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ateez and their favorite sex positions + explained
yunho, jongho: reverse cowgirl - ok hear me out, imagine yunho guiding the movements of your ass with his huge hand as you bounce on his dick while you look back over your shoulders to watch his expressions. he thinks its so hot to watch you performing on top of him that you almost can see the sparkles on his eyes. he usually let you ride him like this when he knows you had a long ass day at work or college or both and you need to take the stress out of you, so he offers his dick for you to do whatever you want because he just wanna make you feel good. on the other side… jongho also LOVES this position since he can watch your curves. his favorite body part on you is your thighs and the tattoos on it so every time he has the chance to see them bouncing on his cock he’ll take it. he’ll just relax his head on his hands and bite his lips while enjoying his girl. and you also love his thick thighs so you two are even. phew… he’s so fucking hot.
yeosang, mingi: you on top - yeosang loves leaving love bites on your neck and squeezing your waist while you ride him. out of all the girls he has dated in his life you’re definitely the only one who knows how to ride him RIGHT. because let’s be honest, my man’s got a big dick and you can take 100% of him and that’s one of the numerous reasons he fell in love with you at the first place. you kinda got the sauce. he also loves to feel your sweet vanilla cherry scent, he thinks is very sexy, so be careful because sometimes he can get drunk of you! he just place his face in the crook of your neck as you ride him and closes his eyes and stays there guiding your hips, like yunho, but in this case by the waist. okay and mingi… well, mingi is something else. he completely loves sucking on your nipples when you’re on top of him, hands on your ass spanking every now and then to remind you he’s the only one in the world who can bottom you out like that. he kinda asserts some dominance without even noticing and you can’t help it but call out his name every time you go up and down his dick. also, has a huge size kink.
san: BACKSHOTS - 6 words. on the way by jhené aiko. this song is SO choi san coded, every time i hear that “booty clapping from the backshots while we watch porn on the laptop” verse san’s the first person that comes to my mind. we all know he loves a big thick curvy ass that he can spank whenever he pleases. also “inhale the smoke while you stroke inside it” makes me literally malfunction since my biggest guilty pleasure is san getting high and passing the blunt to you while he breaks your back. if i could dedicate one song to one man it would be on the way to san because oh my god i could spend hours talking about this topic but imma stop before i pass out.
seonghwa: face off - we all know seonghwa’s the romantic type… but also the freak type. he likes it when you two are seated at the end of the bed or on the couch or even on the kitchen chair and have you like this, on top of him, facing him. as i said, when you’re fucking in the kitchen, for example, he usually put his elbow on the table behind him and expect you to ride his dick but sometimes it can get a little bit hard for you to keep a steady pace in this position so he loses his patience and quickly switch positions. you’re now laying on the kitchen counter. we also know he’s a worshipper, so he’ll make you feel so loved in his arms even tho he’s fucking the soul out of you. well, love and affection is something you’ll always receive when it comes to having a relationship with seonghwa whether is fwb, a date, a one night stand or a marriage… but he’ll also fuck you HARD and when i say hard i MEAN IT because we’re talking about a fucking aries here and as an aries myself i know exactly what goes on on his mind when it comes to sex.
hongjoong: missionary - still talking about zodiac signs, for those who don’t know, hongjoong’s a scorpio and girl let me tell you about scorpios… ma’am they are another type of freak, like, they literally invented freak, to me they are sex gods. and even tho this is a common sex position doesn’t mean hongjoong will make it ordinary. he’s very possessive so he wants to make sure that you know you’re HIS and his only and he does that by pinning both of your wrists with one hand while he chokes your neck with the other. sex with him is always pleasurable, he’ll satisfy you 200% of the time, overwhelm you even. but you can’t never get enough of him. also, he likes to hear it when you say that your pussy is his for him to please and your body is his for him to touch and that you belong to him. his moto is saying that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you because he couldn’t stand the thought of somebody else touching your body. i love hongjoong so much.
wooyoung: spoon - OK… i see wooyoung fucking you in a spoon position and it can be any type, with your leg up, down, kissing your neck, grabbing your breasts, chocking you, biting your lobe teasing you, but as long as it is in a spoon position. ooooh he loves the way you bite your bottom lip and do that crying expression with your eyebrows when you tell him to slow down and he just gives you a sassy smirk and says nothing but starts fucking you ROUGHER. you can barely open your eyes to look at his hungry eyes looking back at you because it’s rolling with pleasure. all you can do is whine and not even when he cums he’ll stop, he likes overstimulating you AND him.
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okayy but miguel with a black cat! reader….she js likes pushing his buttons and flirting with with him and literally does anything and everything to get a reaction out of him…aaannd if it was anyone else who tried joking around with miguel he would claw their face off 0_0
A/N: Oooh that would be interesting~. I’m gonna just write a Headcanon for now, but I will definitely write a one shot later on. I also didn’t know if you meant in personality only or if she’s his dimensions Black Cat (the antihero/villain) so I just wrote her as a Spiderperson with a black cat personality.
Miguel with a Black Cat Reader🐈⬛
So I’m gonna head canon that Miguel’s own personality is more of a mixture of a black cat and protective Doberman.
When he isn’t stressed out about keeping the spider-verse together and not on the very of a aneurism, he can actually be a flirting bastard as well, so don’t expect to flirt with him and get nothing in return.
But that side of him comes out like 20% or the time since…ya know, ya boy is stressed.
So when they are in front of other people, Miguel would be annoyed with the snide remarks you would make to try and ruffle his feathers, but he wouldn’t yell at you unless it’s a particularly in appropriate time to make him riled up.
The flirting would probably fair a little better as Miguel will try to act annoyed with your lingering caresses and the way your voice seem to purr at him. But, depending on your relationship, he would react in different ways.
If you were just a colleague, he would brush you off and snap at you for being so dishonorable for a spider-person.
If you were his friend, he would roll his eyes and probably throw a snide remark about you needed to get back to work. He’ll secretly find it amusing and might throw a remark back on good days.
If you are his crush or s/o, he would act the same way in public, his eyes constantly rolling as he acts annoyed with you. But a little tinge of a blush will appear if you purr out particular nicknames or remind him of certain private moments between you too.
Sometimes he’ll surprise you on particularly good days and tease you back. He knows he’s good looking and uses it as a weapon to get you flustered.
“What’s a matter, bonito gato?” He whispers as his mischievous eyes shine down at you. Your back shivers as his large forearm rest inches above your head, his burgundy eyes shining red from the monitors next to you as he traps you in. His chest acting as a barrier from your escape as his hand cups your jaw. “Keep your eyes on me when I’m talking to you, Cariño.”
If he catches you giving this treatment to some of the other spidermen, expect one of two reactions.
1) He’s gonna give you the silent treatment for the rest of the day and finally snap at you when he feels particularly annoyed by it. It’s not that he wants to yell, but the memory of someone else touching and flirting with his little spider causes him to think he’s losing the only person he has.
After an argument, he’ll calm down and apologize. Depending on how long y’all have been together, he will open up about some of his insecurities and fears of losing you.
2) He’s gonna give you the silent treatment the rest of the day until you two can get somewhere more private. He’s gonna remind you why he’s YOUR spiderman~ 😘
If anyone else tried to flirt with him or ruffle his feathers like you do, may God help their souls because Miguel ain’t having it.
He’s fiercely loyal, so if you guys are in a relationship and this happens, he’s gonna get mad and snap at them for being a disrespectful friend to you (because let’s be real, 90% of the Spider Society are friends because majority of them are Peter Parker Variants) and will probably threaten them with either losing their spot in the society. Or if they being particularly pushy, he’ll let his talons do the threatening.
He can also just open a portal and send them out of there is he finds them annoying.
He only really lets Jessica and Peter B mess with him because it’s more like they are messing with him about his reactions to you. Peter B definitely caught Miguel’s blushing face in a couple of pics of Mayday with you over his shoulder whispering in his ear.
I believe the nickname you would have would be either “Kitty” or “Bonito Gato” because your skill set maybe more reminiscent of Black Cat (the villain) and because Miguel says you are just as annoying as a cat. He still loves you though.💕
A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I always love when you guys message me and please feel free to send more! 🤍💕
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The Dragon's Mistress (15.2)
15.2. The End of the Beginning
MASTERLIST
Summary: Some things unravel, other issues find this ties
Warnings: cursing, mentions of war, mentions of death, humiliation, use of the word bastard and traitor, incest, death, mentions of blood, death of a monarch, might miss some warnings, you know what this it
+18, MINORS DNI
Wordcount: 2.8k
Notes: muahahaha this is it people! I didn’t even realize I was so close to the end until this! a final chapter! then a good epilogue. THIS WAS IT
“It was a dangerous move”, he warned
“But it worked”, said Corlys, “he is letting her go”
“You poisoned her”, he continued
“She was never in real danger, a little nose bleeding, a day of unconsciousness”, he said, “If I wanted to truly hurt her, I would have used some common poison, and not take months to find the proper one, to give her a good scare”, he murmured, looking into the flames, “I would never hurt her, or the baby within her”
“When are we leaving?”, he asked then
“First thing tomorrow”, he continued, “and you are coming with us”, Steffon smiled, relieved, “but then, I will return, after I make sure she is safely within out allies and friends, this isn’t over, this had only just begun”, Steffon smiled, knowingly, he then teached with his hands and the guard received the items he gave him, “you know what to do with these before we leave”, Seteffon nodded, “oh, one more thing…”
“Yes?”
“Do we still have supporters in Harrenhal?”, he asked with a hint of a smile, almost knowing the answer
“The strongest of our allies reside in the Riverlands, they still hold big grudges against Aemond for burning their fields during the war”
“Perfect”, he said simply, “I´m afraid I’ll need them to burn one last thing before we are done”
Aemond was a complicated man
From the very beginning he tried to keep up to his word, since he was a young boy the thing that mattered to him the most was his honor, especially after witnessing his brother lose it so quickly in wine and whores.
He trained with the sword, he assisted to all his Valyrian lessons until he was fluent in the language of his ancient house, he took classes and read all volumes of history and philosophy in the greatest Library of the realm, the one in the Red Keep
He was a devoted son, and brother, and Prince, never arguing with his grandfather or mother, always doing what he was told
He rode the biggest dragon in the world
He was the perfect prince, a gentleman
Until, she was denied of him
When Queen Alicent had refused Princess Rhaenyra’s proposal of betrothed Helaena with Jacaerys, he thought…
Now is my turn
To take my sweet niece to wife, and put a solution to all the problems of the realm and within the family
He was the one to do it
He wanted to, his niece was the perfect Princess, well versed in history and poetry, rider of a fearsome dragon, and a beauty without comparison.
She was his retribution for everything, the price he had won with his efforts
But he was denied of that too, his brothers took his eye, humiliated him, and Rhaenyra took her from him
He could never forgive her
She, the perfect princess, was going to do what was told, and she was betrothed to Lord Cregan Stark
No, you belonged with him
You were the only thing he has ever wanted, and the Kingdoms knew it when he burned the Riverlands and entire armies, only to get to you.
And he finally had you
But like they say…
... But some little birds cannot be caged, their souls begin to wither and suddenly they no longer want to sing ...
