
Miles G strolled through the city streets of what looked to be Queens, though whether he was in the east side or the northern side was really up in the air. He turned on his heels towards a subway station and made a beeline for the underground oasis in the desert only to find that the subway map on Earth-1610 was completely flipped from the ones in his dimension.
Damnit. Damn it all. Well, then. Looks like he was gonna be even more late to the party.
He sent his dimensional twin a quick update text and began the long and frustrating process of taking pictures of maps, attempting to turnstile-hop as often as he could, and asking New Yorkers for directions.
Asking for directions and train info from New Yorkers here seemed to have the exact same success rate as it did back home; that is to say, little to none. Great. Miles stopped asking New Yorkers for directions after a while.
It killed him that he couldn’t just go as the crow flies with his gear, on account of needing to keep a low profile in order to not land 1610’s Miles in any hot water.
He missed his bungee and parkour gear something fierce after getting turned around yet again, hands picking at the stupid present’s gift wrapping impatiently after hopping onto the correct train this time. You’d think that a kid living and getting by all on his own in the city would make him a better navigator of public transportation, but alas. Even a 16 year old kid living his entire life in the bowels of the concrete jungle gets inbound and outbound trains confused sometimes. Go figure.
It seemed like it took forever and a half to finally find himself setting foot on the familiar streets of the Williamsburg area in Brooklyn, but the brownstones and corner streets eventually started shaping themselves into something much more familiar to him, much to his relief.
Cool. So this was Miles G’s domain, finally.
Even if all of the details were slightly off, even if some stores weren’t quite named correctly enough not to tickle a weird part in his brain as he walked past them, this was home. He knew it, and he felt his own “spidey senses” go off once he made his way closer and closer to his-- and Miles’-- apartment block.
G did a double take as he walked past the usual stream of faceless pedestrians and spotted a familiar puff of dark hair in the crowd. It was Miles!
Miles G may not have had that strange precognitive superpower that all of the other spider-people seemed to have, but it looked as though his body's cells had minds of their own as they gravitated towards his dimensional doppelganger bounding up to him with a joyful gait.
Miles was clad in his usual bright sporty colors, grinning as brightly as the sunset that cast everything in a nice warm hue all around them.
They dapped each other up as a casual greeting, immediately starting up their banter.
“You’re finally here, man, goddamn! Gettin’ old now, getting turned around more nowadays?” Miles ribbed his twin playfully.
“Ha, ha,” Miles G replied sarcastically, “You and me are the same age, remember? Anything you say about me--”
“You say about yourself. I know that one, smartass. I was the one who came up with that first, you can’t quote me back at me!”
“Arrest me, then,” G stuck out his chin defiantly and laughed when he got a strong jab to the side.
They quibbled like this all the way down the streets, two teenage boys just basking in the last golden rays of the sunset before it finally darkened to a nice purple haze on their shared birthday. A beautiful cloudless evening, the complete and total opposite of the raging storms most likely tearing their way through Earth-42's Brooklyn night.
G was enjoying himself so much that he forgot how nervous he was before this moment.
Navigating the streets of New York City alone with not much help from his own cellphone or the people around him distracted him long enough to put his worries off to the side for a while, and now that he’s reaching the steps to his own apartment building, it seems like all those worries are bubbling back up again.
His purple sneakers freeze right on the bottom steps of the Brooklyn brownstone he always called home, watching as his doppelganger reaches for the door handle and only stopping once he notices G fall silent behind him.
They pause together, and Miles tosses an all-too-casual glance over his shoulder up towards the stairs before letting the door shut behind him again.
They sit together on the stairs, side-by-side.
Miles G is taking a couple of deep breaths, using the box breathing method Miles taught him a while ago.
Miles asks him, “you sure you wanna do this, bro?”
“Yes,” Miles G answers, a little too quickly.
Glances are exchanged, a million words shared with just one look. G sighs then.
“Okay… maybe… I mean, I do. I really do, wanna… uh,” Miles G takes another deep breath before sitting back and fiddling with the ribbon on the present once more. “… I wanna celebrate this, like not just for you. For me, because it’s… this is gonna be the first time I ever had a party since… well. Anyways, yeah, so I wanna do this. I do! This is important and I have to do this.”
“But?” Miles adds, a bit hesitant. He’d never want to make his dimensional variant feel like he’s being pushed or pressured, especially when he looks like he’s teetering on the edge of a panic attack.
“But,” G emphasizes the T, “I… fuck, this is gonna sound kinda lame but, ugh. I hate sayin’ it out loud. But…!”
“Jeff, right?” Miles offers him his most comforting expression. G hates it anyhow.
G hangs his head, clasping his hands over the box. “Yeah,” he admits, full of shame. “It’s dumb and I should be over it by now--”
“Bro, stop. Look,” Miles sighs in a way that reminds G of Rio a little too much, making his heart clench. “Your dad passed away, man. That is tough. That's the literal definition of trauma, and there’s nothing anyone can say about that. But you shouldn’t beat yourself up over not having like a linear progression on healing or whatever. You’re never really gonna get over it, like ever. And that’s okay, man. Losing a family member like that’s hard. Real hard.”
Aaron, G thinks to himself then, nodding slowly. Miles is probably the only person who understood the visceral and soul-crushing feeling of watching a beloved family member die at such a young age; and a father figure as well, at that.
Sure, all the other spider-people lost their uncle Bens or Tonys or whatever they said their uncles’ names were. But Miles lost Aaron. Aaron Davis. A man that was held in such high regard by the both of them, a key player in the way they both grew up and formed their own personalities as kids. There was nobody like him, and that was a fact.
It felt simultaneously weird and also comforting to know exactly what Miles was thinking, feeling, because in a lot of small but significant ways, their pain mirrored each other’s. Miles knew. G knew.
There wasn’t anything else left to say.
Well…
“I gotta go up,” Miles G said quietly after a small bout of silence.
Miles shrugged non-committaly. “Only if you’re ready,” he replied.
“No,” G shook his head, his neatly-done braids wiggling alongside the movement. “I have got to man up and stop bein’ so pussy right now. He’s not my dad. He isn’t my dad and I can do this!”
Miles blew out a breath and leaned back on the stairs behind him, legs spread as he crosses his arms. “Dude, look at me. Dad’s not gonna be weird this time, okay? We talked to him and he’s cool about everything and he is not gonna be weird. Everyone understands if you need some time to yourself, like in my room or up on the roof, just in case. This isn’t mandatory, you know. You don't have to push yourself.”
“I know this isn’t mandatory but I don’t wanna ruin your special day, alright? I’ve gone years with no birthdays, I’ll be fine. I’ll live,” Miles G bit out. It was much harsher than he intended it to come out, so he tried to save the conversation. “I uhm… sorry. I mean… it’s no biggie to me if I have to skip out or whatever. If it’s too weird, y’know? If you guys don’t want me here... I just don’t wanna, like, step all over your guys’… lives. The way you all do things. I know it’s different.” G gives a half-hearted shrug, hoping his twin will catch on to what he’s trying to convey.
Miles leans forward then, clapping a hand on G’s shoulder and shaking him a bit. “Man, you worry too much. Just like me,” he laughs, “I can’t believe I’m like this! Goddamn,” he shakes his head.
G groans. “Am I, though? Am I worrying too much? Ain’t this whole situation just… weird?”
Miles waves his hands around as he speaks. “Yeah, but… teen heroes in spandex costumes shooting webs out of their wrists is weird, too. I promise you’re not ruining anyone’s day by existing. My parents love you, dude, you’re fine. Either way, no one’s gonna think bad of you if you wanna stay or go.”
G sighs deeply, steeling himself. “Then I’ll stay. We’ll do… the birthday things. It’ll be fine,”
“If you insist!” Miles shrugs again and moves to stand up.
