#last thing i watched was moon knight

[iam-siriuslysher-lokid]

I just finished Loki Season 2 and my my,

THAT IS ABSOLUTELY THE BEST CHARACTER ARC THAT WAS EVER WRITTEN LIKE I WAS CRYING I WAS TRANSCENDED IT WAS "MARVEL"OUS EXPERIENCE

DISNEY DONT FCK IT UP, HIRE THE GOD WRITERS, SFX, CREATIVE PEOPLE TO KEEP THIS COMING BC THIS IS WHAT WE NEED. THIS IS THE KIND OF STORY WE CRAVE FOR

JUST SPEECHLESS. THAT WAS 14 YEARS IN THE MAKING

Thank you Tom Hiddleston. I love you so much ever since I saw you in Thor 1. Now we know why the time stone's color is emerald.

[thevelominati]

[party-lemon]

my toxic trait is watching tv shows when they're not trending anymore. I'm like, "oh, people said this was good, I'll watch it" but people were saying it was good months ago, so when i finally finish it, i have no one to talk about it with because they've moved on

[des2dream]

IndieAnimationDay Highlights✨

Say 'Yay'! It's IndieAnimationDay! A day to celebrate all those independent animators, storyboard artists, cleanup animators, writers etc. out there because we all know how difficult it is to work on animation. We also know how difficult it is to be given dreadful deadlines, people not crediting your work, and dealing with the presence of A.I. Today is the day to celebrate those who give it their all to make something all their own without anyone holding them back! I have three special projects I'd like to highlight for this occasion.

1. Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want To Be A Magical Girl!✨🌃🧀

In our first installment, we have an upcoming animatic project, Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want To Be A Magical Girl created by @kianamaiart. Our main character, Aika is an optimistic & excitable teenage girl eager to try new things....as long as one of those new things doesn't involve being a magical girl. Well, too bad for her because she is now "The Chosen One" and has to stop Lady DeVoid from plaguing the world in darkness with the help of her star being aid, Hoshi and her new manga-loving friend, Zira. I love this concept so much! As someone who enjoys watching Sailor Moon (the catalyst for Magical Girls), it's such a fun idea to see how much these familiar magical girl tropes will get shut down by either Aika or any other characters. I also really love the character designs, the art style, and the voice cast. We have the voice actresses for Mirko in My Hero Academia and Madoka Magica (one of the other popular Magical Girls)! You should also check out the rest of the cast. I'm so excited!

2. Lumi and the Great Big Galaxy👽🌌🌟

For our next installment, we have an upcoming animated pilot, Lumi and the Great Big Galaxy created by @starteas. The story has a group of alien friends traveling the galaxy in order to help a lost star named, Lumi find their way back home. As soon as I saw this, it gave me Wander Over Yonder vibes which is cute because it's actually one of the inspirations for this pilot. The same thing goes for Steven Universe! Two animated shows that I love so much! Starteas had been working on this pilot for a long time and you can tell if you've seen their art over the years with how much the character designs change. I feel like I'll really enjoy this cast of wacky characters and I'm more hooked on the supposed villain, Void who has one of the best designs for a bad guy. This pilot looks so cute! I have a feeling I'm really going to enjoy it!

3. Knights of Guinevere💙👑🗡

Here is our last installment! Created by @danaterrace (creator of The Owl House), John Bailey (writer in The Owl House & Future Worm), & Zach Marcus (writer, storyboard artist, & designer/The Owl House & Star Vs. The Forces of Evil) comes the next future animated pilot, Knights of Guinevere. The project is also partnered with Glitch Productions (making this their first 2D animation). We don't have much context on this pilot, but it does involve a space princess in a theme park called, Park Planet. As for the premise, my guess is it may involve the princess not being what she seems, a woman stuck in a fantasy simulation, or maybe the princess is a broken-down robot continuously stuck as a mascot. We won't know until later, but I am excited for what's to come since it plans to be released sometime later this year. I've been a fan of Glitch's previous successful animated shows like Digital Circus & Meta Runner, so I hope this will turn out well in the end.

Happy IndieAnimation Day, everyone! You have the ability to make your dreams come true and I find animation to be one of the best forms of creation and storytelling. Even if you're not an animator, you're still capable of creating what you want. Art is everywhere and it is beautiful!

[wispitty]

(short reacts) | "you forgot to say goodnight" + one piece men

summary: it’s middle of the night and you shuffle into their room in your cute lil pajamas, sleepy eyes & bedhead.

characters: crocodile, mihawk, marco, ace, shanks, law, corazon

CROCODILE

He’s still half-awake in his office, reading something at his desk.

You tiptoe in—rubbing your eyes, wearing soft cotton shorts and an oversized shirt, one of his.

“...Crocodile?”

He looks up.

Stares.

“What are you doing awake?”

You shuffle your feet.

“I forgot to say goodnight…”

He freezes.

Puts the cigar down. Stands slowly.

“You came all this way… for that?”

You nod sleepily. He’s silent for a moment.

Then he strides over, bends down, and lifts you into his arms. Cradles you like you're the last piece of softness left in this world.

“Idiot,” he mutters, voice rough. “You’ll ruin me one day.”

Carries you to bed. Tucks you in.

And just before you drift off, you feel his lips brush your forehead.

MIHAWK

He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, polishing a blade.

You shuffle in like a sleepy kitten.

He blinks. Slowly sets the blade down.

“You’re awake.”

“...Forgot to say goodnight…”

You yawn mid-sentence, rubbing your eyes.

He’s silent. Watching.

Then he stands, walks over, and gently takes your hand.

“That was reckless,” he murmurs, guiding you out the room.

“Why?”

“Because now I don’t want to let you go.”

He lifts you into his arms and carries you back to your quarters like a knight delivering a sleeping princess.

MARCO

He’s lying on the couch, resting. Barely awake.

You wander in, blanket dragging behind you.

“Marco…”

“Mm?” Eyes still closed.

“...I forgot to say goodnight…”

His eyes snap open. He stares at you. Smiles like you’re the moon.

“Oh, sweetheart… you didn’t have to—”

You sway on your feet.

He’s up instantly. Gathers you up in his arms, blanket and all.

“Guess I’ll just have to say it for both of us, yoi.”

Carries you back to your room, kissing your forehead the whole way.

“G’night, songbird. Sweet dreams.”

ACE

He’s mid-sleep, one leg off the bed, snoring softly.

You knock gently, peek in.

“Ace…?”

“Huh—? Wha—?!”

He bolts upright, hair wild.

“Everything okay?! What happened?!”

“...I forgot to say goodnight.”

He stares.

Goes beet red.

“Y-You—you came in here just for that?!”

You nod, eyes already closing again.

He sighs. Grumbles.

You wobble.

He catches you, panicking.

“Okay nope, you're gonna fall—c’mere!”

He scoops you up and carries you back, whispering:

“...Cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Not fair.”

Right as he reaches your door, he pauses. Stares at it a second.

And turns right back around to his, with you still in his arms.

SHANKS

He’s on the deck, staring at the stars. Rum in hand.

You waddle out in your slippers and robe.

“Shanks…”

“Sweetheart? What’s wrong? Can't sleep?”

You rub your eye with a little whimper.

“...Forgot to say goodnight…”

He goes still.

And then grins so hard he almost tips backward.

“You precious little minx…”

Walks over. Lifts you right off your feet.

“Guess I’ll have to remind you every night now, huh?”

Carries you to bed. Kisses your temple.

“Sweet dreams, starlight.”

LAW

He’s still in the medbay, cleaning up.

You peek your head in, wearing sleepy clothes and a bunny clip in your hair.

“Law…”

He turns. Blinks at the sight of you.

“Why are you up?”

“...I forgot to say goodnight…”

He stares.

You stare.

He quietly sets down the clipboard and walks over.

Then, softly:

“You’re insane.”

You look crushed.

He sighs. Wraps an arm around you.

“But I’m worse.”

He picks you up. Carries you like you’re his entire heart.

Whispers in your ear:

“...Don’t forget again.”

CORAZON

You pad into his room. His coat is hung, lights dimmed.

You tug on his sleeve.

“Rosiii…”

He turns.

You pout, eyes glossy.

“I forgot to say goodnight…”

He gasps.

Immediately scoops you up.

Spins you gently. Cries a little.

Writes frantically on a note:

“I was WAITING FOR YOU TO COME SAY IT.”

You giggle sleepily.

He scribbles again:

“Don’t walk! I’ll carry you back. Forever.”

And he does. You’re asleep before he even makes it to the hall.

[thevibraniumveterans]

I have THOUGHTS about… ahem… the “Thunderbolts*”…

SPOILER ALERT!!!

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT…

LAST WARNING!

I’ve just watched the film this evening and I have so many thoughts off the top of my head and in no particular order

Valentina, you SCHEMING little shit, I KNEW something was up! That was insane.

Movie was big on mental health, for sure.

I previously thought we’d see Bucky going up against himself, but I was wrong; why would he ever need to do that? The MCU was his process and we’ve been watching him absolutely go through it.

And speaking of going through it, Bob and his room reminded me of Moon Knight, what with the abusive parents and whatnot, him being in the safest room he can be in, surrounded by toys.

And speaking of rooms. Yelena’s scenes around the Red Room situations, oof, that must’ve been really hard on her, that she could not change anything, that it would keep happening.

The whole you-don’t-have-to-do-this-alone aspect of the film was so well made, and that one scene near the end, the group hug, heartwarming. Very emotional scene. Loved it.

Very nearly upstaged by the previous scenes where Bucky, Walker, Ava, Yelena, and Alexei stopped that stone slab from hitting the ground, saving civilians

Alexei was hilarious throughout the whole movie, awesome at that

HOLY SHIT THE NEW AVENGERS??? I’ll get back to that in a bit but OMG.

The thing about Bob punching his own dark reflection and almost becoming what he feared the most was just… so so well done, that even when he was being mocked, he found the strength to get up and fight back, inspiring the others to get up and fight back too, and fight back together

Taskmaster? Yeah, we knew she was toast within the first 20 minutes but not how, now we know that Val had sent Taskmaster to kill Walker to kill Yelena to kill Ghost

That was one hell of an introduction though

And speaking of introductions, I gotta say something about the post-credits scene. First off, those new outfits are really cool; Walker getting a beret?? BUCKY GETTING A NEW OUTFIT AND A STAR OVER HIS RIGHT ARM?? I love that it’s navy blue now. AND THE FANTASTIC FOUR SHIP?? We know F4 is right around the corner this summer; I’m guessing that in the mid- and/or post-credits scene(s) of that movie we’ll have the F4 interact with the New Avengers before DOOMSDAY

And speaking of the New Avengers! That was Val’s whole setup! She had to get all shady and morally grey and villainy-like, trying to get her potential Avengers members to kill each other in some kind of wretched test to see how’d they fare against each other.

And oh right, BUCKY SAID SAM ISN’T HAPPY about the New Avengers; remember in CABNW Sam said that Ross told him to form a new team? What kind of beef is Val having with whoever is the president now? I mean it’s not like Bucky put together a team, it was just convenient that four of them were in the same car. But think about it, in the Doomsday lineup video, Anthony Mackie was third and Sebastian fourth, so the fact that they’re really high up on the roster and right next to each other tells me that Sam may be mad an Avengers team has been formed and there was nothing he could do about it

And like, it’s 2027 in the MCU now, right? The movie ends like 14 months later so now it’s freakin’ 2028 in the MCU now.

Bob is a cool person, I think, Sentry was the midpoint between Bob and the Void, and Bob doesn’t want to become the Sentry due to how he’d also become the Void - this avoidance is kinda like how Banner didn’t want to become Hulk but then reconciled. I like Bob’s dynamic with Yelena.

The whole metaphor of walking into the void is like choosing to confront your shame, your darkness, the things you think you don’t deserve sympathy for, but then again the whole point of Yelena, Bucky, Walker, and Ava coming together to group hug Bob was just so good.