He wanted you, but you did not wanted him
He thought he could live with it, he had enough love for the both of you, he had enough desire, enough power, to keep you by his side.
But he didn’t
If you didn’t love him back, it didn’t matter what he did, he believed, you were his and that was enough
But it doesn’t work that way.
Now he had a lump in his throat as he saw the servants and guards put all your things in coffers
He had yielded
He was sending you away
He still didn’t understand why you didn’t love him back, as you tried to hide your happiness, but couldn’t
You were happy to leave him
This is what you wanted all along
So he found himself desperate again
He grabbed you in his arms, kissed all over your face, and whispered in your ear
“I will not stop until I find who did this to you”, he whispered, “when I do, I will bring you back to me”, you took too long to answer, concocting a lie in your pretty head, he could see the wheels turning
“I hope so, my King”, you said faintly
“And when you return, there is only going to be you, no other, no other Queen”, he said, to see your reactions
“I will not wish for you to harm anyone”, you warned, oh, you, always so concerned
For when Floris expelled the babe from her belly… her days were numbered
He was losing you, he didn’t like that.
He never realized he never had you in the first place
He would never admit it, but a tiny tear escaped his eye when he saw your ship sail away. Thankfully no one saw him, as a loud roar was heard front he skies and suddenly the entire harbor was overcome by a huge shadow, Aemond looked up to see your ever faithful dragon flying above your ship, following his rider home.
His face twisted in rage because he had commanded your dragon to be chained to the pit, clearly, the people he had sent had no luck containing the beast, apparently.
Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor
A Dragon is not a slave
Aemond turned around to see Floris, cradling her belly
He was weak a couple of times, and that was the result, he thought bitterly. They lends him a hand, he played it, he played it wrong
But he did not have any time to worry, to cry for your loss, to punch the walls in anger for what others in the dark where still making him do.
A week after your departure…
Aegon died
He exhaled his last breath in a heave of puss and blood, and that is how the man that what going to be known as “Aegon the Usurper” was gone from this earth, taken by the stranger.
He detested his brother, that was no secret, but there was a day he didn’t.
Some years ago, Aegon was only his brother, his oldest brother, a bit drunk, and a whore, but he was only his brother, and that is when Aemond loved him, he had helped him usurp his sister, because he loved him, and his sister and his family, and he thought that was the way to keep everyone safe
Perhaps he had been wrong
But Aemond didn’t have the strength, nor the luxury of thinking about that, he didn’t dare.
It was what it was
His mother, Alicent, cried silently as the silent sister worked on Aegon’s body, covered his sick and twisted body with gauze and so many oils and ointments to try and cover the stench, finally, they placed the crown of the conqueror over his covered body.
He had not been the King in a while now, so the ceremony was short, but dignified thanks to his mother, but as like Viserys before him, nobody really payed attention to the burial, but rather, his own coronation
He had been acting like prince regent for a while now, but no matter, the ceremony was great, held in the throne room, instead of the Dragon Pit like Aegon’s had been, other lords of all over the Kingdoms had not been invited, they were only notified of the death of Aegon, and the coronation of Aemond.
Aegon had died, now, he was King, and you were not by his side when Criston placed the crown over his head, he looked around the room, looking for you, expecting to see you there smiling shyly, but he couldn’t find you anywhere, he could finally crown you Queen of the Seven Kingdoms in all your right
But you were not there
The day
The most important day of his life, and you were nowhere to be found.
He wanted to cry
He wanted to throw himself into his bed and weep
Only Floris was there, standing by the last step of the Throne, looking up at him triumphantly
He wanted to throw up
But he couldn’t show it, for everybody in that room, for all those lickspitters and flatterers, they had won, it was him. Aemond, the right choice, the right brother
The one that studied history and philosophy, the one that trained with the sword, the one that rode the largest dragon in the world
The one who had wed two Queens, that now were with his children in her bellies, the one that worn the conqueror’s crown and held the conqueror’s sword
All the symbols of…
For fucks sake
His grandfather would have been proud
That is what everyone in that room saw, the perfect King
That is who everyone greeted at the banquet afterwards, to the King, the Baratheon Queen, and his mother, the loved Dowager Queen Mother, Alicent Hightower
The court seemed at peace
But it seemed like the peace before the storm
As the feast was raging on, Corlys Velaryon entered the room with the remains of his family, nephews and far off cousins, but impressive nonetheless
He barely nodded to the new anointed monarch, and sat close beside him, at the side of Floris
“You must be pleased to know, your grace, that your Queen is safe, at the palace we discussed”, he said triumphantly, knowingly souring the mood of everyone at the table, “she send her bests, and wishes to be present in this joyous occasion, sadly that cannot be”
“I agree Lord Corlys, soon, it shall all be well again, and I can have my Queen back at my side”, Corlys smiled, and raised his cup at the King, which he answered back, at the scowl of the Queen, and the frown of Floris
Aemond smiled, more confidently now, he was King now
Now, he was settled in power, with two heirs on the way, he was settling on the charge, he had vanquished one of his most powerful enemies while on power, he had won the war
His chest filled with the sense of victory
One step closer
One more, just one more
One enemy left to be slain, and it was going to be fine
All of it, was going to be worth it
He was King now
A real King, anointed by the faith, cherished by the people, supported by half of the great families and at least three of the seven Kingdoms
It could be better.
But it didn’t
Days went by and nothing did.
One day, a very respected member of his kingsguard entered his chambers, he looked nervous
“Your grace, following your instructions, I found something in Queen Floris’ chambers”, he said shakily, he knew how much was at stake, specially if he was wrong
Aemond only looked at him severely
Corlys was sewing scorn, resentment and mistrust in court, and he was not going to stop, until they ripped each other apart
“Queen Floris poisoned our beloved Queen, but she couldn’t do it alone, the question is, why your master of whispers didn’t know it?”, he asked the King as he had called upon him for advice on what to do, “she couldn’t have done it alone, my king”
Reader’s POV
You didn't want to believe it, when Aemond told you he was going to send you away, you didn’t want to get your hopes up, you believed you were dreaming.
But it was real
Maids helped you put your things inside coffers, and a sudden happiness filled you
it was true, you were going away
Dragonstone? probably, is the only place that made sense for you
You were begging
But any place could be better than this
You would even go to Casterly fucking rock, instead of this place
Ironic, it should be your home, where your mother was born, where you were born
But it became a prison
You didn't want to believe you were finally going to be free of it until you were walking towards the docks, escorted by the entire Kingsguard and Aemond walking by your side
He was angry
He had promised you that you were going to be the only Queen, soon, and you couldn’t wish for anything but the opposite
This worked
You placed your hand in your belly, he had what he wanted, you could only wish you were expecting a girl and Floris a boy, perhaps then he would leave you alone.
Aemond followed you hand, placing them over yours, as you stopped by when you reached Corlys’ ship at the end of the harbor
“I will send for you soon”, he promised, as he kissed you, you leaned into him, making him believe you would come back
You wouldn’t
ONce you were weak enough to fight this, but not anymore
You were not going to come back, not against your own will.
You grabbed the small hand of your little brother as you helped him aboard the ship
Corlys held you both once the boat left the harbor.
It was funny
From all your Velaryon siblings, you were the one that liked the sea the most, even if your real father was Daemon Targaryen
You found it calming, reassuring, soothing, but it was also something to be weary of, careful, scared of.
The endless sea
“Thank you grandfather”, you whispered, he kissed the top of your head
“I’m here now sweet girl”, he whispered back, “they will pay for everything they have done to us”
There was a time you cursed him, you believed he had betrayed you and your mother, but he didn’t, he needed to get inside, attack from within, he was the Sea Snake, one of the most dangerous men on the seven Kingdoms
And he was on your side
“The sea agrees with you”, he whispered, as with the soft sway of the ship you felt more confident as when you were on mainland
“I got it from you”, you said cheekily, and he smiled warmly
“You are my legacy, history remembers names, not blood”, you only smiled gently
And those words made sense only when you arrived at Dragonstone, where there was two very familiar silvery heads waiting for you
“Baela? Rhaena?”, you called, your half sisters smiling back at you. You ran towards them, as much as you could since you were heavily pregnant
they held you tightly against them
Once the war had started to collect the lives of your grandmother and then your brothers, Corlys had taken them to Driftmark, where they were going to be safe, you never saw them again.
Your stepsisters, your baby brother, your grandfather.
You looked up at the high towers of the huge castle, just in time when your dragon arrived and flied above it and between.
Beautiful
Safe
Your baby kicked inside you and you smiled warmly, he knew he was home too
“You don’t have to worry, little one”, Corlys whispered, “you are home now, I’ll protect you”
But as you approached the castle, you realized it was more… lively, that the last time you saw it, more people, ships on the harbor, banners from houses of the Crownlands, no, it couldn’t be, you recognized from afar the house sigil of the Celtigars
“What is going on?”, you asked
“The Lords are greeting you back home, where you belong, you, your brother, and the princeling”, now Corlys had the winning hand, having all the royal bloodlines under his protection.
When you entered the hall, you were met with all the lords of the Crownlands, everyone bowed when they saw you, smiling brightly at you, you smiled shyly back, as they guided you towards the Dragonstone throne.
Encouraged by Corlys, you took a seat in the throne, something you didn’t even see your mother do.
You gazed at all the lords, who didn’t even look in your direction when you lived inside these walls, when you were the last child of Rhaenyra Targaryen, and they could see how they disappointed you in your face, in the frown in your face.
Many of them started talking, amongst each other, and some towards you, many apologies, a lot of everything
“We failed you once, our sweet Queen”, one man stood above all the others, “ we will not fail you again”, said Lord Celtigar, taking a knee to you, and all the other Lords followed
“To the Queen, and Prince Viserys!”, chanted one, and everyone echoed it
“For our late Queen Rhaenyra!”, chanted another and once again, your mother’s name was being called in the halls of Dragonstone
WELL, BRING ITTTT hahaha
It is going to be a long epilogue...
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IM LATE BUT LIKE WHATEVER i just decided im gonna try and commit to @steddie-week so DAY 1: somebody to love by queen
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when steve and eddie first tell the party about their relationship, a lot of them are a little confused. especially nancy. at first glance, the pair makes no sense at all.
steve is a soft soul that really enjoys basketball. he was a jock in high school, and doesn't really have any higher ambition in life than to make enough money to live and be with his loved ones. his favourite artists are the likes of tears for fears and abba. the hobbies he's most committed to are baking sweet treats and watching reality tv with claudia henderson.
and then there's eddie, who in a lot of ways is the antithesis to that.
he almost exclusively wears dark clothes that look three days away from falling apart, he despises sport. he was an outcast in high school, and even though he barely made it to graduation (a few years later than he should've) he is full to the brim of ideas and big ambitions. he's pretentious about music, hates pop and loves metal music. and he's a nerd.
they don't have much in common, so nancy's surprised they work as friends let alone as a couple. then again, she doesn't know eddie too well past what she's already said.
so her and a lot of the party don't really get it at first. until they're having a party over summer break, and everyone's out in the hopper-byers backyard watching hopper grill burgers for everyone and there's music playing through speakers somewhere.
the younger party members are all excitedly chatting amongst themselves, and the teens are sat leaning back on the grass. eddie and steve aren't cuddling for once, settling for linking pinkies as they lean back on their hands.
the song that was playing ends, and a new song starts. freddie mercury's voice starts singing, and nancy doesn't think she's ever seen steve move so fast in all her years of knowing him.