G snorts derisively and puffs himself up to his twin’s height once they’re both on their feet. “I hate when you do that shit, man!”
“Do what?” Miles holds his palms aloft, grinning crookedly.
“Don’t play dumb, Morales. Just…” G wedges the box he was holding in between the ornate railings of the stairs and pops back up, annoyed. “Look at me. I look fine, right? I’m not dressed down too much?” He holds his arms akimbo.
Miles laughs again, giving his twin a well-meaning once-over.
“Hair good, kicks good?” Miles G presses, sending Miles a look all the while.
“Yes, yeah, dude. You look fine. Everything’s gonna be fine! Stop freakin’ out!”
“You’re pulling your stupid nonchalant cool guy shtick and I hate it. You know that makes me even more nervous, right? It does not help, not even a little,”
Miles cackles as he pulls the door open once more, motioning for G to hand him the wrapped present. “You are unbelievable, man. Completamente insoportable!”
They bicker once again all the way up three flights of stairs, as naturally as if they had done it for years until they reach Miles’ family apartment and push their way through the doorframe.
They don’t even get to set one Jordan into the living room before Earth-1610’s Rio is leaping out from right around the corner and shouting SURPRISE!!! right into their faces.
Behind her, Jeff wears a party hat and blows on a dinky little party horn.
Both Mileses stood frozen staring into the face of their excited mother before Miles opens his mouth to speak.
“Mamí, I already told you this wasn’t a surprise party!”
“No, pero yo quería, como… hacer un algito para el niño, sabes?" Rio answers innocently, cheesy grin plastered on her face as she reaches for a balloon floating nearby and hands it to G.
“Anyways,” Miles gives his twin a sidelong glance and holds his present aloft, picking his way past the balloons on the floor to deposit it next to a pile of boxes and bags. "Sorry about them, they're... y'know. They mean well, but--"
"Of course we do! What's with this attitude all of a sudden?" Jeff complains, taking off his comically small party hat and setting it aside.
“Last night, we had my party with the fam on the rooftop, and today it’s just us here. We’re gonna watch a movie and eat together if you don’t mind,” Miles begins again, by way of explaining the massive pile of gifts in the living room corner. “I figured your first party in a while should be more... lowkey. Just a totally casual and definitely not weird birthday celebration, right guys?” He shoots looks at both of his parents, who both nod.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Totally casual. We cool, we cool,” Jeff assures his son, punching at his shoulder playfully. “When have we ever not been cool? About, y’know… this whole inter-dimensional universe stuff?”
“Dad!” Miles groans.
G smiles a bit, shoving his hands in his pockets and hiking his shoulders up to his ears. “Yeah this sounds cool, actually. Real good, better than…”
“Than what you thought it’d be?” Miles grins, “you really think I’d just throw you into a massive block party with the whole family out of nowhere?”
“No, but,” G kicks off his sneakers as their parents go into the kitchen and start laying pots and bowls out onto the dining room table. “I dunno… I thought it’d be more than just us. But this is nice, yeah. I don’t mind this at all.”
“As I knew you wouldn’t!” Then, a little louder, “what’d I say, dad?”
“I still got some of the crew on speed dial with gifts if you want!” Jeff calls out from the kitchen.
G laughs aloud and shakes his head, finally relaxing for the first time in what seemed like forever.
Together, the four set up dinner on the table to laugh and eat, celebrating two birthdays with two versions of the same Miles. They toast to another happy birthday, tacking on a little “here’s hoping G survives until the next one” for good measure.
Miles elbowed his father for that, but G was more than grateful that he had some more people in his corner, even if they were from different dimensions. Knowing that he had another set of parents praying for his health and his safety in a world that seemed so far away and distant as to be from a completely different galaxy made his heart clench in a way he didn’t know how to articulate yet.
He raised his own glass and prayed for their health and safety as well.
Then they settled into the living room together to watch a goofy horror-comedy movie that Jeff insisted on picking out himself.
“So Miles let me know the other day that he doesn't really actually like horror movies much, which was-- y’know definitely not feeling betrayed or anything ‘cause of that, but.” He shot his son a look.
“Oh my god, this again,” Miles groans, rolling his eyes and smiling exasperatedly.
“Anyways, dunno what your horror tolerance is, is all. Don’t know if you love it or hate it, but my wife hates horror and I love it. I figure this one’s a good middle ground.”
G sat forward, clasping his hands together in front of him. “You hate horror movies?” He asks his twin.
Miles throws his hands up in the air. “Do not tell me you’re gonna say that you’re shocked ‘cause you love it,”
G bobs his head and laughs. “I’m gonna say that I’m shocked ‘cause I absolutely love horror. Huh! That’s… that’s kinda funny we’re different like that,” he hummed in thought.
Miles sighs. “Oh right, of course. My twin who is absolutely better than me at everything ever happens to love the same stuff my dad does. Man, y’know what, I’m wavin’ the white flag. You can have him if you want!”
“Huh?” Jeff looks back and forth between his two sons as they laugh.
"Pero así tampoco!" Rio laughs along with them. “No one is stealing anyone’s father tonight, boys. Come on now,”
“I’m saying!” Miles offers anyways.
“I’m good,” G replies good-naturedly.
“Hold on, you two are not saying what I think you’re saying,” Jeff finally catches up to speed.
The whole room laughs at that, joy and comfort palpable in the air as the family settles down after bantering some more. They pass the bowls of popcorn and watch their movie, commenting on terrible acting and cackling at bad jokes.
G settles down, really relaxing this time, as he sinks deeper into the comfortable couch cushions and basks in the normalcy of this life. He was grateful the family didn’t make him feel like he was a guest, or an intruder into their seemingly perfect lives of familial affection. This was a million times better than awkward happy birthday songs and loud music,. It was much more… intimate. Intimate in ways that G himself hadn’t been allowed to feel since his own father’s passing.
He was grateful that his own dimensional variant understood what it was that he could handle, and what he couldn’t, completely judgement-free. It left a warm feeling deep in his chest he hadn’t ever known he was even capable of feeling. Maybe that was Miles’ real gift to G, the perfect environment for anyone to be able to let their walls down, even just a little.
It made the homemade sketchbook as his gift to his twin seem so silly in comparison, in the end. Oh well.
The night ended wonderfully, with each parent getting G his own gifts on top of the one Miles dumped unceremoniously in his lap towards the end of his visit.
But it was getting late, and the night was getting progressively darker.
The nighttime wasn’t nearly as suffocating and all-encompassing as Earth-42’s nights, especially considering it was a clear and crisp night on 1610, the total opposite of the angry weather back home… but the hour was getting longer nonetheless and G’s tranquil visit to this dimension was drawing to a close.
“I wish you could sleep over this time, y’know. Kind of a bummer that you can’t”, Miles bumped shoulders with G as they sat side-by-side on the couch.
“Mmmn, yeah” G sighed.
“Hold on, what am I missing here? I thought he was going to stay tonight!” Rio pipes up from her end of the couch, brow raised.
G looks up at her. “Uhh, no. I have, uh, I have a thing… in the morning, with uncle Aaron. So,”
Jeff grunts disapprovingly, earning him a glare from Miles.
Miles then turns back to his twin. “It’s fine, we get it. Let’s try to make some more time in the future to hang soon, though, right? This was fun!”
They both smile at each other and then start to get up, gathering discarded wrapping paper from Miles opening his gift from G.
G himself tries tucking his unopened presents into his light sweater, zipping it up and holding the boxes against him with crossed arms.
“If I don’t hold ‘em like this, they’ll go flying everywhere in the portal back home,” he explains to Miles’ parents.
Miles shoves his hands in his pockets and agrees that that's a great idea before suggesting they not open a portal in the middle of the living room where all of his birthday balloons and gifts were still in neat piles.
