#im here for the drama tho

[ulfhrafnx]

because lira’s overall backstory has changed so drastically i wanted to mention that although lira in her skyrim verse appears to be your every day nord woman she isn’t , there’s no part of her in any fantasy verse ( default or otherwise ) that’s human anymore. eventhough she pretends to be to blend in whenever she needs to.

[yae-energy]

the reader being left for a white girl is so insane 😭

almost is never enough, miles morales x black fem reader

synopsis: saying that you and miles just didn’t work out was the easiest way to deal with the reality that you both were over. yet, deep down, both of you were aware of the real reason why things had to come to an end.

wc: 2.8k

a/n: i realized about 1.5k words in that i completely erased miles’ storyline of being spiderman. i’m sorry </3 but it kinda wasn’t relevant to the storyline so in this fic everyone is just normal teenagers lol. + not proofread.

THINGS BETWEEN YOU AND MILES started off amazing. it was a case of the typical childhood best friends who ended up falling in love. you had known miles since you gained consciousness. your mother and rio were close friends in high school and vowed that the both of their children would grow up to be the bestest of friends, just like them.

and of course, they kept their promise. —including their wishes that had been fulfilled. over the years, you and miles had been joined at the hip. you both hung out every day, whether or not you both had school, you just both had to make sure that you got to spend time together. at first, you genuinely cared for miles. he was your best friend, and nothing could ever change that.

you would hear stories about people falling in love with their best friends and just couldn’t believe it—or the endless teasing from both of your mothers claiming that you both would, “get married one day.” you continuously responded with an as if, rolling your eyes in the process. miles could do the same and the conversation would always end with the both of you reassuring that you would never be anything more than friends.

however, in came freshman year of high school. it was like a rush of emotions came in one day, and from that day forward, you would find yourself over-romanticizing every little thing miles did. whether it was putting his hand on your shoulder, or hugging you, with the small squeeze at the end pulling away with his signature smile before heading off to his home. the look that always left you speechless with the endless amounts of butterflies flying around in your stomach.

or the nights where you would sit in your room thinking, could he possibly like me? while throwing a balled-up piece of paper over and over into the air, trying to occupy your body as your mind had already been reserved for the boy you were deeply infatuated with. you also spent your free time trying to figure out how you were gonna tell him your feelings.

it was impossible to contain how you felt especially since you saw him every day. so there would come the day that you would finally have to let him know, but how? when? when is the perfect time that you could let him know this vital piece of information? then, the idea finally came to mind. homecoming.

it was early september, meaning that the homecoming dance was coming in a few weeks and it would be the ideal occasion for your confession. so you spent the next week, coming up with ideas for how you would ask him and what corny joke could you write on a poster. you had a few pages of drafts drawn in your notebook and left it on your desk just so you wouldn’t lose it. unfortunately, that next day, while you and miles were hanging out, he started to snoop around in your things.

at first, you didn’t mind because you both did it to each other often, but once you realized that he was going through the same notebook you had ideas for homecoming proposals your heart dropped.

“hoco proposal ideas?” he read out loud, slightly confused. he looked up at your frozen figure, tilting his head to the side.

“uh..” you looked down. “yeah. i was planning on taking someone to homecoming. it’s nothing, kinda stupid ‘nyways.” you got up and walked up to him gently taking the notebook out of his hand, and dropping it into the trash next to you out of nervousness.

“stupid? no. honestly, the ideas were pretty cool.” he smiled. “i mean, if you were asking me, i would be dumb to say no to that.” he chuckled and you followed suit. he sat back down in your desk seat and spun around. your mind overflowed with the possibility that he probably reciprocated your feelings. you hurriedly walked back to your bed and you both went back to your situation. him not knowing that your ideas were meant for you.

today was the day. it was one week before homecoming and you had everything you had prepared tucked away in your closet. miles was on the way and you were more nervous than you had ever been in your whole life. you were pacing around your room, trying to compose yourself for what was about to happen. soon you heard your door open, and miles walking in.

“hey…. y/n?” his sentence first started enthusiastically but soon the look on his face read perplexed. he was just witnessing you throwing your hands around while walking around in your room frantically. somehow you didn’t hear him and were too wrapped up in your thought process that when you finally realized he was standing there your heart stopped.

“miles! h…hey.”

“looks like you’re having a good time.” he closed the door behind himself.

“yeah, i was.” you scratched your neck before sitting down in the chair next to you.

“sooo… n/n.” the way he said your nickname never failed to make you melt on the inside. “what are you wearing to homecoming? me and my mom already picked out this sick suit. it has all my favorite colors on it without looking too… tacky? you know what i’m sayin’?” you shook your head in response.

“yeah, actually me and my dad we’re going to go shopping together tomorrow. but speaking of hoco.” you stood up. “can i ask you something?”