"can anybody find me somebody to love?"
freddie mercury is barely on the second word of that first line when steve and eddie's heads whip around to be facing each other. twin grins are on their faces, and they've jumped up together by the time the first line's over. steve seems to lose steam as he realises a lot of the party are now looking at them incredulously, and his cheeks suddenly have a red tint to them.
eddie immediately grabs steve's hands and starts dramatically serenading him. if nancy thought eddie was a little dramatic from overhearing mike retelling hellfire club anecdotes, she thinks he's extremely dramatic now she's seen his antics in the flesh.
he's gently swinging his and steve's hands as he encourages steve to dance with him. steve just smiles at his boyfriend, a little shy and a lot fond, but eddie's not put off in the slightest. he keeps gently pulling at steve's hands until steve gives in and starts moving to the music with him.
by the time the first verse is over, steve's almost as into it as eddie is, and nancy has never steve like this.
"i work hard, every day of my life." eddie sings along loudly, and steve sings the other part.
"he works hard." he sings softly with a smile.
his confidence amps up as the song goes on, and his dance moves get more and more ridiculous and less restrained as eddie encourages him and laughs with him as they sing. by the time it gets to the instrumental break, the entire party is watching them with smiles and singing along in some way.
the steve nancy dated would never be caught dead doing something like this, but here current steve is, back to back with eddie as they both dramatically play the air guitar. nancy looks toward robin to see if she's as shocked as she is at this display. but robin is just rolling her eyes, like she sees antics like this on the daily. she shakes her head at something dustin says to her, and then yells at the couple.
"i thought you promised to stop doing this every time this song came on?" she tries to look annoyed as she yells over the song, but fails massively.
steve stops his dramatics for a second, and points at her dramatically.
"you asking us to do that is exactly why i am doing this in front of everyone." he claims, and gets a (subtle, because everyone respects joyce) middle finger in return from robin.
"his pettiness knows no bounds, buckley, you should know this! you can only take so much of the mean girl out of the jock." eddie adds on, and that gets the pair another middle finger.
steve throws his head back as he laughs, and nancy smiles at him. he looks a lot happier than she's seen him in a long time. probably happier than she's ever seen him, actually.
"find me, find me, find me love."
as the last little bit of the song plays out, and steve and eddie dramatically fall on top of robin to dog pile her, nancy decides that maybe steve and eddie do make sense.
even in seemingly polar opposites, there is common ground.
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-> day two
#this got away from me a bit#queen means so much to me on a family gathering level#we have traditions of bohemian rhapsody being the last song we play and everyone has to dance together#so that inspired this#steddie#steddie week#steddieweek2023#steddie ficlet#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#mywriting
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Decadent chapter 2
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Summary: Your first week on the job with Miguel
Pairings: Miguel O'Hara from the film Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse x female reader
Word Count: 3.8k
Warnings/notables: AU story. 18+, cursing, smut, p in v, masturbation, handjob, it gets messy, workplace nonsense, use protection people! a brief moment of throat squeezing. not beta'd we die like everyones uncle ben... mentions of blood. a mention of violence and death
PREVIOUSLY on Decadent...
Squeezing his eyes shut, he shook those thoughts from his head. It was next-level annoying to have super powers at his disposal but still feel like shit half the time.
Blood was the key.
But in sustaining his body, he felt he was losing his soul.
He smelled you coming off the elevator.
New blood.
Fuck, he was hungry. He should have just fed last night. Then he wouldn't be distracted by--
"Miguel, your new assistant is here," LYLA chimed.
Miguel nodded to the hologram figure of his artificially intelligent assistant. "Thank you, Lyla. Send her in."
"I hope you're not attempting to replace me," Lyla voiced. "My capabilities are--"
"Yes, yes, I know," Miguel huffed. "She's not here for that. She's working on her doctorate and needs some practical--"
"Experience. Yes, I'm aware."
"Do not interrupt me," Miguel chided. "Just...send her in."
Miguel was a man who had no trouble getting a date. He didn't hire you for your looks. But damn if you didn't take his breath away as you scurried into his office, dressed to kill.
"Mr. O'Hara," you cheerily intoned, smoothing your sleek suit before extending your hand. "What an honor to meet you in person."
"Pleasure," he smoothly returned, taking your smaller hand in his while minding the retraction of his talons. "I've been anxious to meet you. We have a lot of work to do."
He shouldn't have touched you. Miguel rarely touched anyone unless he needed something specific from them. The blood temptation was too intense, and between talons and fangs and super strength - well it was better to just not bother.
Outside of the bedroom, he was sure he hadn't even hugged or held anyone since his daughter died... Better that way.
So the soft skin of your hand, so confidently extended - the gentle squeeze of your fingers as you smiled up at him beautifully - it made him jerk his hand away abruptly.
His eyes, which you noticed were dark red? in person, roved freely down your figure as if sizing you up, rather than checking you out. As his gaze returned to yours, you wondered how he managed red irises. They had looked light brown on your video call.
"You have excellent taste, but I’m afraid you’re overdressed," he voiced, turning his back to you as if he were busy with 100 other things. "I think you'll find that the work we do lends itself to a lab coat and goggles. I’ll see that you get some."
"Of course, sir," you swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. So much for a first impression. You would just have to impress him with your mind instead.
Hearing you call him sir sent a jolt of desire through his body.
You were a little caught off guard by the pierce of his crimson gaze as he turned back to you - and by the massive span of his broad shoulders. He was far more handsome in person, but you quickly reminded yourself that you were here for his brilliant mind.
"Let’s take a look then, shall we?"
Your first day in the lab completely blew you away. Miguel's intelligence somehow exceeded his good looks, and the two of you fell into an easy rhythm. He admitted to you that he had hired you because of your specific theories on genetic coding an gene splicing.
"I've read all your papers," he admitted, "and studied your coursework, all the way back to high school."
You were floored. You might as well have been an aspiring songwriter hearing that their favorite artist wanted to record their song and sing it as a duet.
What Miguel didn't tell you was that he was looking for someone specific. Someone with your intelligence and specialties, but someone...pure. Someone uncorrupted by mega corporations, or too much success or money. Someone young and eager, whose ideas on genetics lined up with his own. He needed someone to eventually help him get rid of his affliction.
He didn't want to drink blood anymore. He didn't want to be Spider-Man anymore. After all his dark deeds, after losing his little girl - he only wanted to see if he could ever be human again.
Unfortunately...or perhaps fortunately, the mutual attraction between the two of you filled the air with questions for him. He could see the effect he had on you, and he was pretty certain that resisting the softness of your smile, the angles of your face - the curve of your body ... it would be a losing battle for him.
He wanted you.
The two of you didn't last a week.
Longing gazes lingered, hands "accidentally" brushed. Complimenting one another's intelligence finally led to remarks that really weren't quite suited to the workplace.
You weren't an idiot. Suspecting Miguel had likely slept his way through his entire staff, you assumed that giving in to this burning in the center of your chest (and between your legs) would make you a name on a very long list. But you were a modern woman. You could fulfill your desires without it reflecting on the quality of your work. Hopefully Miguel would feel the same.
The tension while working together became unbearable and you really started to believe that relieving that tension would actually help your progress in the lab.
The thing you loved most about being around Miguel was that, inside the lab, he was all business. A reputation for being demanding and condescending aside, he really did treat you like an equal. He listened, he challenged you and he did not flirt or make anything personal. In the lab, there was only the science. You felt free to express your ideas without feeling inferior or objectified.
In his office, however, his desires were quite clear - a little more each day.
"You look stunning today." Your third day.
"Come take a look at this, will you?" Your fourth day. He beckoned you around his desk, prompting you to lean over to peer at the screen he'd been studying. Your side pressed against his thickly muscled arm. Your face was close enough to brush up against his cheek. What you wouldn't give to climb across his lap and sink your fingers into his dark waves.
"I thought I told you not to dress up." Your fifth day. You wore a skirt and explained to him that you could still dress professionally under your lab coat. You liked to dress nicely and, honestly, you wondered how he would react. His scarlet stare fixed itself on your legs the entire day.
"You're so beautiful I can't think straight." Your sixth day. Miguel had thought that he would get your gorgeous legs off his mind by draining a criminal over the weekend. Today he was well fed, but it did nothing to lessen his desire to have you. If you planned to tell him to fuck off, or otherwise reject his advances, he'd rather know sooner rather than later. The tension was killing him.
"How do you think I feel?" You fired back cheekily. "I have a thing for shoulders. And dark hair. And jaw lines."
"I have a thing for legs," he darkly responded, easing out of his office chair and stalking toward you. "Can't stop thinking about how yours would feel wrapped around me."
"Can't stop thinking about how you would feel between mine," you shot back as he rushed forward, scooping you up to do just what he said. Your back hit the wall with a thud as he pulled your shapely legs around his waist, pressing himself against you.
"Best not to tease me like that, hermosa," he growled, pinning you in place with his hips while pushing up your skirt, his thick fingers caressing your thighs.
Hooking your heels into the round shape of his ass, you rolled your hips against him. "I don't tease when I want something this bad."
"Fuck," he gasped out, your delicious body writhing in his arms - your beautiful eyes just begging him to take you. "Better be sure, baby." Even as he asked for permission, he helped you hop down just long enough to yank down your lace panties while you pulled open his pants.
Shoving things out of the way and pulling him free, you let out a little whine at his sheer size. Grasping his hand, you guided his fingers to your center, rubbing your wetness over his knuckles.
"I'm sure," you panted.
"Careful," he chided, swiftly pulling his fingers away. He hadn't exactly explained his retractable talons to you. They wouldn't hurt you as long as he concentrated on keeping them down. But as you stood there, flushed and panting, soaking wet, he wondered if he would be able to keep his concentration in tact.
Frowning, you peered up into his ruby eyes. Didn't he want this?
"Come here," he breathed, lifting you right back up to where you started, but this time, as he pulled your gorgeous legs around his waist, he used one hand to guide his hard length between your wet folds - rubbing himself up and down, just feeling you. Shuddering at how hot and wet you felt on his tip, he somehow managed to control himself just a little longer.
Pushing the tip of his cock over your clit, he felt your wetness mingle with his. He grinned wolfishly as you hissed in pleasure.
"M-Miguel, god, please," you moaned, the sound of it sending desire thundering through his body. Lining his cock up with your center, he pushed inside, all the way in, and stopped.
Your body was suspended there against his office wall, held in place by his hands gripping your thighs and his thick cock shoved up inside you. But he didn't fucking move.
Your hands gripped his muscular arms, attempting to pull yourself forward, or use gravity's advantage to plunge you down - something to feel some friction.
"Wh-what are you--"
"Look at me," he darkly ordered, squeezing your hips to almost a painful point.
You complied, but he still didn't move - his scarlet stare burning you alive as his thick, dark hair tumbled across his forehead carelessly.