G finally bids everyone a good night before climbing up the final set of stairs up to the rooftop, with Miles right on his heels.
They dap each other up again and Miles eventually pulls G into a hug.
“Man, what you doin’ that soft shit for?” G ribs Miles playfully, punching him lightly on the shoulder.
“I dunno, you look like you could use some soft shit after tonight. You looked like you didn’t even wanna leave my apartment,”
G rolls his eyes but concedes anyways. “Uh huh, yeah�� shit was nice there, for a second… things were real nice.” He trails off, then gathers himself back up again. “Your dad was great back there, by the way. So… looks like your talk with him was good, it was effective.” He sniffed.
Miles purses his lips. “Hmmm, was he, though? He coulda been a little better, honestly.”
G shakes his head, laughing. “You need to stop being so hard on your parents, kid. They’re great. They are.”
“Yeah, I know. Your fam’s great, too, by the way. Let Aaron know that I really love his gift he left me the other day, when you get back,”
G does a double take. “That he-- that he left you? How? He’s got a watch now?”
“I think…? I think he stole yours, honestly, bro. Or… I dunno, knowing him, he might’ve already reverse engineered his own by now,” Miles offers a wincing shrug, chuckling a bit at the shocked expression on his own face standing a little ways away from him.
“Wh--! Goddamn. Well.” G sniffed again and fixed the hoodie of his sweater casually, adjusting the gifts inside. “Well, damn. Thanks for letting me know about that, I guess.”
Miles throws G a salute and steps back, right by the rooftop door and then G's suddenly reminded of his own mother most likely already asleep back home.
He loves 1610, sure, but in that very moment, his heart ached for his own-- definitely not perfect but-- comforting home.
He opens his portal behind him, purple neon rings and hazy blue light emitting from it, an occasional green static flickering in and out, and the smell of wet pavement and rain hits them both almost instantaneously. Potted plants, chairs and crates sat nearby start floating in the air.
Miles whistles low. “It’s raining back where you’re at, man. I’m jealous. You get to fall asleep to rain!”
G only shrugs, not wanting to let his twin know anything about his fear of storms. That was a topic that would have to brought up later. “You have a good night, too, man. You can look up rain sounds on Youtube if you need to,”
Miles huffs out a laugh. “You got jokes! Nice!”
“Always, genius. I always do. Take it easy, man.”
G steps backwards, his last sight of 1610 being his twin standing by the half-open door to the roof, warm hallway light illuminating him from behind, small pinpricks of little sparkles in the deep blue night sky high above them…
And lands right onto his own bed.
G gasps, not possibly believing his own luck this time!
He scrambles around in the dark as quietly as he can, reaching for his lamp by his drafting table and flicking it on. His eyes bounce around the room, taking in every single little familiar detail of his posters, hats lined above the window frame, record player on top of stacked crates in the corner…
It’s home. Thank goodness. No need to traverse the dangerous roads at night past the state-mandated curfew.
Tonight was really shaping up to be an amazing night. What a relief…
Miles G laid back after eventually finishing his night routine and making sure his mother was asleep in her room, hopefully breathing. He had his arms behind his head and a big smile on his face as he thought back to the presents he received from the 1610 Morales family, now stacked neatly on his drafting table to be opened in the morning.
He thought back to the fond gazes he received at the dinner table as they had all chatted over pastelitos and refried beans. He thought back to the warm glow that the city took on during the sunset, how his train rides over to Brooklyn were always much less stress-inducing than the rides on Earth-42 were, no matter how late G was getting to be. He was unbelievably grateful that he got to experience it at all, and that it wasn’t all a fever dream his half-baked brain cooked up on little to no sleep.
No matter what his presents from the Morales family turned out to be, he was already grateful for the best gift that Earth-1610 could ever give him: peace.
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reueslee · 1 month ago
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About Reu
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Name: Reuben (or Reu)
Pronouns: He/They
Age: 19
Timezone: EST (UTC-05:00)
Welcome to my blog! I mostly post art and my history shenanigans on here, but I hope to start posting historical research, rants, and whatnot. I mostly draw amrev stuff but you'll see my other interests sprinkled around here and there as well.
Most common tags: #reu's art (my art), #amrev (my main interest), #Aaron Burr
A little bit about me...
I am a full time undergraduate majoring history, and double minoring studio art + historic preservation. I'm also a university guide and love rambling about our university's past – I focus on our 19th century history.
I've researched the founding era of the US for almost 6 years now, and I've extensively researched Aaron Burr and Thomas Jefferson (note, I hate Thomas Jefferson. I hate him because of my extensive knowledge on him, not in spite of it).
I also focus my research on:
John Marshall
James Madison
Luther Martin
Richard Montgomery
Thomas Paine
Marquis de Lafayette
The Hemings and others enslaved at Monticello and UVA
Virginia regional history
History of enslaved people
And goodness, so, so much more. You'll notice that I draw Burr the most though. He's my go-to person to draw. Many say that I am quite normal about Burr (I am not).
Academic interests: 1770's-1810's U.S history (special interest), astronomy, abnormal psychology, developmental psychology, theoretical physics, biology, religious philosophy, and more 📖
My favorite amrev media: 1776 The Musical, HBO: John Adams, TURN: Washington's Spies, I Made America (Does anyone know what IMA is... Anyone..please..), and more
Other interests: Witchcraft/paganism (I am pagan), ttrpgs, Project Sekai, Vocaloid (Kikuo, Iyowa, Maretu, etc), Arcane, Spiderverse, Bojack Horseman, J-Pop (Ado, Tatsuya Kitani, etc), BBC Ghosts, Will Wood, Mitski, MLP, Steven Universe, Good Omens, The Owl House, animation, Hadestown, Falsettos, singing, and more
My user is reueslee pretty much everywhere, if you'd like to find me elsewhere. I'm most active on here and Instagram.
Heigh-Ho! 💁🏽
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crossedsabers10s · 1 year ago
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dude i need inspiration. gimme! gimme! gimme! xox, splatooshy
Uhh *scrambles for something to type* ok so in the vampire diaries books Stefan has curly dark hair, green eyes, and he and Damon look more visibly like siblings. Also! Damon has very dark eyes in the books. I think they were described as onyx.
Anyways I like to imagine that Show!Stefan looks specifically different than he would otherwise bc of doppelgänger shenanigans. The Silas Effect overwrote everything else.
Completely unrelated to the first thing, but yk how Alaric gets all human-fied after the anti-magic bubble strips him of his vampirism and he’s saved from what had been his death wound?? All I’m saying is that Enzo died of, what, TB? Providing that it didn’t immediately kill him, he could have theoretically been dragged over that same bubble boundary as Alaric and been de-fanged the same way. The mental image of Damon pretending he’s not hovering over both of his suddenly mortal, suddenly v fragile and probably with lingering health issues as vampire blood can’t cure tuberculosis, best friends is so, so funny to me.
Third: I think that Wes totally could have approached Elena between S2-4. Like. Hey, ur Grayson’s daughter (or Jeremy, either, both) I need some research that may be with your dad’s things. Great man, he saved a lot of lives. Or all the suspicious deaths in Mystic have him trying to track down the mysterious killer after the Whitmores—before Aaron and his aunt get targeted. Grayson’s daughter might make good bait. All that’d have to happen is Wes to mention Augustine in Damon’s hearing. Bam. Instant angry vampire. Who now has to explain to his brother and/or their girlfriend why he just tried to kill a scientist. Like he worked with Elena’s father obvs he’s such a good guy. Damon , of course, does not give them a straight answer until Wes realizes what’s up and references his number or whatevs.
Damon, after having Stefan try to hold him back and Elena ask for mercy, bc they don’t have the full story and all they see is Damon holding a defenseless human by the throat: Mercy?
