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[chaneajoyyy]

Just watched top gun maverick…… and whooo Chile. Any fics for any of them and a poc or black reader?

You know it! @leahnicole1219

TOP GUN FANFICITON (!black reader or !poc reader)

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW

"you know what i need in my life is to run and jump iinto bradley bradshaws arms to kiss him like he's gets back imma sprint"- @inkdrinkerworld

"he met me in my im going to stay single phase & now i'm obsessed with him (!au)- @deanscroissant

hit the hard deck series- @purplelily247

crush (bradley x black!oc), good wife (x!blackoc)- @dulcewrites/@dulcelibra

"he puts on such a hard front but he's a total pleaser in the bedroom. he'll go all out if you're having a hard day and not ask for anything in return, no matter how much you insist it'll make you feel even better, the rooster and i series- @princessphilly

LT JAKE "HANGMAN" SERESIN

call me jake series, watermelon sugar, hangman is secretly possessive and loves leaving marks everywhere he can especially if he sees someone else flirting with his girl, Can I request a soft moment between Hangman and the girl he is seeing?, thinking about calling him daddy for the first time. Like, it just slips when you’re begging him to touch or fuck you and the man goes feral., ohhhhh Hangman finally getting with the girl of his dreams but she’s not convinced he actually likes her because she’s heavier and he’s carved like a greek statue, so he spends the night proving to her just how much he’s attracted to her, i know you wanted smutty but I’ve been feeling really blah lately so if you could hit me with some humor fluff maybe slight smut? With rbf reader who is blunt saying 10) “Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.” To hangman while playing pool just completely shocking him, going off the thought that Hangman has a classic sailor pinup on his thigh... Could we please have some Hangman tattoo worship please?- @princessphilly

mrs. seresin- @afictionalwhor3

jake's love language, cowboy's date with a georgian (xblack!oc), wet dreams, texas roadhouse, jade, alien storytime (another world series) - @entertainmentgirl80

"hello hello my love <3 I thought maybe I could request something where reader has never really been comforted when crying throughout her life but one time Jake walks in on her crying and just comforts her. She doesn’t expect that and it’s all just a bunch of fluff! I love your writing so much thank you for putting your work out for people to enjoy <3- @inkdrinkerworld

you're pretty, so happening, you're alive, trip to the bahamas no fuck that series- @itsthestutterforme

LT RUBEN "PAYBACK" FITCH

"we neverrrr talk about Payback. Tell me about what happens when Reuben takes a girl out on their first date. Since I'm feeling all mushy."- @princessphilly

LT JAVY "COYOTE" MACHADO

"just wanna share sime little thots on Javy but damn does that man look like he gives such good head. He's reserved but when its behing closed doors that mouth can do anything you want ((but you'll have to ask niceky first)) 🥴", "thots on Coyote and pussy worship?"- @princessphilly

daylight, pie, cancelled flights and beignets- @siempre-bucky

if it's worth your time series, promise this ain't a test, i did what i had to do, for better days, how sweet it is...- @coyotesamachado

flight scare- @words-4u

pie- @siempre-bucky

LT BILLY "FRITZ" AVALONE

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LT MICKEY "FANBOY" GARCIA

what happens when mickey grows his hair out... - @siempre-bucky

take me by the heart, take me by the hand- @rae-gar-targaryen

warped series (with jake seresin)- @anjaelle

ROBERT "BOB" FLOYD

sundress season, bob is a freak in the bedroom, good girls do, bob and his good girl's wedding night, "anything you got for rooster i'll take it...literally anything but like him on the beach playing touch football" - @princessphilly

white christmas (spy/the americans au)- @dulcewrites

morning showers, koko's and bobby's sexy time, koko's insecurities, expecting again koko's & bobby's special day, koko's special valentine's, - @entertainmentgirl80

the new girl, i think you're cute- @ladyelissarose

might be an understatement- @friendlyneighborhoodchaosdemon

***LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY !BLACK READER OR !POC READER FIC WITH THESE CHARACTERS HIT MY LINE!!!***

[evilgwrl]

Neighbour!Simon Riley x Reader

Girl Next Door (Eleven)

CW: Violence, bleeding, PIV sex, second-hand embarrassment, possessive behaviour, hickies and titty sucking

Previous Chapter

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Your thighs burnt as sweat cascaded down your neck, drooling down your crooked spine as you whined into the humid air. Your room was trashed, your clothes were sprawled in various places, crinkled into a nightmare as you writhed, your tits bouncing deliciously above your date’s face.

Under-worked hands found your ass, slapping the flesh in a hazed state as you looked down, watching as the man’s eyes trailed across your body in a ludicrous manner. You would blame this later on the alcohol, but for now, you were attempting to put on a show. You weren’t sure why; it didn’t feel natural.

Nothing felt natural, knowing it wasn’t with Simon.

Your pussy clenched around the cock inside you, gummy walls gliding along the hard member with a squelch as you cooed, chasing the high you would have normally felt by now. Your eyes were shut, crinkled on your face as your lips parted, wet tongue occasionally darting out to lick at them.

You found yourself growing tired and desperate for it to end as you felt the man stutter inside you, his hands coming down onto your hips as you gazed down, noting that his concentrated face was rather amusing.

“Jesus Christ, you’re tight,” Louis groaned, “You’re gonna make me cum.”

Your head threw itself back, eyes automatically rolling. However, this time, it wasn’t with pleasure and more with annoyance. Your moan was obnoxious as you rubbed at your clit, the sensitive nub throbbing against your finger before you prepared to fake your orgasm, your voice growing higher pitched by the second before you were lulling your mouth open.

“Oh God, Simon!”

Your body paused as you gasped, a hand flicking up to your mouth with embarrassment as you looked down with wide eyes. Louis had stilled now, his cock growing flaccid with disappointment as you adjusted yourself.

“Uh- Sorry, who’s Simon?”

“Oh my God, it was an accident. Louis, I’m so sorry-“

“I’m going to go,” he spat, his eyes rapid as he chased around the room for his clothes. You were humiliated as you looked down, spitting out any weak excuse you could to stop him from leaving.

“Louis, I’m so sorry, I promise I didn’t mean to do that- I really enjoyed our date!”

Your eyes were fuzzy now, glazed with unshed tears as you held back a hiccup, wrapping a silken dressing gown around your bare frame. The night sky was unkept and wild as bats swarmed over your duplex, an occasional hiss from frogs hidden beneath dying trees calling out into the slumber.

Your date was justifiably angry, his clothes on back to front as he huffed around your house for his keys. Outside, Simon stood proud. His hand stunk of tobacco, a lit cigarette slowly burning away in his hand as he scurried outside after your very loud slip-up.

The front door was nearly taken off its hinges as Louis barged it open, muttering under his breath before he looked to the side, his eyes taking in the burly man who sprawled himself across the chair on the porch, a cocky grin on his face.

“Y’ alright?” The Lieutenant remarked, his eyes burrowing any vulnerable emotions as he lapped in the sight of the dishevelled man before him. The air was thick with growing tension, any form of common sense seizing from Louis as he strolled over to Simon, his fist closed.

“You fucking prick-“

For a moment, all that could be heard was the gentle hum of passing traffic on further streets or the occasional jingle of a dying street light flickering. Your eyes were bewildered as you stepped outside, taking in the sight of the angered man’s fist colliding with your neighbour’s cheek, a grunt leaving parted lips.

Simon was quick to rise to his feet, towering over the man by a multitude as his elbow connected with his jaw, a horrific crack kissing your ears as you winced, watching him pummel the other side of his face with a hooked punch.

“Stop!” You screeched, attempting to play hero as you grabbed at Louis’ arm, trying to pull him away.