It’s hilarious that Val didn’t just go “I’m putting together a team”, she went “Imma send these misfits to kill each other, send my latest project to kill them, ALL IN THE GUISE OF HOPING THEY ALL TEAM THE EFF UP but I can’t tell anyone that until the events I put into motion cause them to save the city and become the heroes I always knew they were” and honestly? What the hell, Valentina?! 🤣 You played them, you played us, well effing done, loved it, 15/10 no notes.

Bucky with the good hair! 🤩

Oh and the mid-credits artwork referencing famous historical promo, the Yelena “We can do it” poster referencing the WWII Rosie the Riveter propaganda, the team shot referencing the “Raising the Flag on Iwo Jima” photo

And part of the artwork also being in-universe headlines of people not exactly loving the New Avengers

And the classic Avengers theme song as the undercurrent for the main theme of this movie!

I may have other points but I’ll save them for later, I think??

[sarahghetti]

can you pretend to be my boyfriend?; m.k.

pairing: marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader

summary: the boys pretend to be your boyfriend in order to save you from a creepy stranger.

warnings: inappropriate behaviour towards the reader, female!reader.

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steven

you lean over the gift shop counter, eyes wide as you ask, “can you pretend to be my boyfriend?”

poor steven is just confused at first.

“pretend to be—wait, what do you mean—?”

he doesn’t get a chance to finish that thought because the man who’s been trying to flirt with you all day suddenly rounds the corner, and you’re out of time.

“there you are!” a smarmy grin, eyes looking you up and down. it makes your skin crawl. “I was worried that you might’ve left before I could get a chance to talk to you again.”

“yeah, wouldn’t want that, now, would we?” you mutter.

it clicks in steven’s brain then, though not exactly fast enough for him to come up with a retort other than, “right, yeah, right.”

the man’s attention doesn’t waver from you, however, and you squirm on the spot. time for a hail mary, you suppose, turning back to steven. “are we still good for lunch, babe?”

“oh, yes, lunch—right, of course, love,” steven nods, more confident. “I just need to finish up some last things here, if you’re willing to wait a bit?”

you’re ready to say no worries, take all the time you need when the guy scoffs, barely sparing steven a glance. “a sales clerk? really?”

“better than the wet tissue you are, bruv,” steven snaps back, so fast that he surprises himself a little. something simmers under the man’s expression, but steven’s faster. “do I need to call security?”

that finally gets to the guy, who just mutters curses under his breath before finally pissing off. your smile is genuine now when you look at steven. “thanks for that.”

“no worries—are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you nod. “don’t suppose you’re actually free right now, are you? the least I could do is buy you lunch as thanks.”

luckily for the both of you, he is, and he rounds the counter with a wide smile on his face before you lead the two of you out.

marc

he’s just waiting to place his order at a coffee shop when you walk in, some guy hot on your heels and prattling on despite your obvious discomfort.

“oh, hey, babe!” he doesn’t even realize you’re calling out to him until he meets your gaze, and the pleading look in your eyes is all he needs to understand what’s going on. “sorry I’m late.”

“it’s all good.” marc knows the drill, injecting warmth into his smile as he walks up to greet you. he gives you a small nod, letting you know that he’s got your back as he slips his hand into yours. “was worried about you for a minute there.”

“wait, are you two…?” the man looks between you, eyebrows furrowed.

“mhm.” he keeps his tone light, but is secretly watching like a hawk for any signs of escalation. when the guy’s mouth twists into a scowl, marc subtly tugs you behind him.

“you never said you had a boyfriend.” the venom in the words is terrifying, but marc doesn’t flinch.

“no need to cause a scene, man,” he says, tone amicable, but you take a peek at his face and his expression is as hard as stone. “now, if you’ll excuse us.”

marc leads you back into the line to order, squeezing your hand gently to stop you from looking over your shoulder. there’s the heavy stomping of feet before you hear the bell ring over the door as the guy leaves.

the relief is palpable. you finally let go of marc’s hand, face warm as you smile sheepishly at him. “thanks for the help. let me buy you a coffee?”

“don’t worry about it.” he shakes his head, but you offer again and, well, if you insist. he doesn’t mind spending the rest of his afternoon with you at all.

jake

he’s the one to notice your discomfort from across the pub, how you subtly shift away from the man leaning in close to speak directly into your ear.

when you meet his eyes, you mouth, help? and jake doesn’t even think twice before downing the rest of his drink and making his way to your table. he slaps a hand down onto the guy’s shoulder, making him jump. “think you’re in my seat, hombre.”

the man’s greasy smirk twitches, obviously thinking that jake is interrupting his ‘game’ or whatever the fuck. “nah, man, I’m just—”

“trying to hit on my girl, yeah, I can see that.” jake grins at him, but you get the impression that he’s baring his teeth more than anything. he looks to you, and his gaze softens. “you okay, there, baby?”

“better now,” you say, and it’s not a lie.

the guy turns to jake fully, sizing him up. “you think you’re so tough, huh?”

jake doesn’t even blink, just raises a single eyebrow as if daring for him to suggest taking the matter outside. it’s not even a competition, because the man backs off a moment later, angrily slipping out of the booth without looking back.

you don’t breathe until the guy finally leaves the building, at which point a heavy sigh falls from your lips.

“the nerve of that guy,” jake mutters, clicking his tongue.

“right?” you shake your head, then gesture to the now-vacant seat beside you. “care for a drink? I think I owe you after your help back there.”

“you owe me nothing,” he corrects, but slides in beside you anyways, taking your offer with a smile.

[checkeredflagggs]

Picture Perfect

pairing: logan sargeant x fem!photographer!reader

summary: logan’s girl travels with him as his personal photographer

a/n: I’m still working on the next Lando piece but I was out watching the northern lights last night and this one pretty much wrote itself

a/n: also and as usual I’m throwing timelines and official schedules and actual facts of races in the garbage. Living my best delulu life where Logan got the actual chance he deserved

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305girl: my boy, my boy, my boy how I love you so…congrats on your first f1 race baby!! Despite everything you did so well today 🩵🩵🩵

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user1: that’s our American racer!!

↳user2: you did good today Logan!

oscarpiastri: first race down 👊🏻🧡 many more to go!

↳logansargeant: congrats osc! 🩵 we did it!

↳305girl: my racer boys!! You’re officially formula racers 💚💚

↳oscarpiastri: good to have you here for this — maybe you’ll get some photos of me next time

↳logansargeant: nope! Contractually only able to take my photos

↳oscarpiastri: seriously?

↳305girl: yup

↳user3: this is the best thing ever

user4: 🙋🏾‍♀️ new American fan - who is 305girl? Help?

↳user5: haha 🤣 she’s Logan’s girlfriend! They’ve been together for years - childhood friends I think!

↳305girl: correcto! Best friends since I threw down against some bullies for him

↳logansargeant: my knight in a sparkly pink skirt and mud stained tights

↳305girl: you know it!

↳user4: oh my god that’s adorable

alex_albon: congratulations on your first race Logan!

↳logansargeant: thanks Alex! Can’t wait for more

↳alex_albon: absolutely! We’ll come back stronger next time

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305girl: my boy looks so good in red I had to continue the theme featuring Paris and my darkroom

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user5: oh my god 😍🥵❤️ red is definitely his color

user6: Paris looks good on Logan!

↳305girl: you know it!

oscarpiastri: taking notes…📝

↳logansargeant: of what? My best colors?

↳lilyzneimer: 🤨 oh?

↳oscarpiastri: umm…🏃🏻‍♂️💨

↳305girl: let’s leave the boys to it, shall we?

↳lilyzneimer: let’s

↳logansargeant: hey!!

↳oscarpiastri: what??

user7: ok but where did you get the darkroom from?

↳305girl: it’s in our apartment in England! It was just a short trip to Paris during the break

↳user7: that makes so much more sense then what I was thinking

↳user8: …did you think that she just set up a dark room in a Paris hotel room?

↳user7: leave me alone!!

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logansargeant: when the artist becomes the subject…thank you Miami! You were good to me this weekend! And a big thank you to my girl — I love you

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user9: somehow this post called me single in about 100 different ways

↳user10: same! 😭

↳user11: proof that if he wanted to, he would

305girl: my handsome man…I love you too! But when did you take these?

↳logansargeant: I’m a man of many talents!

↳305girl: evidently! I guess I’ll have to let you be behind the camera more often

↳logansargeant: only if you’re the subject 🩵

↳305girl: 🥹💚🥰

user12: congrats Logan! That’s our American points scorer!

↳user13: red white and blue baby!!

↳user14: woohoo!

alex_albon: show them how it’s done Logan! Congrats!

↳logansargeant: congrats to you too! Thank you

↳user15: Our Williams boys!

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305girl: when in Rome (New York)…pizza is a must! And thank you Logan for your patience (and eventually your sweatshirt) while I got that lovely shot of the moon

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user16: I don’t know who to be more jealous of…305girl for being his girlfriend or Logan for having her as a girlfriend…

↳user17: the bi answer is both

↳user18: the ace answer is him cause that pizza looks supremely good right now

↳user16: 🤣🤣

logansargeant: oh I know that all of “my” sweatshirts are just on loan till they smell like me

↳305girl: you know it!

↳lilyzneimer: that’s a good answer!

↳oscarpiastri: …I’ll pack some of mine up for you

↳lilyzneimer: thank you!

user19: you guys are so cute together!

↳user20: they are!!

↳305girl: thank you! We’ve been together for nearly 7 years now

↳user20: oh my god! So long?

↳305girl: well…I had such a crush on him I talked my parents into letting me move to England with him so…

↳logansargeant: awwww…you had a crush on me?

↳305girl: obviously babe

↳logansargeant: enough to move to England?

↳305girl: I’ll go anywhere you go

↳logansargeant: 🥹🥹🥹

alex_albon: I don’t think pizza is an approved part of our diet plan…

↳logansargeant: shhh…don’t tell anyone

↳305girl: don’t worry alex_albon. I got him to work it off

↳alex_albon: really? In my comment thread?

↳305girl: don’t even 😂🙄

↳logansargeant: she made me carry ALL of her camera equipment

↳305girl: boyfriend privileges!

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305girl: oh to be back on British soil…Silverstone? Done ✅ A round of golf with 2 pros and their boyfriends? Done and done ✅

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lilymhe: it was so good to catch up with you!

↳305girl: it was! I’ve missed you in the paddock

↳lilymhe: 😓😓 don’t worry! This just in, I’m gonna abandon everything just to travel with you

↳alex_albon: ummm?

↳logansargeant: ummm?

↳lilymhe: i said what i said!

↳305girl: best day of my life!!

landonorris: you muppets!! Where was my invite??

↳alex_albon: must have got lost in the mail

↳305girl: didn’t even send it

↳landonorris: 😨

↳305girl: you stole Oscar from us! So we’re taking Alex from you

↳landonorris: no! You can’t do that!

↳oscarpiastri: so we’re not friends and not hanging out later?

↳landonorris: no! We absolutely are!

↳alex_albon: does our friendship mean nothing to you then?

↳landonorris: i give up

user21: girl are you just not gonna mention the absolute dressing down that you gave James?

↳305girl: I’ve been Logan’s biggest defender since we were 7. That’s not gonna change now

↳user22: girl he was running for his life

↳305girl: 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ not my problem

user23: ok but who won

↳lilymhe: me

↳alex_albon: me

↳305girl: me

↳logansargeant: definitely NOT me (or Alex let’s be real)

↳alex_albon: mate…

↳logansargeant: I’m not gonna lie on the internet

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305girl: are the stars in my eyes 🤩🤩 cause of Logan or that night sky? The world may never know…(it’s Logan! He won me a giant Pikachu at the arcade 🥰🥰🥰)

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user24: oh to have a boyfriend that would fly you around the world and win you giant Pikachus…

↳user25: water is wet. Fork found in kitchen. Me sleeping on the highway tonight!

logansargeant: 😊😊😊 anything for my girl

↳305girl: awwwww thank you baby

oscarpiastri: the real question is how long it took him though

↳305girl: not long at all! he is shockingly good at skeeball

↳logansargeant: shockingly?