“sure! anything.” he watched you as you open your closet door, and bring out a big white poster rolled up along with a bouquet full of lollipops. his eyebrow raised as he was curious as to what you were up to.

“i didn’t know how to do this or how to tell you this miles.” you slid the rubber band off of the poster for it to unravel and show big words written neatly with design. “but i was wondering…” you swallowed. “if you would go to homecoming with me?” he looked at you with wide eyes. his eyes scanned the writing in front of him.

“i’d be a dum-dum if i didn’t go to homecoming with you.” he said, reading the poster out loud. his eyes suddenly softened and he stood up. he walked over you and engulfed you in a hug. you were taken aback but you hesitantly returned it not knowing how he would respond. he pulled away, still holding your arms.

“yeah. yeah, i’ll go with you.” you both shared smiles before embracing each other again. “i was hoping that you were asking me, y’know?” you pulled back this time.

“oh really?”

“yeah, i mean, those ideas couldn’t have been for anyone else. and plus, i like to think that i would be a perfect fit as your date.” you hit him playfully as he laughed. his eyes lingered on yours a little longer before he leaned toward you to give you a peck on the cheek. the temperature in your room seemed to raise and in that moment, your body malfunctioned. you couldn’t believe what was happening, but what you did know, was that it was finally in the air. your feelings were clear and he most likely felt the same way and you were content.

homecoming night you both were officially boyfriend and girlfriend. if your happiness had to be determined on a scale, you would’ve broken the machine. you went home that night and the first thing you did was scream into your pillow and kicked your feet into the air. you were excited for the next days to come.

over your freshman year, you both were known as the golden couple in your grade. it was a stupid name, sure, but you didn’t care. the entire freshman class knew not to try making moves on you or miles, because you both were devoted to each other.

it was hard to split you too up, especially after homecoming. you guys waited another week before letting both of your parents know that you both had started dating. your mom and rio were overly excited for you both. rio wouldn’t stop going on and on about her mijo finally finding someone who made him happy. you both sat there mildly embarrassed but happy that you told them because keeping the secret had been hell.

your freshman year as miles’ girlfriend, god that felt good to say, went by in a breeze and it was already the beginning of sophomore year. it was coming on your one year anniversary and you were stoked. you had been planning on telling him that you loved him. the only reason you hadn’t said anything before was because you were keen on taking things slow.

you didn’t wanna rush into things with him and he also respected your wishes. it took the both of you 6 months to have your first kiss, so the relationship was going in a slow pace intimacy wise but you both were happy so it bothered neither of you too much.

it was after school when miles asked you to come over by his house, because he had something to show you. you agreed, letting your mom know that you were leaving them made your way to his house. a few minutes later, you ended up at this front door and ringing the doorbell. his mom answered. “y/n! hi! did miles want you?” you nodded.

“hi mrs. morales, and yeah, he said he had something to show me. no idea what it is.” you shrugged.

“awww, cariño, you don’t have to call me that. just call me rio.”

“is this a trap? you hate when young people call you by your first name.” she glared at you for a second before a smirked appeared on her face.

“that’s right. good girl, y/n.” she patted the top of your head before walking away. you shook your head before heading up to miles’ room. as you got to his door, you knocked on it before opening.

“miles?” you peeped your head in, watching him look up at the door in shock. his room was dark, but surrounded by lit candles. his hands holding a bouquet of roses. your eyes widen and your hand covered your mouth. you walked in completely and closed his door.

“hey y/n. i’ve never done this type of stuff before so excuse if this seems… corny?” his voice raised an octave higher at the end of his sentence. he raised the roses toward you, which you took with tears rolling down your cheeks. “happy one year, n/n.” speechless, you set the roses aside and quickly enclasped the boy in front of you. he hugged you back. “happy one year miles. i love you.”

he pulled back, he laughed awkwardly. “i kinda wanted to say that first. but, i love you too.”

✾

that was the last intimate moment you and miles had together before she showed up. she was the new girl at your high school, moving from a different city. why? no one knew. her name floated the halls, gwen. you didn’t like the name gwen. it sounded weird. maybe you didn’t care about the name, maybe you just didn’t like her.

miles was assigned to show her around and help her around the school, just your fucking luck. miles of course offered that he could have you stick around with them and that he’ll find some excuse to get you out of class. at first you wanted to deny because you didn’t want to seem like an overbearing girlfriend, and he reassured you that he didn’t care and that he didn’t feel that way.

so you accepted, and the entire time you felt like that you were third-wheeling the happy couple. maybe you were just overthinking things, and just being jealous, but the way he talked to her and the subtle way his hands would always make it to her shoulder while they talked left an unsettling feeling in your stomach.