S/E: yeah, mercy
D: Alright. I won’t rip out his guts.
Wes: thank—
D: if he gives me back five years. No. Fifty.
E/S: Fifty years?
D: All the time I lost. Every second I spent numbed to everything.
D: I’ll let him live if he gives them back
W: I can’t—
D: How about this, this should be easier. I’ll let you live if you give me back my best friend.
W:
S/E:
D: no? shame. Guess you die.
In the books, Damon can turn into a wolf and a—I think it was a raven? Anyways I just think that Shapeshifting Damon is Fun, but especially if he just goes Gender is Stupid and Stefan wanders down one morning and is just like… I guess it’s sister today?
Damon: eh, it’s one of those Tuesdays.
Okay, now it’s ur turn 🥺
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audiofictionuk · 11 months ago
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New Fiction Podcasts - 11th March - Part 1
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Dust and Blood Audio RPG A fantasy Western narrative-play podcast, filled with high drama and hilarious shenanigans! Dust and Blood is created by Blake Alfson, Keith Curtis, Corinne Hill, Gale Parker, and Zach Parker, and posts on the first day of each month. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240220-01 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/dustandbloodpod/feed.xml
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Unlucky Charm Audio Drama Sam Crowe has always had the worst of luck, but in his ever-optimistic view of the world, heads to Boston to pursue a lifelong dream. Along the way to his dreams, he meets Aaron Bazil, a painter who's been pretty lucky with his career so far, but with it came a cynical view of the world. Together, they change each other for the better and... worse. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240301-03 RSS: https://feeds.castos.com/5x9m7
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Crooked and Strange Audio Book Crooked and Strange is an anthology series, and a place to share some of my short fiction. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240301-04 RSS: https://feeds.acast.com/public/shows/crooked-and-strange-short-stories-by-lewis-darley
Autumn Falls- The Voices Audio Drama Kyle Silver comes back home to Autumn Falls. While there, strange things start occurring to him. Will Kyle Make it out alive? https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240225-01 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/f1838b90/podcast/rss
What Happens In A Dream Audio Drama Welcome to the Dream World! Here, anything and everything is possible. The only limit is your imagination! This is a fictional audio drama based in a Dream World. Each episode may or may not be connected in someway, but they will all take place within the same world. As of right now, episodes will be put out as often as they can be created, but we will eventually be on a regular schedule. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for listening! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20230518-07 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/e1ecea64/podcast/rss
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Dad Magick Audio Drama A horror podcast. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240304-01 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/dadmagick/feed.xml
Hobo Code Audio Drama Hop a freight train with two hobos, a little girl, and her best friend who lives in a coffee can. Hobo Code is an epic journey spanning from the Roaring Twenties to the Great Depression, all the way to the Great Recession of 2008. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240304-02 RSS: https://feeds.libsyn.com/511023/rss
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The Last City Audio Drama In the climate-ravaged year of 2072, Pura stands as a miraculous green haven, a geoengineered paradise that protects lucky residents from the global catastrophes of heat domes, fires, floods, and droughts. Demetria Lopez is Pura's PR fixer, tirelessly promoting the city's idyllic image. But when she stumbles upon a dark secret that underpins Pura's existence, she must decide who and what she is willing to protect. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240304-03 RSS: https://rss.art19.com/the-last-city
Stranded in the Void Audio Drama Blake Hooper, an astronaut aboard the Hermes V spacecraft, finds himself alone after a mission goes horribly wrong. His only way to keep his sanity is to broadcast messages back home, hoping someone is listening. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20210201-18 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/47649320/podcast/rss
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Mil-Liminal Audio Book Mil-Liminal is a bi-weekly, cozy horror podcast chronicling the adventures of a midnight shift gas station employee and all that implies. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240213-05 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/mil-liminal/feed.xml
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Clempson Goes to Hell Podcast Audio Book Welcome to Dystopia: Clempson Goes to Hell, read one chapter per week. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240213-06 RSS: https://api.substack.com/feed/podcast/2291813.rss
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Adventure Engines Audio RPG An actual play, TTRPG podcast where we build the world through play. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240219-05 RSS: https://feeds.podcastle.ai/dbb0d83d-4b66-424d-b92f-842f6fbb5864.rss
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Tales of the Risen Tide Audio Book A post-apocalyptic pirate adventure with the heart of an epic fantasy, Tales of the Risen Tide is the debut novel from British author David M Reynolds. Tune in every Monday and Thursday for a new chapter of this full-cast audiobook. On a map redrawn by the rampant sea-level rise of the twenty-second century, survivors war over the ruins of high-ground whilst pirates and slavers plague the vast new seas that surround them. But amidst the ashes of the world there remains a place for the young and the brave to call home: The Archon — a ship crewed by orphan thieves, escaped prisoners, and heretic runaways. They are the Archonauts, and this is their tale. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240207-06 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/talesoftherisentide/feed.xml
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Andersson Dexter Investigations Audio Book In a queer-normative future that isn’t all rainbows and sparkles, the justice you receive depends on your job – assuming you can get it at all. Enter vigilante detective Andersson Dexter, whose beat covers both the physical world and the online universe Marionette City. Helping people who have nowhere else to turn, he’s making the worlds better one client at a time, but is it enough? The Andersson Dexter Investigations is a four-book cyberpunk detective series by Nebula Award finalist M. Darusha Wehm. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240216-01 RSS: https://feeds.megaphone.fm/SBP5278124681
Das Magnus-Archiv Audio Drama Mach deine Aussage, stell dich deiner Angst. Die Türen des Magnus-Instituts öffnen sich und gewähren Einblick in die Fallakten dieses 'angesehenen' Forschungszentrums für das Esoterische und das Übernatürliche. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240209-02 RSS: https://ingressive.podcaster.de/das-magnus-archiv.rss
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milfcoded · 2 years ago
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tagged by @lottienat to post 8 shows to get to know me better and oh the can of worms you have opened <3
tagging @l-adysansa @hauntedbythenarrative @shouldvemarried @emoclownemoji @miraclottie if you want to 🪿
in no particular order:
• the day of the triffids (2009) - sometimes a two part bbc mini series from the early 00’s can be sooooo personal, this did change my life at a very young age and unfortunately now i must watch it religiously until the end of time because it is just that good and also bad <3
• gotham - funky little gay people doing their funky little crimes whilst jimothy gordon worlds most normal man sighs deeply in the background? sign me up baby, not a show about batman but a show about shenanigans and really what more can you ask for
• lost - oh she reworked my brain at a VERY formative age!!! made perfect sense actually if you don’t understand the ending or the polar bear in the jungle or whatever the fuck john locke had going on then that’s on you!!
• new girl - i have for many years and will continue to watch the entire show (except the last season) on repeat until my brain is just about melted enough to get back to real life, i could listen to max greenfield mispronounce words all day
• the newsroom - i don’t know a single thing about american news or politics from 2012 so i don’t really know what side these fuckers are on at any given moment but despite that this is the best and funniest show ever made actually, i will have no further questions (aaron sorkin is my biological father)
• criminal minds - little bit of murder, little bit of found family, little bit of sexy women, little bit of government propaganda, little bit more of women being sexy, full package i have seen season 1 at least 57 times for miss elle greenaway alone
• will and grace - i don’t even need to say anything to justify this because it’s gay and it’s fun and it’s cunty and rip leslie jordan
• charmed - oh back in the day me and my friends wanted to be these bitches so fucking bad we would have committed real murder to gain magical powers at the age of 8 and that’s so real of us honestly
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kudosmyhero · 2 years ago
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Transformers: Autocracy (Phase 01) #8: Overthrown
Read Date: October 14, 2022 Cover Date: April 2012 ● Writer: Chris Metzen ◦ Flint Dille ● Art: Livio Ramondelli ● Letterer: Robbie Robbins ● Editor: John Barber ◦ Carlos Guzman ●
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Synopsis: In Iacon, Zeta Prime is assuring the Senate that his methods are working when his Citadel suddenly comes under attack from the combined forces of Megatron's Decepticons and Orion Pax's defected officers. While their troops keep Zeta's Omega Destructors and vamparc cannons busy, Megatron and Orion air-drop into the Citadel and onto the Prime himself, who accepts their challenge and shoots down Megatron. Orion relieves Zeta of his vamparc ribbon, but he doesn't give up so easily and in turn relieves Orion of his arm.