"This is how I feel between your legs," he gruffly teased, reminding you of your flirtatious words from several moments ago. "Tell me what it feels like."
God, you felt like an insect caught in a spider's web. If you only knew how apropos that analogy was.
Pressing one strong hand to your lower abdomen, he pushed down firmly. "Tell me," he growled, his playful disposition dissipating.
"Just like I imagined," you panted. "Thick. Hot."
He groaned.
"I feel so full of you, Miguel." You squeezed your inner thighs against his torso, using that leverage to manage a small thrust.
How he was able to hold his shit together was beyond you. He hadn't even fucked up into you yet and you were about to come, mostly clothed, against the wall.
Pushing the hand on your abdomen up over your breast, he squeezed, then moved all the way up to your throat. He didn't apply pressure, but just the thought of it made you moan again.
"Love the sounds you make, hermosa. I'll make it good for you," he darkly whispered, giving your throat the faintest squeeze. "But I'm so bad for you."
Letting out an embarrassing whine, your head thumped back against the wall. He was driving you insane.
"What do you want?" you pleaded, digging your heels into his ass impatiently. "You want me to beg?"
"I just want you to understand," he purred against your cheek, his hot breath making you shiver with want. "I want you to be sure."
No. You weren't going to beg. Not today.
"Then let me down off this wall and I'll show you I understand." You stared right into his glowing eyes, locking your arms behind his neck. If you had to push him down and ride him hard, you would. But you had to have him now.
Apparently, he agreed.
Easing both hands back down to your thighs, he began to fuck you...slowly. You found his sudden switch so tender that you were sure he would kiss you...but he didn't. Instead, he breathed hotly on your ear.
"Wanted this...you...from the first second you walked in that door."
The rate of his deep thrusts quickened slightly - the power of his solid body and thick cock easily bucking you like a doll.
"Gonna try not to hurt you. Want to fuck you so hard," he panted, every jolt of his hips, juust a little deeper, faster.
"Please." Now you were begging. You didn't care. "I want you to. I need you to."
You thought, then, that he would start mercilessly pounding into you, but he didn't. Pulling away from your ear, he gazed down into your eyes, loving the way your lips fell apart as you gasped for air. If only he could kiss you. But his fangs were not retractable and he could really hurt you. No, kissing was something he never, ever did.
Kissing was for lovers and no one could love him. Not the real him - the spider. The monster.
So he buried his face in your neck, pumping just a little faster.
Mistake. Fuck, your blood smelled good. He jerked away quickly, deciding it was better to stare down at you and watch you fall apart, rather than tempt himself with his mouth on your throat.
He was right about working you up slowly, going a little faster and harder with each thrust. He was pretty sure you would be expecting him to hammer you into the wall, but he wasn't a college freshman. He knew how to make your beautiful body fall apart.
The two of you had worked up a delicious pace, bouncing together against the wall, the sound of slapping skin and harsh pants music to his ears.
Just a little more speed, and a slight tweak of his hips to see if he could just find the perfect spot...
"Yes, yes, Miguel, right there. Right there," you gasped, gripping his solid biceps once more as you started to bounce wildly.
"Knew you would look so pretty like this," he growled, pushing the palm of his hand down over your mound. The force of his length inside you combined with the heel of his hand roughly rubbing just where you wanted pressure made you shriek in pleasure.
"Don't stop," you begged, heat flaring up your torso and over your neck, punching gasps and whines from your throat. Buzzing, searing, thrilling pleasure twisted through your body, until a wave of rapture pulled you under like a rip current. Pleasure surged through every part of you, from your fingertips down to your curling toes.
Miguel had expected to work you up and watch you come before he finished, but he wildly underestimated how your tight cunt would feel gripping him as you came. He gushed inside you before he could even think to pull out, groaning at the wet mess the two of you made together.
Pulling out of you suddenly, he turned away and stuffed himself back into his pants, leaving you there - skirt bunched around your hips and the heat of him slipping down your inner thighs.
"Shouldn't have done that," he voiced aloud, reaching down to grab your panties as some sort of weak offering. "We have to be more careful."
You thought he meant the sex. Or perhaps the noise you both made.
But he knew he shouldn't have done that. Not without you knowing the risks of who - what - he really was. His...genetic material was not something to mess around with.
Grabbing your panties out of his hand, you shoved your skirt down, feeling a little foolish. You knew this would just be a bit of fun for him - a quick fuck with new assistant - but you didn't expect to be scolded the moment he finished inside you.
Whatever. At least if felt good.
Seeing he had made you uncomfortable, Miguel reached for your arm. "You can clean up in my private bathroom," he said softly, nodding toward a small door you'd yet to go inside.
Rolling your eyes, you did just that, feeling humiliated. Oh well. You had really put yourself in this position.
As soon as you shut the bathroom door, Miguel sighed, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. He had hoped that giving in to the sexual tension between you would make things easier. It was inevitably going to happen at one point or another anyway. He thought maybe he could just douse the spark you two shared.
Being inside you was gasoline on a flame.
You exited the bathroom a few minutes later, your irritation thinly cloaked under the sheen of professionalism. Without even looking at him, you rattled off a few questions about a hypothesis you'd been thinking through.
If Miguel wanted to be all business, then you would oblige.
You amazed him - how easily you could switch modes from vigorous sex to brilliant hypothesizing. It was just as enticing as your gorgeous legs or beautiful mouth.
He couldn't concentrate - it was the first time you had been all business and he had been distracted. Well, did he want to work or did he want to play? Maybe the two of you should head to the lab to get some real work done.
"What are you staring at, Miguel?" you impatiently huffed.
"You," he quickly and openly answered.
"Why? I thought we 'shouldn't have done this'," you quoted him.
Then he understood.
"Wait, no. Come here," he beckoned you over to his desk, where he was seated.
You hesitantly complied. "What?"
"I'm sorry," he apologized, peering up at you. Reaching for your hand, he pulled you to stand between his legs. "I wanted to do...what we did. I never want to stop doing it," he confessed. "I just...I should have talked to you before I...finished like that."
Ohhh. That's what he meant. Well, fair point.
"You're right," you agreed, raking your fingers through his dark hair. "I guess we got a little carried away."
He rested his forehead on your stomach, pulling you close. "I didn't mean to, I...you felt so good. So fucking good." Pulling back, he gazed up at you hungrily. "You have no idea the things I want to do to you. The things I could do." His strong hands had wandered from your hips around to trace the curve of your ass.
"Even now, I want to...already...again."
Without asking, he roughly turned you around, using his hands to push your skirt up your thighs - again - while pulling you down on his lap. With your back to his chest, he spread your thighs wide, slowly starting to thrust his hardening length against your ass.
"Miguel," you whispered, completely ready to be putty in his hands. So much for getting work done.
He growled in frustration, but you took it as desire. The two things he wanted to do right now were difficult for him - he wanted to kiss your neck and finger you until you came. He needed to show you how good he could make you feel, but he couldn't. Not like that.
If his mouth went anywhere near your neck, especially while he was hard, he wasn't sure he could continue keeping his fangs from piercing your soft skin. Or his talons safely retracted. He was used to the things he couldn't, or shouldn't do to a woman, but you made him want to do exactly those things. Even the thought of laying you across his desk and eating you out was too dangerous - not until you knew more about the creature he was.
Obviously, he found ways around these things from time to time, but there was no way he was going to risk hurting you. If he somehow scared you away...well that was just not an acceptable option. Not professionally, and now he was starting to think he didn't want to lose you on a personal level either.
"I want you to touch yourself," he finally whispered on your ear, "while you bounce on my cock."
All you wanted to do was turn around and kiss him hard and then give him what he demanded. You wanted to ride him until he came inside you again.
But he held you in place.
"Show me," he purred, pulling your panties aside, deviously using one talon to slice them free of your body.
You moaned, thinking he had ripped them.
Rubbing your ass against his erection, you slid two fingers between your folds, making a show of masturbating for him. "I'll show you, Miguel. I'll show you what I do in bed at night when I think of you fucking me."
"Oh fuck," he growled, pushing you over on the desk long enough to shove his pants back down. Reaching for your hips, he gripped you firmly, pushing you down on his cock.
Letting out one of the little whines he already loved to hear so much, you did not do the slow and steady game he had played with you up against the wall.
Obediently, you rubbed firm circles over your clit and started to bounce.
Gasping, Miguel had to restrain himself from shredding the rest of your clothes with his talons. Instead, he worked open the buttons of your blouse and pulled it off your arms before unclasping your bra. Your breasts sprang free, bouncing freely as you worked yourself over his cock, there in his lap. Your fingers returned to your clit, pleasuring yourself.
"Look at you, using me like this," he panted. Hooking his chin over your shoulder, he watched your little show. Sliding his hands up your soft stomach, he fondled your tits, rolling your nipples carefully between his fingers. "Take what you want, baby."
Putting on a show for him made you fucking feral. Gripping the edge of his desk with one hand, you leaned slightly forward, vigorously riding him, and furiously rubbing yourself. It only took you a few more seconds to come on his cock, panting and moaning his name.
Miguel dug his talons into his thigh to keep from joining you - determined to feel you tight and wet around him. He let you finish and felt you go limp in his arms - biting his lip as he stilled his hard length inside you.
Remembering what he had just explained to you, you eased off his cock, shifting over to his bare thigh. He groaned as your wet pussy and slick thighs soaked his leg.
"Let me take care of you," you panted, sliding one arm behind you, up into his dark curls, while the other hand eased over to his hardened shaft. Teasing the tip with your thumb, you felt his breath on your cheek. He hissed when you moved your hand down to his balls, toying with them with your fingertips.
A string of Spanish curses fell on your ear as you dragged your hand up and down, twisting your wrist and rolling your thumb over his tip deliciously.
"Talk to me, Miguel," you softly ordered, halting your motions. You needed some feedback.
"Fuck, don't - don't stop," he husked, his hand joining yours to jerk him off. It took him a little bit longer than the first time, but as his warmth coated your hand, running down your wrist, you realized that working with Miguel could end up being a lot of fun.
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ALL SO BAD: ENG LYRICS
as usual note that i can't tell who's who
this gave me brain damage in every way
ALL
It's all so bad
BADOBARM
I don't know the word for it, I've given up. 6 souls are worth a hundred
We've got to go one step further day by day
CHACO
I can make your hope my future
ARUPEK
That's why I won't stop trying
ALL
X's, O's, whatever, he's an asshole(*)
ALL
Hold on! Drop pain! C'mon
Hold on! Drop pain! C'mon
BADOBARM
It'd be boring to be a good boy
ALL
Can't stop to go my way
Follow me glow my way
ARUPEK
Truth and fate will follow you
ALL
Come with me go my way
We won't you go away
Joy and sorrow are on your hands
So bad
BADOBARM
That being said, I won't let my thoughts be painted in black, give up
ALL
You only live once, No One Is Recallin'
BADOBARM
NOIR
ALL
It's all so bad
TUXAM
Right, that's it. Today's the day of the opening
PIKERO
I'm tired of being a critic, and I'm tired of being a lecturer
HANGYON
Well sorry, we're out of stock on oil
PIKERO HANGYON
We're in the middle of an extraordinary comedy
Good or bad, let it speak for itself
ALL
Hold on! Drop pain! C'mon
Hold on! Drop pain! C'mon
ARUPEK
Till I burn up my ambition
ALL
Do it
PIKERO
Through the mirror, a verse
HANGYON
Reading a text upside down, a verse
TUXAM
Back-to-back, reverse
BADOBARM
The heart is backwards, perverse
CHACO
Can't stop to go my way
TUXAM
Follow me glow my way
HANGYON
Come with me go my way
PIKERO
We won't you go away
BADOBARM
Where have you gone away
ALL
Can't stop to go my way
Follow me glow my way
ARUPEK
Do you see our promises, our memories?