his eyes lit up while talking to her. the way he would stare so lovingly at her as she spoke, the same way he used to look at you. and this wasn’t the first time they hung out with each other, so you couldn’t have imagined what they looked like alone. anyone with a brain would assume they were perfect for each other.

nonetheless, you took all this information with a grain of salt. you didn’t want to assume, or paint miles out to be the bad guy when he wasn’t. he still treated you the same way he’s always treated you. the flirtatious banter and daily hangouts between you too never stopped. things were exactly the same, even with her in the picture. so you just assumed that he just really liked being her friend. it’s not like he didn’t have a lot of friends, but he never really clicked with a lot of people besides ganke. so you were happy for him.

but over time, he started to leave your hangouts more often. or would get a text, stand up quickly, and state that he had to leave. he would give you a kiss and a brief goodnight before leaving out of your room in a rush.

“yeah, and i told her that she was kinda stupid for leaving him on read like that.” you explained to miles, who was sitting next to you, holding your hand while you told him that your friend was stupidly playing hard to get with someone who wanted to be with. “and i’m like, if you like him so much, why don’t you just—“ a loud ping interrupted your speech. it was miles’ phone. he grabbed it and his face grew into a smile.

“gotta go. it’s gwen. i’ll see you later, okay?” you nodded your head. one thing about miles, is that he was transparent. too transparent. maybe he would’ve done better if he just lied too your face about who it was. it would spare the heartbreak that you were enduring hearing that name that you sure you had escaped this time around. he gave you a kiss on the lips before hopping out of your bed and out your window, for a quick shortcut and to avoid running down stairs.

this happened time and time again. to the point where he stopped giving you kisses on the way out or having a huge lack of physical affection. after an entire month of this nonsense, you figured that it was time for a talk with miles. to see where his head was at, feelings and relationship wise. did he still want to continue playing this game with you or would he give you the same bullshit excuses that he kept pursuing each time you questioned his friendship with gwen.

she seemed like a nice girl, but the conversations you both would have would always end awkwardly with miles suddenly intervening. you just couldn’t get along with her knowing she maybe had feelings for your boyfriend.

you sent him a message saying that you both needed to talk and he had to come over immediately. a few minutes after he read your message, your bedroom door opened to a worried miles.

“y/n? what’s wrong?” he sat down in front of you, placing a hand on your leg. you nearly flinched from the way that was the first time he had touched you in that way for two weeks. you sighed.

“what’s going on between you and gwen, miles?” you could barely form the words coming out of your mouth. “and don’t fucking lie to me.”

it was silent. you expected miles to instantly flood you with reassurance and say that he would never do that to you, and that he loved you and only you. you both had been going on for a year and a month and nothing would change that. that he only had eyes for you and gwen was just a great friend. nothing could have prepared you for what he would say next.

“i think i like her, y/n. like a lot.” you heart dropped.

“of course you do.” you shoved his hand off your leg, anger overcoming your senses. “i should’ve known.”

“look, y/n, i’m sorry—“

“no you aren’t. just get out my room miles.” you were entirely too close to screaming and going off on him. you would if you weren’t in your room and that your parents would hear everything you said loud and clear.

“but n/n—“

“get. out.” you clenched your teeth together, trying not to raise the volume of your voice as he used your nickname so effortlessly, like he just didn’t tear your entire world apart with those simple words. he looked at you for a little while longer before standing up and leaving your room.

all the emotions you managed to keep inside yourself for the past months came out and you started sobbing into your pillow. as your tears drenched the place you lay your head, you realized that not only you had lost your first love but your lifelong best friend.

[divineandmajesticinone]

4 MINUTES (2024) I 1.03 "I didn't think you were like this. Like what? Like this..."

[quinn-pop]

mtdd week day 5 - au

idol au moment yayyy. they have history

[nano30cm]

something like that...

pg 6 / 26

[kamiversee]

Everyone please treat Kami with respect she is a normal human being like you so think twice before doing and saying anything rash…. Istg people have no shame

This. & I’m leaving this as my last post about the drama, state of the world, & or anything else that has nothing to do with jjk, my fics, or my blog.

I’m tired guys. I’ve BEEN tired.

Writing keeps me going more than you guys know because I don’t only write smut/erotica. I have other projects I work on in my free time — writing & being an author is an escape for me.

I have a life outside of tumblr. A family that gives me just as much stress as literally anything else on this God forsaken planet. My soul is exhausted & I am drained—I always have been. Writing/tumblr & my friends are literally what keeps me going because I find so much joy in those two things. Three days in a row I have logged onto this fuckass app & dealt with some ignorant comments or just blatant hate & this is my last time telling y’all that I’m SO tired of it.

I appreciate the support & love I’ve been given thus far & my heart goes out to all those out there, genuinely. 💗💗

If anyone else has anything negative to say to me I won’t even respond to it anymore; leave me the fuck alone. Let me write what tf I wanna write. Let me live while I actually still can.