Meanwhile on the battlefield, Ironhide is approached by Ultra Magnus and his unit, who have also turned on Zeta Prime after learning of his crimes. With their help, the rebel Autobots defeat most of the Omega Destructors. Inside the Citadel, Megatron fights Zeta Prime and finally kills him with a point-blank fusion cannon shot to the head. Zeta's troops flee and the last Destructor is destroyed by Shockwave.
As the situation cools down, Orion Pax requests a medic… and is shot in the back by Megatron, who announces that he has outlived his usefulness.
(https://tfwiki.net/wiki/Overthrown)
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Fan Art: Ultra Magnus by CValenzuela
Accompanying Podcast: ● Married with Comics: Rod Pod - episode 07
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racingliners · 1 year ago
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Life In The Fast Lane Chapter 18 - 2023 Race 13: Italy
Rating: Teen & Up
Warnings: None apply
Pairings: Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s); OFCs & OMCs
Work Tags: Re-write of a previous work; not beta read; dual/multiple pov; mentions of IRL current and past F1 figures; Eventual romance; friends to lovers; found family/work family; actual family; occasional swearing; racing drivers and their various shenanigans; how to handle pressure (and how not to); with a sprinkling of the power of friendship; tags will be updated as work progresses
Chapter: 18/57 Word count: 4.5k Summary: Celebrations and mixed fortunes aplenty at the temple of speed.
I just wanted to do a little note to say that it's been almost a whole year since I posted this first chapter of this mega re-write project over on AO3, and I am so incredibly grateful for all the support on it thus far. I really cannot begin to say just how much it means to me, so thank you, and I hope you enjoy the latest chapter!
Thursday 31st August – Autodromo Nazionale di Monza
The whole paddock had been invited to McLaren’s 60th anniversary celebrations, which kicked off at precisely 5pm (Andrew’s insistence on perfect timing was impeccable as ever). Small champagne flutes had been arranged in neat rows on a white tablecloth at the entrance to the three story high motorhome, with more tables on the first floor dedicated to canapes and light bites of food.
The TV screens on the walls alternated between slideshows and video clips from all of McLaren’s most notable races (Sophie’s podium in Shanghai and victory in Hungary were prominent features), while every McLaren team member was dressed in vintage style uniforms. Short sleeved white button up shirts that had McLaren’s 60th anniversary logo on the front pocket, with papaya and sky blue stripes running down the left front. Sophie had once again gone to the effort of having her nails painted orange, as well as wearing her hair down for the day with a papaya fabric headband fixed in place.
“Between the two of you,” Nathan, who had found Sophie and Nico on the top floor about ten minutes ago and had stayed for a catch-up, gestured to both of them with a loose hand. “Hardly anyone is going to be talking about Ferrari all weekend. I’d avoid Gianluca at all costs, he’ll be pissed.”
“Oh, I’m sure the Tifosi will make up for it tomorrow!” Nico said with the same bright grin that hadn’t left his face all day. His promotion to Red Bull for 2024, for which he’d signed the contract on Tuesday, had finally been announced that morning. And Sophie, as well as being a happy participant in McLaren’s anniversary celebrations, was also set to match Lella Lombardi’s 13 race starts on Sunday (assuming mechanical reliability stayed on her side).
“Anyway, I have to go and do a quick interview, but save a spot for me on the quiz team!” Nathan called over his shoulder as he made his way toward one of the sets of stairs in search of his press officer.
As part of the evening’s festivities, the team was putting on a McLaren themed pub quiz. Andrew had barely signed off on the idea, but Martin had managed to talk him round claiming that there had to be something about the weekend for the team to enjoy. Since they were coming into it knowing that they might not be quick enough to score a single point come Sunday.
When Nico and Sophie made their way downstairs, Mark was still in deep conversation with Sophie’s mechanics. He seemed to have them all enthralled by tales of the old days, both on and off track judging by the loud laughter that would bubble out of the group every so often.
The quiz was the last event of the night after all the speeches and presentations, and Leena’s team of herself plus Chris, Paul, Amir and Leon wiped the floor with everyone else. Sophie’s team that included Nico, Nathan, Ben and Aaron came in second with Mark’s team of mechanics in joint third.
“For once, he finishes in second place,” James said in mock teasing in Ben’s direction, much to everyone else’s amusement.
“Ah, but if it had been a Red Bull quiz, I would have won.” Benedikt retorted with a wide grin as he got up from his chair. As the drivers began to disperse for the circuit car park, either heading back to their luxury mobile motorhomes or hotels, Ben intentionally hang back by Sophie’s side.
“I saw your helmet when I came in, you and Max did a beautiful job.”
“Thank you!” Sophie grinned, it had been a small weight off her shoulders knowing her helmet design for the weekend had turned out as well as she had hoped. “Max was great though, he’s doing my helmet for Singapore as well, and he even managed to work in a tribute to Lella at the last minute.”
“Oh really, I didn’t see it?”
At that Sophie insisted on showing Ben the two display helmets that had been painted in the same designs James and Sophie were running for the weekend. James’ was mostly the same as normal, bar the number 12 being painted on in a vintage style, with each of McLaren’s title winning years going around it in gold foil.
While Sophie’s helmet followed her usual pattern of stripes on a plain base, the colours had been switched for papaya and sky blue stripes on a white background, all of which were filled names and races. On the white background was the name of each McLaren team member, the first orange stripe listed every one of McLaren’s race wins, the middle blue stripe had the names of every single McLaren driver, and the second orange stripe featured all the races Sophie’s father had taken part in as a mechanic. And up at the top, encircling the number 16, was all thirteen races contested by Lella Lombardi.
“That’s really beautiful Sophie,” Ben said with a small, soft smile as he carefully set the helmet back down. “Has your Dad seen it?”
Sophie didn’t get to say that he had, as when Edward Morden and Charlotte Stewart got up from the table in the corner they’d been sat at with Martin and started making their way towards the door, Benedikt suddenly looked like he didn’t know where to put himself.
“Matt and Annika will be looking for me, I better go.” Ben said shyly, his eyes darting between Sophie and Edward. “See you tomorrow.” Out of nowhere, he put a gentle hand on Sophie’s shoulder and leaned down to kiss her cheek. Something that took them both by surprise as they gawked at each other for a couple of moments, before Benedikt very quickly darted away.
All Sophie could think about for a couple of minutes was that Ben’s aftershave somehow smelled like the mountain air he called home.
Sunday 3rd September
“Everybody eyes front!” David, McLaren’s team photographer, called out above the bubble of chatter emanating from the gathered team members. They were all stood in the warm sunshine in front of the motorhome, dressed in their neatly pressed uniforms with the management and drivers stood front and centre while the rest of the team were roughly arranged in rows behind.
Andrew had been in attendance for the whole weekend, and was less than impressed with the fact that his cars had qualified in ninth and tenth. But for a brief few seconds no one seemed to care about what little race pace they were going to have as the whole team fixed bright grins on their faces and smiled for however long they were told to. After all, 60th anniversaries weren’t very common in Formula 1, and everyone felt like they wanted to make the most of it regardless.
