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sweetbluebanisters · 11 months

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Ultraviolent

I can hear sirens, sirens

He hit me and it felt like a kiss

Who Controlling!Miguel O’Hara x Sweet!Reader

Warnings Contains!Smut, Violence, Abuse

Backstory A sweet bartender from the coast of California clashes with a mean man, who never doesn’t get his way. Two different personalities, don’t always work out in ways you’d wish.

This is my first time writing on Tumblr so please be kind and feel free to give advice + corrections in the comments! Also, Miguel speaks Spanish so I'm trying to incorporate that as well. Please tell me if any part of the Spanish lines do not make sense! I’m very limited and I don't think the google translator helps. at all.

Ch. l sweet as sugar

Ch. II Deadly Nightshade

.୨୧˚.

Futuristic Cars, High tech machines that you could not work even if you tried. Marble white everywhere, buildings where robots work the magic. They were all completely brand new to you. Nueva York is something you’ll probably never get used to.

You came from a rather big city in California, High crime, robberies left and right, litter everywhere, sweet beaches you can see from miles and miles away, and palm trees that are so big you could never miss them even if you tried. Also just known as Los Angeles!

Your name was __________ Monroe, you often went by Monnie in L.A, though. You are 22, fresh out of college where you majored in Cognitive science. You were always the one people could count on if they wanted to have fun, the one that no matter how bad they messed up, you made light out of that darkness. Least to say, you are a respected and honored person in the Spider Society.

You joined along Miguel and Jessica, a little trio if you'd say. About 2 years ago, You were exposed to a radioactive spider during a walk home from the club, all tipsy and alone. You didn't register what happened until the following day. You begin to feel soreness and itchiness on your wrist. You were easily agitated which was extremely uncommon for a girl like yourself.

You noticed your indurance and speed increased in a matter of days. You began to notice yourself being able to call tons, light weight. Throughout your first year of being exposed, you then found out about your identity. Even you hid from yourself. You didn't know how to approach it at all, if you even had to. Until you met Miguel, spider-man 2099. From a completely opposite detention as yours.

You were alone at home, per usual. Your only job as of now was a bartender for a night club, you got good tips though. It was around eight- o’clock, you begin to get all dolled up for her night shift at the club. Fixing your long _____ hair, dressing in very, exposed outfit to put into simpler terms. You put on makeup to your smooth skin, and strapped your heels to your feet. Grabbing your coach bag, ready to head out, standing 2ft near your exit just to quickly grab your keys out of quiet literally nowhere you are struck to the ground, it was so quick its like you glitched from standing to groaning on your hard wood floors. Feeling as if Zeus himself punished you for whatever sinful thing you had done and struct you down with lighting.

“Wha- What the hell!” You blink in shock, turning your head behind you as a very, broad man look down at you, looking at you in confusion, you give the same exact look back. Its a 10 second staring contest before you realize the predicament you're in and speak up “Where the hell did you come from!” You shout, the man realizes that this complete stranger he's on top of is about to hit him with her coach bag, that looks to weigh tons.

“No! No- my bad!” His hands go up as he quickly crawls off of you, standing up and extending his hand for you to grab. Instead of excepting the help, you gets up on your own before groaning “Jesus Christ how much do you weigh?”

“Im not in the mood for remarks like that.” The stranger scolded, looking at you as you stare at him in in unremarkable disbelief. “You’re in my house telling me you're not in the mood for remarks like that? Why are you in my house and where did you enter!” She snapped, looking at the man up in down, studying his features.

“And why are you in that Spiderman suit.” She mumbles under her breath, her eyes study the mans suit, seeing that he actually looks very.. built. the man rolled his eyes before speaking “You need to stop waisting your time and except that you're a Spider-Human.” He deadpans, looking at you, you had to extend your head up just to look into his scarlet eyes, you’d be lying if you said the man wasn't attractive.

“Are you cosplaying right now? Like are you actually insane?” You provoked the big man, he looks down, grabbing the bridge of his nose while shaking his head entirely. “You were bitten by a radioactive spider, you do realize, right? Didn't you notice the symptoms?” He question looking at you, but you couldn't help shake the feeling that you felt like you were in the clouds

“I was convinced it was just a regular bite, I was like getting stronger but I thought it was because I was working out?” You wondered, looking down and realizing that even though this shouldn't be happening to her, it does make sense to why she suddenly started feeling stronger, and quicker.

“Able to lift heavy objects like they weigh 5 pounds?”

“Yep.”

“Running faster and running and for longer?”

“Sure.”

“Hearing increased?”

“Oh, yeah! sometimes I can hear my neighbors moaning through 2 stor-” “I didn't need all that, at all. You do realize you are the Spiderwomen of this dimension? Haven't you seen anything on the news?” He hesitated, looking at the girl who pondered her next choice of words “Oh, I mean I never really noticed I was bit but something like that. But, yeah there's a weird man with holes in his body that is like causing havoc or whatever, I thought he was cosplaying too though.” She began, looking at the man who seemed fed up.