The pain didn’t hit you at first as you fell back, your body colliding with the porch floor with a huff. You weren’t even sure something had happened until you felt a rush leaving your nose, the pink silk that concealed you now stained with a growing crimson.

Simon’s face was uncanny as he watched you, his eyes consumed by his pupils as he knocked the man to the floor, quickly positioning himself above him as he pummelled his skin, tainting it with a tattoo of bruises as he choked out on his anger.

“Simon! Stop it! You’re going to kill him,” you writhed, clutching onto your swollen nose as blood trembled down your lips, the taste of metallic filtering through your buds. Louis spluttered underneath the Lieutenant as Ghost raised himself, rushing to your side as he held onto the bridge of your nose.

Louis gasped for air as he turned to the side, spattering blood onto the floor as he turmoiled in pain. His car keys were strewn onto the lawn as he turned to look at your bruising face, his own replicating yours in a more severe state. Sticky tears fell from your eyes as you watched your date limp to his sportscar, his clothes cascaded in both bodily fluids and dirt.

“I need to stop the bleeding, make sure it’s not broken,” Simon whispered, hoisting you up into his jittering frame.

Of course, you wanted to speak to Simon again; you were practically dying for it. Just not like this. Your house felt lifeless as he positioned you on your bathroom counter, the thin fabric that you wore doing nothing to shun the cold as you shivered.

The bleeding had stopped now as he removed the tissues from your nose, admiring it for any noticeable breaks.

“It’ll hurt for a bit, but it’s not broken. Are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” you mewled, closing your eyes as you rested your head against the mirror. You opened them for a moment, watching Simon as he took you in, monitoring the way your chest rose and fell under the sheer gown you wore. Your nipples pebbled under his gaze, prickling through the pink as he sucked in a deep breath.

“I should go, ‘m sorry for beating your date up,” he ventilated, his gaze now focused on your parted lips. Your face was flushed, your cheeks blushed with both nerves and embarrassment as you nodded gently.

“You should go.”

Your lashes fluttered delicately, dipping against your cheek as you watched the Lieutenant, your bodies speaking for you as a calloused hand placed itself against an exposed region of your thigh. Your breathing faltered at the unfamiliar spark that lingered with the simplicity of the motion.

The mirror behind you began to fog with growing tension, an animalistic shade taking Simon’s russet eyes as he focused on the way you hicked with every stroll of his thumb. Every hair on your body raised as you found yourself spreading your legs, endless heat simmering from you as loose fingers fiddled with the strings of your dressing gown.

His pupils dilated once more as his hand found your throat, pulling it to the side with a tug as dried lips suckled the needy flesh, his kiss hot with both wanton and possession. Your moan was breathy and quiet, but he heard it. That was how you were supposed to sound.

Your cunt clenched as he latched onto the crook of your neck, trailing spit down to your chest as desperate fingers toyed with your nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between thickened fingers. Simon’s breath was hot as he whispered against your breasts, his teeth grazing against the nubs before he took one into the heat of his mouth, rolling his tongue around them with a suck. He was quick to present the other with the same fortune, layering your tits with growing claims and drool.

Any air that was from your lungs was knocked out as his eyes met yours, his tongue flat against your chest as he growled.

"Know I left, but 'll make it up to ya, love. Need to make ya mine, can I do that?"

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

He Canceled Hot Girl Summer 🔥

Summary: You had a one night stand right at the beginning of summer when you moved to England. It was supposed to be the start of your Hot Girl Summer: England Edition. Unfortunately, some stupidly hot, funny (your downfall really) guy with a dumb mohawk got you to bounce on his dick. Next thing you know, that Summer was canceled, and you've got a baby with blue eyes just like his dad.

CW: depictions of sex. Talks about abortions. MDNI.

Pairing: Johnny MacTavish x Black!reader.

This is a comedy with sprinkles of drama, but it is not a dark content fic.

When you get the chance, read my mutual @evergreenlake secret baby trope fic as we are writing the trope together. It features Price x Reader. Find it here

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Tag list: message me to be added or @ me and I'll get you next chapter.

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More from the Hot Girl universe

[nelo0wesker]

You’re stuck with my forever

Armando x reader, attempt breaking up

@leahnicole1219

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Y/N signs wondering how she should tell Armando they should break up. She was at home now thinking about how to say it. She didn’t want to break up by sending a text or phone call. She looks at her phone and picks it up telling Armando they should meet up cause she has to tell him something.

She leaves her house and gets in her car driving to the location that her and Armando were meeting. While she was driving Y/N looked at herself from the rear view mirror and tried to give herself a pep talk. “You got this Y/N” she says gulping. Her eyes switched back to the road and rear view mirror. “All you have to do is say you want to break up” she whispers. “It’s not like he is in the cartel” she nervously chuckled knowing that Armando is in the cartel.

“Why the fuck did a date someone from the cartel!?” She says questioning her own stupidity. “Yes he was charming, handsome, a gentleman” she whispers and curses herself for falling for the man charms. “Why did he have to be so fine and dangerous… ugh”.

Y/N finally made it to the place they were meeting. It was a coffee shop. She pauses at the door and mentally prepares herself to tell Armando they should break up. She opens the door and walks in and stops seeing Armando. He was in a black tank top showing off his muscles making her blink at them. She saw the gold chain around his neck and gulped. “I can’t do this” she whispers to herself thinking of not telling him they should break just because of how fine he is right now.

Armando looks up and smiles seeing her telling her to come here. She goes to him and gives an awkward smile at him. Those muscles had her drooling inside but she didn’t want to show how much of an effect it had on her. She blinks and looks at his face. She gives a small smile as Armando gives her coffee. He ordered her a cup before she got here. It's her favorite. She takes a sip and signs really second guessing herself.

She clears her throat and looks at Armando. She sets her cup down. “Umm Armando,” she says nervous on what she’s about to say. He looks up at her with his eyebrow raised drinking his own coffee. “Yes mami?” He questions her. She gulps again and looks into his eyes and immediately looks down. “I-I… I’m breaking up with you-“ she tries to tell him. “No” he tells her continuously while drinking his drink and she pauses looking at him confused. “No? W-what do you mean?” She questions so confused on what he meant.

“Me and you ain’t breaking up” he tells her with a smirk looking into her gorgeous eyes. “You're stuck with me forever”. She looked at him dumbfounded at what he said. “I-I… I want to break up” she tells him as he gets up and gets her to get up as well. She gets up looking at him as he grabs her wrist and pulls her out the shop leaving the drinks. She allows him to pull her to his car. He opened the door for her and pulled her inside and closed the door. He gets on his side and gets in and looks to grab. Armando grabs her chin and his finger grazes her lips. “You ain’t leaving me mami” he tells her. She felt some fear looking at him as he moved her hair out of her face. “I am and I will” she tells him going to pull away but he moves her chin toward him and kisses her deeply.

Her eyes widened at the kiss. He bit her lip making her wince in pain a little bit making her open her mouth. Allowing him to deepen the kiss. She was struggling with her thoughts. His lips felt so nice on hers. He pants as he breaks the kiss. She tries to talk but he moves his lips to her neck and starts sucking, making her moan. “A-Armando I-I’m breaking up with you and that’s final” she says and gasps and he nips a sensitive spot.

Armando pulls back and looks at her flushed face and smirks. “Tell me why you want to break up mami” he tells her, giving her a flirtatious look making her flush more. “Umm… you're a bad man” she whispers and shrieks as gets closer. “You like that about me baby” he whispers in her ear. She gulps as she stutters speaking. “You kill people-“ she tries to say but he goes back to sucking on her neck making her moan. She realized she ain’t winning this battle of breaking up with him. He’s not gonna allow it…

[adoresmiles]

His. Concealed Obsession.

Chapter three.

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AN: Y’all I’m out here making my own gifs and it’s stressing me out lol but I hope you guys enjoy chapter three! Please give feedback on how you feel about the book. Love you guys 🫶🏽

The following day.