↳305girl: babe I’ve taken you bowling before

↳logansargeant: not another word!

↳305girl: 🤭🤭🤭

alex_albon: logansargeant you’ve never won me a giant Pikachu

↳lilymhe: funny I was gonna say the same towards you!

↳alex_albon: 😑😑

↳logansargeant: sorry! Only the loml gets that privilege

↳305girl: 🥺🥰

user26: ok but are we gonna talk about how good this girl is at photography?? Like I came for Logan but damn im staying for her

↳user27: finally!! Like I love her Logan posts but literally everything else on her page is 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽

↳305girl: thank you!!

↳user27: I’m gonna need a 30 page PowerPoint and an entire YouTube series on how you do it

↳305girl: on it! 🫡🫡

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305girl: Logan…this year has been insane in the best way possible. It has been a dream come true to watch you achieve your dream and to have the chance to be by your side for all of it? I have no words on how special it was for me. Congrats baby! This year was only the start of a long and successful career for you 😘💋💚💚

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logansargeant: babe…

logansargeant: I can’t find the words on what it means to me that you’ve been by my side this year. I don’t think I would have done as good as I did if I didn’t have your unwavering support and love. It’s been a long and sometimes difficult year but it was made infinitely easier knowing that yours would be the first and last face I see everyday. I know it was selfish of me to drag you through this rough schedule across the globe but I am so extremely grateful that you said yes when I asked. I love you

↳305girl: oh baby💚💚💚

↳305girl: believe me when I say there is NOWHERE I’d rather be than right next to you.

↳305girl: and let me tell you something — there’s only one other question you could ask me that would have gotten a quicker yes than when I agreed to follow you around the world

oscarpiastri: Congratulations! We did it Logan! One down and many to go!

↳logansargeant: that we did! Couldn’t ask for a better guy to do it with either

alex_albon: it’s been a fun year! Now let’s go rest and recharge cause next year is gonna be ours!

↳305girl: yes it is!!

↳logansargeant: couldn’t have said it better myself!

[agatalunar]

new year, new me… ㅤㅤ𖤓 · What will 2025 bring you? ㅤㅤ· 𖤓

merry christmas everybody 🤍🎄 sorry for the delay, I hope you enjoy this last reading of the year, and as always thank u for your support… it would be a pleasure for me if you let me know if the reading resonated with you so do not hesitate to send me a message, comment or reblog, it will make me immensely happy

- choose the one with which you feel most connected -

Pile 1… 2… 3…

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𖤓 Pile 1

cards: five of pentacles, six of wands, five of wands, nine of pentacles, five of coups

Independence is a great word for this year that is beginning. You are going to start facing the world on your own, so you must act with certainty. It is a year of a lot of personal growth in relation to how you want to present yourself to the world, what you offer.

“Adult life is no longer a game.” You may be a very, very young person or you may not have had the opportunity to do things on your own, but if you really want the things you want, it is important that you take action.

It is a year in which your soul is going to take very different paths in relation to the past and all of them will be good if you know how to choose them and know how to handle them. For some reason it is as if you are embarking on the path of being a CEO/ a type of boss (?)

Getting out of your comfort zone, recognizing your potential and having security and confidence will lead you to success. Use your mind but also your heart, do not let greed or ego guide you. You may want this to help your family's finances, but you are also doing it for yourself. You deserve to get everything you want and the universe is helping you get it in 2025. Be patient and don't despair. Everything comes at the best time.

Things that may resonate with you or are significant:

Happy than ever - Billie Eilish, This will be - Natalie Cole, “we don't play around”, Let me - Zayn, Whatever - Oasis, “Im freeee”, applause, decisions, “all action is reaction”, being latinx or latin descent, depend on others financially, Cuba or Miami, 565, 6, 3, 333, “I used to pray for what I have today”, Simple - Kali Uchis, Jenny from the block - Jennifer Lopez, emigrate-migrate, vision board

Thank you for your time and energy, dear pile 1 ♡

𖤓 Pile 2

cards: eight of pentacles, knight of swords, the moon, knight of cups, the dead

2025 brings you a lot of internal learning. Your guides want to communicate with you. Dive into the spiritual sea of ​​your soul and life purpose. Dare to see what has been hidden for a long time.

You will know and recognize yourself from a deeper perception, you may need to connect with your past lives, understand where certain repetitive patterns come from, your soul needs to be healed and there is no one else who can do it but yourself.

If for a long time you have wanted to buy crystals, tarot cards, learn more about astrology, meditate... 2025 is the perfect year to carry all that out.

Do not set expectations, enter that path with a blank mind. "Reborn." You will become the most authentic version of yourself when you manage to recognize the spirituality in which you live. Do journaling, automatic writing, guided meditations... etc. And remember that healing the soul is also about eating well, surrounding yourself with people who have positive intentions, not being hard on yourself and just taking life easy.

This process will also change your style, you will want to dress differently, your observation of yourself will change completely and everything will be for your highest good. Your spiritual guides can't wait for you to take that big step... "do it, do it baby"

Things that may resonate with you or are significant:

Frailty - Violent vira, 18, 8, “save yourself”, third eye chakra, role models, Very special - Chris brown, Nobody - mitski, Conquest of Paradise- Vangelis, watch things on the laptop at 3 am, Chachachá - Josean Log, Blueprint - Tyler Jane, blue light

Thank you for your time and energy, dear pile 2 ♡

𖤓 Pile 3

cards: the chariot, the magician, knight of cups, eight of wands, the moon

“Just take it easy, baby, enjoy it”. Literally just have fun, 2025 is a year where you shouldn't think about things so much, “don't overthink it”. Act like a child, enjoy the moment, don't worry about what might happen. But just because you let yourself be guided by the universe doesn't mean you have to leave your inner voice behind, use your intuition, have faith and trust but act consciously.

DANCE, connect with your inner child. Don't care what people might say, it's your life and you decide how to live it. Dare to challenge the rules you've been forced to follow. Connect more with music, it may be a way for you to heal or simply relax.

Be your best friend, no one will know you as well as you know yourself. Take care of yourself in all aspects, physically, energetically and above all emotionally and mentally. Transform nostalgia into healing potential.

Just as you act when no one is watching, act the same way when everyone is watching; 2025 will be a year of great satisfaction for you, the universe embraces you and pats you on the shoulder so that you take the next step.

Things that may resonate with you or are significant:

BTBT - B.I, 222, False starts - Zayn, “trust me, you’re not gonna crash”, butterfly, Felling good - Nina Simone, wings, Alma mia - Natalia lafurcade, cherry, strawberry, makeup for children, 2000s, Deceptacon - Le Tigre, blue shirt with white stripes, party decoration, dancing in the kitchen, rock, music from your childhood or what your dad listened to, Rock you like a hurricane - Scorpions, As it was - Harry Styles, “be a diva”, You & Me - Jennie, Opera House - Cigarettes after sex, Modern Love - David Bowie, The breakfast club

Thank you for your time and energy, dear pile 3 ♡

[ierofrnkk]

The Sum Of His Parts

Steven Grant x Reader

Summary: You love Steven Grant, and there are some parts of him that stick out in your mind a little more than others. (~1.2k)

Content: 18+, gn!reader but reader has a vagina (no fem pronouns used), very brief & vague oral (f receiving), fingering, egregious use of italics.

a/n: This is the first thing I’ve really ever fully written AND posted!! Forgive me for it being vague and unpolished—I will get better!! I’ve just been so captivated by these boys after watching Moon Knight that I had to write something!

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You love Steven as a whole, the culmination of all things that make him him, but it doesn’t mean that you don’t notice the little things.

The details.

—

The first thing you loved about Steven was his hair; the way that the curls were always pushed to one side, sitting atop his head like his brush had broken and he’d neglected to buy a new one.

It was one of the first things you touched when you finally had the opportunity to, making up some story about how he’d had a shred of paper stuck to one of his curls—he hadn’t, but he didn’t need to know that.

You couldn’t get enough of the soft texture, even after months of getting to experience it. You had your hands in his hair every chance that you got.

When the two of you lay on the couch together, him cuddled against your chest as you watched the next documentary about the evolution of earth’s marine life, or something, you would drag your fingers through his hair idly. He would sigh in appreciation of the gentle touch.

When he’d be in a flurry early in the morning, racing to get ready on time before he missed the bus, you caught him for the briefest moments to smooth your palm across his unruly curls, taming the locks as best you could before he raced out the door.

When he’d settle himself between your thighs, mouth on your cunt like he’d die if you pulled him away, you’d tangle your fingers in those same dark curls, tightening your grip just enough to keep him in place. He always sighed appreciatively then, too.

—

The next thing you’d found yourself loving about Steven were his eyes, always wide like saucers and taking in every ounce of information that they can. The color of them always reminded you of coffee, but specifically the cups that he’d make for you in the early hours of the morning, perfect like no one else could.

You’re stupidly fond of the way he looks at you when you talk—it could be the most mundane thing, like laundry or dinner, and he’d be watching you so intently it’d feel like you’re giving a presentation on newly-unearthed artifacts in Cairo.

You remember the first time he cried in front of you. It was over something that seems so simple now; the two of you had made plans for dinner at your apartment, and he’d shown up late—through no fault of his own, the train wasn’t on schedule—but he’d felt so guilty about it that it brought him to tears. You can still see the way he looked in your mind: brows knit together, those beautifully dark eyes rimmed red and filled with tears.

He’d apologized profusely, and you silenced him with a kiss.

You like the way he looks when he’s half asleep, doing his best to fight his drowsiness to spend as much time with you as physically possible. His gaze is softer, somehow, his eyes half-lidded even with the way he fights to keep them wide open. That’s when you know he’s not going to last much longer before he’s out for the night.

When you’re kissing him, and you pull back for that brief, glorious moment, his eyes are dark, pupils blown with desire in a way that sends a wave of heat to your core.

You don’t miss the way those pretty eyes of his flutter shut whenever you touch him, even if it’s something simple; he’s touch-starved—not that he’ll ever admit that to you—so any physical show of affection is nearly enough to put him over the edge.

You’ve become familiar with the way he drifts, his eyes seeming to haze over and go unfocused—when he goes away for a moment—caught in his own reflection and watching as if there’s something else there with him.

—

You’ve quickly grown to become fond of his hands, in many more ways than just one.

You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t want to hold his hand all the time, to feel the warmth of his palm against your own, fingers interlaced with yours in the way that makes you feel like nothing could separate you two. He made sure to hold your hand at every opportunity.

You’re very grateful for that.

When he takes one of his hundreds of books off of his bookshelf, flipping through page after page as he looks for a specific section, you can’t help but watch his hands. He moves with ease and precision, stark from the way he’s usually fumbling or unsure of where to go. He’s in his element, and you recognize that.

When he joins you on your monthly grocery trip, he insists on bringing all of the bags up in one go—he’s trying to be helpful, even if it means making things more difficult for him; that’s just how Steven is. Selfless. You can’t get enough of the sight of him like that, though, with multiple grocery bags held in each hand, all while he does his best to navigate your apartment complex.

You remember the first time he truly, properly held your hand; he’d done it in such a Steven way that you couldn’t deny him. He’d gone off on some spiel about human evolution and something about how in ancient civilizations, the size of your hands denoted status—you can see where this is going—and he insisted the two of you compared the size of your hands. For the sake of anthropology, of course.

Knowing what he was getting at, you obliged, pressing your palm to his, and without a beat of hesitation, he laced his fingers with your own, a sheepish grin on his face as a result of his boldness. You couldn’t even be mad about it.

Of course, those hands of his are good for more than just holding yours or carrying your groceries.

—

The first time he made you come was with his hands; he was too impatient to even wait to fuck you properly—he just had to touch you—so, he did.

You remember the feeling of his hands on your thighs, shifting and adjusting you until you were in a good position for him. He had made sure to not be too rough with you, even in his desperation. Sweet, considerate Steven.

His hands, as fidgety and hesitant as they usually are, were precise and sure when he touched you. He moved deftly when he found your slit, dragging his fingers through the wetness that’d already gathered there.

