#not pictured: the morality leaving my body as she said this.

[eddie-brii]

So, I blame @dipperscavern for this. I was minding my own business and found the post about a firefighter au. I, as a paramedic and firefighter in RL, had to fulfill the now moral obligation to write this. AKA I wanted to picture Cregan Stark in a FD uniform and Bunker gear.

This is only a TEASER for a fic I'm calling Sirens and Hearts of Fire for right now. It will be a first responder Cregan Stark x first responder reader. I have a lot more to add until I'm done and, honestly? I'm already coming up with so many head cannons for this au!

Side note: if anyone has questions about what something means, please go ahead and message me. I will happily answer it. 😊

Please enjoy.

“Medic Short Shit! Please report for duty!” was shouted by a deep, northern accent across the fire bay.

“Shut the fuck up, Lieutenant Stark! Not everyone can be as tall as a fucking tree!” She shouted back from the back of the squad. She heard laughter ring out from the guys in the day room and had to roll her eyes.

She knew she was late to the morning meeting but the check off was almost done. When joining the Winterfell Fire Department two years ago after job opportunities dried up in the Stormlands she hadn’t quite pictured being this comfortable. Most of the major FDs were fully staffed and openings were fought over by a few dozen applicants. It was better just to relocate since she didn’t have any roots set down in Storm’s End. It was interesting to say the least. Most of the people she worked with were legacy fire with founding members in their family lines. The Starks, Velaryons and Targaryens being the most noted with five generations of firefighting.

She quickly checked the last cabinet and marked off in the book that it had everything it needed before putting away the binder by the airway seat. She huffed as she got out of the squad and hurried over to the meeting. Cregan and Jace were waiting at the door to the crew area of the station with a half grin on the latter’s face.

“Finally decided to join us, L.T. Spitfire?” Jace said, using the nickname the department had given her. He was clearly enjoying irritating her this early in the morning before coffee.

“Maybe if someone whose name starts with a J and ends with an Ace didn’t steal Luke away when he was supposed to be checking off the back up squad, truck check wouldn’t have taken so long. Besides, we both know Baela had a rough night on the Medic and there was a lot to restock.” She huffed as she moved passed them. She heard Cregan chuckle as she did, ignoring the shiver that wanted to go through her body at the sound. Cregan Stark was what every woman dreamed of when they thought about Firefighters. Strong, handsome, looked wonderful in and out of bunker gear. And he was entirely off limits in her opinion. Especially after she was told his longtime girlfriend, Arra, died in a car accident.

From what Baela had said they were going through EMT-basic class together when it happened. Cregan responded to the scene with the others on the engine and had been nearly inconsolable with she had been a DOA. He took close to a year off from the job as he tried to piece himself back together. His father and other department members finally managed to get him to come back not long before she joined. Needless to say, the crush which she developed on him went unspoken after she heard that, despite Baela swearing up and down it might be time to say something.

She waved to Chief Stark as she entered the kitchen and went to the coffee maker, pouring some into her favorite mug while ignoring the chuckles of the other crew members around the room.

“Squads up to par, Lieutenant?” Rickon asked, unbothered by her lateness to the group. She gave a thumbs up as she took her first drink of caffeine, the dark liquid already helping her perk up. She sat down next to Luke and Ben, the former giving her an apologetic look with a sheepish smile for leaving her by herself this morning. Ben was practically glued to his own mug as he looked over cardiac rhythms on his phone, trying to memorize them. Both had their books on the table for paramedic class. It was clearly leaving the two younger men haggard, and it was only going to get worse.

Chief clearing his throat tore her attention away from the guys and the chatter through the room quieted as everyone listened to assignments for the shift.

“Alright, now that everyone’s here let’s get started. Seat assignments are up on the board along with upcoming trainings. We need to wash the trucks today and keep an eye on them throughout the next few months before it gets too cold. Make sure they look good while we can.” Chief said. As he went through the morning debrief, he paused for a moment as he looked over some paperwork next to him.

“Pyke FD has also reached about having us join them for an open water rescue training in the coming months. Speak to Manderly if you’ve got questions or want to volunteer. We’d like to see a good level of participation as this is a good opportunity for the department.” At the chief’s words she blanched, she could almost hear the underline expectations for them to sign up for it. She remembered the last time they had to deal with Pyke and their members, one in particular coming to mind.

“I swear, if fucking Greyjoy starts his shit again…” she muttered under her breath, earning a few chuckles from around the room. She heard a displeased grunt from somewhere behind her but choose to ignore it. Chief shot her a look before shaking his head, continuing over some vehicle maintenance before finally dismissing the meeting and retreating to his office.

She sighed as drank her coffee, scrolling on her phone and barely paying attention to the different conversations that now filled the space as the crew started making breakfast. Mormont manning the stove while the others set out plates and silverware. She was finally brought out of it when Ben tapped her shoulder, a confused look on his face as he held out his phone.

“This is a second-degree heart block Mobitz type II, right?” He asked, the poor guy looked ready to pull his hair out at this point. She took pity on him, taking the phone and watching the rhythm before she answered.

“Yeah, you’re right. I think you’re finally getting the hang of cardiology, Ben.” The shy firefighter almost looked ready to let out a whoop, clearly happy he was getting over his biggest hurdle in class. Luke joined in the conversation, asking questions along with Ben about the hiccups he was having and asking about IV medications. After a while they were interrupted by Cregan and Jace sitting across from the trio, both setting down plates of food for everyone. Before long the rest of the crew had sat down to eat. Most of the conversation revolved around sports, new tools, and plans for the summer while they had good weather. She didn’t pay much attention to it while she ate, still annoyed at the idea of dealing with Dalton. She didn’t notice anyone trying to speak to her until a hand was smacked down on the table across from her.

“Earth to Spitfire, come in Spitfire,” Jace said dramatically while he leaned back.

“What, your highness?” she huffed when she came back to the conversation around her. She couldn’t help but notice that Cregan seemed on edge with whatever Jace had been talking about, his brows knitted together as he looked back and forth between them.

“So how are going to deal with Greyjoy this time around? I doubt he’s going to just give up after you told him off last time,” Jace pointed out before taking a bite of bacon. It was at this point Cregan set down his coffee mug, giving the brunet an exasperated look before he spoke.

“Chief said it’s voluntary, she doesn’t have to go if she doesn’t want to.” He said firmly, clearly as annoyed about the idea of seeing the Ironborn again as much as she was.

“Oh come on, Lt, you know when your dad says something about participation it always means he wants as many people to go as possible. I’ve already checked and it’s not our unit day so he will want to see us there,” Luke added in before he finished off his breakfast. He got up to take his and Ben’s dishes to the sink.

“I second that. You know he’s going to want to have as many of us there as possible. Plus, I don’t like the idea of not being there if something happens one of you guys. You know the Iron Isles are short on medics right now. Not ideal,” she reasoned. As much as she disliked the idea, she wasn’t going to possibly leave her guys without proper care.

“Be that as it may, I don’t think he’s going to blame you if you opt out of this one. He wasn’t exactly happy with how Dalton acted either after I told him. As an officer at Pyke, that was completely unprofessional of him.” Cregan’s argument made her stop mid-bite. She put her fork down as she tried to keep her sudden irritation down.

“What the hell do you mean you told chief?” she said as she narrowed for eyes at him.

“Easy Spitfire, it’s not what you think. It needed to be reported since it was at a training. Chief Blacktyde was grateful that we informed him of the misconduct of one of his officers and said he would handle it.” Cregan tried to calm her down before she went off on him, his hands raised slightly and an amused smirk tugging at his lips. She tried not to huff as she picked up her fork again and shoved some eggs in her mouth. She eyed him as she chewed before she swallowed her food down.

“While you have a point, it still would have been nice to know you told your dad about it,” she said begrudgingly, still annoyed but seeing his point. “Although, that means there should be no issue with me going to the training then, should there?” It was now Cregan’s turn to look irritated as she countered him. She hid her grin by taking another drink of her coffee when all he did was grunt in response. She noticed Jace giving Cregan a look that the lieutenant deliberately ignored while he continued eating. She didn’t think much of it at the time.

She finished off her coffee and breakfast before getting up to hand off the dishes to Locke at the sink. She nodded to the squad crew members that had finished their food as well, getting them up to get the trucks washed for the day.

As she went out into the bay and started heading towards the premiere squad, Luke and Darry went to fill the buckets. Ben grabbed the brushes as she pulled the truck out. Luke started to hose down the squad, wetting down the bright blue apparatus before two of them started scrubbing. Ben went to pull out the back up to be cleaned as well, the older truck a slightly darker shade of blue with an older department logo on the side. She still wasn’t quite used to the different colors they used in the North compared to the Stormlands, the southern region using different shades of yellow for their emergency vehicles. At least it wasn’t the green that the Reach had. She still couldn’t believe the lime green the Oldtown FD used for theirs.

The engine and rescue crews came out not too long after them, pulling out and getting started on their respective trucks. Soon the smell of car soap filled the air as the occasional shout was heard when someone accidently got sprayed with hose. She was silently cursing as she tried to scrub the bugs off of the top front of the squad. The splatter almost seeming baked on as her arms started to ache from the angle she had to hold the brush. She heard the sound of boots coming up behind but didn’t pay it any mind until she was suddenly lifted up onto someone’s shoulder.

“Cregan! Put me down!” She said as she tried to avoid hitting him with the handle of the brush for flailing. She found herself gripping his other shoulder with one hand as her torso was half leaned over his head to keep her balance. Once she was steady, she looked down at him like he was crazy.

“You looked like you needed some added height, Medic Short Shit,” he said with a chuckle, clearly unaffected by her weight.

“Don’t you have your own truck to wash?!” she said, trying to sound irate but didn’t quite succeed as a mix of panic and a touch of something else pitted in her belly. She sent a pleading look to the other guys but several of them held up their hands in surrender as they tried to keep from laughing at her predicament. She mouthed “traitor” to them as she kept a death grip on Cregan underneath her.

“It’s already done if you haven’t noticed. Now get to scrubbing, Luke needs to hose off the soap soon,” he said before readjusting his hold on her legs, securing her enough to make her loosen her hold on him. She grumbled as she carefully straitened up, beginning to clean the bug splatter off again as she slowly relaxed on his shoulder.

After she gotten off what she could, Cregan stepped back from the truck as Luke got to work. She passed off the brush to Darry before Stark slowly lowered her down. She breathed a sigh of relief as her feet finally touched the ground again and sagged back into Cregan as his arm came around her midsection to keep her steady.

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” He was grinning down at her, still find her reacting amusing.