"Conseguiste las huellas de las manos del cristal?"

"We are in the process of laminating it now. The tracker was placed underneath her car before she left to meet up with her friend yesterday."

"Perfect, Catalina  did you get the background information on her and her family?"

"Yes , Ms Powers who full name is Kanani Souline Powers. She is the youngest daughter of Noelani Storm and Daniel Ramos Powers. Her mother is a Seasoned 9-1-1 operator , while her father is a captain on the swat team. Kanani is also the sister to Jaxon Tyree and Keith Makana Powers. Jaxon is the lieutenant for the Miami fire department and Keith is a detective."

"Realmente sabes cómo elegirlos"

"Shut it."

"Alongside with her brothers , Kanani was born in Honolulu Hawai'i . She graduated from University of Michigan with a masters degree in Aerospace. Wow ... she's extremely intelligent. Base off of her social media, her hobbies include cooking, dancing , shopping and spending time with her family and friends. She is currently working on opening up her own business."

"Tell me about her past. What's the deal with that?"

Armando asked the young female as she clicked away on her mouse. A mixture of pictures showed across the screen of Kanani,  her family and friends . From what he was being showed , he can see that she was raised in a big , blended and loving family. He learned that her father had a son within his previous marriage . Which made sense to why he was seeing  the slightest bit of difference between the three siblings.

"Well she was in a relationship with the judge son who put your mother away behind bars. He also has a history of domestic violence and multiple of charges. He does have two existing restraining orders against him one is from Kanani and the other his now ex girlfriend."

"When does the restraining order ends?"

"It expires in two days boss."

"Kill him in two days , but let's make it brutal"

"Are you sure about that? He's pretty well known around in Miami."

"I killed the neighbor, I killed the others and I shot my own father. Do you think I care about him being well known ?"

"Clearly not , you are still killing people even when your dad cleared your name. How would you think he will feel if he found out about you doing this to his coworker daughter?"

"Again , do it looks like I care about what him or anyone thinks ? No it doesn't , so as I mentioned before kill him in two days and this time you do it."

"So I have her hand print laminated down, you'll be able to have access to her house once we are able to test it. You just have to figure out when her next outing is going to be."

"That shouldn't be to hard , based off her calendar in her phone she has zero meetings. I checked her emails and nothing is scheduled, she's a sitting a duck. Her meeting that she had with Galena today went right through, isn't that right Gal?"

"She's smarter than what everyone thinks. Her store is going to be extremely valuable for us to use. The only thing is that her best friend will be be helping her run the store. We need our own people in there to make sure the drugs are coming in and out."

"So you and Catalina will find some people who has the similarities of Kanani and her best friend. Send them to the store for interviews and they should get hired on the spot. This is the only we can keep the money flowing in fast and in a discreet manner."

"Catalina and I can most definitely do that. Her best friend is tough to break down though, she doesn't do funny business. So we have to do this carefully and be on our toes with this. But other than that , we're locked in with her business. Plus there's going to be a celebration tomorrow for her accomplishments. I was invited to it the dinner and the after party."

"What after party?"

"Her family will be having a cookout at the park for her and then after she will be going out to celebrate."

"Interes-"

"Boss we got movement coming from inside Kanani home."

Catalina called out to him as she expanded the screen that displayed Kanani on it. Placing his arms over his chest , he watch as the young woman dance around her kitchen without a care in the world. Which either meant that she was cleaning or was simply in a good mood. It was something he picked up on since he started watching her. On certain days she would wake up at exactly nine in the morning to start cleaning or just to put on her favorite song and dance around her house.

At first he thought it was childish but after awhile he found it interesting in way. Watching her smile and laugh as she twirl around in her home always gave him peace. Knowing that she was happy made him happy. Seeing her at peace, made him feel at peace. Armando was dangerously infatuated with her and seeing and holding her in his harms the day prior made him realize that he couldn't allow her to get away.

"Wow I'll hate to admit this but she's definitely a looker. I see why you are obsessed with her man."

"She's off limits man."

"Kanani belongs to me , she's mine and I'll gladly put a bullet through fucking your head behind her."

"He didn't mean it Armando , he was just joking . We all know that Kanani is yours and only yours."

"Galena please get him out of here before ends up dead and on his parents front porch in a gift box."

"Let's go kid , you know your mouth is going to get your ass in trouble..."

"Hey Armando I think you want to check this out."

"What is it Catalina?"

"Did you drop something yesterday? Like an earring a chain or something?"

"Why?"

"Because if I'm mistaken your babygirl is wearing your chain as we speak and it seems like she has a visitor that is fine as fuck."

"ellos son nuestros padres. Her father and family is close friends with Marcus and Mike.”

“Do you think they’re talking about what happened yesterday?”

“No doubt that they are , turn the audio on Catalina.”

Armando leaned forward onto the table as his request was answered. A soft voice filled the room followed by deeper voices. He watched as the two men take turns to hug her. Seeing their hands on her rubbed him the wrong way. Armando didn’t want anyone else but only him touching her . He didn’t care if the man on her screen was her father or not, he didn’t want him touching her. At all.

Translation

"Conseguiste las huellas de las manos del cristal?: Did you get the hand prints from the glass?

"Realmente sabes cómo elegirlos" :  you really know how to choose them.

"ellos son nuestros padres": They are our parents.

[angel-of-the-moons]

A Rose Under the Moon

A Soulmate!AU

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Jake/Steven) x Fem!Reader

Summary:

You've waited your whole life to meet your soulmate. You just didn't know your soulmate was so close by, all this time.

But...

How the hell can you handle being thrown into a world full of gods and magic? You're just a shopkeeper! Why is your heart being tugged by three different threads?

Why do they all look alike?

How... how the hell can you handle three soulmates?

TW/CW: Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Drinking problems, Loneliness, Pain, Angst, Torture, Childhood trauma, mentions of child abuse, human trafficking, sex abuse, drug abuse, suicidal thoughts/mentions, fighting, violence, graphic violence, death, major character death, comfort, soulmates, fluff, healing, slow burn, eventual smut, NSFW

MINORS DNI: I AM MOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME

Taglist: @bad4amficideas @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @shirukitsune @lokisremainingsanity @mundivagantsoul @furblrwurblr @zoleea-exultant @latenightcravingz @daygirl26 @thelastemzy @leahnicole1219 @marsmallow433 @crazyunsexycool @oscarissac2099 @littlenosoul @animechick555 @capsiclesworldsblog @cloudroomblog @lov3vivian @princessakirika @fog-sama @cheshire-salvatore-mikaelson @badbishsblog @lillycore555 @stardream14 @meowmeowyoongles @kate-ohara @kittenlover614 @patchesofwork @enheduannasposts @stitchattacks @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes

Chapter 1: The Scholar Link

Chapter 2: Inside Voices Link

Chapter 3: The Victims Link

Chapter 4: Old, Unhappy, Far-Off Things Link

Chapter 5: Old Friends Link

Chapter 6: Whiskey Rose Link

Chapter 7: Cats And Cradles Link

Chapter 8: Everybody Loves Cats! Link

Chapter 9: A House Divided Link

Chapter 10: On The Wings Of An Icarus Link

Chapter 11: Good Food And Cat Fuzz Link

Chapter 12: Helplessness Link

Chapter 13: A Rock, A River, And A Boy With A Soft Smile Link

Chapter 14: Chaos Link

Side Characters:

Chapter 15: Sphinx of Black Quartz Link

Chapter 16: Moon River Link

Puck the Cat

[casuallyawkardd]

hello dear, how are you?, could you write a picture where miguel discovers that you are learning spanish to show that you care about him, if it doesn't go well. thanks for the attention ☺️☺️

After my trip, I'm a little tired and sunburnt, but it was all worth it! Ngl, imma be needing to write something wholesome after the shit I've been writing so here you go 😂😭

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader

Warnings: fluff that is all, also I'm still not fluent in Spanish so feel free to correct grammar/spelling

For Miguel, he thinks you're ignoring him. You're blowing him off to go do something else and when he tries to pry you tell him to 'quit being so nosy.' He's already annoyed, so he doesn't pick up on your teasing tone.