It wasn’t long after until one of those same thick fingers pushed into your heat, then another. It’s practiced—efficient— like he’s done this for you a thousand times, even though you both know he hasn’t.

When his thumb had brushed your clit, with just enough pressure to send another wave of heat up your spine, you knew you were done for. He had looked at you with those eyes, pupils blown and eyes half-lidded, and you could tell right then that he was more focused on your pleasure than his own.

When you finish, you card your fingers through his raven curls, holding just enough to bring him close enough that you can kiss him.

He goes willingly, all sweet and pliant as you maneuver him closer, and you’ve never been more grateful to have someone like him.

—

Steven is much, much more than just the sum of his parts, but you sometimes have to put him under a microscope and appreciate everything that makes him him.

[starogeorgina]

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

Parings: Criston Cole x reader x Daemon Targaryen

Warnings: Swearing, oral sex, P in V

Loud moans echo in your chamber as Criston uses the flat of his tongue to pleasure you in a way that makes your eyes roll back. You grip one of the pillows tightly while bucking your hips forward, desperate for more. It wasn’t easy getting the knight away from the Hightower clutches and alone, but when you did… gods, the things he could do with his mouth.

“Enjoying my wife, Ser Crispin?”

Hearing your husband's voice, Criston immediately pulls away from you, his face flushed from the sudden movement and from being caught. You pout, disappointed that your pending orgasm was so abruptly interrupted.

“Oh, I know a fierce-looking dragon when I see one,” Daemon teases.

“Bastard,” you hiss. “You could tell I was close. How long have you been lurking for?”

He chuckles and motions to the chair he’s sitting in. “Is it so hard to believe I returned midday to our bedchamber to simply drink wine and enjoy my wife’s company?”

You roll your eyes again, but this time out of frustration. Daemon may come and go as he pleases, but anytime you enjoyed a lover more than once, he started to become jealous.

You sit upright and offer the confused knight a sympathetic smile. “Forgive the interruption. Ser Criston, my husband, often finds amusement in irritating me at the worst times.”

Daemon smiles, “Almost as much as I enjoy watching another bringing you pleasure.”

Your marriage to Prince Daemon wasn’t bad or boring by any means; the two of you would jest and tease one another as a type of foreplay, and at least once every few moons you’d invite another to join you in the bedchamber, but this was different. This wasn’t the first time you’d taken the knight to bed; it was just the first time your husband decided to insert himself.

Criston's eyes flutter; he looks genuinely flabbergasted by Daemon's words. “…he knows?”

“He does,” you stroke his cheek. “Not to worry; he won’t say anything.”

“Disappointed that you aren’t my wife’s dirty little secret?” Daemon stands up, and it becomes clear how much he enjoyed watching Criston going down on you as his hardness is visible through the fabric of his trousers. “Now I can either join in or watch?”

Criston clears his throat and, to your surprise, answers rather shyly. “Whatever the princess desires will do.”

In the presence of your husband, the knight's usual cockiness has quickly faded. “Very well, I desire the both of you to come undone for me.”

Daemon frees his cock and sits back down while Criton helps you completely remove your gown. The knight kisses you sweetly while cupping your breasts with his warm hands. You only part your lips to catch your breath.

“Keep your eyes on my wife Cole as I fuck her.” Daemon wraps his arm around your waist and guides you down until your back is pressed against his chest; once you’re in a comfortable position, he pushes into you. The prince gives you little time to adjust to his cock before he starts thrusting upwards and rubbing circles on your clit. “It’s the quickest way to tame a Targaryen woman; you’ll learn that in time.”

Your eyes meet Criston’s, and they are filled with nothing but lust. When he stands in front of the chair, you immediately pull his breeches down and stroke his cock a few times before taking it into your mouth.

“Isn’t she beautiful like this? Taking both her husband and lover so well.”

“Uh—yes, the princess is also very talented with her lips.”

“Perhaps next time she can take us both.”

Their words go straight to your core. The moans of your orgasm are muffled as you come around Daemon's cock, and even when his seed is dripping from your cunt, you don’t stop sucking on Criston’s cock, not until you have tasted every last drop of him.

[nocturnewidow]

luv !!! i know u primarily write for moon knight ,,,, but i was wondering if u could switch it up and write my bae tony … pls angel i need sustenance im so hungry ty !!

oh mi gosh , yes ofc cupeycake !! ⋆. 𐙚˚

Pounds of Swarovski

Tony Stark x Sugar Baby!Reader

You were draped across Tony’s penthouse couch like a painting: velvet Motel Rocks mini dress barely covering your thighs, SKIMS robe slipping off your shoulder, and heels still on,, even though you hadn’t left the apartment all day. The sun filtered in through floor-to-ceiling windows, bouncing off the Swarovski choker at your throat and scattering light like diamonds across his carpet.

He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you with the sort of expression that made your spine arch and your thighs shift. “You know,” he said, voice rough with affection, “if I ever go broke, it’s gonna be because of your closet.”

You smiled lazily, tilting your head. “Then you better work harder, Mr. Stark.”

He smirked, sauntering over until he was towering above you, one hand sliding up your bare leg with reverence. “I am working. Providing the world with clean energy just so I can afford to keep you in Vivienne Westwood and silk.”

“Is that what this is?” you asked, pulling gently at his tie. “Charity work?” ,, “Don’t get cute,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your knee. “You’re the most expensive thing I own, and still the best investment I’ve ever made.”

Your heart fluttered. That was the thing about Tony beneath the flash, the tailored suits, and the sarcastic armor was a man who made you feel worshipped. Not owned. Not bought. Adored. ,, He handed you a slim black box, the kind you now recognized from months of being spoiled. “Another one?” you teased, opening it.

Inside: a pair of glittering Swarovski earrings shaped like stars. Simple. Sparkling. Devastatingly delicate. “I saw them and thought of you,” he said softly, thumb brushing your cheek. “Lana Del Rey soundtrack playing, legs across my lap, moonlight catching on your skin… I wanted you to have a little piece of that, even when I’m not here.”

You swallowed. “You’re here now.”

And just like that, you were in his lap, straddling him on the velvet couch, lips brushing his jaw. The air smelled like expensive cologne and the faint rose of your Agent Provocateur set , one he’d torn the tags off himself last night.

He pulled you closer, fingers tracing the tiny crystals at your throat.

“May my love for her be shown with pounds of Swarovski,” he whispered, like it was a vow.

[haechani4ever]

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: between laughter and stars✧

. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋsummary haechan invites you to watch the star with him in such a beautiful and magical night.

. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋpairing nonidol!haechan x radioworker!reader

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋgenre fluff

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwarnings relationship not established, situasionship, humor.

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwc 0.7k

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋnote hello, im sorry for not writting for so long, but my life was a lil crazy lately. whatever, im wrtting a long fic which im posting it this month.

the dark of the night was partially illuminated by the full moon that snuck in between the skyscrapers of the city. the air was fresh, the cold breeze leaked through the openings of your clothes, giving you chills. likewise, the beautiful full moon, plus the dimmed lights of the city made that night something unique and magical.

“i can't believe it lasted so long” you sighed, stretching your arms after an exhausting day. you had just left the building of the radio company where you worked after staying up very late working.

you had been covering a night program and, although you loved your job, you couldn't deny that leaving the booth left you with a feeling of liberation. you still had a long time to go until you got home because the bus ride was long, not counting the minutes you would lose waiting for it at the stop near your work.

hyuck: "are you still awake?"

your serious and tired face was interrupted by an imminent smile due to the message. it was donghyuck, the boy you were getting to know and who made every day end with a smile, as was the case today. things seemed to be going well between the two of you.

you: "i just got off work"

you:"and u?"

hyuck: "i'm on my way home. do you want to go see the stars with me?"

you raised an eyebrow. what a strange proposal, but interesting at the same time. he had something, a spark, a contagious joy, an unmatched charisma and an irresistible charm, which made everything that came to his mind sound like the best idea in the world.

you: "tell me where and i'll be there."

twenty minutes later, you arrived. it was a park in an area somewhat far from the city center. it made you feel a little unsafe because there weren't many people around, just a few couples. the lights were a bit far away, so there was almost no light pollution, which made the beautiful night sky to be appreciated in the best way possible.

“i thought you weren’t coming,” he said, offering you a handful of chips. you shook your head at his offer. “i couldn’t refuse an invitation like that” you replied, giving him a cute smile given the joy of seeing him and sitting next to him.

a comfortable silence bewitched their meeting as you twolooked at the stars. perhaps, because the city was close, the stars with the dimmest light didn’t differ much from the dark knight, but you were sure that the amount of stars that could be seen that night were a thousand times more than any other night in downtown seoul. donghyuck sighed and rested his head on the back of the bench as he readjusted himself, the benches weren’t comfortable.

“i like this. when i was a kid, i used to go out to see the stars in jeju. they look much better there than here” you turned around to pay more attention to what he was saying. you loved listening to him talk, you didn’t know if it was because you were falling in love, but everything that was related to him was like music to your ears. you desired to wake up next to him one day, for his voice to be the first thing you hear when you wake up, and then you could discover what was better, whether to hear his voice or the morning songbirds.

”i can imagine. someday i want to go” you said, stealing a chip from the bag despite having rejected it when he offered it to you. the owner of the bag of chips turned around to look at you with an amused expression.

“whenever you want. i’ll give you a special tour. although, of course, you’ll have to pay with more nights like this” you rolled your eyes to show annoyance. how false, because in truth, the only thing you felt when listening to him was a whirl in your heart. he now had that effect on you. at first, you denied it, but these last few nights, and this one in particular, with the sky as a witness, it was difficult to testify in your favor. “deal” you replied, smiling and quickly looking back at the stars for fear that he would notice the pink on your cheeks.

and there you stayed, between laughter and stars, as if the world had stopped just for the two of you.

[doodle-pops]

All Your Little Things (That Drives Knight!Fingon Crazy)

A/N: At long last, the fluff I promised after that heart-aching angst.

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10 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭!𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞/𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐢𝐦:

1. You frequently slip away from your guards without telling anyone, riding off alone on horseback across the fields in full royal garb, unarmoured and entirely unbothered. Every time he finds you again—usually muddy and smug—he looks like he might burst a blood vessel. “Do you try to get yourself killed, or are you just daft?”

2. You absolutely refuse to use the side saddle, no matter the occasion. During formal processions you ride astride like a soldier, skirts hiked to your thighs, scandalising half the court and making Fingon grind his teeth into powder behind you.

3. You mock the ceremonial bowing and curtsying rituals—especially when Fingon does them. The one time he bent knee before you at a ball, you tapped his helmet like a drum and asked, “Can you hear me knocking?” He refused to speak to you for two days.

4. You have a tendency to ‘borrow’ his weapons for reasons both frivolous and infuriating. Once you took his favourite sword to use as a makeshift paperweight. Another time, you repurposed his dagger to cut cheese. He was appalled. “That blade has tasted dragonfire and your Camembert has ruined it.”

5. You challenge him to duels in public spaces, loudly and without warning, just to see the expression on his face. Whether it’s a wooden spoon or an actual blade, you’ve no shame and he’s so tired. “We are in the middle of a diplomatic feast, Your Grace—put the ladle down.”

6. You flirt outrageously with other knights in front of him, particularly the youngest squires, just to rile him up. It always works. His jaw clenches so hard you can hear it, and later you’ll find him hacking at training dummies like they insulted his honour.

7. You give him pet names in front of the court that no knight should ever have. “My brave little buttercup” nearly made him choke on his wine. “Moon-thighs” had him storming from the hall. “Sword-boy” made his cousin laugh so hard he snorted.

8. You leave your embroidery or court duties half-finished to go climb roofs, trees, or anything high and ridiculous. He once found you dangling your feet off the ramparts and nearly dropped his helm when you cheerily waved.

9. You don’t cower during battles or danger. You face threats with a mad sort of calm, teeth bared and eyes blazing, and he hates that he both admires and despairs of your lack of self-preservation.

“Next time you run when I say run.” “What if I’m feeling brave?” “Then I’ll carry you and tie you to a bloody tree.”