“You know I don’t do roofs for a reason…,” she muttered. She wasn’t nearly as irritated as his hand on her hip distracted her but she wasn’t going to let him see that. Before he could say anything, Bolton took that opportunity to open his mouth.

“Hey lieutenant, you think you can stop flirting long enough to help get the bay swept out while it’s quiet?” At his words a collective groan came from everyone.

“Damnit Bolton! You know what that word does!” Locke said as he started to rush relaying hose.

“What? It’s not like it actu-,“ Bolton was cut off as the tones dropped for their station.

“Station 1, Station 1, need a squad to respond to 248 Arrow St for a male with chest pain. Time out 0823,” came across the station loudspeaker. Luke, Darry, and her already getting into the squad before the dispatcher finished.

[camelliagwerm]

My agreement was with the Oseram Asera and her Sons of Prometheus. So all this time, you had no idea who you were really dealing with? And you trusted an outlander?

HORIZON: FORBIDDEN WEST (2022)

[luv4berry]

my eyes only.

earth 42!miles morales x fem!reader

SUMMARY: miles belleves that you're for him and for him only, no sharing. not even with your best friend.

GENRE: angst to fluff

WARNINGS: bickering/arguing, suggestive(?), kissing, idk if this counts as toxic miles lowkey right in his anger but at the same time is he fr, jealous miles, y/n is lowkey a walking red flag, cursing, man idk

AUTHORS NOTE: the autism is rlly autisming with this movie </3

“baby you not stupid and i know you aren’t, why you acting like that?”

“miles, leave me alone.”

“nah, cause i already told you ion like him, why you still talking to him? you fuckin’ with him or sum?” he narrows his eyes at you, clasping his hands in between his legs while cocking his head to the side.

“im not having this conversation with you, call me when you done having your lil tantrum or whatever.” you ignore your boyfriend's scowl as you slide to the end of his bed and silently load everything into your coach tote bag, incoherently mumbling to yourself.

“the childish shit im talking about man.” he shakes his head, twin braids following suit. he gets out of his rolling chair, snagging the bag from your hands and holding it above his head where you can’t reach.

visibly annoyed, you roll your eyes at the tantrum he was throwing. before you had even dated him you laid down all possible icks, including your best friend. you told him how your relationship with said best friend was non-negotiable due to the significance he held in your life before miles. before miles, he was the one who you cried to, who you confined in about your family, your feelings, your insecurities. though after getting with miles you weren’t as close with him, he was still your best friend.

“miles give me my shit, don’t piss me off.”

“why? what you hiding? ain’t no way you not messing with him.”

in the stillness of his room, your phone rapidly vibrates inside your bag, miles interest immediately piqued when his fingers curve around the device, the name “dante <3” flashing on the screen.

he laughs to himself, but you knew better than to think it was a laugh of amusement. the manner of his laugh was deeply provoked, a telltale sign that it had an underlying meaning. he sends you a hard look, “so we adding hearts now too? bet.” he says while answering the facetime call.

“y/n?” dante calls out to you, the camera panned toward the ceiling, his ruffled locs in frame.

“nah she busy right now homeboy, what you want?”

“uh okay? can you ask her if she can retwist my hair this sunday?”

“nah.” he blatantly answers.

“huh?”

“dante hang up!” you call out from behind miles, to which he sends you another glare. before dante can respond miles hangs up, turning his whole body to face you. “so wassup?”

“miles give me my phone.”

“your phone? ma this our phone.” you roll your eyes once more and quickly snatch your phone from his grasp, shoving it into the tote bag and slipping your black crocs on. “don’t text my phone either.” you yell on your way out slamming his room door, silently praying that mama rio wasn’t home.

it was getting more and more difficult to manage the pit that sat in your bosom from the fight you had with your boyfriend earlier. you were used to talking to him in your dimly lit room around this time, your hands playing with the loose coils at the back of his head while saying cheesy things to each other, exchanging light pecks and subtle touches.

you groan loudly, tired of sulking to yourself you decide to get up from your bed, do your makeup and take pictures. you sit at your vanity, shuffling your playlist while opening up your makeup bag.

about 20 minutes into your routine, you hear incoherent voices coming from just outside your door. you tip toe towards the door, peaking your head out to see miles, helping your mom set the dinner table while engaging in small talk. “yeah, basketball’s good.” he says, smiling at her with all 32 pearly whites.

“y/n’s upstairs, ill call you guys down when dinners ready.” she smiles, coaxing him towards your room. you quietly shut the door, scrambling towards your vanity table, acting as if you had not witnessed the scene that took place just outside your door mere seconds ago.

you hear him quietly enter and creep up behind you, the mirror capturing his movements. you line your lips, ignoring your lovers presence even when he wraps his arms around your torso and repeatedly kisses your face.

“who you looking all fine for?”

you greet him with nothing but silence, putting your manicured finger over his lips which he attempts to bite.

“oh so it’s like that?”

“yeah, it’s like that, and I didn’t invite you over. go home.” you get up from your position, walking towards the door that he left open, closing it.

“what i told you ‘bout that mouth? you got all sorts of attitude today.” he argues, trailing behind you.

you scoff while crossing your arms, turning around and mean mugging him. you watch as he takes a moment and backs up, giving you a once over. the argument that had him so worked up earlier dissipated into thin air, his focus now on the biker shorts that hugged you a little too tight, and the cropped cami that hung a little too loosely. you watch a ghost of a smile adorn his lips.

“nasty ass.” you snap him out of his thoughts.

he snorts, taking a seat on your bed and pulling you in between his legs. “you still mad at me?” he questions you, raising his brows.

“it’s not gonna magically go away miles, you didn’t even try to apologize, showing up at my house at 8:00 kissing me and shit isn’t gonna fix anything.” it was the truth, and you weren’t backing down from it. you wanted an apology, you weren’t willing to go any further with him till you got said apology, you couldn’t push this to the side.

“y/n, baby, you know i love you but im not fucking with the way you making it look like im wrong for feeling the way i feel.” miles argued.

“because you are wrong! i told you about him before we even got together, you can’t expect me to drop him in 2 seconds just because you asked, he’s my best friend!” you argue back, keeping your voice down cautiously due to your nosy family on the other side of the door.

“no ma, im your best friend, you for my eyes only.”

“if you came here to argue with me you should just go.”

“we don’t sleep mad at eachother, we fixing this right now.” he says, dragging you into a straddling position atop him, his arms momentarily wrapping around your waist. your eyes dart around your room, refusing to make eye contact in fear of folding immediately.

“i just want you to put it this way, you got this fine ass girl, right? but then she got this ugly ass—“

“miles.” you warn him.

“… she got this boy best friend that she always on the phone with, always going out with, and she always wanna see him when you’re right there. she always talking about him, texting him when with you, answering his calls.” for the first time in a while you realize how off that sounds, maybe you had been the wrong one, though your stubborn nature made it hard to admit it.

he begins to speak again, “im not asking you to cut him off, im asking you to minimize how much you talk to him—im a guy and i know how we think. you might think y’all homeboys but he plotting on you, just think of it like that baby.” he finished while rubbing the skin of your thighs in slow tender circles.

“im sorry.” you quietly murmur under your breath into his shoulder. just barely loud enough so he can hear. but no, he had to hear this, you admitting you made a mistake.

he taps your thigh, “speak up, cant hear you.”

“you heard me, don’t be annoying.” you said when you realized his true intent, embarrassed by how you had previously acted.

miles snickered to himself, “ma?”

“yeah?”

“my fault for getting loud with you earlier, i didn’t mean to do all that.” he admitted, kissing your shoulder blade.

you remove your head from the crevice between his neck and shoulder, repeatedly giving him big smooches on the lips in acceptance of his apology which he gladly returns.

the moment is ruined by knocking on the door. you scramble off his lap which ultimately ends with you landing on the floor with a thud. snickers come from your bed, a deadpan expression immediately sweeping over your features.

“hope y’all not in there being nasty.” your mother calls out, “get decent and come downstairs to eat.”

love, berry <3

[blvckentropy]

WARNING LONG RANT!

Okay so I've been sitting on Drake so called "diss track" and I still declare it as the biggest CONTRADICTING ASS track ever. Like I get die hard Drake fans gone be like he won regardless but he hasn't because he made several deep holes in his argument. Granted you probably don't give a damn and that's fine. Overall, neither do I but some of you got so blinded and hyped by his one-liners and his flow that you ain't peep what he really said did you? Ngl, had me sitting here like a was crazy for a minute. Now correct me if I'm wrong cause I also had to fact check myself, but these are the lines that got me like now wait wait....

You said, "The ones that you're gettin' your stories from, they all clowns" just to say "We plotted for a week and then we fed you the information".... which one is it? Are you calling yourself a clown or the ppl you sent the info. to? I'm perplexed.

"What about the bones we dug up in that excavation? And why isn't Whitney denyin' all of the allegations? Why is she following Dave Free and not Mr. Morale? You haven't seen the kids in six months, the distance is wild Dave leaving heart emojis underneath pics of the child"

First and for most, what is your obsession with this woman? Also are we in high school? Why we worried about someone follow count and/or who following who? She a grown ass woman like she can't have male friends. Plus, if irl she with Kendrick every day, why does she need to? And if Kendrick aint worried about, why are you? You caught up in finding out if that's her real bd but where are your evidence? If Kendrick has to, you do too. Childish.

BUT THIS IS WHERE IT GOT DISRESPECTFUL!

"This Epstein angle was the shit I expected TikTok videos you collected and dissected Instead of being on some diss-direct shit You rather fucking grab your pen and misdirect shit My mom came over today and I was like, "Mother, I—, mother, I—, mother—" Ah, wait a second, that's that one record where you say you got molested"

"This about to get so depressin' This is trauma from your own confessions This when your father leave you home alone with no protection, so neglected That's why these pedophile raps and shit you so obsessed with, it's so excessive"

"Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey play, you probably start reflectin"

This whole verse was a misinterpretation of Kendrick's song "Mother I Sober" which I had to educate myself with. Long story short, the song is about his mom SA and how she thought he was by his cousin even when he told her "no" and it forms a bigger picture to his overall family trauma as a whole and so on. So not only did you Mr. " You gotta learn to fact check things and be less impatient" if that ain't the biggest pot calling the kettle black idk what is. You got it wrong (Kendrick pretty much explained it) then double down on borderline prob over the line atp disrespecting his mother and all and every victim of SA? We victim shaming now?