In reality, you've been trying to learn Spanish to surprise him. You don't expect to be fluent anytime soon, but some simple phrases and a few terms of endearment are a good start. Those moments when Miguel is talking to you and thinks you're ignoring him, are actually you listening to your Spanish lessons. Whenever you're 'blowing him off,' you're just sitting in your room practicing your pronunciations.

Lyla catches wind of what you're doing before him, overhearing you at HQ when you thought you had found a quiet place to practice. She even offers to help you out and you gladly take her up on the offer. You had had one too many dreams of the Duolingo owl in the corner of your room as it was. Little do you know that your nightmares only now come to life, though that could just be you being dramatic.

Unlike the little, green owl app, these lessons talk back. Sometimes it feels like she critiques you too harshly, especially when you practice writing in Spanish. You wanted to be able to put cute, little notes around his platform. Her shrill voice reminding you when and where to put the accents on letters and that you have to add upside down exclamation and question marks at the beginning of a sentence wakes you up in the middle of the night. However, Lyla is also extremely helpful at the same time. Teaching you the more 'casual' way to say certain things, as opposed to the generic, robotic responses you had been learning. Even some swear words because why not?

The day finally comes when you're ready to reveal your little surprise. Miguel is reluctant, back to you as you try to get his attention.

"Oh, so now you have free time?"

It's a bit endearing that he missed your presence, you say as much. 'Yo también te extrañé, mi amor.' I missed you too, my love.

His head snaps in your direction, confusion written on his face. Slowly, he steps towards you, eyeing you as if expecting you to say something else. Which you do. 'Quería sorprenderte aprendiendo español. ¿Es eso mala?' I wanted to surprise you by learning Spanish. Is it bad?

Everything clicks into place and he's sighing in relief, grasping you by the upper arms to pull you in for a kiss on the forehead. He holds position, letting the kiss sink in before pulling away, running his hands up and down your arms.

"Agradezco el gesto, de verdad. Gracias amor." I really appreciate the gesture. Thanks love.

You ask why he was giving you the cold shoulder moments ago, Miguel sighing heavily before explaining his side of things. How he had assumed you were ignoring him and that he might've gotten a little bit salty about it. You laugh, realizing your mistake. '¡Soy embarazada!' Miguel's smile drops a little after that, looking like he's trying to keep it just for you.

"Yeah, you definitely have some more practicing to do, cariño."

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[guilty-pleasures21]

Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! You SUCK!

Please don't hate me @leahnicole1219 !

0. The slow burn

1. There are too many. TOO MANY!!

Part 1 - the bad day

Part 2 - the injury

Part 3 - the sleepover

Part 4 - the lovesick teenager/the gym

Part 5 - the eyedrops

Warnings: none.

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     “Bye, Miguel!” she called out to him, hopping off the platform to make her way over to the exit. 

     “Hasta luego, arañita,” he replied without turning around. She stopped in the doorway, hesitating. 

     “Miguel?” She turned to face him slightly, her voice laced with nerves now. 

     “Hmm?” 

     “I love you … by the way. Just … in case you didn’t know. Okay, bye!” She turned and ran away quickly, not giving him the chance to respond. Not that he’d had any response anyway. He stayed frozen at his desk, standing in stunned silence as he considered her words. 

     “Lyla?” She popped up beside him, but he continued to hesitate, shifting in position as he thought about it. 

     “Yes, Miguel?” Lyla asked him, confused by his uncharacteristic speechlessness. 

     “Can you …” he cleared his throat, tapping on his desk nervously. “Can you play the last few minutes again?” Lyla pulled up a hologram of the room, replaying the moment X had told him she loved him. 

     “Stop.” He cut her off just after X had finished saying ‘by the way’, pausing to digest her words. “Again?” And it terrified him; it terrified him how his chest warmed at the words, how his lips quirked at the corners against his own will … how badly he wanted to hear her say it again.

     He’d been going over the report of the mission on Earth-662 when she’d appeared, later than she normally did. She’d said hi to him when she’d arrived, of course, briefly stopping by the control room to reassure him of her presence close by. But then she’d disappeared into the lab for the rest of the day, not even stopping to take a coffee break with him as she usually did. He wasn’t annoyed by it, of course; wasn’t frustrated that he’d only gotten to see her once today - and just for a brief hello, at that. But … he found the tension begin to dissipate from his shoulders as she finally webbed up to the platform beside him. 

     “Miguel?” There was no mistaking the excitement in her voice as she spoke his name. He felt his stomach give a slight flutter in response. “Are you busy? I have something for you.” He turned to look at her, his eyes sweeping over the thrilled look on her face. Her hands were clasped behind her back and he couldn’t even begin to guess what she might have brought for him. He raised an eyebrow, waiting. 

     He had no idea. He had absolutely no clue what she’d made for him; what she'd been working on in the lab for the past two weeks. She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, impatient to see his reaction, then she removed her hands from behind her back, plopping the small bottle she’d been hiding down on the table in front of him. He was going to love it! Well, she really hoped he'd love it. He glanced at the bottle, then looked back up at her, confused. “What is it?” 

     “It’s eyedrops!” She grinned and moved closer to him, picking up the bottle and holding it out to him for inspection. “They’re not dangerous, don’t worry; I’ve already tested them and they’re fine. Besides, the effects only last for about two hours. Then it wears off again! So …” She shrugged, the smile still plastered across her features as she waited for his reaction. And, as always, how could he possibly say no to her when she was looking up at him like that? He sighed and lowered himself into his seat, leaning back to convey his agreement to her. She zipped over to him quickly, stopping on either side of him to place a few drops of the liquid into his eyes. And there was a moment, just before his eyelids fluttered shut, when all he could see was her face, so close to his. Her eyes, wide and dark and framed perfectly by her thick, curling lashes as she looked down at him; her lips, soft and rosy and so painfully close to his; her tongue, sticking out slightly in one of her most adorable expressions yet as she tugged gently on his cheeks. He closed his eyes for a few seconds when she was done, trying to ignore the way his heart pounded in his chest at the proximity of her to him. Then he opened them again, taken aback by the unexpected sight that greeted him. It was dark. Unnaturally dark. In fact, he couldn’t remember being engulfed by such darkness since before he’d gotten his powers. He tried to look up at her, horrified, but she grabbed onto his forearm quickly, her touch reassuring. 

     “Lyla?” she called out, oblivious to or just plain ignoring his panic. “Could you switch on some of the lights, please? Just a few?” The lights came on and, suddenly, he could see again, just like normal. Just like before. It was the sight that had bothered him the most - the overly sensitive sight that he hadn’t been able to develop voluntary control over, his eyes aching every time he tried to take off his protective wear in the light. He turned to her, confused, but then realised that this was the first time he’d ever seen her in the light, no darkness around to muffle her features, no heightened vision to magnify even the smallest marks on her skin. He sucked in a breath, unable to decide whether she was more beautiful like this, the light illuminating her the way she lit up every room she entered, or when he had his enhanced vision, his acute senses able to pick up on all the tiny details that made her up. 

     “It constricts your pupils,” she explained, clutching the bottle close to her chest as she tried to contain her delight. “So you can go out in the light? But it only lasts for two hours, though, so you can still have your super vision when you go on missions.” She smiled, pulling her gaze away from his and, mierda, he didn’t think he’d ever seen that smile on her before, but it had to be his new favourite - the nervous fluttering of her eyelashes, the sweet curl of her lips, the soft blush colouring her cheeks. Dios, she was cute. He swallowed hard, snapping his jaw shut, and turned away, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to figure out what to say. 