10. You once kissed him mid-battle, just to throw him off his rhythm. He fumbled his sword and had to pretend it was a tactical flourish while you laughed into his armour. “You—you absolute menace, that was not a proper time for affection!” he shouted, red in the face and bleeding from the ear.

10 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭/𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭:

1. You always polish his armour by hand before every battle, even though he has squires for that. You sit cross-legged on the floor, sleeves rolled up, humming under your breath as you work. He never disturbs you. Just watches in silence, thinking, I would die for you a thousand times over.

2. When he’s injured, you fuss over him like an old nursemaid, scolding him in whispers and bandaging him with trembling hands. “Idiot,” you murmur, but your fingers linger just a second too long. He pretends not to notice the way you kiss the edge of a bruise when you think he’s asleep.

3. You sneak him pastries from the royal kitchens—his favourite honeyed tarts that are technically forbidden to knights during drills. You press them into his hand with a wink and vanish. He eats them behind the stables like a guilty schoolboy.

4. You braid his hair before tourneys, your fingers working deftly while you murmur quiet encouragements. “Win this one, and I might let you kiss me somewhere scandalous.” He always fights twice as hard those days.

5. You dance with him when no one’s looking, in hallways and gardens, barefoot on marble floors or in the mud. Once, you whispered, “No music needed. I can hear it in your heartbeat.” He nearly tripped over his own boots.

6. You defend him publicly when other nobles sneer at his lack of courtly manners. “He’s the best man you’ll ever meet, and twice the warrior,” you once said, before challenging the duke to a duel over it. Fingon had never looked prouder. Or more terrified.

7. You write him letters during long campaigns, but never sign them with your name—only a tiny sketch of a sword and a crown in the corner. He keeps every single one in a secret box, even the ones that just say, “Don’t get killed. I’ll be pissed.”

8. You once fought off a wild boar with nothing but a branch because you didn’t want Fingon to be late for a royal inspection. He arrived to find you bloodied, triumphant, and completely unconcerned by the carcass beside you.

“I don’t know whether to kiss you or drag you to the healer first.” “I vote kiss. Always kiss.”

9. You always know when he needs silence. You just sit beside him, no words, no questions, your presence a quiet balm against the storms in his head. He once told you, softly, “You’re the only calm I’ve ever known.”

10. And when he’s had a hard day—when blood coats his hands and the weight of duty presses heavy on his shoulders—you never speak of titles or thrones. You just take his hand, hold it tight, and whisper, “Come home, Fingon. Just come home.” And he does. Every time. For you.

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[timeforaneclipse]

Falling Apart (Lilia x reader)

Chapter Six - Knight of wands

You hissed as Lilia dabbed the wet cloth onto your wounded face. The older woman gave you an apologetic look. A part of you felt embarrassed. Not because of the deep cuts because of what you were wearing in front of the older witch. "Will it scar?" Agatha growled out. As if this was all Lilia's fault. In truth, Agatha asked a silly question. the wound would leave a deep nasty scar.  Rio crossed her arms and eyed the massacre on your flesh. What could've happened to cause Michelle to go feral like that? Who had brought her back? The Seven? There was reason the dead should be left alone. This was it. "Jen... Do your spell... thing... the water!" Agatha yelled at the potions witch, going on a spiral. The young woman shrugged. There was no water or moon here.  There was nothing she could do. Besides your wounds didn't seem life threatening. 

As Agatha threw her fit, your eyes stayed focused on Lilia as she carefully cleaned the wounds. Realising you were staring, Lilia's face heated up but she tried to stay committed to the task at hand. Once she had finished, she set the bloody cloth to the side. She had been through this routine before. Mostly during her younger years when the Witch trials consumed every worry. Her finger tips hovered over your injured cheek, checking that the wound was clean. You watched her movements, pulling away slightly while narrowing you eyes when her touch lingered. Your eyes softened, however, when you saw there was no disgust or malice. You swallowed her intelligent eyes began to draw you in. She was captivating and completely concentrated. For a moment you had forgotten about the agony that burnt at your flesh. Her once wild curly locks were short and straightened. Her hair a now light brown. You missed the curls. She wore a yellow chequered shirt and white trousers. Noticing your staring, again, Lilia blushed briefly. "Is it ugly?" You whispered to the older woman, slightly defeated as you referred to your four cuts. 

"Horribly so.." The divination winked with a smirk, Attempting to lesson your worry through her own light-heartedness. You smiled weakly at her gentle attempt at humour despite the situation. Her hand found yours and her face became serious but not stern.  "No, I don't think so..." She whispered, eyeing the marks. Squeezing her hand, you watched her expression shift. "Scars show you survived.. and that is beautiful." You grew flustered at her honesty and wise words. Your pulse quickened as you stared at each other. You glanced to the older woman's lips. Thoughts hit you. Wondering how they'd taste against your lips. The divination witch's own eyes wondered down to your own lips. "Minerva..." She whispered as you inched closer, her touch in your hand tightening.  Teen noticed and tilted his head, smirking like a fool as he waited for the main event 

Agatha stilled her rant when she noticed the closeness between you both. The older woman's eye twitched. "Whatever is happening right now... better stop." Agatha gritted out, seething at the sight. Rio smirked and clicked her tongue at Agatha's anger. You cleared your throat and pulled away, leaving Lilia reaching. The divination witch's brows furrowed at your pull away. Damning Agatha. Looking around the... cabin? You found yourself interested by the lights and décor of the place. It seemed.... familiar? Teen began to scramble around his body and pockets. Panicking to himself as he said he couldn't find his spell book. Lilia attempted to calm the boy by asking where the boy had it last. When he said on a broom, Agatha groaned. "Forget it, you can take the training wheels off." She spat. Lilia gave the boy a worried sympathetic look. 

As the look for the purpose of the trial began, you drifted towards Lilia. You felt bad for earlier. "Who's trial is this?" Teen asked, as you shadowed near the divination witch. 

Rio scoffed as she noticed the moon phase. "Agatha's." The green witch smirked like the devil.  Agatha grew nervous immediately. Her blue eyes found yours as she stared, concerned. 

"A blood moon..." The divination witch hummed as her eyes narrowed. Following Rio's gaze towards the painted red moon wit the purple background. "When the veil between the living and the dead is at it's thinnest." She frowned in thought. Teen immediately got confused and questioned Lilia. He thought that talking to the dead was her skill? You rolled your eyes. "Oh common misconception. I read people, I read time but talking to spirits was just con." She smiled reassuringly at the teenager. 

Rio smirked and slowly walked towards her ex lover. "And who better to commune with the dead then someone who's put so many in the grave." She purred towards Agatha. Agatha perched her lips and gave the green witch a poisonous side eye. In seconds, a board game was magically flung out. You bit the inside of your cheeks and pulled Lilia away from the bored. Her hands grabbed yours. Teen and Alice rushed forward and Teen picked up the box... You felt your heart quicken and your panic rose. It wasn't a game... It was the Ouija. Lilia gasped as her watch went off. You own buzzed and you looked at it. A countdown... thirty minutes. After setting the board up, Teen began to read the rules. 

"Okay so.. Number one, don't use the Ouiji board alone." He began. Agatha threw her hands up in the air, thinking this was stupid. "Number two, do not speak over each other." Your ears rang as the group suddenly began to do just that. As you cringed, Teen spoke over the groups collective arguing. "Three! Do not taunt the spirits." Your eyes drifted to Agatha. And you didn't seem to be the only one. Agatha looked baffled that the coven had turned their attention on her. Teen repeated the rule. "Do not taunt the spirits." he glared lightly as Agatha sighed and crossed her arms. "four, Do not ask about death." That seemed simple enough. "Five, always end your session with goodbye. Six, do not remove your hand from the planchette. If you do so, a spirit will be released." Alice and Jennifer huddled closer to each other while sharing a look. You gave Lilia's hand a gentle squeeze but the divination witch didn't dare look your way. Lilia let go of your hand to look on at the back of the instructions. You narrowed your eyes and huffed gently. 

Everyone sat down bar Agatha. Ever hesitant. You settled beside Lilia, keeping her in your view. When Agatha braved herself, she sat down and flicked her hair. Putting your fingers on the planchette, your breath hitched when you felt Lilia's against your own. Your eyes drifted to her fingers. The trial let her keep her rings... You swallowed as you watched her hands adjust. So different from your own claws.. "Mother, Maidan, Crone..." Agatha began, eyeing the group. "Spirits be known." The blue eyed witch clicked her tongue. "I can hear something... shhh." You frowned at her words. Feeling alert, you jumped as the planchette began to move. Teen began to panic but was cut short by the coven hisses at him to be quiet. "Is someone here with us during this witching hour?" Agatha went on to question. The... spirit moved to the word yes on the board. "And WHO, may I ask, do we have the pleasure of communing with?" You raised an eyebrow at her question. Unsure whether it was sarcastic or not. 

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"Mrs Hart?" Alice smiled. You growled and lowered at the name. Something felt off... 

"Hey girl... Feeling better?" Jennifer went on to ask 

Just as Lilia reminded them about no taunting the planchette moved with a jerk sending the divination witch off with a yelp. "Your hands! What did you do!" Agatha hissed as Lilia stared at her own hands disbelief, claiming she didn't do it. Your lips became thin as Agatha began to shake. Your eyes narrowed at the familiar sight. Rio glanced your way and smirked. Jennifer fell into Alice and the protection witch hugged the potions witch as Agatha continued to freak out. Lilia looked completely horrified. "Oh my.... What a journey..." Agatha began, her voice a higher pitch. You watched dead faced as she continued. "There I was living my tiny life in the burbs, baking casseroles, linking into conspiracy theories on face-book," She stood and backed away from the group. "Drinking before noon! And there you were, bringing chills and thrills and bringing on my early demise!" She giggled. 

Lilia frowned, her sad eyes wide in remorse. "Listen, Mrs hart-" You tapped the older woman's arm.  Stopping her from indulging Agatha's twisted game. As unaware as she was. Lilia gave you a confused stare and Alice corrected Lilia saying it was Sharon Davis.

"Agatha used to do this all the time when I was kid.." You mumbled to the Divination witch. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at Agatha who was trying uphold the act of the dead woman. Agatha's smile vanished when Rio gave her look. Claiming that she was just scared. Lilia cleared her throat and leaned against  her hand, not like the direction that this had gone. 

Agatha swallowed and patted down her long purple shirt. "Well, I thought that was pretty good." She frowned. Alice was quick to protest that time was ticking and she was right. Rio patted the seat next to her at Agatha sat down with a huff. "Well, lets get to it!" She hissed and the group followed suit. "Maiden, mother, crone..." Agatha began once more. "Spirits be known..." This time lights began to flicker. The hairs on the back of your neck stood. You were not alone. Your ear twitched and you could have sworn you heard a growl. You went to protest that something wasn't right... that something felt evil... but you were shut up by Rio's hard glare. "Who is here with us tonight?" Agatha continued. The planchette began to move once more. Harsher then before as it spelt out it's next word. Death. Rio cackled and you hung your head. "What do you want?" Agatha asked now nervous. 

"P, u, n, i, s, h." Punish? You felt your blood ran cold. Agatha paled and asked who. You felt very unnerved. "A, G, A, T, H, A." Agatha... Punish Agatha.  You glanced to Rio, wondering if this was a sick joke. Agatha began to panic, ordering the group to stop. The lights continued to flicker and the pull became more deadly. Everyone began to argue over each other. Agatha let go, cowering in on herself. "NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Lilia screamed at the cowering woman. Her own fear swallowing her whole. The board went flying and you screamed at the sight. The spirit was angered.  You covered your ears as the sorrowful screams of the dead burst through the room. "I hated this the first time!" The divination witch cried. First time?! 

"Lilia's being weird again!" Teen shouted.

"What do they want!" Alice winced. 