ALL
Come with me go my way
We won't you go away
CHACO
Until the day it gets passed on
ALL
So sad
BADOBARM
I can't lose them, the thoughts dyed in black are no doubt
ALL
You only live once No One Is Recallin'
The upside down noir
ALL
It's all so bad
Upside down
It's all so bad
BADOBARM
Make it NOIR
* TL NOTE: This part confuses me because 自分 is the kanji for "jibun" but they say "temee" in the song which is a very aggressive way to address someone
#THIS WAS A FUCKING PAIN TO TRANSLATE THEY USED SO MUCH OLD KANJI I HATE THEM#HANGYONS LINE IS SO CONFUSING????? WHAT DOES OIL HAVE TO DO WITH THIS#PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I TRANSLATED IT WRONG IM GENUINELY SO CONFUSED#fragaria memories#fragmem#fragaria memories translation#fragaria memories tl#noir bouquet#badobarm#chaco#arupek#tuxam#hangyon#pikero#>> quincy translates
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Channeled Message from Your Soulmate’s Higher Self
(Disclaimer : This is a general reading please only take what resonate. For entertainment purposes only)
🧚🏻♀️ 💕 🍀 🌷 🌸 You are Loved 🌸 🌷 🍀 💕 🧚🏻♀️
Pile 1🌠 “Twin flames”
“I want to acknowledge your mastery of your own emotions. I love that you’ve learned not to control or shame your emotion but accept them for what they are. Your inner strength really shine through and it wasn’t easy so I want to congratulate you on that hard earned achievement, my love. Now your emotion can’t hold you back anymore from taking action. They do not dictate what you can or cannot do because frankly, there is nothing you can’t achieve in this world. You can basically manifest anything.
You are very intuitive and even psychic when we first met and I noticed that about you. I was surprised by how much you were able to pick up on. My feeling particularly because I was not that expressive. You’ve showed me how to balance between true inspired action and just doing things for the sake of doing it. It was hard for me to give something up or abandoned things I’ve started, even when I know it was passed due to do so. Leaving things,letting go of attachment is hard for me. I am the type to keep on reading a book or watching a movie till the end even when I am dead bored of them. There’s no reason for me to continue but there wasn’t a reason for me to leave either. So I’m stuck I guess, I’m very good at getting myself stuck, in the middle, hanging in- between staying or going. But you told me you found that endearing for some reason and gently took my hand and guide me out of my self- imposed prison. You have helped me heal my wound of abandonment, maybe that’s why it was hard to say goodbye to things and leave them, even though they do not serve me anymore.
I admire your sense of adventure, you are the most expressive person I’ve ever met. Even if you don’t know that about yourself. I feel quite a strong kinship with you, like this is not our first rodeo on this earth. Perhaps, we often have more adventures in our dreams, I know I do dreamt of you quite often. I just want to let you know that I love you, I love who are and who you were and who you are trying to become. Every versions of you amazed me cause your true strength alway shines through every time and I will alway recognised your bright essence anywhere.”
Love,
Your Soul Family
Signs: Rose, Lion/big cats, 111, Infinity, Pine trees,Crescent Moon
Love Quotes: "In the end, we all just want someone that chooses us over everyone else under any circumstances."
Song: I See the Light from Tangle
“….And at last I see the light
And it’s like the fog has lifted
And at last I see the light
And it’s like the sky is new
And it’s warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted
All at once everything looks different
Now that I see you
Love Poem verse : Twin flames by @cant-find-my-name
…I recognised negative traits needed
To be discard,
When we met, I think I’ve found myself
The missing piece, part of my soul
Ah, you’re my Twin flames
When I met you I know
We’re one and the same
🧚🏻♀️ 💕 🍀 🌷 🌸 You are Loved 🌸 🌷 🍀 💕 🧚🏻♀️
Pile 2🍄 If Magic Was Real
"I hope you are taking time to fully sit in your emotions and grieve. It is okay to express your emotion, in fact, it is crucial if you need to cry or break down or just lose it emotionally. Give yourself that permission to do so. You might think that it's strong of you to keep it together for the sake of others or yourself. That it is so mature of you to do so but darling, there need to be a balance. You need to heal but you won't be able to heal if you won't let yourself feel all of your sadness. If you need to cry, cry it out I will be here with you. You are not alone in your sorrows. I would like to give this song to you, maybe it would help "Chiquitita by Cher". It seem you have broken a feather but don't worry, we will try to patch it up together.
I want to tell you that a renewal is coming to you. It was a hard chapter that you just experienced and I hate seeing you pretending to be fine. But your sad eyes is not fooling anyone. It is okay to be sad,to be angry, to let it all out ( in a healthy way not in a self destructive way please). I admired you for holding it together for this long, but more than anything, I want you to let go. Be vulnerable with yourself, I think that is the most beautiful thing. Witness the spectrum of human emotions, it is beautiful. It is time to rest in your nest for awhile until you’re able to fly again. Take all the time that you need, grieve all that there is, broken relationships, friendships, nostalgia. Whatever it is, I am alway there. Listen to music because I love sending you messages through these songs, it has really helped me through my hard time. So I’m hoping music could be a little comfort to you at this time. Take some time for yourself love, cause you definitely need it. Trust me that the sun will rise once more, and all that happened will just been a hard learned lesson and you’ve definitely learn a lot from it.
I know that the real you is not a sad person. You are the most vibrant, radiant, happiest soul I know. And sadness doesn’t suit you one bit, as well as pretending to be happy. You shine best when you are true to your feeling. Winter is over and I cannot wait to welcome you back into the season of spring.”
Love,
Your Soulmate
Signs: Black feathers, birds, 55, Tears drop
Love Quote : “He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
Song : Chiquitita by Cher
Chiquitita, tell me the truth
I’m a shoulder you can cry on
Your best friend, I’m the one you must rely on
You were alway sure of yourself
Now, I see you’ve broken a feather
I hope we can patch it up together
Love Poem verse: If Magic Was Real by @cant-find-my-name
.. The world seem kind
When you’re around
To believe again
Is easy
When you’re with me
If Magic is real
It is where you’ll be
🧚🏻♀️ 💕 🍀 🌷 🌸 You are Loved 🌸 🌷 🍀 💕 🧚🏻♀️
Pile 3🫧 I’ll Never Forget
“You’re working so hard and so am I. We’re trying to do our own work, slowly building strong foundation for the future. Maybe out of fears than anything. This anxiety to keep on going, to do better and better, to improve, constantly striving for a better future. I get it, I feel it too, however, if we keep on going like this eventually our life forces will run out. And physically we can become ill and I really don’t want that for you. So I’m here to let you know that you can slow down, what you feared will not come true. Your deep, dark fears will not come alive. If you think you can’t stop because you think that the fears you feel will transpire. No, it will not, you’ve work hard enough. Outwardly and internally, I’ve watched you tried and tried and alway striving to do better. To be better, but honey, you are already enough for me. You alway will be, regardless of what you did or what you didn’t do or what you will do. I will alway believe that your existence alone is enough for me. To sooth my soul, to lift my spirit up. You don’t have to do anything for me, I am happy just to be with you, to exist with you, to be by your side and bath in your lovely presence
I know you have struggled from a lack mentality, I don’t know if you notice that about yourself. And that is nothing to be ashamed of , I‘m struggling with it too. I understand how you feel, no matter how much you have or how much you do, you just feel it’s never enough. True abundance come from the inside. And you are already enough with the proof that your heart beats for you, the blood flowing in your vein is proof that we meant to exist here as we are. No more, no less.
Please rest assured love, and take a break once in a while. Do something that’s not related to work. I want you to practice winding down, practice letting go and relaxing. No one ever teach us how to truly relax and it is a skill, it doesn’t come naturally to us and we can help each other relax. We can practice together, practice just existing without shame or guilt, or a pit in our stomach that things will go wrong if you don’t do anything. I want you to learned to have fun because when we’re together, it’ll become a skill that will help our relationship a lot. I want to have fun together with you and for you to tell me all about your adventures, your travels and your crazy journey. I can’t wait to just sit down and be with you. Take a vacation with you and have the time of our lives. You are my vacation home.”
Love from,
Your Honey bear
Signs : 88, Roses, Games, Festival, Spider, Designer brand
Love Quote : “I know from that first moment we met. It was not love at first sight exactly but familiarity. Like ‘oh hello’, it’s you. It’s going to be you.”
Song : Voyage by Kep1er
“The sound of waves surging in
Far beyond the horizon
Between the clouds, we going high
Follow me in my way
When the gentle breeze blows
Close your eyes and feel it
We arrived to an unfamiliar island
slowly open your eyes
Love Poem verse: I’ll Never Forget by @cant-find-my-name
Loneliness is a disease
But I think you’ve just cure me,
You make me so happy
I don’t recognise myself,
You warmed my hand
Around your coffee mug
And asked if I’m alright
Your voice sounded worried
And there’s concern sincerity’s in
Your eyes.
🧚🏻♀️ 💕 🍀 🌷 🌸 You are Loved 🌸 🌷 🍀 💕 🧚🏻♀️
Pile 4🌙Each Night
“Good evening, I hope to meet you again in our dream. I know you dreamed of me and questioned it. Believe in yourself my little star. Your dream is not lying to you. It is alright to hope, to wish, to believe in the impossible. Please don’t think that it’s ridiculous or childish to believe in true love, in soulmate and fairy tales. Because you’re not wrong to hope. Your soulmate exist and you know that but your fears trying to convince you otherwise. I am your soulmate and my message to you is to believe in me. I want to validate your feeling, your extraordinary senses. Your wish in that little star?, I heard it, the universe heard it too and we listen. To all of your wishes and it was not ridiculous of you to wish for love, true love. It is not unrealistic, or rose colour glasses. It is just something that you know you deserve and want to feel. We do not shame or guilt ourself for asking for more love.
I am alway with you, in your dream, in your waking life, in our past lives. That is why you can feel my presence so strongly. It is not just from your imagination. I want to assured you that, it is real. I am as real as the bark of a tree. I can feel you too but truthfully, my 3D self is not as intuitive as you. I tend to brush things off when they don’t make sense, so please don’t be like me.Things doesn’t need to make sense now,it will eventually come together. Unfolding naturally, beautifully. I know you see my signs everywhere and is questioning reality. You are not going mad, just a head up from me. We will meet soon, in a way that you won’t believe. I won’t either but we both know that we wish for this desperately. Earth has been achingly lonely for me. And knowing you exist have helped alleviate the ache a bit. I want you to take your time with life, don’t rush cause when we come together, we can continue this journey together in an even pace,step by step.