I never been with no one underage, but now I understand why this the angle that you really mess with Just for clarity, I feel disgusted, I'm too respected If I was fucking young girls, I promise I'd have been arrested I'm way too famous for this shit you just suggested

*Slow claps* Congratulations you played yourself. What in the fuckery? CURRENTLY....DIDDY DOODLE BOB HAS ALLEGATIONS RIGHT NOW AND HE'S MORE FAMOUS THAN U. And don't get me started on the list....umm...you literally just named one (If you still bumping R. Kelly, you could thank the Savior)

"Only fuckin' with Whitneys, not Millie Bobby Browns, I'd never look twice at no teenager" but you'll look once? Also, someone que up the video with him on stage w/ a 17-year-old. He and I quote "Why you look like that?" "You thick. look at all this" Then kiss her all over her face🤔 Sir a kiss on the cheek or forehead would suffice but I digress.

And correct me if I'm wrong, I believe the only reason Kendrick hasn't even the touch the "beating allegations" is because he covers all that in both Mr. Morale and Mother I sober? If I'm correct, then you basically didn't tell us nothing that hasn't been said on him. Plus you also not fact checking. Where's of your proof? I would think someone with the upper hand would have laid down evidence that you mastermind...oh wait...was Kendrick right along? Now you look like the goofy on defense. Like do Kendrick even have to say anything?

Bruh, but the funniest part on it all. You acting like YOU DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS. YOU DROP A DISS first wanting him to response and now you trying to make it seem like you didn't? My guy, if your actions alone here isn't a manipulation master class. Chileeeeee

[spidastarluv]

Let you break my heart again .

𓇼˚₊‧꒰ა 🩰 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚𓇼

Miles Morales x Afro-Latina! Reader

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰

“𝐎𝐨𝐨𝐡, 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 ���𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐨, 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝.”

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 - 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐟𝐞𝐲

Summary: Reader thinks that their love for Miles is one-sides but they are proved wrong. ||

You sat on your bed. Today was aggravating, Gwen was clinging onto Miles the whole damn day and Miles was loving it. From your pov, they should just get married already and cut the crap. You take a deep sigh to calm yourself down. I mean there is no reason to be mad at Gwen, I mean she’s in love. With the one you love. You turn your head to your line of pictures on your nightstand of you and Miles posing, You barely ate or drank anything. Maybe some coffee, but not even the fluffiest pancake could intrigue you right now. Maybe you should shove your feelings aside? And let them be together, like they where destined to be. You didn’t know. You where confused, overwhelmed. Tomorrow was the day. The day you would confess and see if the bright brown eyed boy of your dreams would return your feelings. Until then, homework and studying awaited you. You stood up with all your might and tried not to think about the subject, to block it out until tomorrow. But what if you made a fool of yourself? Ugh, you where horrified. “I’m Leaving Y/N!” you heard your ma yell from downstairs, You responded with a “Alright bye!” Faking your smile. But he was always in the background of your mind. Like a ringing in a ear that will never stop, like the ocean waves curling up and down. Like the voice of an angel telling you, ‘It’s true he loves you.’ But was it really true? Before you knew it, it was somehow 2 hours later..So you studied a bit and went to bed.

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You woke up with half of your body on the floor. You sighed and quickly got up. Remembering what you would do today. You ran to your vanity and freshened up. You applies your makeup, with some zip up sweater Miles had gifted you, and some dark flares. You slipped your bonnet off and fixed up your braids a bit. You walked to the bus stop and your thoughts began to ponder once again. With ‘what ifs and maybes.’ the bus arrived and you got on you saw Miles and avoided him but he playfully forced you to sit with him, so you did. I mean how could you resist? You sat together and Miles spoke up. “What happened yesterday? You where pretty silent. Puedes hablar conmigo de cualquier cosa.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Hey, did I..do something..?” He said with pleading eyes longing for the truth. “Miles, It’s you and Gwen. She’s all over you and your all over her and..I don’t get to spend time with you anymore.” You said looking out the bus window. “Do you like her or something? Because Miles, I’ve loved you since we where younger. I mean come on, who wouldn’t. And I understand if you don’t…” You sighed and closed your eyes, letting the tears spill out of your eyes. “𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲..𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝..𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐈𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞.” You turned to look at away from him and he asked; “Can I tell you a secret?” He said. You scoffed, “Miles this isn’t the time for secrets!” You said with your voice breaking, just like your heart. He gestured for you to come close so he can whisper into your ear. So you gave in and did it. He moved your chin to face him and kissed you slowly on the lips. You felt like only you two was on the bus. That you finally had the weights off your shoulders. You and him. He whispered softly on your lips, “Te amo mucho.” His lips would forever leave a mark, of love on yours.

[paintbrushnebula]

I saw your peni and Gwen art from a while ago and it's absolutely adorable. And I was wondering if you had any headcanons for the two of them ?? I don't see people talking about them much

Aw hey glad you liked that art! I really wanna make some more comics with spiderverse characters soon. And I just love Gwen and Peni as characters and what their dynamic could be like.

That being said, you've REALLY come to the right place for some headcanons for these two goobers! You've done my heart good with this ask ^_^

Peni had been a part of the society longer than Gwen, but she hadn't remained in touch with any of the OG spider-gang. I wanna read up on Peni's comics one of these days so I can learn more, but I do think Peni had a nasty canon event happen in the past year before Gwen joined HQ. Peni didn't want to talk to anyone, but then one day was at HQ after dark for whatever reason (maybe she just dropped off a successfully captured anomaly). Since Gwen apparently lived at HQ, she was up and find Peni curled up silently crying. Gwen didn't know what to say, so she just started carding her fingers lightly through Peni's hair. Peni let out a little gasp and then leaned into the touch without ever looking at Gwen in the eye. Neither of them said a word. They just sat there. Gwen offered to let Peni sleepover in her HQ dorm room, but Peni declined. Peni avoided Gwen even more after that night. Idk I don't think any of the spider gang from the first film really kept in touch in the past year. I'm sure that changes after ATSV though.

Now after BTSV however, Peni would really open up about everything. And Gwen's now learned a thing or two about being moral support. Peni's (jesus the typos) constantly showing up at Gwen's window at ungodly hours, just an absolute bawling mess, the poor thing. All Gwen has to do is open her arms out wordlessly and Peni just hides her face in Gwen's abdomen and grips her shirt and everything. Gwen says very little, just coos and a bunch of quiet little "it's okay"'s. Gwen's way of comforting people is like she's trying to calm a spooked cat. This is all new for her, but she doesn't seem to realize that she's kinda a natural lol. This time, when Gwen offers to let Peni sleepover for the night, Peni doesn't hesitate.

Gwen spoils Peni rotten lol. Whenever higher authority complains about Peni's antics, or tells on her to Gwen, she'll ALWAYS side with Peni. Miguel could go to Gwen complaining that her little spitfire is hacking into the watches to send unflattering pictures of him to the entire society and Gwen will go "omg she's literally just a bby why can't you just leave her alone."

They do watchathons of bad movies late at night to make fun of them like ya do with ya homies.

Gwen CONSTANTLY forgets that Peni is 15. Like she doesn't seriously think she's a toddler, but she lets the super short anime girl look fool her into thinking she's 12 or something. So like if Gwen sees Peni maneuvering a vehicle, she freaks out for a minute before she remembers, or if Peni is about to a watch a PG-13 movie and Gwen will FLAIL for a hot second.

Gwen hands down a lot of her old clothes that don't fit her anymore to Peni.

Gwen doesn't understand any of Peni's smart sciencey talk, they both know it, but Gwen gives Peni's ramblings her full undivided attention anyway.

(I actually posted this one recently) Sometimes Peni will just walk up to Gwen and stretch her arms out, to signal that she wants Gwen to deadlift carry her by her pits like she's a cat. When Gwen does it, Peni just lets her head hang back and her body go limp like she's dead or smth. Gwen just holds her out like that and goes about her day like normal for half an hour.

they both share an obsession with Pokémon. They make fan covers of the music together.

Thank you for the ask! I love these two sibs ^U^

[1lenii]

Hiii, another fellow latina here~ would you mind writing a Miles (E-42) based on the song Wish you were sober by Conan Gray with a Latina reader please? Maybe friends to lover trope 👀

✮I meant it✮

Miles G Morales x F!Latina!Reader

✮Hope this meets the expectations of what you were expecting! And I hope you don’t mind but I got sorta of a ‘fancy’ party theme so—

✮Synopsis: Attending a party with your lightweight Best friend Miles

✮ Trope: Friends to Lovers

✮This song is now in my playlist thank you anon<3

✮Might be angsty or sappy but hopefully I was able to balance the two

Ntm on the pictures PLEASE.

⚠️drinking, drunk driving(JS TISPSY)❗️WE ARE AGED UP❗️, catcalling maybe(?) and probably something else I missed, and not proofread-

ALOT. OF. SPANISH. Have a translator at hand at all times<3

CHECK OUT MY OTHER WORKS: MASTERLIST

✮WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, Enjoy<3

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It was 7:18pm on a Saturday, a warm summer evening, August 15 read the calendar, right under was “Tina’s Gala” written in purple ink from one of (Y/N)’s favorite pen.

“Ma, y yo tengo que ir?” (Do I have to go?)

“Si tú quieres, I don’t mind if you do or don’t” (if you want)

This conversation doesn’t last long, as Miles is currently helping (Y/N) into her body tight strapless dress that shimmers with each tug in the dim light of their newly bought and shared apartment.

(Y/N) adjusts the dress soothing out the wrinkles, taking a glance at the dry-cleaned three piece suit, she got for Miles, to then returning her gaze onto her self.

Miles on the other hand was contemplating if he should go while staring intently at the suit propped up on the closet door.

Miles glances to his left, feeling a dip of the bed next to him, he fully turns his head to look at (Y/N), seeing her mouth, mouthing some words but falling on deaf ears.

Miles is starstruck, taking in the sight of his best friend secret crush in the dimly lit room, how her curls bounce with each head motion, the way her eyes lights up and showed millions of stories, her melanin skin that glows even more with the highlights/concealer she has on her cheek bones, the way that perfect dress which matches his suit hugs her curves, and her—

“Hellooooo, earth to Miles” (Y/N) says waving her manicured hand in front of Miles, bringing the man of his trance

“Huh?”

“You weren’t even listening idiot”

“So repeat it dumbass” Miles said while flicking her forehead, just to then stand up to avoid the well known counter attack she would’ve done.

While rubbing the inflicted spot (Y/N) gets up and walks towards the closet where the suit is currently hanging, looking up at it

“I said if your gonna go be quick about cause I, well, WE have to leave in 20”

Sighing, Miles mumbles ‘fuck it’ before going over to the closet and treading over to the bathroom, soon closing the door with a *click*.