Jennifer narrowed her eyes. "They already told us!" She shouted over the tortured screams. "Punish Agatha!" The screams stopped. Agatha paled. Looking terrified. Alice looked wide-eyed practically asking for confirmation. "Yep... it's how we pass the trial." Jennifer smirked, taking too much pleasure in this then what you liked. "And after everything she's done...  the lies, the cheating, the complete and utter lack of humanity." In a flash, and without thinking, you placed your body between the potions with and your mother, who was sitting on the floor.  Vulnerable like a bullied child. 

"No." You hissed at the smaller woman, thankful for your height at the moment. "I won't allow it..." You growled at the potions witch. Rio tilted her head in interest at your defence. Agatha teared up slightly at your protective stance in front of her. You were protecting her.  Shielding her from the coven... Just like how she had shielded you when you were a child. "I know, Agatha deserves punishment but not this... Not like this." You spat at the potions witch, daring her to try to get you to move. 

Lilia stepped forward, trying to defuse the tension between the two of you. "We could tie her up." She shrugged as she hummed deep in thought. You swallowed, feeling slightly betrayed. The divination witch frowned when she noticed the look in your gaze. But what choice was there? 

"Humiliation would work too?" Your eyes widened at Alice's words. What was this!? Then stepped onward with a devilish look. Suggesting just to cut Agatha's throat. You took a step back at her words, not wanting to be near her. 

The group continued to circle around the two of you and you began to feel trapped. You glanced down to Agatha's rigid figure on the floor. The older woman shrugged and looked annoyed. "And people ask me why I don't have female friends." She huffed in a pout. 

Teen looked around confused, you frowned. Blass his innocent idiotic heart. "But we were getting along, weren't we?" He asked like a child. So much false hope. "We were clicking! There was unity!" He argued, trying to find a light in the dark. 

However, Jennifer waved him off. "Familiars don't get votes." She spat at the teenager, giving you a pointed look. 

Something in you snapped. "Kale." You barked. Angered. The lights flickered and Agatha shared a knowing look with Rio. You used to lose your temper often as a teenager... so often that you once ended up breaking your friend's nose after she called Agatha a slur.  "That's enough." You hardened gaze took the coven by surprised. "No one is laying a fucking finger on Agatha. Get that through your thick skull, lass." You hissed, your accent cutting through the cabin. 

"Coming to save mummy, dear Minnie?" Jennifer smirked, deciding to see how far she could push you. You cringed at the sound of your nickname on her mouth. A part of you felt hurt, in truth, you were beginning to enjoy Jennifer's company. "What are you going to do about it, Minerva? Spit a fur ball at me?" The potions witch sneered, annoyed that you were getting in the way of what obviously had to be done. She didn't understand why you, who had been so quiet and observant in every previous trial, suddenly were taking the lead. Teen tried to intervene but was scorned by Lilia's look of concern. Not wanting the Teenager to get in the middle of the two angered witches. Your glare pierced the potion "What about a slap on the wrist? Go on, Minerva, what you going to do to stop us?" A slap rang through the air. Alice gasped and covered her mouth at the sight of you standing over the potions witch with a dangerous glint in your eyes. Jennifer held her cheek. You just.. just smacked her. You sneered as the pink witch recovered from your backhand. She went to slap you back, but you caught her hand. "Minerva!" She yelled in anger. 

Without warning, she took a chunk of your hair and pulled down. You yelled in pain. Your claw like nails scratched at her skin as you both tumbled to the ground. Lilia's eyes widened as she cringed at the display. You were in no condition to be rolling around the ground like dog. Especially with Jen. Teen guided her back as you and Jennifer continued to throw limps at each other. You managed to scrap your way on top and pin her hands, kneeing the potions witch in the ribs. A smirk left you. "Is that all you got, kale?" You hissed with a snarky smirk. You couldn't make her out well enough. Not with the combination of pain, Your glasses lost on the road and the wound on your cheek. Lilia breathed heavily as she watched your position on top of potions witch. Her brows furrowed and her lips thin. A gentle very unnoticeable red on her cheeks. You suddenly felt arms snake around your waist, pulling you off of the Potions witch.

Rio gritted her teeth as she kept you restrained. You relaxed in her arms, unwillingly but you had no choice. Breathing heavily, Death let you go as she felt you ease. "W-where did Agatha go?" Alice asked hesitantly. You stood and brushed yourself down. The lights turned off and everyone was on alert. Out of breath, Jennifer called for Agatha, her tone daunting. You sneered at the young woman and looked to her forming bruising. Did she need another? "We need light." Alice whispered worried. 

Cringing, you tensed and slowly inched towards Lilia. Keeping the divination witch close. She seemed to gravitate towards you too. What was that sound... It sounded so close. "Does anyone else hear that?" Lilia asked, her eyes trying to see through the darkness. Before you knew it, Teen began to scream. Jumping you turned your head in his direction, following his light source up. You yelped in horror and grabbed Lilia as she screamed at the sight of Agatha's possessed form clinging to the roof. Suddenly, she jumped down, hissing at the group like a wild animal. Her body began to twist and bones began to crack. You gasped as you watched the sight of your mother chasing after Teen on all fours. Jennifer screamed at Agatha, drawing her attention. The possessed woman took Jennifer by the throat and began to chock her in a deathly tight grip. You felt a tug on your arm and followed Lilia to the wall's power box. Just in the Knick of time, Lilia restored the power. Fixing the lights but causing Agatha to disappear. 

Clutching onto each other like a lifeline, Lilia and yourself frowned. Taking in the room. Rio grew angry as she shout for Agatha. A light source began to come down from the stairs. You hissed and pulled Lilia behind you slightly. If there was anything that you and Rio shared, it was a hate for ghosts. As the ghost took full form, Lilia demanded it's name. "Evanora Harkness of the Salemites." You nearly laughed at  the ghost. Salemites. What a silly name... 

Agatha crawled up from the the balcony. "Hey, mom." She frowned with a bitterness. Flicking her now undone hair out of her face. "It was nice having you in my body for a second there..." She ached from the possession. Mom? This was her mom? "I've never felt so close to you before." She continued sarcastically.

Evanora rolled her eyes and floated towards the group. "My coven risked everything to kill her and you fools have willingly joined her!" The ghost bellowed. Angered. You gritted your teeth. 

"Stop embarrassing me in front of my friends, mom." Agatha covered her face, embarrassed. You cringed. Thankful it was Agatha that had raised you and not Evanora. 

Jennifer looked to Lilia for guidance, eyes begging on what to do. You frowned. You couldn't simply just banish her, unfortunately. "Emotion ties them to this plane." Lilia began, keeping everyone within arms reach. "They have unfinished business." She explained, concern laced in her gaze. 

Teen nodded then asked the ghost of Agatha's mother what she wanted. "You must finish the witches road... Without Agatha." The colour drained from your face. Lila sent a glance your way. Noticing your sudden fear. You had left Agatha before. You could live without her. But you left when she was alive and well. Safe. Her fate in her own hands. You didn't... you'd never leave her like this. Damn the road. "Leave her. With me." Rio, sharing your panic began to protest. Evanora sneered and hissed at Death with a hateful glare. You bit the inside of your cheeks and your lips became thin. 

Agatha began to inch down the the stairs. Calling her mother. Evanora turned back to Agatha, her chin held high. Agatha, in that moment, looked like a child. A rejected child... Much too similar to how you looked when Agatha had first found you and Michelle. So hurt and rejected but still clinging to that little rag of light someday someone would accept you and tell you that you were enough.  "Why do you hate me still?" She asked quietly, her voice cracking. 

"You were born evil." Your heart dropped at her mother's response. No child was born evil... "I ought to have killed you the moment you left my body." Your jaw dropped. That little spec of hope Agatha was clinging onto had vanished... You were frozen in place. 

"We have to go." Jennifer said suddenly, catching the group by surprise. Teen frowned and tried to protest. "No! No. There's no flood here... There's no fire. The only danger to us in this trial.. is Agatha Harkness." Your eyes narrowed at her comment as your own protests reached the potion witch's ear. "Oh, go choke on a hair ball, Minerva, you heard what she said." Jennifer bit back, and for a moment, you saw pity in her eyes. 

Still slightly offended, you mumbled under your breath. "I'll choke on a hair ball when you come up with a more creative insult." Lilia gave a weak smirk and stroked your arm. Your heart ached as Agatha began to beg to be taken with the coven. Evanora, wasting no time, began to possess Agatha once more. You called Agatha's name but it was a failed attempt.  Your eyes widened in fear but then the room glowed orange. Alice. You watched at the girl shot Agatha's form with a magical blast, sending the ghost of Evanora away. "Alice, stop it!" You yelled. You had seen this all before. And there never was a good ending. Lilia was taken a back, horrified at the sight before her. In an instant, Agatha began to absorb Alice's power. Lilia screamed for the girl but you pulled her away. Keeping her from approaching the two. Perhaps it was selfish... You knew it was. But you weren't going to risk Lilia for Alice..

As Agatha drained the young woman of her life force, Teen suddenly shouted the name that was woven into Agatha's terrors. Nicholas Scratch. Everything went still. An exit was revealed. Alice lay lifeless on the floor. Nothing but a withered corpse. The smell of death lingered in the air and you looked at Agatha's confused gaze. Agatha tried to approach, coming to realise what she had done and the price that was paid. Teen snapped at the older woman. "Don't touch her!" He cried. "She was protecting you... But you don't deserve it." He gripped Alice tighter. 

Agatha scanned the group, seeing their gazes of mistrust, hate and disgust. She teared up. "I didn't..." She was speechless. Overwhelmed, Agatha ran for the exit.

 You brows furrowed and you were about to go after her when Lilia grabbed your hand. Keeping you still. "Don't. Sometimes it's best to give space." She whispered and pulled you closer. Agatha's eyes lingered on that small movement before she disappeared.

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As you walked out of the trial, You stuck close to Lilia's side. As you passed Teen and Agatha, Lilia paused. "Death comes for us all..." She spoke softly. Like it was a comfort. You brows furrowed in confusion before you looked to Agatha. She went to speak but could not. You gave her a soft smile and placed your hand in hers. Given it a light squeeze. Teen glared at you. Alice had just died.... Yet you were comforting her. If the boy was being honest. He was unaware how much he could truly trust you. The more he saw you... The more Harkness you appeared instead  of Smith. and that, was a scary thought. 

As you followed Lilia, you noticed how upset Jennifer really was. You bit the inside of your cheeks and sat beside her. "I'm sorry." You whispered softly. "For giving you too many bruises to count... and for Alice. She was a good witch..." You smiled reassuringly. Jennifer didn't answer. She didn't have to. You had speculated that she and Alice were closer then most when it came to the coven.. Jennifer searched your eyes then continued to look at nothing. You got the message. Standing, you walked over to Lilia. She frowned and scanned your face. "Don't look at me like that, Calderu... I tried..." You frowned and put your hands in your pockets.

The older woman softened. "I know.." She was about to continue but her body tensed. Your own body mimicked her movements as your eye twitched. Something felt off. Your nose twitched and you transfigured into your tabby cat form. Inching towards the energy shift. You kept yourself low and unnoticed. Just as you got comfortable, you screeched in agony. Your tail! Damn it! You glared at what had stood on your tail and noticed Lilia and Jennifer storming towards Agatha. You climbed up a tree to get a better few. Your ears lowered at the sight. Agatha struggled as Lilia and Jen flung her off the road. Every instinct in your body told you to lay low. You got a glimpse of their eyes. Blue. far from the beautiful honey brown you were used to. Then, Teen flung the two witches off of the bank. You panicked and jumped off the tree and ran to the edge of the bank. You.... weren't sinking in this form...  Too light Perhaps? But, you were too late. The three witches were gone. You glanced around, claws digging into the soil. As you did this, you noticed Teen staring at you. Glaring, you lowered you body and hid in the bushes.

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[astroboots]

Every You Every Me Issue #3

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader

Summary: You are determined to meet your Spider-benefactor face to face and you go to ever increasing extreme lengths to do so. Problem is, Miguel O'hara is very uncooperative to your plans.

Word count: 5,500 words.

Content: Slowest of the burn, so slow you wonder if it's even burning. Near death experiences, the state of the economy and how expensive it is to live in a big city, the emotional whiplash of Miguel O'Hara.