     “Oh, wow,” he began slowly, taking in the world around him. “Uh, thanks, arañita.” He paused, letting his gaze rove over his surroundings as he built up the courage to voice his thoughts to her. 

     “Why …” he turned back to her, his forehead creased in confusion, his eyes fixed on the ground in front of her. “Why would you do this? For me?” His eyes flickered up to hers briefly in question, then he looked away, embarrassed. Her heart dropped into her stomach, the smile falling from her lips at his reaction. She thought he’d have been more impressed, more surprised, more … happy. She’d just wanted to make him happy. But he didn’t look very happy right now. She clasped her hands together, picking at the skin around her nails in apprehension. 

     “You don’t like it?” she asked quietly. His eyes widened in horror and he waved his hands at her, responding immediately. 

     “No! No. It’s great!” he reassured her, backtracking quickly. It was great - amazing, even. He didn't know why he'd never thought of it himself. But … "But … why?" 

     'Why waste your time on me?' was what he looked like he was really trying to say, his eyes pointed away from hers, his shoulders hunched over in embarrassment. But it wasn't a waste of time - nothing was ever a waste of time when it came the people you cared about. Her expression softened as she looked at him, once again recognising the same reluctance to let someone else care for him that she saw in herself. "Because I love you, Miguel." 

     He flinched, his muscles tensing up as he heard the words fall from her lips. How did she find it so easy to say? And what did she even mean by it? Did she love him romantically or platonically? As a friend or something more? He pursed his lips, his leg shaking beneath the table in frustration as he analysed her statement. Then he sighed. "Don't say that, arañita." 

     She considered him, the defeated set of his shoulders, the tired look on his face. She really did love him. And it always pained her to see him upset, to see him embarrassed by her feelings for him - ashamed that someone had been burdened with the punishment of wanting him around. She narrowed her eyes, pretending to contemplate his request. 

     "Hmm, no," she decided after a brief pause. "I think I'll say it if I want to." He frowned, his jaw clenching in frustration. Why didn't she get it? Why wouldn't she just make it easier for him to keep her at arm's length? To keep her far away and make sure she stayed safe? 

     "I'm not going to say it back, arañita," he warned her, hoping the declaration would be enough to shatter any illusions she might have had. She could do so much better than him; she deserved so much better than him. And all he hoped for was for her to make it just a little bit easier for him to let her go when she finally came to that conclusion too. But she stubbornly refused, shrugging off his response dismissively.

     "I'm not asking you to." Her tone was calm, her posture relaxed as she waited for his next argument. He clenched his fists, his temper starting to wear thin now. Why did she have to make it so difficult for him when all he was trying to do was help her? 

     "Then what are you asking for?" he continued, trying to keep his voice down, to not yell at her and cause the rush of anxiety to flood her veins like she'd explained to him it would.

     He was trying; he was trying so hard to be  considerate about her triggers, to be patient with her and make sure she felt safe with him. And how could she not fall even harder in love with him after that? She let out a soft snicker, amused by how hard he was trying to push her away, how adamant he was on not admitting the true extent to which he cared about her. Because he did care about her; just as much as she cared about him.

     "Nothing," she told him, her expression sincere. She paused for a moment, her lips twisting to the side as she thought about how to phrase it. Then she looked back at him, determined to make him understand how worth it he really was. "I don't love you because, Miguel. I love you full stop. That's just how I feel." 

     She shrugged after she said it, a helpless expression on her face. Like she couldn't stop herself from loving him; was absolutely powerless to the way he'd made her fall in love with him - and all just by being himself. He looked away, still frowning, still not quite believing that she could have fallen in love with him so easily - that there was anything about him that made him so easy to fall in love with. He continued shaking his leg, waiting for her to leave, to get frustrated with him and see that he wasn't worth the effort and time she continued to insist on spending on him. But she just set the bottle down in front of him, that delighted smile still fixed on her face.

     "Bye, Miguel!" she called after him, walking away now. "I love you!" He didn't breathe until she left, until he was alone once again, trapped with his thoughts inside the empty room. He sighed, slumping over in defeat. Then he turned to look at the bottle, picking it up to examine it before setting it back down again. He ground his teeth together, clasping his head between his hands, agitated. 

     "Why won't you say it back, Miguel?" Lyla asked, flickering into view beside him. He let the question wash over him for a second.

     "You know why," he replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. 

     "Hmm, not really," Lyla responded anyway, refusing to let the subject drop. She floated around on her back, thinking about it. "You love her, she loves you. What else is there to it?" His heart stuttered at the words - at the truth of it being spoken aloud. He loved her. He loved her too, despite his best efforts. But how could he say it? How could she say it? So easily and so carelessly, the words falling from her lips like she was talking about the weather or some other commonplace fact of life. He pulled up the anomaly-tracking programme, trying to distract himself, to get his mind off the mess of thoughts swirling through his brain. He had a whole multiverse to save, after all. He didn't have the time to assess every single word that dropped out of one person's mouth. Even if he did really care about her. Even if he really did love her. Just the way she loved him. 

     “Hey, so …” X leaned over to catch Miguel’s eye, a mischievous expression on her face, “you want to test out those eye drops?” 

     He slid his gaze over to her briefly, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. “What are you thinking?” 

     She dragged her seat closer to his, excited. It was almost always ‘no’, ‘not happening’, 'don't even think about it, arañita', his denial coming even before the question had been asked. Well, for everyone else, anyway. “We could go to the canteen? And get lunch with the others?” 

     “No.” She got up and clung onto his arm, draping herself over his shoulder.

     “Come on, Miguel. Just once?” she pleaded with him. “Just for me? Please?” 

     And all he could think about was the sweet scent of her encircling him, her warm breath tickling his neck, her soft chest pressing into his back. Mierda, that last one was what almost undid him. He cleared his throat. “Because you made me those eye drops?” 

     She pulled away, her fingers still curled around his shoulder as she frowned. 

     “No. I’m not gonna take them back, Miguel, that’s dumb,” she told him, her tone serious. “I only made them for you. There’s yours, not mine.” 

     He wanted to take her hand; wanted to twine her fingers with his and pull her into his lap so he could wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her. He shook the thought away quickly, pushing himself out of his seat. “Let’s go.” 

     It had taken them by surprise when they’d seen Miguel following behind X as she bounced into the canteen. He normally ate at his desk or when the canteen was more empty, but only if X was there, his lips curling at the ends in amusement as he rolled his eyes at whatever she was telling him. But they’d welcomed him immediately, making space for him to sit down - next to X, of course. 

     “So, technically, I’m older than you?” X asked Miguel. He shook his head.

     “No, that’s not how it works, arañita,” he told her in that matter-of-fact tone he always put on when he was explaining something. “Firstly, I’m from a different dimension. Secondly, I’ve still been alive for longer than you have.” He was only older than her by four years, technically, but it was still longer! X leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and her chin in the palms of her hands. 

     “So, I guess there’s still a lot I have to learn from you, right?” She tried to put on a look of thoughtful naivete as she waited for his answer, but he could see the way her lips twitched at the ends, fighting to curl into a wicked grin. He didn’t respond, narrowing his eyes at her instead and fixing her with a suspicious look. 

     “Don’t worry,” she reassured him, getting out of her seat. She leaned over to murmur in his ear. “I’ve always been a good student, Dr O’Hara. I’m sure I’ll master whatever you want to teach me.” 

     His entire body went rigid at her words and he held his breath as he focused all his energy on trying not to think about all the things he’d like to teach her; all the things he’d like to do to her, if given the chance. Ay, carajo. Pav looked over at him, his gaze bouncing between X’s retreating figure and Miguel’s stiff posture. 