Love,
Yours
Signs : North Star, Dove, Diamond shape, Cocoon of a butterfly, 8910, 2020
Love Quotes: “He loves you very much” she said, but more than that, he cares for you. Sometimes love is not as important as truly caring for the other person.
Song : Surefire by John Legend
“Let me breath you in ‘till gravity bends
And we fall through the hole in the light
Make this our kingdom
Somewhere where good love conquers and not
Divides”
Love Poem verse : Each Night by @cant-find-my-name
Oh distance shore
I beg of you
Please no more,
Please don’t keep us apart
I can’t take it
This is destroying my heart,
We are one and it’s time to be
Together again
Next to each other
Hand in Hand
Feel you touch my skin
Smell your scent
I breathe you in………
🧚🏻♀️ 💕 🍀 🌷 🌸 You are Loved 🌸 🌷 🍀 💕 🧚🏻♀️
Thank you so much for reading!. If this resonate please leave a tip if you like. See you soon!
Check out more of my original poems at @cant-find-my-name .
#pick a card#esoteric#messages#love messages#channeled reading#channeled message#higher self#soulmates#love letters#love reading#tarot messages#tarot reading
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love song
an: this is a singer!reader ua.💌
summary: you and jack make a song together
you and jack had just got into the studio, you both decided to let it just be you to. you didnt want anyone to bother you while you worked. you just wanted to be alone in your thoughts.
“mams you can take the desk while i take the couch?”
“no come sit next to me.”
“i thought you wanted peace?”
“you dont count, come on babe.”
jack pulled up a chair next to you and kissed your cheek before picking up his pen.
“who’s starting?”
“you babe.”
“alright, what are you thinking the songs going to be about?”
“jack..babe…the song name is literally love song.. you know i worry for you.”
“oh shut the hell up, what flow do you want me to do?”
“calm for now we’ll see later on though, you start off and ill follow your flow. like you start the base and beginning and ill go then you’ll go, get it?”
“yes babe.”
I don't want to give you the wrong impression.
I need love and affection.
And I hope I’m not sounding too desperate.
I need love and affection.
Love, love, love, love and affection.
Love, love, L-O-V-E-E-E and affection.
“i think this is good for the first part ma, you like it?”
“yes this is cute, i’ll start writing mine.”
Oh, baby.
I’m not asking for the world, maybe.
You can give me what I want, baby.
Come hold me tight and when I’m drowning save me.
Give it to me on the daily if I’m your girl.
Say my name, boy.
Let me know I’m in control.
We both grown so how it feel we can let it show.
you started writing a verse that went
I wanna hold you down.
but you decided to change it to.
Wont play around.
I wanna lay you down.
I need you now, I need you now, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
jack being nosy and not knowing you were finished with your part anyway came over to read it.
he took a second to read it and looked at you as if it was his first time being able to read ever.
“this is so good mama!!”
“thank you baby, for your next part just like repeat this.”
you pointed to his first verse.
“got you ma.”
I don't want to give you the wrong impression.
I need love and affection.
And I hope I’m not sounding too desperate.
I need love and affection.
Love, love, love, love and affection.
Love, love, L-O-V-E-E-E and affection.
you took the notebook not bothering to read his part and went to write your new part.
Boy, lately.
You’ve been stingy with your time.
Got me wondering, i’m wondering if I’m your mind.
Boy I just want to be in your possession.
Say i’m the one you want so come express it.
Don’t slip, don’t slip.
‘Cause a n**** might push up on it.
Don’t really wanna lose this moment.
Why window shop when you own this?
Don’t put it down.
Don’t fuck around.
I want you now, I want you now, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, whoa.
you passed jack back the notebook and told him to do his own thing as long as it fit the vibe of the song.
I don't want to give you the wrong impression.
I need love and affection.
And I hope I’m not sounding too desperate.
I need love and affection.
Love, love, love, love and affection.
Love, love, L-O-V-E-E-E and affection.
Can you love me for poor?
I’m searching for my soul.
(Rockstar)
Whoever turnt you cold.
(Because)
You need to let ‘em know.
I can work miracles.
I’ll work you physical.
And when i hold you close.
You can feel my heart breathing through my clothes.
jack wanted you to read over his part.
you took a minute reading and adding a line yourself.
Oh, whoa-oh.
“jack this is amazing.”
jack reached over and kissed you.
“only because of you my love.”
“finish baby.”
Jackman.
I don't want to give you the wrong impression.
I need love and affection.
And I hope I’m not sounding too desperate.
I need love and affection.
Love, love, love, love and affection.
Love, love, L-O-V-E-E-E and affection.
“never would i have thought i could write a song that i genuinely like this much in less then an hour.”
“when are we recording?”
“we’ll shit lets do it now?”
urban and clay were waiting for you guys to give them the call to come into the studio to actually record.
clay walked in and got ready to record.
you and jack thought it would be best to go into the studio at the same time being as though your parts are so closely tied and related.
it took around four tries before you were both satisfied with the song.
you and jack were going to release it tomorrow, you wanted it to just be a surprise and not lead anyone on.
jack on the other hand wanted to post a snip and release it in two weeks.
“jack i dont want to do that, can we just release the song please?”
“y/n i don’t understand why we cant just wait!”
“how about we wait but no snip?”
“no, lets just do what i want!”
“jack your acting like a child, i make a compromise, take it or where going with my original idea since you cant act like a adult.”
“but-“
“take me home.”
jack drove you both home in silence while you strolled on your phone.
jack pulled in the drive way and you jumped out the car and started to head inside with jack following close behind.
you went into the bathroom to shower and jack jack brush his teeth.
your got out the shower and went to brush your teeth before getting dressed.
you finished and put on your own clothes wanting jack to know you were really ll pissed.
jack walked into the bedroom and immediately jumped on you.
“JACKK!! I CANT BREATHE!!!!”
“im sorry for making you mad mamas, you forgive me?”
“JACKMAN!!”
“say you forgive me and ill get up.”
“I FORGIVE YOU NOW UPPP!!!”
jack got off you and went into the bathroom to shower.
you waited for jack, he took a quick shower and had already brushed his teeth so he but on sweatpants and his wife beater and came cuddle into you.
“goodnight babe.”
“goodnight jackie.”
after around a week after the release the song had hit #1 in charts.
you couldn’t be more proud of jack and he couldn’t be more proud of you.
#jack harlow#jack harlow x reader#jackman thomas harlow#jack harlow fluff#jack harlow x y/n#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow fanfic#jack harlow x you
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Episode 5-21 Rhythmic Lyrics
LET'S SING AND DANCE WITH ALL SEVEN OF US!
Piece of My World
Kalim/Jamil/Vil/Epel:
Can't you hear it, just beyond the door?
It's waiting for you, let's go to Wonderland!
Vil: I've always wanted to feel thrilled.
Vil/Ace: So give me a sign.
Jamil: You won't want to blink at all.
Jamil/Rook: The magic is about to start.
Rook/Ace: AH AH
Jamil: Nobody ever wants to lose.
Deuce/Jamil: The moon urges us on.
Vil: Let's go and let out our tense feelings in our footsteps.
Vil/Epel: Come, before the break of dawn arrives.
Jamil: I'm just fumbling my way through.
Epel: Trying to figure out what I am.
Jamil/Vil: Even though I have the passion to pierce all the way through.
All:
Let's dance to the twisted rhythm.
That spirit you have even when face down in the ground is still charming.
It really doesn't matter,
Isn't it okay to be just a little bit bad?
All:
All these thrills are pieces that make up who I am.
I'll show you the wonderful world in the darkness.
Jamil/Vil/Epel/Rook:
Take a peek inside, just beyond the door.
It's waiting for you, let's go to Wonderland!
The verses below are not in the rhythmic, but they were revealed during a broadcast of the Night Ravens singing Piece of My World. Although the chorus lines are essentially the same, the final verse was slightly different, so I have added it here.
Let's dance to the twisted rhythm.
That spirit you have even when face down in the ground is still charming.
It really doesn't matter,
Isn't it okay to be just a little bit bad?
All these thrills are pieces that make up who I am.
I'll show you the wonderful world in the darkness.
Take a peek inside, just beyond the door.
It connects inside of you, that Wonderland!
AH AH
Come along to Wonderland!
Piece of My World (Translyrics)
Under the cut, the following English lyrics should match the Japanese lyrics fairly well. Some liberties have been taken to make the rhyme and rhythm work, but stays true to the core of the song. It may take a few listen and read throughs to sing it just as I've envisioned it. I've also spaced them out slightly separately from the original written lyrics in-game to help with figuring out the beat.
Can’t you hear it calling?
Right beyond the door there.
For you it’s been waiting.
Let’s go to Wonderland!
I always wanted to be thrilled beyond belief
So now, give me the cue.
And if you blink too fast I’ll have to give you grief
All the magic will be starting soon.
AH AH
There isn’t anyone who ever wants to lose
Yet the moon will taunt us.
Let out loud footsteps to help the tension diffuse
Hurry, before the break of dawn arrives.
It’s hard to figure out
What all I can become
But even so,
I power through what may come
Let us dance the night away to this twisted beat
Your strong spirit shines even when you're faced with a defeat.
Don't you ever mind,
You'll find,
Being a bit bad can be so sweet
All these thrills are pieces that make up who I can be
I’ll enchant you within the deep darkness unfurled.
Yes, in this wonderful world.
It’s what you’ve been seeking.
Right beyond the door there.
For you it’s been waiting.
Let’s go to Wonderland!
Let us dance the night away to this twisted beat
Your strong spirit shines even when you're faced with a defeat.
Don't you ever mind,
You'll find,
Being a bit bad can be so sweet
All these thrills are pieces that make up who I can be
I’ll enchant you within the deep darkness unfurled.
Yes, with this wonderful world.
It’s what you’ve been seeking.
Right beyond the door there.
Feel your soul connecting.
Right to the Wonderland!
AH AH
Come along to Wonderland!
#twisted wonderland#twst#ace trappola#deuce spade#kalim al-asim#jamil viper#vil schoenheit#epel felmier#rook hunt#twst ace#twst deuce#twst kalim#twst jamil#twst vil#twst epel#twst rook#twst translation
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I loved your Titan/Infinity Stone AU! Any more ideas or inspiration for that 'verse?
Okay, I made you wait 6 days for it, but at least it's longer than usual! Here's more, with another appearance of the Soul Stone, as promised. Not much shippy in this one, though.
Edited to add links to:
Part 1
Part 2
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Stephen abruptly looks past Tony and yells, “Stop!”
Tony twists, one gauntlet coming up defensively, and sees that the Guardians have broken away from their discussion and are now standing over Thanos and the gauntlet that still adorns the corpse. The guy, Star-Lord maybe, is bending down. He doesn’t stop when Stephen yells, either, instead pulling the gauntlet off of Thanos’s hand and straightening up with it.
Stephen launches himself up off the rock he’d been sharing with Tony and strides over to them. “Trying to use that could kill us all,” he snaps sharply. “Even with the gauntlet, we’re not made to contain that kind of power.”