(Y/N) sighs, taking out her phone from the matching purse in Miles half of the room, opening instagram she clicks on Tina’s story

“My loves we getting lit tonightttt!!!, here at the Grand Tina’s I’m hosting a get together, EVERYBODY INVITED!!! The dress code is formal/fancy, and bring a date;), drinks and food will be provided”

(Y/N) clicks to the right, ‘another one?’ An imaginary sweat drop, forms on her hairline

“LEAVE THAT BEEF SHIT AT HOME!! We here to have funnn and b classy”

(Y/N) stares at the text on the story, mind drifting off to Miles as he has a tendency to pick at people who try and talk to you, wether it be ‘can I get your number’ or ‘you single’

*click* Miles steps out with his 3piece walking over casually as if he not about to crease the shit out of his blazer.

“guau que guapoo” (Y/N) claps to give off the impression of being impress, even though she was

“Yea yea, this guapo about to leave you ” he mumbles, starts checking himself out in the mirror before exiting the room to grab the car keys up to the front of the house

(Y/N) grabs her purse and quickly follows in pursuit only to be met with Miles offering her a hand to help her down the stairs, in which she takes.

Quickly exiting the lobby as fast as they entered it they were now outside.

“Wait here ma, a pretty girl shouldn’t have to walk”

“As me el favor, es no es na”

“And you still gonna listen, wait here”

(Y/N) lets him have the last words as she stares at his disappearing figure in the crowd of cars. No less than 3 minutes, and sure enough miles is in front of where (Y/N) is standing. Getting out of the car over to the passenger door to open it for her

“After you m’lady”

“Para de jugar”

“Y tu para de jugar conmigo”

(Y/N) laughs it off while getting in completely, letting Miles shut the door on her, while retreating to his side.

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•Soon enough they are at Grand Tina’s•

“(Y/N), mi amor, I’m so glad you made it”

Tina greets her with a hug and cheek kiss

(Y/N) doing the same

“Glad to be here, thank you for the invitation”

“And who’s this handsome guy you with? Is he your Boyfriend?”

“Mmnm na, he’s just my date”

“Miles, un placer” he’s says sticking his hand out to shake, which gets returned

“The pleasure is mine, please come in, we have drinks and food to the left of the establishment and the tables are to the center of the right wall”

Tina says before leading them inside, to go back to her post to greet more guests

*the song should be playing if it isnt*

(Y/N) and Miles walk towards the tables, claim one right the main stairs taking a seat and getting settled in

A while later (Y/N) gets called up by some associates who wanted to catch up

“You’ll be Oka here? Miles?”

“Yea yea, you go have fun mami I’ll see you when I see you” Miles says looking up from his phone and gives (Y/N) a warm smile from his usual stoic face

“Alright call me if you need me”

Miles laughs slightly with a “planning on it”

(Y/N) smiling along before walking over to her associates.

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It was now 10:27pm, (Y/N) was no where to be found, and Miles was now standing leaning on a near by wall, bored and uncomfortable out of his mind

‘Tch should’ve stayed home’

Miles was on his 2nd glass of wine as he witness the trading of drinks, couples drifting off to talk to other groups and a corner filled with a bunch of business based men

A waiter crosses his sights as he beckons him over requesting another glass of wine.

Glass In hand, then

another one,

then another one

trying to drown out the conversations of the other attendees

(Y/N) has finished everything there was on her imaginary list of interactions, now wandering around looking for miles, she catches sight of neatly braided twin braids, trying to make her way through the crowd with a bunch of ‘excuse me’ ‘sorry’.

‘Where she at’ ‘I wanna dip’ ‘I can’t anymore’ (social battery is officially at 0)

Thoughts being answered Miles mentally thank the lord, When he catches a glimpse a certain matching dress, he tried to walk towards the girl in question, just to stumble back onto the wall

“Bebiste mucho”

“No fue tanto”

“Se te vuele”

Miles avoids eyes contact with the shorter girl in front, Y/N is almost pressed on him as she tried to Tilt her head towards Miles line of sight, Miles once again avoiding it

“You sober enough to drive, cause I got it”

“Mmm” Miles response suddenly wrapping his arms around Y/N waist while leaning his head forward to rest on her shoulder

“Alright big guy cmon”

Leading Miles out and bidding farewells she pats Miles pockets for the key, clicking around on the buttons due to the lost memory of where Miles parked his ride

Marco polo-ing her way while supporting Miles with her shoulder and all her strength while leading him to the passenger seat, while then taking a U-turn to the drivers seat.

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Eventually reaching the apartment, and taking the elevator, with Miles her shoulder slurring a bunch of incompressible words they finally made it back home.

Y/N went straight towards the coach leaving miles stranded on the couch in the living room, returning to the front door to leave all the keys on the key holder.

“Y/Nnn~”

“Yeaa?”

“ComE baCk I miss yoU”

Y/N with a chuckle make her way to Miles room to get a change of clothes for herself which she now has on and as well as his own, now infront of miles she helps him get comfortable.

Y/N is now moving to his button up, unbuttoning the buttons from top to bottom tugging at his shoulders to tug the blazer and button up off

“Y/Nnn”

“Yes guapo, qué pasa”

“tE amo”

“Que-?” Y/N looks up at miles from her position besides him trying to confirm what she thought she heard, movements coming to a brief pause.

“Mami I love yoU”

“Te amo también”

Miles shuts his eyes and softly smiles content with the reciprocated feelings, while Y/N continues her movements from before going to haul a T-shirt of Miles well toned frame.

“Cmon, duérmete, lemme bring you a comforter”

As Y/N gets up, she gets stopped by a previously half lidded and currently wide eyed Miles he says “stay”

Who’s Y/N to reject his offer, she hesitantly tries to make sense of how she gonna fit, when she gets cut off in the process by being pulled in by Miles who’s already snuggling up to her and mumbling ‘you were taking to long’

Y/N gets comfortable melting into him and the couch, while mumbling ‘I wish you were sober..’ ‘Mayb it’s better if you weren’t’ before drifting off to sleep

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It’s already the next morning, and Miles is nowhere to be found, rubbing her eyes Y/N gets up looking around for the previously drunk man to find him the kitchen already at work to prepare breakfast

“Morning ma”

“…you shouldn’t be at the stove, doesn’t your head hurt”

“Nothing that’s gonna kill me” Miles shrugs

… there was a moment of silence before Miles broke it…

“You wished I was sober.” He stated

“What..”

“You wished that I was sober, how come?”miles says now fully facing Y/N

“Nada miles, nothing to note” Y/N hesitates remembering last nights events

“Nada? Enserio? Cause I seem to recall a little confession from my favorite” miles says making his way to Y/N who’s sitting down at the kitchen island, now hugging her sitting frame from behind

“I DIDNT want t-to—“

A now flustered Y/N is contemplating and panicking Till her nerves get replaced with words of confirmation

“I meant it.”

Y/N heart beats faster when Miles turns her around to press a kiss on her lips, firstly hovering looking for a sign of permission, which was given when Y/N leaned in first.

Passionately kissing, their first real interaction as future lovers.

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Authors note: I ACTUALLY DONT KNOW HOW INDID, feedback would b great<33 hope you enjoyed ofc<3

[romsabombs]

malevolent 43 was insane so here are my notes. my live reactions while listening. enjoy :)

god i feel so sick already

EW AD☹️

okayyyy voices

is it kayne watching

oh god this again

hes way more dramatic this time i think

ermm??

yuck😨

omg queen!!! indeed queen💅💖

i have no idea whats going on

ohhh dang

IS HE GETTING CHAINED UP

im so nervous and scared and afraid

yorrick lore episode?? :3

ohhh yeahh he was the prince's skull

JOHNNNN🥳🥳🥳

omg yes talk to eachother!!! bond!

HAHA JOHN WHY ARE YOU TELLING HER ALL THIS

yesss KING AND QUEENNN

omg hastur he-who-is-not-to-be-named lord of carcosa thats the thing kayne said

OKAYYYYY 💅💅

WHO😐 HAHAAA💀💀

yesss you tell him girl!! they broke into YOUR house‼️

ohhh erm what😶

"i am the king in yellow" SHE DOESNT CARE JOHN

ermmmmmm erm erm uhh

i have no idea how to describe kingqueen relationship rn

"you are no god i have witnessed" "no. but i am a god" such good lines

she should read oscars note lol

LORE LORE LORE yess tell us about this world queen🎀

"and yet you moan on a table beneath my knife👹" okayyy shes vicious💅

YORRICK SNITCH

"my transition" okay🤨🏳️‍⚧️

yo i have no idea what's going on

she said i know what u are🤨

LILY MENTION LILY MENTION

👹LIES👹 girl we're having a moment

"you gained humanity as a prisoner" okayyy true hmmm..

gosh this is heavy

bestiary mentioned :))

her ass is NOT listening

i have no idea how to picture this scene in my head

ohh she was hurt by humans☹️ because her ass is a witch

two sides of the same coin

YOUR MOTHER? omg a name

arthur is straight up dead and we're doing the traumadumping hour

😀☹️😞 :( :( oh darling

mother darkness is my drag name

okay shes got a point tho🫡

YORRICK DONT HAHA shut up!!

oh!! :3

ermmm third wheeling over here

yorrick finally does something good (shuts the fuck up)

death for the undying⛓️💔

hell brings about the truth in people🔥🔥🔥 these lines go hard

im sure you did😒😒

can you believe this episode is 52 minutes long

imagine arthur laying on the floor family guy pose while all this emotional stuff is happening

BEDROCK RAAHHHH

"our" :3333

even the witch knows hes a child

"silent to all but those who can hear🗣️🗣️🗣️"

"i am not forgotten. not by him" :((

i remember you my king!! 🤓🥰

larson mansion arc throwback

"i saved him" erm you're the reason he went crazy in the first place

FUCK YOU👹 does she even know that word

john finally gets therapy not clickbait

ok shut up john my headphones are dying

ok we're back

"i tried to kill a man who i felt was in my way" 💀💀

HAHA SHES SO MEAN

okay now arthur is the child

dont go to the dark side pookie🙏

bro this shit is none of her business stay out of it

MY LOVE FOR ARTHURRREEE🥳🥳 WE WON!!!!!!!!!!!🔥‼️🗣️

ermm 😶 come on johnn🙏

arthur said i can fix him and then did!!

WOAHAHSHFHCBXNSN WHA😨😨

WOAHHHHH WHATATTTT QUEEN??