As expected the team had been under more media scrutiny than normal, with questions asked if whether McLaren would be able to fix their car problems before the regulation change in 2026, how was Sophie going to bounce back after her difficult race in Turkey, and would it be better for James to cut his losses and try to get a seat somewhere else? It had been a pleasant surprise when some journalists decided to ignore all of that, and ask questions about McLaren’s historical achievements instead.
Ferrari however were still the main attraction for the tens of thousands of Tifosi that had filled the circuit grounds. All of the grandstands were filled with red for as far as the eye could see, and the reception that Giovanni and Teo got on the drivers parade was almost deafening.
Sophie was stood with Nico and a still sheepish Benedikt, who had pulled Sophie aside after the driver’s briefing on Friday and apologised for kissing her on the cheek out of the blue. Admittedly, Sophie hadn’t felt uncomfortable by the encounter, just surprised at the display of apparent affection. But she accepted the apology none the less, and insisted that they were still on good terms. Still friends.
“And now, onto the birthday boy,” Lise from German TV was conducting the interviews on the drivers parade, as the flat-bed truck slowly trundled through the chicane at the end of Curva Grande. “How many seconds would you like to win by? 26 maybe since that’s how old you are today?”
Benedikt puffed out his cheeks and let out a bright laugh, but now that Sophie knew him better she could see the very small hint of shyness behind it.
“I think any win would be nice today,” He paused to adjust his cap and wave at the crowd that didn’t seem too interested in him, but it didn’t appear to phase Ben in the slightest. “I love coming to Monza every year. The track is amazing with how fast we get to go, so getting to race here on my birthday is quite a privilege. Hopefully we can keep up the pace we’ve had so far in practice and have a good day today.”
With his beaming smile and how tall he was standing, it wasn’t hard to tell that Benedikt had secured pole position by three tenths of a second yesterday.
The truck had now exited the second Lesmo, and was surrounded by tress on both sides on the way down to the Ascari chicane. The warm, bright sunshine dappled through the leaves onto the driver’s faces as they quietly chatted amongst themselves since there were no fans to wave at.
“Definitely nicer than what it was like last year.” Sophie said aloud to no one in particular.
“It’s like home.” Ben said quietly, but with a small smile as he looked up at the trees. Sophie had been referring to the weather, but she had to agree that the parkland in which the circuit was situated was incredibly beautiful.
“So that’s why you left Zürich for the countryside, not enough trees?” Sophie asked, slightly teasing. Ben let out a light laugh and went to reply right as Lise appeared at Sophie’s side with her microphone in hand. She asked about both McLaren’s big anniversary, and Sophie’s latest career milestone. All Sophie felt she could do was put on a warm smile and say as she had done so many times over the weekend of the honour it was to be a McLaren driver, and that while the team was expecting today to be difficult they were still going to work hard to deliver the best result they could.
“How are you such a natural at this stuff?” James asked under his breath once the drivers were off the parade truck and walking back to the paddock.
“Well, when you spend the majority of your career having to defend your right to simply be on the grid, not scoring points suddenly isn’t the worst prospect in the world.” Sophie said with a frown, sounding a lot heavier than she intended. “Sorry I didn’t-”
“It’s fine Soph,” James said, briefly flinging an arm round her shoulders and even flashing a small smile at her. “I’m sure that if you ever take something out on me and mean it, I’ll know about it.”
“I think having Andrew looming over my shoulder the whole weekend has put me on edge.” Sophie finally said under her breath once they had some distance between themselves and their fellow drivers.
“Yeah…” James paused to scratch at a spot on his jaw. “You and me both.”
“Go well today Sophie.” Nico said quickly, appearing at her side out of thin air.
“You too, allez!”
“Allez!” Nico beamed back, fist half raised in the air for good measure, and he squeezed Sophie in a warm side hug before jogging over to the Red Bull energy station with his press officer.
Katie and Richard had been lagging behind their drivers the whole walk over, giving them space to have a conversation just themselves, while Sophie and James found themselves in a semi-comfortable silence while the sun continued to beat down on the circuit.
“I’ll try and give you a tow at the start, like Leena suggested this morning.” James said as they walked back into the motorhome and made for the stairs.
“If I end up in front I’ll do the same for you.” Sophie said without too much thought. As Martin had very plainly put it in the morning briefing, good teamwork was going to be essential today if they wanted to score points. Neither James or Sophie had any kind of problem with that.
“Let’s just hope we don’t end up plum last.” James sighed through gritted teeth as he patted his teammate’s shoulder.
Mark didn’t realise that he had been chewing on his thumbnail until he caught a glimpse of himself on the screen showing the global feed, stood at the back of Sophie’s side of the garage in between Vanessa and Richard wearing a soft grey polo shirt with the McLaren speedmark logo embroidered in white on the left. He quietly scoffed at himself and tucked his thumb into a fist which he gently tapped against his chin instead, as his eyes were fixed on the screen that showed Sophie’s onboard camera as she made her way through the formation lap.
As a mechanic, Monza had never been one of Mark’s favourite tracks purely because of the high chance of carnage at the narrow first chicane – anything from a broken front wing endplate to having a wheel and suspension ripped off the car and the race being over before it got started.
The team’s mechanics took their seats in the garage, having made their rushed return to the pit lane as the cars started to line back up on the grid. All Mark really wanted was for Sophie – and by extension out of the love he still held for his old team – James to make it through the first lap unscathed.
Mark was clenching his fist so tightly that as the start lights began to illuminate, he could feel his skin pressing hard against his gold wedding band.
The start lights went out quickly, but that barely caught anyone off guard as the cars sped out of their grid slots in perfect formation. Carotti and Mitchell both got a tow off Schmitz who had already firmly planted his car on the racing line to have the optimal turn in point for the first corner. It was clever, as it meant the second Red Bull would either have to take to the grass or brake early to stay on the road.
But Mark didn’t care about any of that when the front runners started to brake. It was always the worst concertina effect of the season at Monza, and while Sophie and James made it through cleanly, one of the Haas cars and both Aston Martins came out worse for wear as one went right into the back of the other. Jones was out of the race immediately, while Nichols was able to continue despite dropping to the back of the field with a puncture and no front wing. Curva Grande offered a brief pause before the second chicane, quickly followed by the two Lesmos. James and Sophie were still running in their starting positions, with Sophie staying tucked in her teammate’s slipstream to try and pull a gap on the eleventh placed Alpine behind right before the safety car was brought out.
Mark, Vanessa and Richard all exhaled in relief at the exact same time.
“She’s fine.” Vanessa said, lightly patting Mark’s arm in reassurance. “Why does this never get any easier?” She added in quick succession, and just about managed to take a small sip from her drinks bottle.
“If I ever find out the secret to dealing with it, you’ll be the first to know.” Mark said with a slightly strained chuckle as he pressed his radio headset against his ears to hear the exchange between Sophie and Chris on the radio.
“Remember to keep heat in your tyres for the restart, and James will give you a tow to try and keep Vasquez behind.”
At the mention of Sophie’s teammate, Mark quickly glanced over to the other side of the garage to see if Natasha was alright. As with every race she had attended, she held station next to James’ trainer and like Mark had her eyes fixed on the screens above. He thought about going over for a reassuring word when Mark’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and as he suspected it was a text from Mary asking if Sophie was alright. It must have been so busy at the airport that she hadn’t been able to stop by one of the bars showing the race.
He quickly texted back saying that Sophie was still in tenth place, and that the safety car was nothing to do with her. Mark reluctantly put his phone back in his pocket once he’d hit send, if Mary was busy then she wouldn’t be able to send more than a quick reply.
It hadn’t been the easiest decision to only attend a handful of races together, but with how much money they had put into Sophie’s career they weren’t in a position to be able to take any unpaid time off. And it was better for Sophie to have at least one of her parents in the back of the garage than neither of them.