“No! No one is ‘cosplaying’! This is real, and you put your dimension in tremendous danger—“

“What am I supposed to do, just tell him to stop?”

“As I was saying, you’re just sitting on your ass and doing nothing, do you need to be taught?” The man stressed, she looks confused before speaking up

“Taught?”

“Por dios! Taught how to work through the Spider women thing! Like how to shoot webs, or how to y’know how to do your job!”

“Oh.. I don't even know if I want all that responsibly..” You truthfully tell, the man bites his tongue back before continuing “You put on the responsibility of spider by getting bit by this spider, you--” He urged out, before getting cut off my you “Excuse me? I was drunk and I didn't know! I promise you if I was sober and I saw that spider I would've ran, trust.” She corrected, the man began to think that you might have been missing just a few screws, not even loose screws. They're just gone.

“Please, this dimension needs a Spider-human they know they can rely on, at least come with me.” He pleaded, looking at you as you kept your eyes locked with his, you bit her lip as you began

“But we already have a Spiderman?”

“Yeah, it’s you. What do you not get?”

“No, no. We have a Spiderman, I’m pretty sure he lives in Brooklyn.”

You can tell by the way that he’s looking at you, that information was definitely unexpected. But to avoid the loud silence, you speak up “Where am I going?” You mumbled, the man smiled back his pride before continuing

“It's a dimension where all the Spidermen and Women work along each other, some live there and some go back to their homes. There's a training center, I can help you.” The man explained, he seemed to be dedicated to his job, you nodded with curiosity before speaking up “Do I need to stay there or-”

“No, you can go back home whenever, but if you want it is easier if you'd say.” He advised, you looked at him with a sweet smile before joking “It sounds like you want me there more than I do myself.” he scoffed before shaking head head, denying the accusation.

“I just don't want another dimension going down in flames, that I have to save again.” He projected as you nodded, not listening at all. He tapped his watch with ease, as a spiraled portal projected out of what you thought to be thin air. “What's your favorite colors?” He asked, you look at him weirdly before telling him “Pink and.. uh.. black, why?”

“You'll find out.”

“Oh my god its so pretty!” Your smile lights up, cheering as you grab the custom made suit just for you, Miguel finds himself admiring the way you get excited for something so little “The little gems on the spider, Miguel!” You laugh as you look in the dressing mirror, putting the body suit up to you, trying to imagine how it would look on. The way you said his name has his stomach turning in ways classified as enjoyable. “Does everyone get costume suits too?” You question, looking at Miguel for the key to your answer

“Yes, but some people stick to the blue and red combo for the cliche.” He answers, looking towards you as you still admires yourself in the full body mirror, she looks at Miguel before asking her wanted question

“Can I try it on, please?” You pleaded, looking at the rather tall man as he nods in approval, you speed walk into the changing room, making sure to close the door behind you before striping yourself of your heels, and your dress. being left in just her undergarments “Excuse me?” You pardon herself, the man looks at the changing room door, that hides your face. “Hm?”

“Do I wear a bra with this?” You ask, no implied innocence being stripped from that sentence, Miguel purposely coughs, he didn't know himself either. “Uhm, for now, yes. Let's just see how it looks.” He answers, you hum in approval as Miguel taps his foot, waiting for you to come out of the wardrobe with your rather tight body suit. “Its on!” You reveal, you steps out of the dressing room and looks at Miguel with your arms down to your side

“Does it look alright?” You ask for his opinion, turning around so he can get a full view, Miguel looks at you, he couldn't help but notice the way it hugged your curves, but instead of voicing that, he just nods. He approaches behind you as you now admiring yourself in the mirror, again.

“It makes my butt look bigger than it is.” You comment, Miguel doesn't know how respond to that so he chooses to stay quiet. “How come it took such little time to make?” You ask, turning your body around to look at the man, he looks down at her. His stare is almost intimidating, but attractive. “With the tech we have provided, all we need is your exact body measurements and preferred colors. The machine makes it to your exact size, it even comes with special accommodations.” He informs, his words sounded so professional it could be mistaken for a advertisement. Your ears perk up as a way to show that you're listening, he continues.

“The fabric makes it easier to move your body, and helps when you're moving is restricted. The wrist of the sleeves come with built in webs, if you look at the black bracelets, you press that button and-- NO!” He begins to explain, but being cut off by the your curious thoughts as they press the button. The thick webbed material stick to the wall before you, You gasps before you let go of the buttons causing your webs to extend back in. Pulling you against the wall as you bang your head.

“Damn.” You groan as you slides down the wall, Miguel shakes his head in disappointment as he helps you up before cutting the webs still stuck to the wall, off. “My head hurts.” You reply as you stand back up, with stability “I would think so.”