     “What happened?” he asked. “What did she say?” 

     “Nothing,” Miguel replied immediately, shifting in his seat uncomfortably. 

     “Doesn’t seem like nothing,” Jess countered, watching him carefully for some clue as to what might have passed between him and X. Miguel looked up, his irises burning red as he glared at her. 

     “It was nothing,” he repeated, his tone firm. Jess shrugged, not buying it for a second. 

     “Whatever you say, boss.”

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[chaneajoyyy]

Dear brilliant and stunning librarian, would you happen to have a list for:

Miguel O’Hara x black or poc reader

Simon Basset x black or poc reader

Please please please with a cherry on top if you have the time. 🙇🏾‍♀️

Oh thank you boo🥹. Hey love!!! I sure do!!!

MIGUEL O'HARA X BLACK OR POC READER

on the way, sunday mornings- @demiesworld

"idk if it’s weird but do you know that thing where you grab your boobs for comfort?? imagine doing that to miguel 😭😭", a change in place, "omgg sunshine reader and her baby bots are an epitome of cuteness 😤🥺 i bet she would refuse to call then any other name than baby bots and watch miguel slowly loosing a "battle" - he will end up calling them like that too 😭", "i feel like miguel def gives rly mind blowing orgasms but not on purpose tho??", "no one can tell me that miguel isn’t the biggest gentleman ever!! He will carry your bags, open doors and all that like his life depends on it (all of it obviously with his constant frown but deep inside he couldn’t be happier)", mornings, "oml https://www.tumblr.com/inkdrinkerworld/723831735977197568/i-feel-like-miguel-def-gives-rly-mind-blowing imagine him giving you head…", "miguel would actually be *so* gently while fingering you..omg", "ab riding with miguel makes me go feral. like r is being so needy, and he's just like “this is all you're getting”, "can i request grumpy miguel x sunshine reader where miguel is more grumpy than usual because a spider keeps hitting on reader, but they’re so oblivious to the flirting and miguel interprets the interaction as them flirting back, when they’re just being nice (if that makes sense, no worries if you don’t want to :) )", "what about grumpy!reader and grumpy!miguel, like sexual tension and staredowns and aaalmost kissing but not and WHEEWAWWWSEDR", "sunshine civilian!reader and grumpy!miguel's date getting interrupted by some other anomaly and him being all grumpy and annoyed while she's just like "it's fine! just don't get hurt !!" , "could you write a blurb where autistic!reader is having a non-verbal day and miguel stops peter b from asking her a lot of questions and stuff because she can't respond? thank you <33", "Miguel prompts you say?? could i request "just...come here." pretty pls and ty xxxx", "pretty pls could u do headcannons of when miguel is jealous LORD cant get enough of him 😔😔😔", "Miguel asking Peter B for love advice since he wants so badly to ask the reader out on a date but it's been so long since he got involved with someone that he just don't know what to do 😂🩷", "Hiiiii what do you think about Miguel x grumpy!reader? I see Miguel and sunshine reader quite a lot here and as a black cat/ fellow grump…I was curious~", "Miguel doesn't want anyone to know but he actually loves that Peter brings Mayday to the association. His heart melts every time she laughs and he honestly loves watching her powers develop.", "for miguel maybe number 1 from the gesture prompts?? possibly with autistic reader<3", "mon bébé!! would u ever consider writing more abt your harleyquinn!reader x miguel?? i loved itttt soooo🥺🥺 maybe one where he learns about her past relationship with the joker and how bad he treated her which makes him want to protect and love her even moreee (also it just makes him want to track down the goddamn clown and beat the fuck outta him) I LOVE LOVE LOVE UR WORKKKK", "fawn my love!! If it’s no bother, what do u think abt miguel being with a harleyquinn!fem!reader? i am dying to hear ur thots on that!b🤍🤍"- @inkdrinkerworld

multiple endings- @infernalodie

drip- @daydreamingsirens

SIMON BASSETT X BLACK OR POC READER

pleasing the duke series- @royallyprincesslilly

*IF ANYONE KNOW ANY MORE MIGUEL O'HARA AND SIMON BASSETT FICS PLEASE HIT MY LINE!!!!*

[demonsandmischief]

Tipsy

A Captain America Imagine

Steve Rogers x Female Reader

600 Words

Fluffy AU because Steve can't actually get drunk because of the serum

-Tipsy-

In which Steve gets a little drunk at a party.

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You and Steve Rogers had gone to a party hosted by none other than Tony Stark. You hated parties and would rather keep what little downtime you had with your boyfriend to yourself, but the billionaire had insisted. Besides, it had been awhile since Steve had a chance to be around his friends without work being involved.

Even Thor had shown up.

You didn't drink much, just stuck to your one glass of something fruity and wandered the large ballroom to find someone to talk to.

You were grabbed from behind and you gasped, twisting around to find your boyfriend's broody features to be brighter than usual. His lips quirked up as he pulled you against his chest.

"Steve," you gasped. "You scared me."

"I'm sorry," his deep voice said over the music. He took your drink, setting it down on the table next to him. "You just look so damn beautiful in this dress."

His hands slid down from your waist. You had to physically move them back up from your butt, which seemed to amuse him.

"You're drunk," you concluded, never seeing him act in such a way.

"I'm not that drunk," he reassured. "I saw you dancing over there. It was very hot."

"Hot?" you asked, feeling a flush run up your neck. Your typical stoic, reserved Captain would never say that. You bit back your amused smile.

"Come on," he teased. "Show me your moves."

You shook your head no.

"Don't get shy on me now, honey," Steve said. He took your hand, twirling you in a circle.

You laughed, and he bent his head to swallow the sound. His lips meshed with yours roughly, and he cupped your cheeks to hold you in place. Heat flooded your body, and you could taste the alcohol on his lips.

You pulled back.

"We're at a party," you protested, trying to get the words out against his persistent kisses.

"So?"

"So," you repeated with another laugh. "So you can't kiss me like that with people around."

He looked like he was going to protest, but someone called his name from behind. Steve straightened. His features defaulted back to their typical stern position, and he wrapped you protectively by his side.

"Tony," Steve greeted.

You were surprised by the quick change. Maybe he really wasn't that drunk.

"It's been a great party," you offered.

"Right, thanks," Tony nodded, throwing back what was left in his glass with one swallow. "Like the whole room didn't see you try to swallow each other just now."

You felt the blush fill your cheeks.

"What do you need?" Steve asked.

"Nothing important," Tony answered. "I just heard a rumour about some strong Asgardian alcohol that has cost me several thousand dollars."

"What do you mean?" Steve's frown didn't change.

"Thor started smashing stuff Hulk-style. He kept throwing his glass, demanding more drinks. I heard that he had shared whatever he had brought with you, and wanted to make sure you weren't about to start destroying the place."

"I'm fine," Steve said.

Tony walked away, and Steve lowered his head to speak close to you. "I just can't wait to get you home."

You giggled, feeling the heat coil throughout your body. You squirmed away from his moving hands. He kissed you again, pulling you flush against him.

"Fine," you give in. "Let's get out of here before you make a scene."

Steve smirked, taking your hand.

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Schedule for the week of 02/04/2024 to 02/10/2024

Happy Sunday, my Lovelies! Here’s what we have coming this week!

02/06/2024 - TUESDAY - Firebird, a Phoenix oneshot for @thedroneranger's Pick Your Poison challenge!

02/10/2024 - SATURDAY - Chapter Fifteen of Sweet Home Alabama

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[klarolineashur1919]

Only We Matter Series

Part 10

January 3,1926

Our Vendetta

Penelope pov

At least one thing stayed the same.

Well when wine was involved at least.