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You saw them in the window display of a bakery in Greenwich Village. Round sugar cookies with red frosting and white eyes, decorated as a tribute to everyone's favorite neighborhood Spiderman.

Before you had time to properly think things over (would he even like the cookies? Is he on a strict superhero diet and workout plan? What if he's gluten intolerant?) you were already standing in front of the cash register having a dozen of them wrapped up in fancy crinkly paper and were $72 dollars poorer. 

Charging six dollars per cookie is practically highway robbery, but that's par for the course with New York bakeries. You wouldn’t be surprised if every bakery in New York was already a part of Wilson Fisk’s criminal empire. 

As you push open the door, box in hand, you wonder wryly to yourself why Spiderman’s ruder alter ego isn't there to save you from that.

You wonder, for Superheroes, what classifies as an event worth intervening in and what everyday citizens need to be saved from?

Financial ailment doesn't quite seem to qualify from what you've been able to glean so far.

Tony Stark, for all the wealth he’s amassed (a large enough treasure hoard that he would be capable of buying the whole planet of Mars according to Forbes) isn't massively involved with charities. He only donates to the one: his own. And the Stark Foundation is really just Tony Stark paying reparations for the damage he and his buddies caused in the first place.

Thor is an actual deity, and you still remember that write-up in Esquire magazine, where local waiters in New Mexico had called him a terrible tipper and a habitual smasher of glassware.

Assault and battery is up in the air. There are accounts of Superheroes intervening; that Tiktok videos of She-Hulk breaking up a bar fight that went viral a few weeks back. But then equally, there are memes of Doctor Strange peeking out the window of Sanctum Sanctorum watching a street fight unfold,, utterly uninterested in getting involved. The internet labeled it as "mood". 

As for murder and mayhem, there's a longstanding public debate as to whether Superheroes cause more than they prevent. Case in point: that Moon Knight guy that paints the streets of London red.

There is no rule book written to explain how Superheroes decides who is worth saving and who is not.

Does one have to be important and have a material effect on the state of the world?

If so, you fall pitifully short. The most world-changing decision you made as of late was deciding to opt out of utensils on your last GrubHub order to help save the environment.

So it makes you wonder: Why on earth has this non-costume accurate Spiderman saved you, not once, not twice, but 13 times to date?

That’s just the first of many questions you’d like to ask him. What does he know that you don’t? Does he know why the universe seems to be out to get you lately? Or why death itself is following you everywhere you go, nipping at your heels?

You haven’t had the chance to ask him anything, because despite all of your encounters, you haven't met him face to face since that very first time. 

Inconveniently, you don't exactly have a way of contacting him. Superheroes aren't listed in the phone book. 

With no other way to reach out, you go at it the old fashioned way. You write him a note from a page you've ripped out of your notebook:

‘Thank you for saving me. Can we meet? I have questions.’

You place the note on the window sill. Setting the plate with $72 dollars worth of Spiderman cookies on top of the left corner of the paper to make sure it doesn't get blown away in the wind. Then you leave the window open for the first time since you've moved into this apartment before heading to bed.

There's nothing else to do but to wait. 

You wake to the spit and splatter of rain against your window. It's gray outside, and the cookies you set out the night before remain untouched. You frown at the sight, but you can't say you're surprised.

There was never any real indication that he was lurking around you. Superheroes are bound to have more interesting things on their schedule than stalking a random insurance employee.

You don't know why you thought this would work in the first place.

Getting out of bed, you walk up to your window to inspect the scene. The note is where you have left it, ink a little smeared from the rain, where the plate has kept it in place on the right corner.

That seems odd, now that you think about it. You stare at the note, eye drawn to the watermarks. Why are there water stains bleeding into the paper if your window was closed? As crappy as your rundown apartment can be, water damage is the one thing you haven't had issues with.

You draw your eyes to the closed window being smattered with the rain outside. Didn't you leave the window open last night? You're pretty sure you did, hoping that the open window would be seen as a gesture of invitation. You had left it open… right?

You did.

You're sure you did.

He must’ve been here.

Rude, not-costume-accurate Spiderman was here.

Right?

Your eyes flicker back to the window.

Or maybe you did close the window?

You close your eyes trying to recall your evening, packing the length of your apartment as you replay the memory. Suddenly, you're not so sure anymore. You always close your window, and even though you had every intention of keeping it open last night, who is to say you didn't close it out of sheer habit?

It's strange. Because if he was here, he would've spotted the note. But it's in the same spot you left it yesterday right under the plate on the left side of it...

You eye the undisturbed note tucked under the right corner of the plate.

Wait, wait. Didn't you put the note under the left side of the plate?

You did.

Yes, you definitely did.

Which means, he was here... Right?

You feel like you are going insane.

Are you seeing things that are not there? Was he actually here and if so why did he go to such lengths to pretend otherwise. Why would he passive-aggressively gaslight you into thinking he was never here?

You decide on a redo.

Because if you can't trust yourself and your questionable memory, you can trust a recording.

A teddy bear nanny cam sets you back $50. Not cheap, but not as outrageous as your stale-cardboard-tasting Spiderman cookies. 

You set it up on your dresser opposite your window and link it to your phone as per the instructions.

As for the bait. After having tasted those brick cookies for yourself, putting it out for a second night for a man who has saved your life repeatedly didn't seem right. You decide to bake them yourself this time.

The added bonus is that you get to mix blue food coloring into the frosting for the decoration that goes on top. In retrospect, the red Spiderman cookies from last time might’ve implied that you’re calling him a knock-off Spiderman. 

Besides, even with the cost of living crisis: a bag of flour, baking powder, unsalted butter, sugar and eggs cost a lot less than $72 dollars.

This time, you don't write him a sloppily put together note. You decide to write him a proper letter. 

If he did visit your apartment, (and you're not just going insane) the fact that he moved the note meant that he must've read it. 

This note didn’t work. 

It must not have been compelling enough, you were kind of in a hurry… 

You’ll have to write something better this time. Longer. More emotionally compelling. Surely if you take the time to really explain your plight, you can make him understand why it’s so important he talks to you! 

The problem is that it’s hard to sound serious when it’s written on lined paper from your ruled notebook. 

That won’t do. You go to the nearest stationery store in your neighborhood, a chain outlet of Paper Source to get yourself some decent looking stationary paper with a matching colored envelope to boot. 

You immediately regret this part of your plan, because it ends up setting you back another $26 dollars. Why is 6 pieces of paper so damn expensive anyhow? Surely there’s a few trees left in the world to chop down?!

$102 dollars down in your bank balance, you sit down at your dining table that night, pen in hand and begin writing. You pour your heart onto the pages, setting out in as precise words as you can manage the effect your near death incidents have had on you. 

How scared you are, how confused you are, but also how grateful you are that he's saved you, again and again and again. That you believe if you and him can just meet in person and talk, if you could ask questions and figure out why this is happening, then maybe you can find a way to stop it from happening again.

Then you fold the letter and tuck it neatly into the matching envelope and slide it under the left side of the cookie plate and go to sleep.

When you wake the next morning, nothing seems out of the ordinary.

The cookies are still neatly arranged on your plate. The letter snugly tucked underneath it.

On the left side this time, you note. 

It doesn’t look like he came. 

The only thing is that you swear that the envelope is now several inches further to the left than where you left it last night.

Again, maybe that’s just wishful thinking.

You pull up your phone, opening the app linked to the nanny cam and press play.

There is nothing but the still frame of your studio apartment, your bed to the right and your window square in the camera-view. You speed up the video, but the only thing that takes you by surprise is that you apparently toss a lot more in your sleep than you thought.

The camera footage goes well into 3am, and you’re resigning yourself to the fact that this was all down to your imagination.

He didn't come last night. Probably didn't come the night before. Most likely you woke up from the rain, closed the window and were too sleepy to remember.

You sigh, setting down your phone on the table, prepared to let this whole endeavor go.

On your screen, a smudged shadow appears in the corner of the window. You jump to your feet from your seat, knocking your chair over in the process with a raucous thud. The dark figure grows larger on your screen, dark navy blue and lines of stark red that perches itself onto your window sill.

YES! yes-yes-yes! You knew it. You fucking goddamn knew it!

You were right.

Adrenaline buzzes victoriously in your veins, and you grip your phone harder. Your heart is pounding so fast and hard in your chest you can hear the drumming beat of it in your ears.

He was here!

(You're not cuckoo for cocoa puffs).

You watch as his large figure sits on your window sill. He's still wearing his mask, and while you can't make out the expressions underneath, the outline where his eyes would have been, painted in dark blue, now narrow into a slit on your screen. 

There's a hostility emanating from that glare that you are able to sense all the way from the opposite side of the screen. He stares down at the plate of cookies suspiciously. Then he just stays there, unmoving, having a staring competition with the cookies you baked in his image.

In the privacy of your living room, you have the luxury of taking the time to get a proper look at him without interruption. It's hard to ignore the fact of just how tightly fitted to his skin that suit is. The dark blue fabric clings to every line of muscles on his body and it makes your cheek prickle with heat when you look. It feels voyeuristic somehow, but you can't help but think that the more modest alternative would be if he had worn nothing at all.

He's absurdly ripped. Muscular doesn't even begin to describe it. Broad shoulders and a narrow tapered waist segueing into obscenely thick and defined thighs that have your eyes linger for far too long. You shake your head to snap yourself out of it, Jesus you are acting like a creep. This isn’t OnlyFans, though lord knows you paid for this privilege! $102 for a cam video! 

On the footage, there is finally movement. He reaches for a cookie, bringing it to his mouth. The blue fabric dematerializes on his lower face until it reveals his tanned skin and that ridiculously cut jaw of his.

His mouth parts. Fangs protrude where his canine teeth are supposed to be and the sight makes you nearly drop your phone in shock.

Is this Spiderman a vampire? Or is he like a tarantula Spiderman with fangs to match?

You watch in suspended horror as he bites into the cookie, those sharp fangs of his are in plain view as he chews. 

He leans over to reach for a second cookie and all your trepidation is forgotten for a second, because if he’s reaching for a second one, it must mean he likes them. You grin at your screen, culinary pride beating out any caution or fear you may have had. 

Then he lifts up the plate, picking up the letter. The anticipation is too much. You press your face closer to the screen to try to get closer, because your screen is too small to pick up any possible nuances in his expression. 

He's carefully opening the envelope as he starts to read. It's impossible to tell what he's thinking. There's no visible change of facial expressions in the outline of his masked eyes. His mouth, which is bared to you, doesn't so much as twitch.

It doesn’t take long for him to read it. When he's done, he tucks the letter back under the plate. Then he bends down over the plate of cookies, and for a moment you think he’s going in for a third. Instead his hand lingers on the plate, before he starts to slide the remaining cookies around the plate to your confusion. You watch in confusion as he picks up the cookies one by one to space them out more evenly. You don't quite understand what he's trying to do, wait… is Vampire spider man re-arranging the cookies to make it less obvious he’s eaten them?!  

The bastard really was trying to gaslight you into thinking he was never here.

Once he’s seemingly satisfied with his work, he straightens up, turning until his back is against the camera preparing to leave.

To your surprise his face turns around to take one last look inside. The direction of his gaze settles on your bed where you're sleeping. His eyes lingers there for a handful of moments, inscrutable over the mask.

Is he sad? Angry? You can't tell.

He finally looks away and then he leaps off the window.

Politely asking him in writing is clearly not working out for you.

You decide the only recourse you have left is to try and physically catch him.

Such a simple sentiment that had sounded so easy in your head, but you quickly run into logistical issues when you try to put it into practice.

The man is built like a tank. Can leap off of skyscrapers (and the window of your sixth floor) without breaking a sweat. Potentially also a vampire.

You're not exactly sure how you're supposed to catch someone like that.

Your google research is off to a shaky start. Somehow you end up down a rabbit hole of tutorials for non-lethal mouse traps. It's not very useful inspiration. Because you can't exactly build a 7 foot large cage trap to catch him the next time he comes around to help himself to cookies.