HAHAHA WHY DID YOU DO THAT

ERMMMMMMMM HES WHAT

😀😀HEAVY BREATHINGGG

OKAYYYYYYY JOHNN🥰🥰

RAHHHH👹👹👹 hes so sigma

yo what the hell is happening

😨😨😨😨HUH

this witch sure loves stabbing arthur

TRUEEE we r in her home!!

his ass is not really gone come on

do true loves kiss or whatever or like shed a tear and it'll land on him and he'll be alive again because magic

"🤢JOHN🤢" okayy rude🙄

mm yeah true why did you leave

😀john stay with us🙏🗣️ pretty pls

i miss arthurs voice its really nice

FRIEND MENTIONED like from s1 :3

HIS ASS ISNT GONE what would the show be without him bruh

jesus christ

NO NONONONOOO NO COME ON

🫣🫣 ermm 😶

man arthurs only purpose is to be a vessel huh :( :(

isn't john like bound to this body

what a mess :/ how will we fix this

girl u barely know him why do u care

"ignorant false morals" 😒girl

i wanna know what she thinks about the trolley problem

maybe don't listen to her she just murdered your boyfriend twice. thrice

GIRL YOU DONT EVEN KNOW HIM

shut up🙄 dont piss me off you killed my boy

ohh arthur i miss him already

erm john!!!! dont say allat😀

GOD DAMN IT we got so far man

hail to the king🗣️🗣️🗣️

NEW BODY??

ok now shes worshipping him😒

:( he says arthurs name so coldly. absolutely no emotion in his voice☹️

DONT TELL HER!!!!

ugh hes back to his kiy voice

im gonna kill myself actually

"think of the object you desire to find" imagine a rosetoy just appears

OH OH OH OH HAHA YEAHH HAHAA

this is awesome actually

faroes song goes hard

ohhh hes back :3

yorrick is so cutiepatootie

oh wait is he okay😨

OH NO

OH :3 HAHA YORRICK💀💀

insane episode

aye we cant save arthur without another deal with the devil i think

where's kayne when you need him

john this speech is embarrassing you're not an alpha wolf

john non binary arc🙏

..meaning??🧐

"i choose you. to be a part of you" ☹️ pokemon reference for a sec

yorrick embodiment of sillyness

yeah doll him up before reviving him

"your love for your friend" yorrick is so third wheeling

oh he feels human :3 i feel so sigma

cant we just let arthur stay dead let bro rest in peace he's been through enough

ARTHUR :33 WOAHHH😨😨

yeah i guess that musta hurt huh

yo is his ass okay😀😀

arthur is in Pain Painnn

ima have dreams about this one

[iwashieonhiatus]

BLUE LOCK MEN AS BREAKUP SONGS

📌 itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, oliver aiku, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, michael kaiser

︶ ︶ ︶    ୨୧ ︶ ︶ ︶ warnings- breakup songs that I think suits the Blue Lock boys. (pt1?)

♡ ITOSHI SAE- MR. PERFECTLY FINE/ TAYLOR SWIFT

Mr. "Perfect face" Mr. "Here to stay" Mr. "Looked me in the eye and told me you would never go away" Everything was right Mr. "I've been waiting for you all my life" Mr. "Every single day until the end, I will be by your side" .. Hello, Mr. "Perfectly fine" How's your heart after breaking mine? Mr. "Always at the right place at the right time," baby Hello Mr. "Casually cruel" Mr. "Everything revolves around you" I've been Ms. "Misery" since your goodbye And you're Mr. "Perfectly fine" Mr. "Never told you why" Mr. "Never had to see me cry" Mr. "Insincere apology so he doesn't look like the bad guy" He goes about his day Forgets he ever even heard my name Well, I thought you might be different Than the rest, I guess you're all the same...

✦ ISAGI YOICHI- SOMEBODY ELSE/ THE 1975

So I heard you found somebody else And at first, I thought it was a lie I took all my things that make sounds The rest I can do without I don't want your body But I hate to think about you with somebody else Our love has gone cold You're intertwining your soul with somebody else I'm looking through you While you're looking through your phone And then leaving with somebody else No, I don't want your body But I'm picturing your body with somebody else....

★ OLIVER AIKU- NOT IN THE SAME WAY/ 5SOS

Drink all night, never sleep You say, "Go," I won't leave I love you, you love me But not in the same way Rip my heart out and leave On the floor, watch me bleed I love you, you love me But not in the same way We fuck, and we fight, then you call me a psycho I walk out the door, but you won't let me let go Turn right around, throwin' rocks at your window But I can't forget you, and I'll always let you...I love you, you love me But not in the same way...

❥ NAGI SEISHIRO- GILDED LILY/ CULTS

Now it's been long enough to talk about it I've started not to doubt it, just wrap my head around it I remember when you told me it's an everyday decision But with my double vision, how was I supposed to see the way? Haven't I given enough, given enough? Always the fool with the slowest heart But I know you'll take me with youWe'll live in spaces between walls.... Haven't I given enough, given enough?...

▞ BACHIRA MEGURU- MORAL OF THE STORY/ ASHE

So I never really knew you God, I really tried to Blindsided, addicted Felt we could really do this But really I was foolish Hindsight, it's obvious Talking with my lawyer She said, "Where'd you find this guy?" I said, "Young people fall in love With the wrong people sometimes" Some mistakes get made That's alright, that's okay You can think that you're in love When you're really just in pain Some mistakes get made That's alright, that's okay In the end, it's better for me That's the moral of the story, baby.....

❖ITOSHI RIN- THANKS FOR NOTHING/ THE NEARLY DEADS

Thanks for nothing, all the bad advice. You never gave me anything. Hope you're having fun across the country Making brand new memories. Sorry it's not far enough away. I'm sick, so i'm sorry i'm giving up. Now i'll never wonder if i'm good enough for you.I'm getting older every day, I'm getting over you. You will never share in my success, You will never play a part in my happiness again. I'm getting older everyday, I'm getting over you this way. Take a step back, try to see it both ways. Looking from the outside everything seems ok. But we're not ok. All these guilty feelings i have harbored over years of your neglect, They end tonight.... Take a step back, try to find a lifeline. Looking from the outside everyone is just fine. I'm doing fine.The only thing you taught me was to run away and how to waste my life How to waste my life....

✸ MICHAEL KAISER- HATE ME/ ELLIE GOULDING

Hate me, hate me, still tryna replace me Chase me, chase me, tell me how you hate me Erase me, 'rase me, wish you never dated me Lies, tell me lies, baby, tell me how you hate me It's a thin line between all this love and hate (okay) And if you switch sides, you're gon' have to claim your place (okay) So baby, this time you're gon' have to seal your fate (okay) Yeah, baby, this time you're gon' have to seal your fate... Tell me how you hate me, hate me, still tryna replace me Chase me, chase me, tell me how you hate me Erase me, 'rase me, wish you never dated me Lies, tell me lies, baby, tell me how you hate me...

[ofsinnersandsaints]

Left Turn

rating: T word count: 3895 chapter: 1/2

When Tim's ex-wife gets remarried and invites him to the wedding he can't go alone, so Lucy helpfully offers to go with him as moral support. What neither of them took into account was that going out, looking hot, and dancing close would lead to them messing up sheets back at Tim's house

AO3

Lucy looked at herself in the mirror one last time and knew that at this point she was just putting off the inevitable. The nerves were stupid, this was not the first time she and Tim had gone to the same wedding, but the little voice in the back of her head pointed out this was the first time they were going to a wedding together.

Tim’s ex was getting married and in an attempt at friendship, Isabel had invited Tim to the ceremony and reception. Lucy had listened try and talk himself out of going for a week before she’d made the stupid offer of going with him, so he wouldn’t have to go alone.

Now Lucy was dressed up, fully aware Tim was heading up likely looking too good in a suit, and she was going to have to spend the entire night pretending like she didn’t want to corner him in a dark room.

With a deep breath she turned away from the mirror and grabbed her tiny purse, making sure everything she'd need was in it as she walked into the living room where Tamara was sprawled out on the couch studying. “I don’t know how late we’re going to be, if the reception is a dud we might just head out early.”

Tamara gave Lucy a once over and then snorted. “Looking like that? I’d be shocked if I saw you before morning.”

“Tam!” Lucy scolded as Tim knocked at the door. “Come in.”

Tim opened the door and was glaring before he even looked at her, which was not the reaction she'd wanted. “You shouldn’t just let people into your apartment. I could have been anyone.”

“I recognized your knock, Tim. I knew it was you.” Lucy rolled her eyes, and hoped it was enough of a distraction to keep Tim from realizing her reaction to him. He looked drool worthy in his charcoal suit and dark gray tie.

“You recognized my knock,” he repeated, dubious.

“It’s very businesslike,” Tamara explained as she got up from the couch. “You two look great, let me get phone, I’ll take a picture.”

“This isn’t prom,” Lucy pointed out hopelessly as Tamara walked away.

“So? Remembering the small moments is just as important as remembering the big ones,” Tamara explained, her voice slightly muffled as she got her phone from her room. The only way Tamara could get any work done was if her phone was in a different part of the apartment. “You guys are going out, you both look great, why not take a picture?”

“Make it quick,” Tim said by way of answer as Tamara came back into the living room, phone already held up. “Come on, Lucy, she won’t let us leave until we let her take a picture.”

Lucy stepped towards Tim, but glared at Tamara as she stood beside him. “I don’t want to be late, Tamara,” and also the dress she was wearing was thin satin. She did not need to know what it felt like to have Tim pressed against her with very little separating their bodies.

[broomsticks]

Some wonderful June recs:

recs under readmore for:

we're already in the aftermath by @slashmarks // 16k, T // Sirius/Remus/Lily

Like Break of Day by @cntrl15 // 3.6k, T // Bellatrix/Narcissa

Flying Lessons by @phantomato // 2k, T // Andromeda/Rolanda

The Velveteen Rabbit by @saintsenara // 3k, G // Mrs Cole, Tom Riddle

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we're already in the aftermath by @slashmarks // 16k, T // Sirius/Remus/Lily

Summary: Lily's plan to defeat Voldemort forever and leave her and Harry safe succeeds - and leaves her struggling with guilt over James's death even as she has no one left but James's best friends. In the meantime, the Ministry carries on as usual. The war is dead, long live the war: they're losing the peace instead. A thank you gift for a beta.

Hi it's me I am said beta. I could rec so much of slashmarks' fic, don't get me started. If it's the ship that caught your eye, please note the rating too: this is a very worldbuilding-heavy James-dies-on-Halloween-'81 AU. love a messy Lily who's not a paragon of moral purity trying to navigate the magical world—with its antiquated systems and pureblood prejudice and hardline views towards Dark magic—as a young adult, a young mother, with a life before her she hadn't imagined she would have. Sirius, Remus, and Bellatrix are superb side characters in this too; they're really used efficiently and effectively to add so much to the story.