He was the same type of lover with me.

We danced together like we used to.

We danced all the way to the bed.

He was same as he was years ago gentle and passionate.

How much I really missed the feel of him, he'll never know.

He looked so different in this bed than out of it.

Almost the same as he did years ago, his hair gel wore off and his hair was no longer slick back. All his features were softer. His face was calm and didn't look so focused except on me. We held each other, stared into each other eyes. He looked like he still loved me but it was such a sadder look than before. His eyes traveled from my face to my neck, where I still wore my engagement ring on a chain.

"Anyone else propose to you while I was gone" Luca said jokingly even though he always knew that he wasn't the only man that persued me but he was secure in knowing that I only had eyes for him.

"Actually that was something I came here to talk to you about" I started to lean up against the headboard as he didn't look worried at all more of intrigued.

"Tommy has made an alliance with the Golds, they're a bunch of cutthroat horse thieves but they're killers and that's what Tommy wants killers. The leader of the gang Aberama Gold has a son about my age, they made me part of the deal" Luca's eyes went cold and dazed.

"Well thats just more people I have to kill" He nonchalantly as he got up from the bed.

"That's it" I say not knowing why I expected something different.

"What do you want me to say Pen? Do you want me to go into some jealous rage....over some boy" he chuckled darkly as he threw a toothpick in his mouth.

"I don't know" I said in lifeless type of way. His face that went dark for a moment went soft again. He sat on the edge of the bed this time, the side of his face facing me.

"You know you don't have to stay here when all of this is going on..I could have you go to Italy..Paris or America, wherever you want I'll make it happen baby" he turned his face towards me almost pleading. He didn't want me to stay here and watch him murder my entire family. I just looked at him and it reminded me of my Luca from before all of this.

"You could go to Naples, or New York...I think you'd like New York better it's busy and always different with things going on. It's not like this shithole. You never belonged here" He always used to say that. That I never belonged in Birmingham. Maybe I didn't..Maybe I did.

"Penelope say something" he grabbed me by the arms and sneezed gently.

"I can't leave" I said simply and as he let me go with a very Italian sounding groan. He hung his head for a second but looked back up at me.

"Why?" He said with a mixture of emotions.

Annoyance, frustration, confusion and sadden.

"Because I won't leave you here alone." I lean closer to him, resting my forehead on the top of his shoulder.

"If you stay..you're going to see what I have to do. I'm gonna make them suffer Penelope" he said with no regret but honestly. Not happily maybe some slight anger in his voice but no joy in it. Just what has to be done..

"Good... Make them suffer...how we suffered. When we were tore apart, our happiness ruined..our baby dead"I let out a soft sob remembering my miscarriage when Tommy announced the war against the Changretta's. The stress, the sorrow, the anger of all the stupidity and recklessness of it killed our baby.

"M-make them pay..I-I w-want them to pay" I cried and Luca pulled me close to him.

It was true. I wanted them to pay. I was so angry at them for what they've done.

But they were my family and I loved them...

But Luca was in the right. Luca had the right to start this Vendetta.

It wasn't just his Vendetta.

It was our Vendetta.

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[angel-of-the-moons]

A Rose Under The Moon

Moon Knight System (Marc, Steven, Jake) x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Just a little angst, and Taweret being a big ol' softie!

A/N: After a billion years--finally! I promise I haven't forgotten this fic I swear you guys, my mental health has just been... so so bad 😭😭😭 This chapter is going to mostly be filler and some dialogue as I try to get back into the swing of writing for the boys after so long stewing in my own depression

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Chapter 16:

Moon River

"So, just to be clear..." Steven asked, his hands clasped around the tiny muffin you'd given him. "You're... you're okay with..." He moved his hand around his face, gesturing to himself a little comically.

You giggled at his silly gesture; and nod as you guide him through your shop, past the maze-like bookshelves. He had been at your apartment for a good several hours, even long after he (Marc's?) laundry was done and he had changed. You didn't mind at all--it was nice. And having a sort-of explanation as to the boys' identity situation was something nice.

And you'd be lying if you weren't happy it had been a welcome thing, learning more about them. Even with how often they came to your shop to speak with you, they were still mysterious in some ways. And you were grateful for them beginning to trust you enough to let you in. You could tell it wasn't easy for them--any of them--to just... let people in.

"Yes, Steven." You finally said, "I'm okay with everything that's going on with you."

Steven's shoulders sagged with relief as he nibbled his muffin--much like a gerbil, which you thought was adorable--and muttered; "M'kay... was worried because... y'know. Most people would call a looney bin and toss me in?"

"And people who do that instead of trying to understand someone and accept their mental health--no matter how... odd it is--are horrible people." You explained, frowning. "You--Marc, and Jake included--are my friends. I wouldn't be a very good one if I tossed you in a padded room and wiped my hands of it."

He gave you a sheepish smile, his brown eyes lighting warmly, "Yeah, yeah. You're a... a really good person."

You patted his shoulder and looked outside, "You are too, Steven. Seriously. I mean it, sweetie. Now... if you and your muffin don't wanna get soaked... I suggest you hurry home, now." Your eyes twinkle as you continued; "Or you'll have to run between the raindrops."

Steven laughed softly, "...Thank you."

You reached out, almost on instinct, and tucked a stray curl behind his ear. It was so natural in the moment that it shocked you. The action brought a bit of--well, embarrassment and surprise and you cleared your throat--you and Steven both glancing away from each other as you dropped your hand away from him.

"I... I'll see you later." He peeped, a bit of color rising in his cheeks.

"Yeah--yeah!" You laughed awkwardly.

You facepalmed as the door closed behind him and he disappeared into the night (with you, of course, locking the door behind him). You looked down at Puck as she twined between your ankles, and huffed.

"Well... I guess I should start listening to you more often, huh? You knew who they were before they even told me!"

Puck gave you a long, slow blink and sat at your feet. As if in response to your question, she gave a long, loud meow.

"Mhmm." You chuckled, leaning down to give her a scratch behind her ear, "A wonderful judge of character, you little scamp."

As you disappeared between the shelves, Puck looked towards the counter where the register sat.

And, behind the counter, Khonshu stood, looking down at her with contempt. The fur on her spine rose and her ears flattened back as she began to growl.

"Hush, you contemptible little street urchin." He scoffed, stamping his staff.

"I will not harm your human companion. You may tell your mistress I intend no harm."

Puck hissed at him once before scampering off to follow you, leaving Khonshu's ominous, looming shadow to darken your shop. He hummed in thought.

He would keep this revelation to himself.

For now, this secret wasn't necessary to be revealed to Marc and the Worm. Though Jake Lockley was easily the most loyal of the three, he knew that telling Steven and Marc of this discovery may only drive a further wedge between himself and possibly one of the most useful Avatars he'd ever taken under his blessing, in order to protect you, and the other two sharing the body. And he could not allow that to happen.

Not when they still had so much work to accomplish.

Layla's fingers swiped across the marble counter, a look of nostalgia crossing her face as her hand pulled away with dust. Either Marc would come and clean the flat on his own, or he had someone else come do it.

If he'd left it completely empty, there would be a lot more dust.

A thin layer coated nearly everything in the flat. She hadn't used it since before she found out about Steven Grant. Gods, that felt like lifetimes ago, already.

Her eyes traced the few pictures lining the walls. The first picture she took with her old Polaroid camera; the morning after their first successful "rescued" artefact. A simple lazy day in a hotel bed, their hair messy and Marc half asleep, looking at the camera with bleary eyes...

Their wedding day.

So many memories. Happy, all of them. And it genuinely pained her when she and Marc ended it all. Mutually, yes, but still. He was a person who loved with his entire being, not just his heart.

But she knew full well now that Marc, Steven, and even Jake were all meant for you, from the very start.