But the concept of having a lure trap set with bait seemed transferable and so you decide to go for a classic spring trap that you’ll modify. No cage, instead you set up a DIY contraption with a sturdy string attached to a bell meant to quickly alert you to his presence next time he comes around. 

The game plan is to wake up and corner him before he has a chance to abscond.

As for bait, you google things that vampires might like in a half-thought of plan it might be applicable. Unfortunately, there are no young virgin maidens you know of as far as the eye can see in New York (yourself included) so that was a no go. 

So you default back to cookies (because hey, at least it worked last time).

Amazon has your whole set up shipped and delivered by the next day and you implement phase 3 of your rapidly escalating attempts to reach out to him.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work. For one he doesn’t show up that night. Or the night after. It takes him four whole days to show up again and when he does, he spots your trap a mile away. When you review the footage on the cam the next day, he avoids the rope and the whole mechanism effortlessly. 

There's no sound on the nanny cam so you can't be sure of it. But you think from the way the line of his shoulders shake as he steps over the rope that he might be laughing at you. He’s definitely seen through few supervillain traps in his days so in hindsight the probability of success here was low.

He does however eat three of your cookies this time.

You get a little bit more desperate after that.

You decide that if a trigger trap to wake you won't work, then obviously, the next best thing is for you to simply stay awake.

The problem is that he doesn't show up every night. His visits are entirely random without an obvious pattern. Sometimes he shows up two nights in a row, sometimes he goes several days without making a guest appearance on your nanny cam footage.

It means you end up downing a whole carafe of coffee, and several energy drinks, every night for a week straight. Entirely unable to predict what night he's going to appear, you keep dooming your already tiny bladder to a dozen visits to the bathroom before the clock has even struck nine.

The saddest part of it is that despite being wired on enough coffee to power a nuclear power station by yourself, you never end up staying awake the whole night through. 

More often than not you end up falling asleep sitting upright by the dining table waiting up for him. Then the next morning you wake with a wry neck, a sore back and your face pressing up uncomfortably against the wooden surface.

But you're nothing if not tenacious. Tonight makes it the sixth night in a row that you’re doing this. You stare down the can of red bull on your dining table as you pick it up and lift it to your mouth. You’re going to keep going, hardness of the wooden table be damned.

You're surprised to find yourself waking up feeling well rested without any aches. Surrounded by the softness of your quilt and your even softer memory foam pillow. 

The luxurious comfort of it all is such a relief that you don't even question it at first. Don't question why you're in bed when the last thing you remember was nodding off against the palm of your hand and the hard discomfort of your dining chair.

In the sanctuary of your bed, you just dig your face deeper into your pillow and snooze for as long as you can. Ignoring the bright sun pouring in from your windows until it sears unforgivingly against your skin and you decide that it’s finally time to start your day.

By habit, the first thing you do as you get up from bed is to pull up the nanny cam app on your phone and press play on last night's recording.

There's nothing of interest. Seeing yourself read a book by the dining table and chugging down a series of Red Bull is hardly riveting television.

Yesterday you barely even make it until midnight because you can see yourself nod off at the table, head sliding off your palm and plonking down on the dining table. You flinch at the impact, vaguely impressed that the collision didn't wake you.

Your (maybe vampire) Spiderman turns up at 3 am.

Much like the times before, he perches himself on your window sill, peering inside (presumably to check for any new traps you might have laid out for him).

His broad frame stiffens, and then, with a smooth leap, he's inside your apartment.

Excitement rushes to your head, because this is the furthest he’s gone and the first time he's come all the way inside instead of just lurking on the window sill. 

He goes over to your bed, flinging the quilt to the side. He seems stressed, the dark shape of his eyes wide as he stands over the empty bed when it dawns on you what’s happening on screen right now. 

Oh, he's worried.

He looks over at you, hunched over the dining table, sound asleep and oh god, is that drool on your cheek? 

The line of his shoulder relaxes. The broadness of his chest rises then dips with a heavy exhale. Something warm trickles in your stomach at his obvious concern for you.

The mystery is confounding. You don't know him. You've never met him, but for some unfathomable reason he cares enough about you to genuinely care about your safety and you want to know why. 

He makes his way over to the table where you are. The mask slowly ebbs away, uncovering his familiar chin, cheeks and then finally his eyes. An other-worldly shade of crimson that has you spellbound and transfixed on the screen. 

You find yourself raising your phone closer to your face, trying to get a better look at him. Cursing the crappy quality of the video. You don't know what to make of the way he's looking at you. It's intensely focused, almost sad, and… and… And you don't know what, but it makes your heart leap up into your throat, chest clenching tight.

He bends over, wrapping his broad arms under your knees. He’s careful in his movements, cupping your head as it lolls to the side until you’re comfortably resting against his shoulders. It’s a practiced movement, as if he’s done this a hundred times before as he picks you up and carries you bridal style to your bed. Gingerly tucking you under the quilt with something that looks a lot like tenderness. 

It leaves you with more questions than ever.

Ever since you started your caffeine chugging marathon, work has become a new kind of hell.

You're already half-asleep and nodding off at your desk by 10.30. Eyes sore and strained as you stare at the bright screen and try to make sense of the endless columns that are all different and also all the same until your brain refuses to try to make sense of any of it anymore.

You need to go for a walk. Clear your head.

Maybe pop out for a coffee... smoothie. Definitely smoothie.

Outside, the heat is oppressive, far too hot for only being May. Definitely too hot when there are this many tourists around. The street is so crowded you can barely make an inch of headway, trapped behind a family with a stroller in front, trapped in front of a pushy businessman who keeps stepping on your heels every two steps, and trapped next to a guy who is really into his airpods.

With the excess of caffeine still trying to make its way out of your system and the unforgiving heat of the sun beating against your back, it all has the effect of making you feel like you’re hung over. Your breakfast is roiling in your stomach. Sweat plastered against every inch of clothing. You don't know why you do this to yourself.

Every morning you tell yourself never again, and yet every night, there you were, spending half of your disposable income on energy drinks.

Starting from today, you're going cold turkey on the stuff. You've finally given up on trying to stay awake long enough to catch your super-stalker in his cookie burglar routine. Endlessly chugging down caffeine every night is not working out for you. Neither are the DIY mouse traps.

You're running low on ideas of how to trap him. You have nothing else to go on anymore. No idea on how to summon the man. The only time you know he'll be there is the moment before each near-death when he's there to save you.

What are you supposed to do with that? Purposely throw yourself off another building to lure him out?

That's crazy!

…Right?

But maybe... No! Definitely crazy.

Someone screams, and you snap out of your thoughts. There's yelling and terrified shrieks all around you. You're caught in the throng of people, panicked bodies pushing and pressing up against you, all of them trying to run the other way.

You dig in your heels, bracing yourself against the stampede of people. They’re pushing in from every direction until it’s impossible to move an inch. It’s hard to turn your body, when second after second, someone is pummeling into your side, knocking into your bruising shoulder. You barely manage to crane your neck back far enough when you finally spot it. 

A red-green truck with a gigantic taco on its roof is careening towards you across the pavement, no driver behind the wheel. The sea of bodies parts around the out-of-control vehicle, people running left, right and forward to escape being crushed under the wheels.

There’s no time to react. It’s too close. Too fast. 

A hand clutches at your wrist and pulls you backwards, your vision obscured as your face is pressed up against a familiar solid warmth. 

"Hold onto me," he tells you, and you do. 

You're held firm against him as the ground underneath your feet disappears, and everything feels weightless. Then all you hear is a loud thunderous crash.

Your feet touch back down on the ground, and the strong protective hold on you unravels.

When you open your eyes he's already gone. You're left on the corner of Lexington Avenue, still trying to catch your breath. The mob of people is still there all around you, but the panic has passed now, everyone is standing still. Everyone is observing the wreckage of the run amok truck that is now flipped onto its side, rendered harmless.

Miraculously, somehow, nobody around you seems visibly injured.

From a distance, you can hear sirens approaching with a deafening wail. 

But your mind is elsewhere, on the shade of the familiar dark blue and red as you were being saved seconds ago. On his gentle voice in your ear that still thrums pleasantly in your chest. 

You want to see him again. 

It's Friday, and you break half an hour early for your designated 40 minutes of lunch, taking the elevator directly to the 72nd floor, which is under construction to renovate it into an open observation deck for the public next year.

The thing with commercial skyscrapers is that nowadays most of them have safety glass panels on all outside spaces of the upper floors to ensure that it is impossible to climb up the buildings and jump.

It's a safety feature that became standard after the financial crisis of 2008.

Turns out that imposing an 80 hour work week on your employees, where they don't get to see their family or friends or have a life outside of work, and then stripping them of their financial security makes a lot of people miserable and suicidal (who knew?)

The elevator pings open, and you exit into the construction zone, carefully avoiding the various tools scattered across the half-finished deck. On Fridays, the construction workers on the site leave by lunchtime, and the space is empty of people. 

Step by step, you walk up towards the edge of the terrasse, until you stand before the temporary safety rail, looking out over the sprawling city below you. Cars look like tiny moving pebbles and the people, a hive of ants scurrying from street to street.

It’s a dizzying view. Both beautiful and grotesque in its grandeur. The 72nd floor will be 28 more floors to fall from than the 44th was.

The air around you seems to thin, and your stomach wants to crawl down to your feet and hold on to steady ground.

Taking a deep breath, you lift the hem of your shirt, running your hand over the safety harness strapped around your waist, reassuring yourself it's still there. Then you feel along the attached cord, using the carabiner at the end to clip it around the rod of the safety rail. 

Being impulsive and daring in your quest is one thing. Reckless and stupid is another.

It’s not a real climbing rope and harness. Turns out professional safety gear is shockingly expensive, but you found a knock-off resistance training set, complete with harness and stretchy bungee cord rope, on Amazon for a very reasonable $15. You’ve already spent $72 on cookies, $50 dollars for a nanny cam set, and an extortionate $26 for stationary paper in your never-ending quest to lure out Fake Spiderman. You figure a rope is a rope, and you're not paying $100 more to get ripped off by the big climbing corporations. But you’re also not willing to go without.

After all, you've already fallen from the Chrysler building once, and you're not angling for a repeat.

As intent as you are on seeing your Spider-benefactor eye to eye, you're not quite prepared to die for the privilege. Your plan is just to make it look like you are going to jump.

Any superhero worth his dime wouldn't actually let you fall before they would be willing to save you.

That would be a real dick move.

You give your impromptu safety rig one last tug to make sure it's secure, then straighten your posture. Grabbing a hold of the metal rail, you hoist yourself up. You clamber onto it, gripping tight with shaking hands as you swing a leg over, straddling the bar.

Left leg then the right, until all of you are on the other side of the railing.

Then you stay there.

One second. Then two. You close your eyes and try not to look down at the many, many floors below, and how one gust of strong wind could probably knock you over and have you falling down the building again. You count the seconds that pass you by. 

Five. Six. Seven.

A strong gust of wind blows through your side, and your legs buckle at the strong resistance, hand gripping down on the metal railing to hold yourself steady so you don't fall off.

Eightnineten! Ok. Fuck. No. You're good. Fuck this! He's not going to come.

If he didn’t come when you climbed over, he's not going to turn up now.

You briefly let go of the railing with one hand, adjusting your grip so you can climb back to safety. The sun beating down on your back disappears and is eaten up by a large and looming shadow. Every hair on the back of your neck prickles in warning.

Your reaction is too slow, you don't even have time to turn around to see what caused it. Then all you hear is an angry booming voice right next to your ear.

"Have you lost your goddamned mind?!"

You panic, flinging out your hand to catch the bar, but the hard metal of the railings isn't there anymore.

There is a sharp metallic snap. The safety rope around your waist splits from the hasp.

He’s calling your name.

The world tilts and everything goes upside down along with it. Your stomach sinks with a sickening plummet, legs dropping through into zero gravity as you find yourself staring up at the blue and endless New York sky.

Then you're falling from the Chrysler building.

Again.

Fuck!

~ Next Issue

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