“Look, I’ve held an Infinity Stone before,” Star-Lord retorts. “I’m not all human, okay? All I want to do is get Gamora back, I’m not going to try to change half the universe.”
“There’s more than one stone on that gauntlet,” Stephen says. “Even if you knew how each of them worked, which I highly doubt, you know nothing about making them work together.”
Star-Lord takes an aggressive step towards Stephen. “For Gamora, I’m willing to take the risk!”
Stephen looks like he’s winding up for a fight, but then the lady with the antennae gasps. “Peter! The Soul Stone!”
“What?” Star-Lord—Peter, Tony guesses—looks down at the gauntlet and then swears, clutching it in both hands. The Soul Stone is gone. “Where the hell could it have gone?” He demands. “Gamora died for that thing, we can’t just lose it!”
Tony knows where the stone is, of course, but he’s not about to volunteer that without more information. Stephen knows, too, as the bearer of the Time Stone, but he keeps quiet as well.
You want to fill me in? Tony asks silently.
Gamora was one of those offered to me as I starved, the Soul Stone replies. It doesn’t sound remorseful, only matter of fact.
Are they right? Can you bring back the dead? The thought sends a chill through Tony. As much as he would love to get back people he’d lost, there was no one he trusted with that kind of power, and he had no illusions about the lengths people would go to to get a hold of it.
No, the stone says, thank God. But Gamora is not dead in the usual sense. She was sacrificed to me, and I hold all the souls so given.
Tony hasn’t decided yet, but he figures he ought to have all the information before he does. Could you give this one back?
Yes. But Reality would need to make her a new body. The old one is no longer serviceable.
Does Reality need a bearer for that? Tony isn’t thrilled at the idea of any of this group—now shouting at each other and Stephen while Star-Lord digs around in the dirt as if the Stone might have just fallen out of the gauntlet—the Reality Stone.
No. I could ask. They would probably agree. Moreso, if Time asks as well.
Tony blows out a breath and then drags Stephen away from the argument. They let him go, fortunately. Tony lowers his voice. “The Soul Stone says it can bring her back, since it was the one that killed her,” he says. “But it needs Reality to do it. It says it would help if Time asked, too. What do you think?”
Stephen casts a wary glance at the other group. “I think we have two more or less cooperative Infinity Stones, and they have three Infinity Stones, plus the gauntlet,” he murmurs. “That’s a fight I’d rather avoid. And… it would be nice to get someone back from this whole mess.”
“Yeah,” Tony says. For a moment, all he can feel is exhausted. “Yeah, it would.”
Turning, Tony eyes the arguing group. Maybe it would be better to just… take care of things, rather than jump into that. You need me to be hands-on with Reality? he asks the Soul Stone.
No, it replies. You wish me to return Gamora to this world?
Yes. Tony remembers the Soul Stone talked about being free. Please. This won’t hurt you? You mentioned being starved of purpose.
I do not need to consume souls, it reassures him. Thank fuck, because Tony hadn’t even thought to ask about that before. Merely be among them. Touch them, sometimes. Returning this one will have great impact on their souls.
Let’s do it, then.
Tony’s right gauntlet, where the Soul Stone is hidden, lights up with an orange glow. Then Stephen’s amulet does the same, in green. Just as Star-Lord and his group notice, Thanos’s gauntlet lights up red. He shouts and drops it. Red light beams out of Thanos’s gauntlet and collides mid-air with orange beams shooting out of Tony’s . They twine together, so brightly they make Tony squint, and then abruptly disappear, leaving a green skinned woman in their wake.
Is she supposed to be green? Tony asks silently. The Soul Stone sends him a wordless affirmation; everything is as it should be.
Star-Lord and the rest shout and mob the green woman. A happy reunion, it looks like.
Peter—not Star-Lord, Peter Parker—quietly sidles up between Tony and Stephen while the others are still celebrating. “I’m really glad they got their friend back,” he says. “But does anyone know how we’re supposed to get home? Because I’m pretty sure all the ships we brought, you know,” he makes an illustrative hand gesture, “crashed.”
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(I confess, I have a bunch more ideas for this AU. Feel free to prompt, either in general or with specific things in this AU.)
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Just imagine a crossover fic with Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse and Moon Knight...
Imagine you are Miguel O'Hara's most beloved and he tragically loses you. Despite this being a "canon event", he's never been able to get over your death.
Imagine he knows that he can't have another you from another universe, for doing so would cause a major disruption throughout the multiverse.
But then imagine he finds another version of you...only you're not in the spider-verse, but a completely different universe. And, lo and behold, he finds out that he can come to your universe without any repercussions to his own.
Imagine he throws all cares away and travels to your universe to find you, to be with you, only to see that you are already taken by a mysterious vigilante known as Moon Knight who also looks exactly like him.
Imagine that he's so desperate, so in love, to ever let you go--again. And so he sets his sights on you, determined on doing anything and everything in his power to have you, make you his just as much as he is yours in every universe.
Imagine Steven, Marc, and Jake absolutely not having any of this weird spider creep's bullshit, as the three of them battle it out with Miguel for all that you are--heart, mind, soul, and your sweet, addictive body.
And finally...
Imagine me writing this 🤭
(Pssst if y'all have any recs on any of Oscar Isaac's shows or movies where you think he could look like a real-life Miguel, pretty please send 'em my way!! 👀)
#Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse#Moon Knight#Miguel O'Hara#Steven Grant#Marc Spector#Jake Lockley
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Hey radical spicy hot take but Trapdoor is 100% a ruby song. And. Trapdoor is 100% a oscar song. They are a mirror to each other. They are put on the same pedestal. They bear the same weight. They occupy the same space, simultaneously, impossibly. Do you see my vision?
anono... how does it feel to have such a big brain. all songs are rg songs if you try hard enough. 😤
Yes, Trapdoor is first and foremost a Ruby song, but her and Oscar are 100% mirrors living such similar character arcs. I could talk about all those parallels in a post all their own (one day), but for now a really good example is actually comparing Trapdoor to Sky is Falling (thank you @greenteaandtattoos for pointing it out first).
I'm gonna ramble a bit
Trapdoor is a song about the weight Ruby has been carrying. How she has tried so hard and how it's seemingly done more harm than good. It talks about how she doesn't feel seen or heard or needed, let alone wanted. How she's losing herself. How she feels like a trapdoor, part of the floorboards being walked on and unnoticeable. How one more step is all it might take for her to break and fall further into the depths below. And simultaneously like a trap that will lead all her friends to ruin.
And Sky is Falling (in my opinion) is a song about the weight Oscar has been carrying. How he's struggling with moving forward in light of everything he's been through and everything they've lost. The song itself is cited as referencing the original Henny Penny (aka Chicken Little) fairytale since it's a story that uses the song's title as a cry wolf for fearing the end of the world. But that feels a bit like a red herring to me. Or at least not like the whole picture.
The original myth of Atlas and the weight of the world isn't actually about the god holding the world on his shoulders. It's about him holding up the sky. So whether you read it as Oscar struggling with what to do given Atlas is falling... or struggling with how to move after Ruby falls, (Ruby, who was holding Atlas on her shoulders. So when she fell, so to did the city in the sky) is up to interpretation.
Some examples of how the songs mirror each other a bit tho:
Trapdoor
Though I try to keep the hope alive
Sky is Falling
Lost all my hopes and dreams
Trapdoor
Watch it all
Unfold
As I
Cascade below
Frozen
In the darkest moment
I can't bear the weight I hold
Sky is Falling
Starin' at the casket, hopin' to move past it
Knowin' things will never be the same, and that's it
Cold soaked as I'm standin' in rain
Feelin' nothin' but pain until I see you again
Both of them struggling to hold onto hope. Both of them struggling with the cold of grief. The water imagery in "cascading" and "rain". The feeling of drowning. How to keep moving in the face of it all.
Also just on the topic of them being mirrors, it's interesting how many of these songs can so easily link back together. Trust Love's "open up your eyes" to Sky is Falling's "cover up your eyes". Then Sky is Falling's direct parallel, Touch the Sky.
In my opinion, this song talks about both of them. The first verse is very Oscar "Little Prince" Pine, but especially this part:
I'm soarin' like I never have before
Flying self-assured and free
And I somehow feel I finally feel like me
I looked in the mirror and I gotta say
It's been a long, long time since I felt this way
Right now, I'm just a bit surprised
'Cause I feel just fine and I might just touch the sky
And then directly towards Ruby's ascension in the second verse:
Open doors and so much hope in front of me
Full of confidence, every challenge crushed
My heart's electric, racing endlessly
Feeling like the stars have all aligned
Illuminate the darkness that was blinding me
Now I'm positive that it's my time to shineI will explode, you'll see me rise
You may not even recognize
I just can't wait for this reveal
But also... very strong argument can be made that both verses apply to both of them. Finally feeling like themselves, the people they've wanted to be, the ones they're meant to be. These kids and their identity issues...
But especially cause, um, Ruby isn't the only one that explodes.
So to summarize, Oscar looked in the mirror - not the mirror that showed Oz's reflection, but the mirror he sees in Ruby - and he became more like himself. Influenced by the hope she inspires.
And Ruby, like Alice, fell through the looking glass. But in the Ever After the only Oscar that was there to stare back at her wasn't a reflection of hope, it was was one of fear.
So she had no choice but to fall further and looked inward. Until she found the hope that was always inside her. The hope Oscar always knew was there because he sees her.
And the fact that Ruby's hope, her motivation, has always been "the people she hasn't lost yet". And how Oscar is the only living companion Neo 'kills' to hurt her. I'm getting so off track here but...
The Parallels. It's CINEMA.
They make me UNWELL.
Edit: I ended up just talking a bit about how they're mirrors through song and not so much Trapdoor from an Oscar lens. It is so strongly a Ruby song to me that it's hard to apply to him, even if it does fit him in some ways as well. All alone in crowded rooms and all that.
#is this even coherent#i feel like that conspiracy meme guy#w all the red string on a board and idek where half the threads go#BUT I'M HAVING FUN SO THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS EHEHE#sorry if u wanted a different answer ldkjfkld#ask#asks#anon#anono#chainalysis
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Hi !!!! So I’m still new to the whole male! omega X female! alpha because I do love myself some good old fashioned sexy male protector and haven’t really read that pairing yet (I do love yours though I’m HOOKED). I don’t want to characterize male! omegas as weak (I’m not well verse in A/B/O dynamics that aren’t purely sexual) but that’s what I’ve seen in other fandoms and writings. So, how does the “protector” role play out in a male! omega x female! Alpha relationship? How would each react to their s/o getting hurt—does an omega react differently from an alpha and vice versa?
I am such a huge fan of your work queen 🙏 HAPPY PRIDE 😛💓🏳️🌈
Hiiiiiiiiiii!
I love talking about the Omegaverse in Pandora, I get so excited when I see asks like these!
Like, let’s talk for hours about space and alien sexuality!
Okay so this might be long winded, but I’m going to like share the brain rot:
So a lil lowdown on Omega!Neteyam. He’s a hunter, a soldier, a warrior. There’s really nothing feminine or weak about him- and he’s constantly battling the stigma around his secondary gender.