Like Break of Day by @cntrl15 // 3.6k, T // Bellatrix/Narcissa

Summary: Obsession is a kind of romance, and there's no line at all between self-sacrifice and self-destruction.

The author did a really cool thing here with the wordcount: it's a drabble anthology series with the first day's being 100 words, the second 100 more than that, and so on, with eight consecutive @sapphicmicrofics prompts from the month of June. Given all of that, I'm even more in awe of the fact that they've managed to tell such a luscious, well-paced, smartly plotted story. It's so compelling, the descriptions so rich, ughhh the author's talent for painting a picture with their words leaves me speechless. Chapter 5, Petting Zoo, is one of my favorites (ah why yes I do like my angst).

Flying Lessons by @phantomato // 2k, T // Andromeda/Rolanda

Summary: Andromeda takes Teddy to flying lessons so Harry doesn’t get that, too.

Another fic tagged Grief/Mourning, another first person POV fic, and such a good one. Loved the themes and motifs here, how Andromeda’s relationships to her hair and her body reflect where she’s at on the topics of family and grief and love. She’s a particular favorite of mine as she’s got such an interesting story—she’s seen it all, really, from pre-Marauders gen to post-canon, love to grief, birth and death. She’s got so many sides to her, which makes her such a fascinating character through which to explore grief—and this fic has so neatly selected some of these threads to tell an incredible tale of healing and recovery. All the love for flawed people just trying to get by.

The Velveteen Rabbit by @saintsenara // 3k, G // Mrs Cole, Tom Riddle

Summary: A boy has scarlet fever and wants his mother. He gets Mrs Cole instead.

Have a canon-compliant look at Tom Riddle’s Wool’s childhood through Mrs Cole’s eyes. Feel bad for the underresourced and overstretched matron, who’s mother to none and yet has too many children to raise, feed and clothe and supervise; feel even worse for the poor child, for all he’s lacking and all he’s lost. The voice, the worldbuilding, the details of the time period were wonderful—truly such an immersive reading experience; this felt much longer than it was (or maybe it was the number of times I reread it!)—but most of all I loved the bits of Tom characterization the author’s cleverly managed to sneak in through unsuspecting Mrs Cole’s POV. Always love an unreliable narrator!

[zorkaya-moved]

❝  there is no wound that you can give me that i have not already given myself.  ❞ ( :') hi ren akjdhfdgfgf )

@luminaei

Heroes and martyrs will always leave regrets behind, stricken by the understanding how they did not live their lives as they wanted to. Their grief, their sadness, their desperation. They all will end up with those wishes of fulfilled regrets, they'd beg for success and they'd beg for something to be changed. Their wishfulness would be born from helplessness, them looking back at how they lived and understanding that they did not [live] but [served] to those morals without making themselves truly happy. Repressed desires, repressed wishes, repressed hopes for freedom. Everything at the same time, everything at the last moment when they face death and lose their angelic and saintly behavior, wishing that they've done something more, something else, something different just for themselves. One time.

Will Ariel be the same? Oak Casket thinks she will be. Her past name is long thrown away and now she lives for herself as much as making sure that the dead have their wishes heard. It was her mother's last desire, it was her brother's whispered wish that made her move forward with it. Despite carrying the wish of someone important to her, the Sinner of Death remains unbothered by the words spoken from the other, much younger lady. Oak remains unapproachable, the one who makes other Sinners feel a shiver run down their spine because they do not wish to look at her, speak with her, and hear her words. Despite her voice being like a grim lullaby, haunting and ethereal in a way Death is.

It seems Ariel thinks her words are said to harm her, to hurt her, to make her doubt her faith and her wishes to go forward. But Ariel will not be able to help Corruptors, she will not be able to become salvation of all Syndicate, she will not be able to do everything alone. Thus, her mission is one without an end and without a presence of person named 'Ariel' only a presence of a title of a 'saintess' that she seems to uphold.

Oak Casket's gaze is hollow, she looks at Ariel without any judgement or any malice as she simply studies the girl (by Oak's words) in front of her. People like her are like candle lights, burning themselves out until their wax (faith/life) runs out and their fire no longer can burn. A pathetic sight, a sight that will never change based on everything Oak has seen. Her own bias plays a big role from how many voices and whispers of similar people she heard. But Ariel isn't the only one who wants to [help] those people. Cure Mania as Dr. Iron said... Cure Corruptors as Anne wished, didn't she? SALVA wanted the same thing as Ariel does, but they use different approaches. But they all will melt away like candles, burning themselves far and beyond. The candles in the Romanesque Hall is a reminder of how fast life passes by and how easily it can be snuffed out.

"For who are you bleeding, saintess?" Oak Casket asks, not caring about the words spoken prior. Ariel may think her words are spoken as a way to slash and cut, a stab to make her faithful body bleed light and foolish, stubborn wish to bring salvation. However, salvation of Syndicate will only be possible when it perish and will be brought anew. Death is peace, salvation from this life of hardships, cruelty, and merciless destruction through Mania and corruption. So what will be Ariel's wish when she dies? Will she regret not living for herself? "What self-fulfilling prophecy do you wish to achieve? My words are nothing but questions to guess what regrets you will carry with yourself beyond. It will be I to whom you will return, pleading to fulfill one last wish."

Only Chief forced her to step into the world of the living. Only that existence who is so stubborn, foolish, and reckless but monstrous and beastly in their nature. A beautiful yet grotesque picture that will lead towards futures where maybe a dead person will give her more stories, more secrets, more happiness instead of regrets and cries. Ariel is not that person in the eyes of the one who's heard too much.

"Heroes leave with regrets when helplessness strikes them. So tell me, what regret do you carry within yourself before it's too late? As I do not hear the voices of the dead until we are out on the battlefield," the woman extends her hand to the other, adopting a soft and inviting smile (yet still so cold) as if beckoning the saintess to step closer and confess her sins, the innermost desires. "I will listen to your secrets and whispers if you so wish to confess them."

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The first violin plays

Warning : fluff, comfort,

Summary : A news story changes the course of a symphny. A heart can be touched. Feelings and heartbeats are the sign of nervousness of the person you love. A meeting with realizations and maybe new feelings. And a question that can and maybe will change the course of your mind again.

Masterlist, next part

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The message was true from Michael? Irritated, she let go of her blanket and picked up her phone. She opened it and read the message. Good morning, my dear coffee-bringer. I hope I didn't wake you up ;) I wanted to ask you now that you are a member of our morally questionable experiments if you would like to meet our founders? she read the message and beamed with joy. She quickly answered in the affirmative before slipping out of bed and finally making her coffee.

She was happy to have a midday shift and therefore had to leave later. The coffee that was finally in her possession tasted soothing in the morning. Even though she remembered the encounter with the unknown man. It was strange and yet she thought it was just coincidence, didn't she? She took another sip before going to her record player. She put on a record and soon the classical music sounded to her ears. It was soothing.

Returning to the table, she had breakfast before turning on the news. In her new city, however, it remained quiet, and she was relieved. She had heard strange stories about aliens and even about an ominous superhero with spider abilities. Although it sounded extremely bizarre both stories especially that such a thing should exist.

Inwardly, however, she was not so eager to meet these two ominous heroes or perhaps villains. Turning away from the television with a glance at the clock, she rose before she began to change her clothes.

She looked at herself in the mirror and was nervous. She had never seen Michael in civilian clothes before. She wondered what he would wear. Especially since they would be going to her boss's office together. She pictured Michael in a black shirt.

It would match his hair and highlight his beautiful blue eyes. The pale skin would harmonize with the beautiful eyes. He seemed perfect. At first she thought of something provocative, perhaps a little too provocative. But then it occurred to her that she would see her boss, so she went in a simpler direction.

Grab her important things she wanted to go out when she suddenly warned her a message on her cell phone. ,, Look out of the window" it said and confused she raised an eyebrow. She went to the window that faced the street and looked out. Only when she looked down did she see Michael leaning on his crutches against a black limousine. ,, What the hell," she muttered before hurrying down to the sidewalk.

There she almost did not believe her eyes, she had not mistaken. Michael stood in his usual black hooded jacket leaning against the limo. She knew that he preferred this jacket she was not blind he did not seem to like his body very much.

What was hidden under it, however, she could not quite say. ,, Where did you get a limousine ? " it came out of her and Michael came up to her. ,, In case you haven't noticed, I'm a doctor, I won a Nobel Prize, but I turned it down, and I'm in more than just a high position. But I have to admit that it's not mine," he said with a smile before opening the door for her.

She felt how she couldn't get her slight grin off her face. She also felt her heart beating fast with a slight nervousness. She saw that behind the tinted window the driver was looking at her, but he didn't seem to notice her. Or at least he didn't seem to be looking at her.

She was feeling slightly uncomfortable, the limo had tinted windows and it was relatively dim in the car. Y/n was jolted out of her uneasiness when Michael sat down next to her.

Only the place in the middle remained free against which he leaned his crutches. Michael told the driver where to go before the car started moving.

At that point, she felt Michael's blue eyes on her, which she could see in the darkened window. ,, Are you nervous?" he asked and Y/n looked at Michael. ,, I mean, he's our boss," she admitted, smiling nervously. Michael nodded understandably as if he wanted to do something. Almost cautiously he raised his hand and put it on her shoulder for a short moment.

Y/n was wearing a white blouse and she could feel his cold touch. As quickly as she felt his hand on her shoulder, Michael took it back.

It was short, but her heart calmed down a bit. ,,Have you met him before?" she asked to break the silence. Michael smiled briefly, ,, I'll just say we've had a few run-ins," he admitted, holding back a smirk.

She was slightly confused, but it seemed to make sense to her since Michael had turned down the Nobel Prize. The ride didn't take too long and Y/n noticed that they were leaving the mediocre neighborhoods.

The quarter of the rich and super-rich stretched out in front of them. Her mouth dropped open when she saw the huge building through the windows. ,,Wow, that's-". ,, Immpressive?" Michael finished her sentence after they stopped. Y/n got out of the car and made a special effort to open the door for Michael. ,, Thank you ," he told her before the two of them walked side by side.

Of course at a leisurely pace because of Michael. ,, Did you take your blood?" she dared to ask, not knowing if she could allow herself to do so. ,, Yes I did mom, I got dressed and made myself some coffee" he grumbled playfully and Y/n rolled her eyes. As they stood in front of the front door she felt awkward.

Michael seemed calm and even pleased to meet the multimillionaire. After they rang the doorbell, to their surprise, an older man in doctor's clothing opened the door. ,, Michael, I thought we wouldn't see each other," he said knowingly, his hand resting on the man's shoulder. ,, Are you going to stay a little longer?". ,, No, he got his dose. How is yours?" the stranger answered the questions before his eyes remained fixed on Y/n. ,, I am Nicholas Morbius," he said kindly and held out his hand.