“Are you alright Mr Knightsbridge?” Richard asked. At some point Mark had started chewing his thumbnail again.
“I’m fine.” He stuffed his hands firmly in his pockets. “And I’ve told you to call me Mark.” He affectionately scolded the press officer, gently nudging him with his elbow and a small smile for good measure.
“Sorry, old habits.”
The race restarted on lap 10, and while Sophie and James had initially pulled away from the Alpine behind, they were both undercut at the first round of pit stops which dropped Sophie out of the points. James tried as hard as he could to stay in Vasquez’s DRS, but it was no use. The McLaren, despite its rather stunning all over papaya vintage livery, just didn’t have the straight line speed to keep up.
Meanwhile up front nothing could phase Schmitz, who after nearly losing the lead at the first corner had went on to build enough of a gap to Carotti behind to retain the lead after his first and only pit stop, while Mitchell was in a permanent scrap to stay in third place ahead of Martinez in the second Ferrari.
There was a loud hiss in the garage on lap 42 when Watkins and Martens banged wheels as they went side by side through the second chicane fighting over fifth, both cars were unscathed until there was a burst of carbon fibre shards at the braking point for the first Lesmo and both cars seemingly had punctures. The incident brought out the virtual safety car, and both McLarens were called in for a fresh set of mediums. It dropped them out of the points, but Mark assumed that Amir’s thought process was with the rest of the grid on old hard tyres it would be easier for Sophie and James to make up places.
It was such a good idea, that about four other cars as well as Watkins and Martens were also called in for fresh tyres.
When the chequered flag fell at the end of lap 53, Schmitz won the race by twelve seconds while James and Sophie came home in eleventh and twelfth, not even close to tenth place.
A wave of disappointment crashed across the garage as mechanics and engineers looked at leach other with a mixture of defeated and resigned expressions. It was a feeling Mark knew well as he pulled his phone back out of his pocket to text Mary and Will the race result while Vanessa and Richard went down to parc fermé to wait for Sophie.
When Sophie finally returned to the garage after being weighed, she looked as glum as everyone else felt. But she still clasped hands and bumped fists with her mechanics and engineers before she handed Vanessa her helmet and made a beeline for Mark.
“Well done sweetheart.” He pulled his daughter into his arms for a tight hug, and kissed the top of her head just in case she needed it. “You did all you could, I’m proud of you.”
“It didn’t feel like it. I really thought Jan was going to get me on that last lap. If James hadn’t given me DRS…” Sophie trailed off with a sigh as she stepped out of the hug and fixed her team cap on top of her head. “I need to get these post-race interviews out of the way.”
“I’ll head back to the motorhome then.” Mark had very briefly contemplated offering to help with the derig of the garage, but when he remembered he was wearing trainers instead of steel toe-capped boots he decided he was probably better off keeping Vanessa company while Sophie went from interviews to the post-race debrief.
The only plus side from the day that Mark could come up with was that at least McLaren were holding onto fifth in the constructors standings by a country mile over Aston Martin. But what good was fifth when the whole garage wanted to be first?
“Hey Sophie!”
Everyone looked over their shoulders to see James call out and even jog to catch up with his teammate. Mark didn’t get to hear the full conversation as Sophie and Richard veered off in the direction of the press pen while Mark and Vanessa walked back into the air conditioned McLaren motorhome.
It was like déjà vu in the media pen for Sophie, as for the second time in seven days she found herself going through the racing driver’s book of excuses trying to explain where her race went wrong. Her only saving grace was that this time it was more to do with the car, and not her.
The debrief wasn’t much better. Almost everyone was down about the fact they’d converted a double top ten on the starting grid into nothing. And the added pressure to at least score points on the team’s anniversary weekend only made the atmosphere in the engineering trucks worse.
The car just simply wasn’t fast enough. Good cornering speed was no use on a circuit that was predominantly fast straights. Leena and Martin tried their best to find parts of the weekend that had gone well, and by the time the briefing was over the air amongst the team felt only marginally lighter.
“We’ve got a week off before we head out to Singapore. So get some rest, have some quality time with your families, and we’ll go again.” Were Martin’s parting words before he dismissed everyone with the best smile he could muster. Chris, who had been sat on Sophie’s left, puffed out his cheeks and let out a long sigh.
“Thank god we don’t do triple headers anymore.” He said with a shake of the head. Adam let out a grunt of agreement from Sophie’s right. Truth be told, she was grateful for a week off from racing as much as everyone else. Even though she was going to be jumping right into heat training with Vanessa to be as ready as she could be for Singapore.
“See you guys on Tuesday.” Sophie said to her engineers and they exchanged pats on the shoulder goodbye. Everyone would be back at the factory next week for more meetings and debriefs to go through the data from the weekend with a fine tooth comb.
When she got up out of her chair after gathering her things, Sophie saw James holding the door open for the last few stragglers. The two teammates ended up being the last to leave.
A part of Sophie felt frustrated. This was the seventh race where James had finished ahead of her on the road. And granted she had finished just over a second behind him, and Sophie knew that if she had managed to get ahead of James, she wouldn’t have managed to finish higher than eleventh either. She was just annoyed that she couldn’t give the team something to cheer for.
“Are you going to be at that sponsor photoshoot tomorrow?” James asked, stopping completely when he’d reached the bottom of the stairs, right in front of the door that led out into the paddock. It was operated by a push button, which was why it hadn’t opened automatically at their presence.
“The one in London?” James gave a small hum in reply. “I think so, I know I have a photoshoot tomorrow. I can double check with Richard if you’d like.”
While Sophie and James had already featured in many a sponsor campaign since January, their photoshoots had mostly been on completely different days due to their schedules, and the fact they lived in different countries. So she wasn’t surprised at James asking to check if for once they were going to be in the same place outside of a circuit or the factory.
“It’s fine, I just wondered if you wanted to grab some food after?” James said as he scratched behind his ear. “It’s alright if you don’t, I won’t be offended.”
Sophie huffed out the smallest of laughs at the implication that hanging out with her teammate completely outside of work was such an awful prospect. Even though Sophie assumed it would be at some ultra-exclusive restaurant which wasn’t really her cup of tea, she did still genuinely like James. And her feelings towards him had thankfully felt less complicated than they had back in Budapest. Because even though they got on well, had the odd mutual interest (unsurprisingly, vintage cars), and that Sophie felt she could trust him completely – something in the back of her mind told her they could never be anything more than teammates.
“That would be really nice.” Sophie said in quick reply.
“Great,” With a bright smile James pressed the button to open the door, and stepped out into the paddock. Sophie fell in step with him almost immediately. “I’ll see where I can book a table, but feel free to bring Vanessa along if you want a wing woman.”
As they crossed over to the motorhome a faint drizzle started to fall from the sky, it took everyone by surprise as they looked up at the faint grey clouds. No rain had been forecast until the late evening.
“See you tomorrow then.” Once inside, James made a couple of long strides over towards the stairs while Sophie headed over toward the table Mark and Vanessa were sitting at. Sophie knew they probably wouldn’t see each other at the airport, with her flying commercial and James on a private jet.
“See you tomorrow!” Sophie called out, and watched her teammate disappear upstairs.