Where his softness comes to play is in the way that he cares for his loved ones. He’s a caretaker at heart, when he was little he’s lowkey loved when one of his siblings or parents would get sick because it meant he could dote on them without the sideways look. He likes hovering, he likes being intellectually intimate, he likes domestic routines.
The Omega!Males in my story don’t carry their children. There will be no mpreg here(no shame to authors who go that route that’s just my personal preference)
The Alpha!Female!Reader will carry his children.
That’s heady for Neteyam. You’re the center of his universe. Their designations just make it more intense. They share not only Tsaheylu but the mating bite. They’re intertwined on like a whole other level(I’m crying because why can’t things like this be real. I wanna merge souls with my partner ugh)
Neteyam is extremely possessive and protective over you. Especially when he’s close to a heat or your close to rutting. He doesn’t want to share what’s his, after so long of denying himself the love and attention of an Alpha, he’ll be damned if anyone else thinks that they can vie for it.
He’s a large man. Tall and broad. And he’s cross trained- in Omiticayan, Metkayinan and Marine combat. He’s a fucking force to be reckoned with.
He’s usually pretty mild tempered but you? Someone fucking with you? He will lose it. He sees red.
Omg omg omg we don’t even need to get into what he’s like when you’re pregnant. He’s all over you. He’s fused to your side. He’s hissing at everyone- even your own father- if they get too close.
If anything idk. I think him being an Omega and the mating bite and the fact that he’s YOURS makes him so much more protective of over you.
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Anything in pray to the hunters or a continuation of the hair prompts would simply slap so hard they both itch my brain in very good and very different yet also vaguely similar ways 1000/10 i hope you’re having a good one
i get that because they're both a very different mood and vibe to write ^_^ so i'm glad they're good itches!
hope you enjoy pray to the hunters (cannibalism and necromancy/death magic in this verse)
<3 lumine
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Magnus lets his shadowhunter leave with the promise of another meeting between them, the taste of Alexander on his tongue and death magic in their bellies.
It takes everything for Magnus not to call upon the death magick that dances sensually around him, begging him to reach out and harvest it.
He will harvest it, but first Alexander needs to retreat to a place where Magnus’ magick will not reach for him. Because if Alexander is anywhere other than an Institute’s hallowed ground, then Magnus will call and he will call for Alexander and his magick will bring his boy to him.
Alexander didn’t know what Magnus was when he offered that heart.
His boy doesn’t know the craving he’s unlocked, the path he’s set himself upon now. Magnus can still taste him, feel the press of him and the skeletal palm of Alexander’s ancestors around his heart. It’s a bitterly cold bite, nephilim necromancy isn’t a type of Magnus has ever truly seen or been immersed with until now.
Magnus sighs and licks the pointed tips of his teeth and relishes the rare flavor of nephilim blood on his tongue. It’s been far too long since he’s feasted with this particular ambrosia and Magnus wonders what kind of rituals Alexander does on the regular, for this one to be so intense.
Magnus summon a drink and then frowns, putting it aside, unwilling to lose the flavor and feel of his boy so soon. Magnus crosses to his balcony, where he’s allowed himself a view in the direction of the Institute. While he doesn’t open the door — the temptation would be too great — Magnus watches in that direction until he can no longer feel Alexander’s footsteps on the ground that Magnus rules.
Soon, Magnus reminds himself as he carefully begins to harvest the magick that is so eager for his touch, Magnus will get his boy where he wants him. Once he has him, Magnus can merely sip from Alexander’s own lips again, as he did earlier and as often as he wishes.
Magnus wraps the saturation of death around him like a cape and welcomes it into his core.
New York was not an idle battleground, Valentine was too desperate to gain control of such a powerful Institute and too mad to care for anything other than his own cause.
The deaths of thousands have lingered for years now, enemies and allies alike. Magnus calls them to him, sings them into his presence and then weaves their powers through the galaxy of his magic until he’s creating constellations of death in his core.
While his blood is powerful enough to bind the rest to him, Magnus has been waiting for the opportunity to claim the nephilim deaths as well. The ones not consecrated to their angel but burned so that no one could be used for rituals in the rush of retreat. Sometimes they’d light their own people on fire with runes that magick couldn’t extinguish, wounded enough to heal but not healthy enough to escape on their own. Left behind like the cannon fodder Valentine used them as.
Alexander has given him such a lovely, unexpected gift and Magnus uses the deep, aching reseves of frost to coat his magic so that the angelic souls he calls will not tear through his core. Alexander’s own necromancy wraps around him in a chilled embrace of protection and Magnus claims the rest of the souls without a flicker of pain. When his father first taught him this, he had brought Magnus the hearts of many nephilim with which to practice with.
The strength and obsessive claim of death on Alexander makes Asmodeus’ ritual seem like child’s play and Magnus croons a song, weaving it into his wards and he lets himself look one last time to the Institute.
It would happen soon enough.
#lumine writes#writing wednesday#writing wednesdays#pray to the hunters#malec#magnus bane#alec lightwood#shadowhunters
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Could we get a my favorite Henderson with overprotective!Eddie where something happens to reader and he saves her and comforts???? My soul kinda needs this now… the more drama the better haha
MY FAVOURITE
HENDERSON
PART THIRTY THREE
fandom: stranger things
parings: eddie x f henderson reader
warnings: bullying, swearing, name calling, violence, bloody nose, crying
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You had never been a victim of bullying, in fact for as long as you could remember you had been popular, but dating Eddie Munson took a jab at your reputation. Not that you really cared, you loved him and popularity wasn’t going to carry you through life, but Eddie was.
Nobody really cared that you were dating Eddie, by now it was old news, but there was a handful of people who simply couldn’t believe it and two of those people included Jason and Tara.
Jason was convinced that Eddie had possessed you and aside from shouting bible verses at you in the corridors and telling you to repent to Jesus, he wasn’t all that bad. But Tara on the other was horrible, she had always been horrible, but now it had heightened.
You still sat with your friends at lunch majority of days, but on the odd day off you’d sit with Eddie and his friends and today was one of those days.
You excused yourself to the bathroom and that’s when Jason and Tara cornered you in the empty corridor.
“There’s still time, Y/N, let us help you,” Jason said. You rolled your eyes at him, attempting to move past the two teenagers when Jason grabbed you, holding you still. “We care about you!”
“You don’t care about me Jason,” you scoffed. “The only thing you care about is your reputation. You don’t want people thinking that you once had a crush on the satan worshippers girlfriend. That I picked Eddie over you,” you said.
Jason shook his head at you, when in reality, that was the truth. It was embarrassing to lose a girl to Eddie “The Freak” Munson.
“I, for one, don’t believe in Satan, I just can’t comprehend why you’re with him,” Tara said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do you know how lucky you are? How many of the jocks would so willingly date you? Not all of us cheerleaders have that.”
“I’m with Eddie because I love him,” you sneered.
Tara scoffed. “I’m just so sick of you parading around school like you’re top shit, rubbing the fact that you truly can get whoever you want in my face,” Tara said.
“Maybe if you weren’t such a horrible person people would actually want to date you,” you spat.
Tara glared at you, her hand balling into a fist and before you could even react she was connecting it with your nose. You cried out, blood gushing out of your nose.
“Tara!” Jason yelled, wide eyed at what his friend had just done. “You said you were going to rattle her, not punch her.” Jason let go of you and you fell to your knees, holding your nose.
“She pissed me off,” Tara said, grabbing the back of your cheer dress and pulling you up to your feet. The girl pushed you against the lockers, death glaring you. “Do you still think Munson will want to be with you when he realises you’re nothing but a dumb whore?”
“What is going on here?” You heard his voice fill your ears and relief flooded through your veins, glancing over at your boyfriend. “Y/N?” He asked, a concerned look on his face at the sight of blood running down to your lips.
Tara took a step back, glaring at you and immediately Eddie pulled you away from the menacing girl. “What did you do to her?” Eddie asked, his eyes narrowing at both Jason and Tara.
“Put her in her place,” Tara spat.
“What is wrong with you people?” Eddie asked, holding you tight in his arms. “Y/N is nothing but nice to all of you and you treat her like absolute shit.”
The two of them remained silent as Eddie ran his fingers through your hair, glancing down at you. You stuffed your face into his chest, you felt safe there.
“This is bullshit,” Tata scoffed, turning on her heel and stalking off.
“Munson you-“ Jason was cut off.
“Jason, get out of my fucking face before I do something I regret,” Eddie snapped, glaring at him.
Jason huffed before following after Tara, leaving you and Eddie alone in the empty corridor.
“Hey,” Eddie said, hands resting on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. He frowned at the sight of you. Tear stained cheeks, smeared blood covering your nose and mouth.
“I just don’t understand how they can be so cruel,” you sniffed. Eddie shook his head, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“They don’t deserve you,” Eddie said. “Ignore them. You’re worth more than that.”
“It just hurts,” you sighed. “It hurts even more knowing that I made people feel like this all those months ago…”
“Hey, I forgave you, i’m sure with time everyone else can too,” Eddie said. You smiled up at him, he always knew what to say to make you feel better. “There’s that smile. You’re so beautiful, do you know that?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, princess,” Eddie said. “Let me clean you up,” he smiled, taking your hand.
© luvfae 2022
#stranger things#eddie munson#dustin henderson#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#my favourite henderson
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ALL MY PARTS | Ending
Part 1: Verse | Part 2: Bridge | Part 3: Chorus | Part 4: Ending
Location: ???
Nayuta: (I feel like I’m losing myself in this smothering darkness.)
(But…)
???: Now let me hear your souls scream! Ragnarök!!
Nayuta: (His music left behind a scar on me.)
???: Please, stay with me! Don’t go anywhere else!
Nayuta: (All the reasons that I let my music ring…)
…!
(My detestable past has transformed into a torch that lights up the darkness around me.)
(Somebody is cupping their hands around it to stop the light from burning out.)
(This torch is made of sadness, loneliness, anxieties, hatred.)
(This torch…is a kindness that accepts all of them.)
???: How interesting…I’ll be waiting, son.
Nayuta: (I haven’t walked anywhere but forwards, but that didn’t take me to an exit.)
(If I look behind me, I’ll see that the very path I’ve been on was leading me to a place of light.)
Location: Gyroxia's share house
Miyuki: Oh? Good morning, Nayuta. You’re up early. Don’t tell me you were up all night making music again?
Reon: ‘Morning. I’m about to go on a jog with Miyuki-san. Do you wanna come too? …I’m guessing not.
Nayuta: Obviously not…give this to Satozuka.
Ryo: If you're looking for Kenken then he should be here in a second. Ooh, this is the score for a new song—
Kenta: Good morning, everyone. Oh, you’re up early, Nayuta. Are you going somewhere?
Nayuta: It’s none of your business. Practise this song until I get back.
Reon: Huh!? You’re making insane requests again… Hey, Nayuta! Listen to me!
Location: Avenue
Nayuta: (The morning sun is blinding when my eyes are so accustomed to the dark…but right now, it’s nice.)
(I’ll walk around for a bit.)
… My scars, my awful past…those are only one part of me. I…
I’m going to conquer the world with my music—
Part 1: Verse | Part 2: Bridge | Part 3: Chorus | Part 4: Ending
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