It was warm, not cold like Michael's, and yet Y/n was moved. ,, I am Y/n, a colleague of Michael. Excuse me for asking, but are you related?" she asked, and Michael's brief pained look escaped her.

,, No, not really, I sort of raised Michael and Loxias," he said and Michael smiled. ,, I have other patients waiting for me, if you'll excuse me," the older man said and walked past the two of them. ,, I hope to see you again. That goes for both of you" he told them before he left. ,, That was a lie". ,,What?". ,, He doesn't have to go anywhere, our dear boss is his only patient" said Michael and Y/n couldn't quite interpret his tone. ,, Please, after you," he said, pointing to the door that led inside. She went inside and noticed Michael closing the door. She could not get out of her amazement.

The presence seemed already big from the outside, but from the inside it seemed even bigger. ,, This is really impressive," she admitted, and Michael followed her gaze. ,, Yes, when you have the money and spend a lot of time at home, you end up with such a bad taste!" he suddenly shouted into the house and Y/n felt her fear rise briefly.

I'll be out of a job before the first week, she thought bitterly, but followed Michael upstairs. Michael scowled at the stairs, but although there was certainly an elevator, he didn't seem to want to take one. She gave herself a jolt and stepped a little closer to him before wordlessly grabbing his arm and hooking herself to stabilize him.

,, Sometimes I wonder which one of us is the doctor," he said gratefully before the two of them began to walk slowly upstairs. Her heart was beating fast both from nervousness to be so close to Michael and to meet her boss. They had made it up the stairs before she opened up the top floor in front of them. She eluded Michael, not wanting to hurt him on a helpless level. She probably couldn't even imagine what he must have been through.

They went into a kind of living room and lounge. Michael promptly sat down in an armchair and began to take off his black raincoat, which was also a cape, after he had leaned his crutches against it. This time, however, she left it at that, not to look too conspicuously.

Once for the sake of her nerves and fantasies as well as for the sake of Michael's feelings. She didn't really know what to do, so she looked around the room. It was quite large and had a balcony, a fireplace, many pictures and one or two stuffed animals.

On the table were a parr magazines and on the sofa must have recently seen someone because a small indentation to see was true. Her eyes briefly stopped at the beautifully crafted dresser. She saw the whiseky decanter which completed the picture of the rich millonary.

A cliché or more meaningful?

,, So you think my taste is bad, Michael?" came a cool voice from the hallway and Y/n saw the letter of dismissal coming in. But when she heard another noise and another one, she dared to look at her boss.

Since the sounds of Michael's crutches seemed familiar, ,, I don't believe it. What are you doing here?" he suddenly blurted out and his cool demeanor seemed to evaporate. ,, I'm Y/n and I'm here to see Loxia's Crown with Michael" she answered and the man with the crutches started to giggle.

Which turned into a loud laugh with a glance at Michael who seemed to be very confused. ,, I knew I should have looked at the reports," he said to himself before sitting down on the couch. ,, Wait, can someone explain to me how you know each other?" Michael interrupted the nameless man and Y/n gradually saw the light. ,, You are...my boss?" she asked and would have preferred to sink into the ground. ,, To answer yours, yes Y/n I am your boss but please call me Milo or if you really want to Loxias" he paused for a moment and looked at Michael, the corners of his mouth going up again.

He cleared his throat playfully and looked at him apologetically. ,, Sorry, I saved her from a falling Bag of coffee " he admitted with a smile and Y/n felt ashamed, Not because it was her boss no, when I said it, it didn't even sound heroic.

A bag of coffee. ,, We talked for a while and then went our separate ways and now we're here," he finished his explanation, looking back and forth between the two. Y/n's eyes kept lingering on the robe he was wearing, which hung slightly too loosely on his body. It probably cost more than their rent for a year anyway.

Michael looked visibly confused, but seemed to slowly grasp it somehow. ,,Another topic, what are you both here for?" Milo changed the subject and his eyes showed an interested look. ,, There is a cure, Milo, we found it last night," Michael said freely, Milo's mind drained of all emotion before he moved a little closer. ,, Is it ready, can I take it?" came hastily from his lips and his fingers clasped a pillow. ,, No, it has to be tested on... me first and that's where you come in". ,, I understand that research must be financed. It's morally wrong and maybe deadly.

How much do you need, I'll give you everything". The matter seemed to be finished for Milo and Y/n couldn't believe how quickly the two of them had settled it. ,,Thank you, I appreciate it".

,, Say thank you only when the cure is ready" he agreed differently and Milo leaned against the sofa. Silence fell between the three of them, even if the two men seemed satisfied with the short talk. ,, Do you really think my interior is ugly?" Milo suddenly muttered, closing his eyes, and the two men burst into a short laugh. " You also seem to be connected to something," Y/n thought as she watched them. Took itself however before this question wan other times to answer.

They spent time at Milo's house until early afternoon before both she and Michael had to return. ,, I'll send you everything else then," Michael said to his longest friend and brother. ,, I hope to see you more often and in a situation where I don't have to save you again," he called after Y/n and Michael, who both shook their heads with a smile. ,, That was quicker than I thought," she heard Michael say in the limo and she agreed with him. They decided to go straight to the hospital instead of dropping Y/n off, it would be easier for both of them.

When the limo stopped, Y/n was about to rush out and help Michael when she felt his cold touching hand on hers. He gently stopped her from opening the door. ,, Y/n, I wanted to ask you something," he started and the symphony began. Her heart beat fast and she felt slightly warm.

They suddenly seemed so close. She knew it was something important, Michael always knew what he wanted and should say. But now he even seemed embarrassed if not nervous, even if she could say that about herself. ,, If your shift is over today, do you want to go out to dinner with me tonight?" he finally asked and it took all of Y/n's effort not to start screaming. ,, Yes, I'd love to," she answered and a smile formed on her lips. She felt her heart beating fast with joy and excitement.

Michael detached himself from her, but gave her a slight smile. Before he allowed her to get out and their eyes met again. ,, I'll pick you up around nine o'clock" he asked and Y/n answered in the affirmative. Then silence reigned and as if on cue, both their devices beeped due to a patient or incident. ,, I should go now. I'm sure we'll see each other again," she said hastily before Y/n went into the building almost in a hurry and made a small sound of joy.

Michael Morbius is going to eat with you your crush your love is going to eat with you she heard her own excited voice while changing and couldn't get the grin off her face.

Only when her eyes fell on the file of Michael's report did it go out slightly. There is a cure, he won't die, her own voice said, and she prayed that it would work if they did their Illeagle action. She closed the closet and grabbed a few more things before starting her shift. Always with a smile as soon as she thought about going to dinner with Michael Morbius.

[slutsofren]

oooh i’m not sure if this has been asked yet but directors cut on why you chose hebrew as the language for the book? and how will that tie in to the story, did the humans in reader’s world once come in contact with ancient fae of some sort?

AH THIS IS SUCH A GREAT QUESTION and one that has a very intricate answer so please just stick with me on this, just-

hold on let me get my whiteboard out!!

okay SO-

when i initially read acotar i read amren and her WHOLE VIBE as being an angel. like full stop, "be not afraid" biblically accurate angel. beautiful and terrifying and to be revered. i am what i jokingly refer to as a "recovering catholic" and went to catholic school. i was aggressively indoctrinated to our catholic church so when i read amren speaking of twin cities that burned i single-mindedly only read it as Sodom and Gomorrah* which further solidified my theory. is it true? idk. is it how sjm wanted her to be read? idk. it's just how i personally read her character.

* = as for Sodom and Gomorrah, for those who are unfamiliar with it- a very very very simple way to understand the verse was that they were twin cities that were punished by god for their sins and god destroyed them from existence for their apparent wickedness against his plans for humanity and nature. there's a lot of external context im leaving out but intrinsically that is the gist.

now i haven't read crescent city and i read throne of glass YEARS ago once so my memories of the series is fuzzy but i've heard that CC does go a bit deeper into abrahamic religious imagery throughout the two books. [spoilers for CC] with that being said i know of the crossing over sjm is aiming for with the tie-ins at the end of CC2 and i did read that snippet so after that came out it really did kind of help push this specific idea that i had of world jumping souls and whatnot.

so with me reading amren as an angel who was trapped into a fae body i felt that the book of breathings had to be hebrew. it felt right for my interpretation of amren and for her and reader to have that thread of connection of being from the same world, only thousands of years apart. i felt that if reader was at least culturally knowledgeable enough to recognize the stylized lettering of hebrew and recognize it enough to know it was a Semitic language, amren would 100% throw her entire being into readers corner. she trusts reader enough to know she is telling the truth but i see amren as being just that much self-serving that she was never going to justify doing whatever reader asked of her without question, but seeing the book, seeing reader recognize the language that (from amren's perspective) only amren knew, she saw you the reader for the first time and finally thought- this is it, this is where i am going to get answers.

as for the bigger picture, reader was not the first world-jumper ever. in fact reader is only a number of a multitude and suriel has alluded to knowing about the situation prior. the only difference is that this is the first time that a world jumper has came with the knowledge and foresight of reading acotar (lol 🤪) and was prepared enough to survive the specific narrative that was before them as feyre. almost like a how-to guide of what not to do right? lol. i have future chapters outlined enough that i know how i want to tell this story and where i want to deviate away from sjms storytelling and insert a narrative that includes world-jumpers who are not inherently good or even morally-grey. that there are world-jumpers who want to see the world bow down to their whims and destroy.

but now im just getting spoilery lmfao

as for humans from OUR world going to prythian, like i mention, reader was not the first to body swap with some one for whatever reason. historically in the high lady of cunning, i would like to imagine that it has been happening for generations and those who have tried to explain their situation have either been silenced one way or another or, more likely, decided to keep silent and try to survive. but even if all of those were potential possibilities, how many of those world-jumpers were fae? or even something stronger, far more ancient like a minor god of this world? along the line i believe a few fae from one court or another gathered together in secret and created the book of breathings as a failsafe, in a language only they could understand and read.

whether or not any of what i mentioned above actually make it into the fic is to be seen because like i said, i have a very solid outline for the future of the high lady. regardless, i hope i answered your question and gave you insight to where my mind is!! i love this funny lil horny fic and i will ALWAYS want to talk about it and behind the scenes stuff so if ya got any more deep dive questions, just shoot 'em in the inbox!!

thank you so so sooo much for your ask!! 🤲🤍🌹

sending you love anon muah!!

[sternrakestudio]

Are You Alone?