& if you voted for Trump or you support trump—kindly get the fuck off of my page, thank you.

[2laffy2]

Me watching the genshin impact drama going on be like:

[yourbenevolence]

I've got some tricks up my sleeve

Takes one to know one,

You're a cowboy like me

Finally posting again for a piece based on @attorneytrash ‘s fic Such Terrible Tales !! Been all I’ve thinking about for so long🫶🫶😭

[machiavellli]

I’ll go into a social media exile for a bit, so idk when I’ll be back, but just picture me like this while I’m gone: working <3

[mariocki]

Shadows of Fear: At Occupier's Risk (1.3, Thames, 1971)

"I happened to look into one of the other rooms and there were dust sheets."

"If there were other guests, you would have seen them."

"I once lived in a flat for six months and never saw anyone in the house. Heard them, yes, but never saw them."

"No. There's no one else here."

"Good."

[mondstalgia]

If you ever catch me calling ChenAi the side couple in Kiseki please check in on me cause something must be severely wrong.

[angel---eater]

oof theres this new person in one of the servers im in who keeps trying to... idk, bait people?? probably not actively bait people. they keep putting little feelers out to initiate ship bashing and shipwar behavior in a 'you agree with me right? cause everyone knows this [insert really historically popular fandom ship] is groooooss lol' kind of way. and the only reason im thinking abt this is because this servers first rule, like literally right at the top of the rules channel, is 'no ship bashing under no circumstances for any ship', point blank period. this is a if you dont have anything nice to say dont say it kinda space for everyones peace of mind. its a lil piece of escapism in a lil dedicated ship server. so im sittin here like okay. aight dude. youre looking to get angry about something that doesnt matter with new people to get the blood pumpin. i feel that. but theres a time and place 😭😭😭do that shit with your friends ur yelling in the wrong fandom echochamber..... this one is full of love and peace.....

[fictive-culture]

Was gonna make this a fictive culture is post to queue but then decided I wanted to make a long thing tw: anti endo mention

Sometimes fictive culture or even just Introject culture is something negative happening related to the source and headmates not showing up till after the bad feeling subside by time

By this I mean that and I don't talk about this often but when we first realized we were a system we were eventually presented with telling our friends, sure there is always the option of not telling they aren't owed that information but for better or worse we hate being friends with people that don't know? We hate hiding ourselves and not being able to be friends with people as individuals rather than a collective. We were horrified and while it went well for the most part, the system I already knew was thankfully supportive of endos and another friend even shot back with a same! There was one friend that wasn't supportive a singlet that was firmly anti endo and one of my best friends at the time. We met on a kin server both being tf2 kin though after realizing we were a system those tf2 kins were for sure not kins. We were both huge fans and would create things for each other fanart, writing. It hurt a lot losing them and even if we didn't have solid proof we knew we had tf2 headmates could feel them even if we couldn't interact with them. It's been nearly two years since then, and they fronted for the first time since learning we were a system in September of last year just a few months ago and we were ecstatic. Just felt like a sign we were healing and we were getting truly comfortable in our shared reality and it felt so nice knowing they weren't trapped any longer we have names and faces to people we couldn't reach for so long and it makes us genuinely so happy to see them on our sp and see their chat messages we can also look at tf2 content without being sad anymore? We can enjoy something we lost for a really long time and I don't know I just wanted to share that with y'all? Things hurt but it lessens over time, if you lost a joy you may be able to enjoy it again one day, if you are worried about a headmate they may return to you one day, if you are that headmate from a source the body has bad memories of know that you will still be missed that you are still wanted and your sysmates will smile and cry and hug you if you returned from disappearing. Sometimes we still miss them, especially one of our tf2 crewmates but we are all much happier knowing they aren't in our life and we aren't trying to fit into their box of what is and isn't okay. Even if we did end up being mostly traumagenic traumaendo the endo part is still so important to us and we and all of you deserve people that accept and love those parts of you too.

[ryssbelle]

Me when someone thinks they’ve won by blocking me but now I don’t have to see their rancid takes in the tags anymore

[onfjre]

coby is know you mean well but i worry that this survey is gonna cause issues between phannie twt and phannie tumblr and i get scared cos i already feel like there’s a lot of tension between us all when i really wish there wouldn’t be like we’re all here for the same thing yknow

i understand that completely--but that's not the point of the survey at all! i just want to collect data on the dan and phil phandom as a whole and if i only post on twitter it would skew the demographic 😭 esp as some people only have tumblr!

if anything, i'm hoping this will counter cross-platform bias and offer new perspectives. if drama does arise i'll eat my words but i've tried my best to be as impartial as possible.

[nano30cm]

im sure they all get along swimmingly