Her fingers reached out to pluck the photo of them on their honeymoon off the wall, holding it with a fond smile on her face.

They went to France, for this one. Granted, yes, it was also for another mission Khonshu had sent them on, but Layla had convinced Marc that, what better place was there to spend their honeymoon than the City of Love itself? Marc had actually enjoyed it, despite declaring he wasn't having fun at the time, especially when she convinced him to try a rather stinky cheese.

Oh, the face he made! That was the picture she held now. His nose scrunched and his tongue sticking out of his mouth; hand blurred as it frantically reached for a napkin to spit in. And Layla, smiling as she got herself in the snapshot. Marc always had this thing for sniffing his food and drink before eating, maybe it was something that carried over with Steven? She remembered reading up in some article that some autistics would do that with food and drink.

Even back then, Steven was with them and she didn't even know it. When they first ran into problems, especially after finding the Scarab pointing to Ammit's ushabti. She'd moved out of the flat--storming off into a cold winter night and telling him to call her when he got his head out of his ass--and got a small one somewhere on the other side of town.

Apparently, it wasn't long after that that his mother, Wendy has passed away. She can't say she grieved for that woman's loss. The one time she met her, she was piss drunk and smelled like vomit; saying the most horrific things to Marc while he balled his fists and held in tears; his own father merely tucking his head in shame instead of defending their only (living) son.

Layla had enough that night. She remembered taking that bottle of bourbon and throwing it against the wall, shouting right back at Wendy about how abusive and cruel she was, how horrible of a mother she was. Layla had gotten so heated that she even shouted, "If Randall was alive today, he would be ashamed to even call you his mother! Treating his big brother that he loved so much like he's a piece of trash. Go to hell!"

She pulled Marc out by the hand and held him in her lap that night, letting him sob and cry into her fuzzy bath robe as the stress of the evening crashed down on him. He apologized for Wendy. He said it was once again, all his fault. That he never should have brought Layla to meet his family.

Layla remembered stroking his hair and telling him to stop. That Wendy was a horrible woman, she let her grief consume her instead of protecting and treasuring the son that she had left, she blamed him for everything bad in her life. Blamed him for Randall's death. Blamed him for her alcoholism. Blamed him for how much of a "freak" he became when he first began to disassociate and Steven would front. She would beat him relentlessly, call him an idiot for pretending to be the adventurer from his favorite film, Tomb Buster.

Marc did his best to treat those memories, to give Steven only the best so he didn't have to suffer, but once they died and went to the Duat, poor Steven learned the truth. But Marc only did what he could to protect him, Jake did, too, despite them not knowing about him yet--all because they loved each other.

She placed the picture back on the wall, her brows pinching slightly as the realization dawned on her. Why Marc kept the flat. Why he didn't tell her.

Marc Spector loved with his whole being, after all.

Keeping the flat, in a way, was a shrine. A shrine to his dedication and love. A shrine of guilt that he couldn't give Layla the marriage and love life she deserved. A shrine to all the memories they made together--even the bad ones. A shrine to his own perceived failures. His own self-hatred and guilt that had been hammered into his psyche by the very woman that had given him life in the first place.

She didn't realize she'd been crying until she felt the tears drip down her nose.

Marc suffered for so long, blamed himself for every bad thing in the world for so long, and thought he was undeserving of love. That all he did was hurt people. But that just wasn't true.

Marc was an endless pool of love, even if he didn't declare it with grand gestures. He showed it through things like bringing Layla her favorite treat (marshmallows) when she was sad. Helping her when her menstrual cramps would become unbearable on the last few days of her cycle. How he would have fun helping wrangle her curls into her bonnet for sleep; massaging her shoulders.

Trying to keep her out of harm's way and go after Ammit himself--so she wouldn't ever get hurt by Harrow and his people.

Layla wiped at her tears, moving to the tissue box by the telephone in the wall--Marc insisted on using things with buttons, the old fashioned goof--and dabbed her tears and blew her nose.

Marc, Steven, and Jake were so close. So, so close to getting what they truly deserved in life: the other half of their soul. She knew that you would love them back in return, your heart would burn so brightly for them that it would keep them warm even on their worst nights out in the cold. That you would be their torch in the dark of night when Khonshu's moon would fail to light their way.

But she couldn't just tell them. She had to wait, to let the four of you figure this out on your own. Forcing you together before you were ready would not end well, and she couldn't bear to see the boys--and you--hurting in any way.

"Are you alright, m'love?" Taweret's calming voice soothed, her large frame leaning down to peer at Layla with her dark, empathetic eyes. Her little ears wiggled and flapped out in worry, her fingers twitching to comfort her somehow.

Layla smiled, nodding almost hesitantly, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm... remembering, is all. And, I just... I hope they sort this out, soon. They need each other. So badly..."

Taweret sighed, cooing as she scooped Layla in her arms, holding her in a warm, protective embrace. Her large hands smoother over her back, caressing her in a comforting manner.

"Hush, my darling. I know, I know it's hard." The goddess murmured, "I know you wish to break down and tell them everything. I know it's hard knowing Jake doesn't want to tell the other two about her because he's scared. You just want what's best for them--and she is it."

"They deserve each other." Layla whispered, sniffling into her embrace. "I want them happy."

"Oh, but they are." Taweret pulled away, looking down at Layla. She swiped her thumb over her cheek to sweep away her tears.

"Don't you see? Even if Jake won't tell anything to them--even if Steven, Marc and that sweet darling girl don't know it, yet... They have been happier than they have been in a long time. No offense to your marriage, 'f course." She giggled apologetically.

Layla laughed suddenly; more of a hiccup really, as Taweret cupped her cheeks in her palms, locking eyes with her beloved Avatar, "Steven is opening up to someone new, Marc is letting his guard down. Jake is smiling more."

"Even if they don't know it yet," She spoke gently. "They are so very, very happy, just by having her near. And thanks to your help, it sort of fast tracked it all..."

Layla smiled up at her, her warm, dark eyes still swimming with tears as she sniffed. Taweret dabbed her cheeks with a fresh tissue, encouraging her to blow her nose afterwards before flicking her wrist and making it disappear in a flash of magical fire.

"Layla, you are their guardian angel. They love you so much. You are a huge part of their lives. That alone has pushed them through the darkest parts of their lives so far, and now, you will be here to comfort them as this all settles in."

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Anytime, love." Taweret said, planting her warm muzzle on Layla's skin to give a kiss to her forehead. A goddess who embodied motherhood simply could not ignore those very instincts, especially when it came to her Avatar.

As she vanished, Layla left the flat feeling refreshed--energetic even.

She had a good feeling about this. Things were finally looking up.

Chapter 17: Later this week? Maybe?

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I probably won't start part III until after my trip next weekend and will be working on requests and other projects until then just fyi

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[guilty-pleasures21]

WOW. I just realised how many office scenes I have for the 'Ugh, another one?!' Miguel fic before they get together. Er, maybe now that I've put the scene about him agreeing to let her be his sidekick, I might actually have to put a scene showing this happening? 🥲

Dunno though, because I kind of don't want to come up with that whole scene and I'm not sure how long I want to drag out the slow burn for in this one 🤔 ...

Anyway, I really have to work on a beginning part for the mafia boss Miguel fic, so ... we'll see how it goes 🙃.

Planning to post another chapter of 'Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! You SUCK!' tomorrow though, so stick around for that! Shout out to my first tag request @leahnicole1219 !

[chaneajoyyy]

Hi madam librarian! Would you happen to know of this Erik series where the girl is a painter and I think it’s called Oasis?

Yesss I sure do sis!!! It's called The Lion and His Lamb series by the good sis @youreallyshouldtalkmore!! Book 1 of that series is called The Oasis. I posted the masterlist. Just scroll down a bit and TLAHL series is there!