I've written several posts, I call "Passing Encounters," on Deviant Art. They're short memoirs of when I've been hit on by women in the most over-the-top way.

Below is my first entry:

One of the biggest lies my toxic, alcoholic first ex-wife told me was that I was lucky to be with her. No other woman would have me, or be attracted to me, she said. This deception came to a crashing end due to a chance encounter with a beautiful brunette.

I was stationed at an airbase on the west coast, serving as an aircraft maintenance technician. My first wife had a job with the local news agency, operating studio cameras and other devices. We only had one car at the time, that she mostly drove.

One night, I got lucky and managed to wrestle control of the car from her, but only after arguing with her for most of the day.

In return, I had to pick her up when she got off her night shift. Being late would be an excuse to resume our earlier argument. I set out early, but most places in town were closing down. So there was only one place nearby I was willing hang out: The town’s p*rn theater. (Back in the early 1980’s, video tapes were still new, and cellphones were only seen on episodes of Star Trek).

Since I didn’t plan on going anywhere fancy, I was dressed in my sloppy home clothes; rumpled T-shirt, and frayed blue jeans.

But when I stepped in to the theater’s lobby, I spotted the woman pictured below, and a guy who looked like a male p*rn star from the 70s. (Lots of body hair and a big mustache). The skirt was a bit longer, while her blouse was considerably looser. (The form of her attire are deliberate fabrications on my part, but I forgot to tell the AI she had small breasts and a trim figure). She looked like the stereotype image of a librarian or school teacher.

I thought, “What’s a woman like her doing in a place like this?” And I was immediately self-conscious of my slovenly appearance.

I sat down near the back row, and this couple entered shortly afterwards, sitting several seats away to the right of me. I can’t remember what movie was playing, because I was more interested in the real woman attending the show.

When the movie ended, she beckoned me to sit next to her.

As I sat down, she asked, “Are you alone?”

I responded, “For the moment, yes.”

She grabbed my right wrist and asked me, “Would you like to party with me, while my husband watches?”

As she propositioned me, she brought my hand under her skirt so I can feel her legs, encased in a pair of thigh-high stockings and supported by a garter belt. After feeling the tuft of her pubic hair, she brought my hand out and slipped it into her low-buttoned blouse so I could caress her soft breasts and hard nipples.

Meanwhile, her husband was leaning forward wearing a big grin of approval.

After a minute or so, I sighed in exasperation. I was almost willing to take my chances with this Naughty Librarian, even if it meant being watched by Mr. P*rnstar. (Or deal with some other dire consequences). Instead, I thanked her for her offer, but explained I had to go and couldn’t spend any time with her.

She sighed in return and said, “Oh, that’s too, bad. I was looking forward to someone spending the entire night with me.”

Well, as much as I was aroused by the idea, on this particular night, her party plan wasn’t going to involve me.

I’ve seen enough p*rn to be excited by the idea of a threesome. However, I needed to steer clear of this “opportunity” for the time being.

It’s not that I had any moral qualms at the time. My marriage was on a definite glide path to Marital Hell , so I felt no sense of loyalty.

However, despite the temptation, I walked away because:

I had to pick up my wife in less than 15 minutes.

And I couldn’t think of a lie big enough that would explain my absence for an entire evening. Not to mention, leaving her high-and-dry at work. (My ex knew my schedule down to the minute).

Much later, I realized this encounter could have been what spies call a “honey trap.” Luring gullible men (like me at the time) to their doom.

But in the end, I avoided both a sketchy situation, and an all out war with my wife, which I wasn’t prepared wage yet.

So I’m happy the way this encounter turned out.

Ultimately, I’m left with a fond memory of "Theater Girl.”

[19thsentry-blog]

ML Fanworks

An archive my Miraculous Ladybug fanfics, because 1) I like pretty things, 2) I'm just That Kinda Guy, 3) "it is always morally correct to bump your own content", and 4) one post is easier to keep track of than 63894.

Caught (AO3 Link)

Rated M | Complete: Oneshot | 13K Words

Prominent Ships: FeLuka (Endgame), Lukanette (Friendship)

*S5 Emotion Spoilers*

Luka grins widely, hand catching a street pole just to swing around it. Satisfaction blooms in his chest when Félix stops to appraise him with a raised eyebrow and a sly smile. Luka reaches out with his other hand, tapping a finger on the hard cover wrapped in leather and stamped with gold leaf. "Sure does have a much prettier cover."

Félix lifts it a bit higher, nearer to his shoulder. "And deadly--don't forget," he says with half-predatory delight, almost like a threat.

A teasing threat, Luka hopes, one meant to elicit his carefree laugh rather than something very real--something that might beat him over the head if he doesn’t move out of the way fast enough.

The Pirate Queen's Son (AO3 Link)

Rated M | Ongoing: Latest Chapter | 8.6K Words

Prominent Ships: FeLuka (Endgame)

Félix doesn't need to further clarify which one she's referencing. Of course it's him, the one dressed in a black leather jacket accented with dark scales, the snake bravely emblazoned on the back (the cherry on top of what had given Luka away). Cerulean eyes hiding behind dark azure hair scan the crowd as he leaves the stage, inspecting everything and seeing nothing. He's in a world of his own.

Luka Couffaine, son of the Pirate Queen and the most trusted of her secret band of criminals, is the one person with a Miraculous that might stop Félix from getting what he wants. None of the rest are as clever, as vexing, as the man disappearing out of sight.

See This Chance (AO3 Link)

Rated G | Complete | 4K Words

Prominent Ships: FeLuka (Endgame)

Luka died in 2016. Yep. Crushed by the Arc de Triumph when Mayura’s Robustus slammed into it. It was kind of a big deal, but once you’re dead, you’re dead—especially when there’s no Lucky Charm to bring you back.

Luka’s been dealing with it in the typical ways.

Sunset Palette (AO3 Link)

Rated G | Complete: Oneshot | 5K Words

Prominent Ships: FeLuka (Endgame)

Félix straightened, denying Luka any further honest investigation with the guile of a charismatic banker. "A trade," he said, "if you are truly looking to get the Miraculous back, it's one you'll take me up on." He lifted his hand from the tabletop, frowning at the sawdust and grime that returned while he tried to rub it away between his fingers. Félix looked up at him after, still framed by that picture window and blindingly bright golden butterscotch leaves, one eyebrow arched. "An identity for a jewel."

In The Shadows (AO3 Link)

Rated T | Complete: Boomer!Luka Series | 120K Words

Prominent Ships: Lukanette (Endgame, fluffy), FeLuka (Not endgame in this work, one-sided and angsty)

It starts sweet. Blue eyes draw me in like a siren’s call, soft lips speak my name and it sounds like there’s a ring to it even when my lungs are burning and I’m left drowning. There’s a song in your body, it moves like shadows and sunlight, Eros and Apollo laboring in tandem for one holy purpose, to mold your body and soul and make it soft and hard in all the right places, till I’m left gasping for you.

World's Not Our Own (AO3 Link)

Rated T | Complete: Boomer!Luka Series | 88K Words

Prominent Ships: FeLuka (Not endgame, moving toward friendship, still one-sided and angsty), Luka & Alix (Friendship), Lukanette (Endgame, fluffy)

It is now, standing in the pit made from the maw of the monster in his arms, that he can finally accept what has been happening to him these past few months without hating it. It is much like twilight, something that should signify an end, but for whatever reason, feels more like acceptance and rebirth than dawn ever did. He is changing, growing, expanding beyond his limits, and every minute is a new picture, all of his contradictions spilling out next to each other, shifting across the sky like one might mix paint. The same night never comes twice, and when he looks up, he sees thousands of stars, all the light from all the suns that feel like eyes in the sky, watching him to see what he'll do. 

New Beat (AO3 Link)

Rated T | Complete: Boomer!Luka Series | 42K Words

Prominent Ships: Adrinette (Friendship), Aligami (Friendship/It's Complicated But Delicious), Adrien & OC (Friendship/Eventual Pairing)

Marinette sat beside him on the rooftop, staring out into the night sky. He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing at all. Marinette was the first to speak. 

"I guess I never really knew you," she said softly, staring at her hands curled in her lap. 

Those words were the ones that cut him the most. How many times had he wanted her to know exactly who he was? To see the real him, the one beneath the surface? But Ladybug had never loved Chat Noir. She had loved Adrien, the façade he put on. "No," he said, no malice in his voice, "I guess not."

The Way I Love You (AO3 Link)

Rated T | Complete: Boomer!Luka Series | 3K Words

Prominent Ships: FeLuka

Because Luka is a friend. No. He truly is a friend. He has to be. The alternative is that Luka is nothing to him, and Félix can't bear that. He'll take this instead. However he can belong to Luka, he'll take it—Félix is horrifically selfish and knows it; he's a ball of contradictions wound so tightly together they all run into each other, where want and need and fear and loathing and longing all mingle at home in his head and heart, and Luka simply…holds out his hands. Accepts it.

The Night We Met (AO3 Link)

Rated M | Complete: Boomer!Luka Series | 15K Words

Prominent Ships: FeLuka (Endgame), Luka & Alix (Friendship)

Félix was still a Pandora's box of contradictions.

"I haven't forgotten," Luka said, tilting his head to fruitlessly try to steal back Félix's eyes, to draw them back to his face. It didn't work, but he kept talking anyway. "What you asked me--the night we fought."

It had been impossible to forget, because the question had constantly hunted him, always looming in the back of Luka's mind. He could have recited it by heart, but by the deliberately blank stare on Félix's face and the way he clenched his fists, he knew Félix remembered too.

Anarka, Meet Jagged (AO3 Link)

Rated M | Complete: Oneshot | 1K Words

Prominent Ships: Anarka/Jagged (We all know how that ended up)

"I mean, there's always the Raincomprix kid, right?" Fester's feet were straight in the air, resting against the back of the ratty ass couch in his garage; his mohawk grazed the concrete from where his head was hung off the seat. He had a jar of imported cheese puffs in hand, shoveling them in his mouth with big handfuls, and a couple fell out between his fingers and rolled underneath the drum set that they had somehow managed to make fit around Fester's dad's golf kit and tool chests.

Anarka stared at him, mouth agape. "…Are you fucking kidding me?"

Patient (AO3 Link)

Rated G | Complete: Oneshot | 2K Words

Prominent Ships: Lukanette

"I'm sorry I wasn't there," Ladybug said softly. She'd pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on her forearms. The reminders of her failure to Paris were everywhere she looked; rubble on the sides of the roads, knocked-over buildings, and, more importantly—the people who had gotten hurt in the crossfire. Seeing it when she got back had hit her like a ton of bricks. Finding out that Luka was one of the people that had been hurt? That had hit her worse.