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2023 Italian Grand Prix Classification
1st - Benedikt Schmitz (Red Bull) - 25pts 2nd - Giovanni Carotti (Ferrari) - 18pts 3rd - Alistair Mitchell (Red Bull) - 15pts 4th - Teo Martinez (Ferrari) - 12pts 5th - Daniel Jakobsson (Alpine) - 10pts 6th - Marc Pavard (Mercedes) - 8pts 7th - Erik Braun (Audi) - 6pts 8th - Nico Dumont (Alpha Tauri) - 4pts 9th - Nathan Watkins (Mercedes) - 2pts 10th - Cristóbal Vasquez (Alpine) - 1pt 11th - James Hewitt (McLaren) 12th - Sophie Knightsbridge (McLaren) 13th - Jan Martens (Audi) 14th - Aidan Glover (Williams) 15th - Evan McKinley (Williams) 16th - Antonio Lima (Alpha Tauri) 17th - Owen Nichols (Aston Martin) RET - Leon Bauer (Haas) RET - Tadashi Sato (Haas)RET - Aaron Jones (Aston Martin) Fastest Lap - Nathan Watkins - 1pt
2023 Championship Standings after Round Thirteen
Drivers Standings
1st - Benedikt Schmitz (SUI) - 226pts 2nd - Giovanni Carotti (ITA) - 189pts 3rd - Nathan Watkins (CAN) - 166pts 4th - Alistair Mitchell (GBR) - 144pts 5th - Cristóbal Vasquez (ESP) - 128pts (8th - Sophie Knightsbridge (GBR) - 61pts 10th - James Hewitt (GBR) - 45pts)
Constructors Standings
1st - Red Bull-Honda (AUT) - 370pts 2nd - Ferrari (ITA) - 285pts 3rd - Mercedes-AMG (GER) - 276pts 4th - Alpine-Renault (FRA) - 187pts 5th - McLaren-Mercedes (GBR) - 106pts
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Ahhhh, this is tew cute!!!! I gotta add on!!
They most definitely get called Huey and Riley at fam functions
They get in trouble for shouting A$AP Ferg and Pop Smoke lyrics at each other at the dinner table or as a greeting when one get home later than the other
Y'all know that one thing when Black parents be spazzing and traumatizing trying to help you with your homework? That is 42 to 1610 about Spanish class.
Rio and Jeff started putting 42 in braids after they switched at the school one too many times and 1610 ended up left at the planetarium on a school trip from they shenanigans when they were 6. Only 42 wears braids or twists because 1610 tender headed asf, like did the whole bucking-twisting around-then crying routine. 42 will literally fall asleep within 10 minutes of Rio or Aaron starting his braids.
They have that "My Twins in trouble/hurt" sense and will do anything to check in and get to each other when they feel it
42 gets up at 7 am on Sundays, turns on 90s NY rap to start cleaning they room and the hall.
1610 got a little headlight/soft lap that doesn't light the whole room so he can stay up until 4 am drawing
Jeff most def embarrassed Rio by putting the boys on leashes when they were toddlers because 1610 stayed climbing shit and 42 stayed racing off at the same damn time
Both boys equally sneak out but 1610's luck is shit and he stay getting close called by their parents. However, 42 folds everytime they mama call him, no matter if she caught on or not, he just confesses immediately and go home.
1610 handles his spice better than 42, but 42's sweet tooth is damn ridiculous
Hey sweetie, I’ve been a real big fan. Can you write some HCS or a fic about the both Miles being twins?
a/n: ABSOLUTELY 10000% YES. i had way too much fun with this oml. and omg thank you you’re so sweet! 😭 btw, let’s just pretend that in this au they don’t have the same name since they’re ‘twins’ lmao
— headcanons. miles and miles as twins
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Twins? Yes. Polar opposites? Definitely.
They both have a completely different sense of style, but one thing they have in common is that they both love Jordan’s. However I feel like miles!42 is a full blown sneakerhead. Has the better collection and often finds miles!1610 wearing his shoes, because somehow 42 always manages to win the snkrs raffles.
“Are those my brand new fuckin’ 4s?” “Uh… no?” “Take my shit off before I tweak out.”
42 keeps his side of the room squeaky clean, gets upset if there’s even a sock that does not belong to him on his side
Absolutely hates the song Sunflower. Cannot stand it, makes him wanna rip his hair out. The minute it came out 1610 played it into the dirt and 42 swears he can still hear it in his dreams till this day
1610 is the more affectionate one (outwardly) while 42 likes to pretend he’s completely devoid of that as if he doesn’t love his brother with everything in him.
“You got exactly three seconds to get off me.” “Just hug me back, damn!”
They’re the kind of brothers to open soundcloud, turn on a random trap beat and see who can go the longest freestyling. They do that thing where guys bring their fist to their mouths and squeal and shove each other out of excitement when they get a good flow going back and forth
42 is definitely the athletic type, plays football and soccer. 1610 is more in tune with his artistic side. Will play sports for fun but doesn’t care for them like that
42 is introverted as hell, doesn’t really like talking to people. 1610 is more of a social butterfly
They’ve never once liked the same girl. Ever. Their taste is drastically different
“Bro, you like a white girl?” “…Yes? What does her race have to do with anything?” “See me personally—“. “Literally nobody fucking asked.”
Used to help each other break out of their cribs when they were babies. Either that or Jeff and Rio would wake up to find that 42 had climbed into 1610’s crib after they’d been put down and slept with him instead. it was impossible to keep them apart from each other, so eventually they just broke down the second crib and let them use the one.
You can tell who is who in their baby pictures. You guessed it, 42 was the oddly solemn one who always wanted to play by himself. They worried about him for a bit. They also had to tickle him as an attempt to get him to smile in pictures, and just their luck, he’s never been ticklish
When they were eight years old, 1610 accidentally broke the wolverine action figure 42 never went anywhere without, and 42 cried about it for three days straight
They definitely ask for each other’s opinions on their outfits
“Do you think this shirt goes with these pants?” “The entire outfit is black… how would it not go together?”
They both obviously love their mother but 42 is the biggest mama’s boy. Always in the kitchen helping her cook, will watch her telenovelas with her and actually keep up with the plot. He’ll willingly follow her to the grocery store or accompany her on her ridiculously long Ross/Tjmaxx sprees because he likes hanging out with her
They terrorize the fuck outta their dad and have been doing so since they entered this world because they think it’s funny. Stupid shit like dying his boxers pink, or looking up a cracked tv screen video on youtube just to watch him nearly have a heart attack thinking they broke it. They used to twin-swap when they were younger to get out of certain things, but it’s 100% impossible to pull off now. They’re way too different, physically and mentally
Uncle Aaron took 42 to get his ears pierced when he was thirteen, something 1610 would never do. Rio basically had an aneurysm when he came home with them in and Jeff was not pleased but Aaron took the blame for it, said it was his idea. 42 made up some bullshit lie about how if he takes them out before they heal completely they’ll get infected. Still has them in till this day
42 is exactly fourteen minutes older and refuses to let 1610 hear the end of it, but 1610 is taller by an inch and weighs a little more.
“I don’t know why you’re talking shit like I’m not older than you. Pipe down lil’ bro.” “Sorry, is someone talking to me right now? Cause I sure as hell can’t see ‘em.” “Nigga it’s ONE INCH”
They’re definitely scrapping over that, and both get smacked upside their heads by Mama Rio for fighting with each other
42 needs the tv and the fan on, SIMULTANEOUSLY when he sleeps or he’ll be up the entire night. 1610 can’t stand it
1610 will try and turn the fan off after his brother’s been asleep for probably two hours, thinking he’s in the clear until he hears—
“Do you value your life? Turn my damn fan back on.”
Deep down 42 is a big ass softie and loves spending time with 1610, he has no idea what he’d do without him. He’s just not the best at expressing it. 1610 teases him about it simply because he enjoys aggravating his other half
“You still got plans with Ganke tonight?” “Nah, his mom’s dragging him to some baby shower.” “Oh, cool, cool… So what movie are we watching?” “Huh?” “Huh—Headass. What movie are we watching tonight?” “Sorry, I’m not understanding. Are you—asking to spend time… with me?” “Damn, I need to say it in Spanish? Matter fact, you probably won’t understand that either. No sabo ass.”
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