“When does-” All of the sudden, your whole body feels like its being pinched at every inch and your body begins to twitch violently. “The hell!” You scream as you fall to your knees, Miguel sighs as he pulls a wristband out of his suit pocket “My bad, here's your 24 hour watch. Remind me tomorrow to give you another one.” His apology is rather weak as you snatch it from his rough hand before putting it on

“You're not in your respected dimension, without protection your body is going to try to glitch its self back home. This just temporarily ignores that response.” Miguel explains, you leap up before looking at the wrist band, “Is there a way to permanently stop that reaction?” You question as he nods his head, looking down at his wrist watch, which attracts your attention.

“This watch permanently stops that reaction, unless you take it off. it also comes with built in controls like-” He begins to rant as you cut him off, again. “Can I have one?” He groans at the girls constant questions before answering, once again. “What makes you think I'll give a trainee a watch?” He sighs looking at you, your doe eyes wonder. You notices Miguel walking out of the dressing room, most likely annoyed. So you quickly grab her dress and put on your heels as she walks out too. Though you are wearing heals, you still stood rather short against Miguel.

“Well how am I going to get back home? I cant do it without a watch.” You provided a rather reasonable answer, the man smiles to himself which brings the girl into a state of confusion, she continues walking along him. Not knowing where she's going, but trusting the man enough to lead you “Yeah, about that.. as a trainee you'll probably stay her for one week, at max two weeks if you absolutely suck.” He explains, your eyebrows burrow in furry, being lied to isn't something you take lightly. Bystanders watch as they see a new spider women, whisper and gossip spread as you two did walk out of the wardrobe room together.

“What the hell do you mean! You told me I could go back home whenever.” You argue, the man shushes you, telling you to keep quiet as you are causing quite a scene aready. “A week won't hurt, muñeca. Two weeks might though.” He dismisses, you abides to his orders as there is quite a few people looking at you both right now.

“Go get some rest in the sleephub, I’ll give you an official tour tomorrow.”

“I don't even know where it is!” “You can find it, I believe in you.” Miguel gives you a fake flashy smile, before patting your shoulder and walking off without you.

You ended up needed the two weeks of training, and Miguel often makes fun of you about it to this day. You weren’t the most flexible when it came to web swinging but you definitely did know how to dodge people and objects that went flying your way.

Even since you appeared in the Spider society people could not ever end the talk about you. You were known as a sweetheart there, everyone and I mean everyone liked you. Though, there were always some people who thought your kindness was projected as annoying, but you never let it get to you.

People everywhere addressed you as sugar, which you thought was really corny. You don’t cringe at it though, because that’s how people perceived you as, and it’s definitely better than being called worse.

Even though you were known as Sugar among the spider society Miguel had his own nickname for a girl like yourself. ‘Muñeca’ which means doll in Spanish, you never understood it at first until Jess told you it’s because he thinks your prissy and spoiled, and a typical girl who thinks ‘’my way or no way’ is the standard.

And maybe you do! But that should be excepted widely among people.

The longer you stayed though, the more people began to tease you about Miguel. Sometimes they’d call you ‘Mrs. O’Hara’ and if you were being honest, you definitely didn’t mind it. Through the months you developed a small, tiny tiny crush on what you would call your boss. How could you not! He was most definitely bigger than you in size, he was controlling, and he was hot. Just how you liked your men.

As much as you thought about him, you knew he definitely didn’t feel the same. He only saw your presence as a burden in your eyes. He’d seem agitated or annoyed when he was around you.

A few months into you being part of the Spider society you fucked up a expedition he went on one day, different types of species were glitching into different parts of the spider verse and you were on duty with them to bring them back home. But, you ended letting one severely injuring you, hauling the expedition, It wasn’t your fault though! That thing caught you off guard.

Instead of Miguel assisting to your needs once you guys got back to the office, he yelled at you. Calling you careless, and voicing his annoyance. You threw that sweetness your perceived out the window. You snapped at Miguel for his lack of care, and told him it wasn’t even your fault. Basically, it was a screaming match that echoed off his office walls. Everything went blurry to you after he lost it, more or less snapped. He lifted you by your suits collar before tossing you off the console platform, injuring you worse than you already were.

A ‘ get away from me.’ would’ve been way more deserving.

He never apologized for that day, he just went along the following days like it never a happened. He noticed though that you were definitely trying to distance yourself. Your were still his assistant, though. So it was rather hard to just avoid him, or respect his privacy if you always had to cater to his needs.

Even after that though, you notice that the crush you denied having on that man only grew stronger. You definitely did not like the verbal and almost physical abusive side of him, but apart of yourself choose to avoid that thought of him. Only perceiving him the way you wanted to.

You don’t know why you excepted the job as his assistant, if it was because you were blinded by your crush on the man, or because you were bored and Miguel said you’d be able to go on missions along him with this job. But with a smile on your face you proudly excepted that job, and that day forward you were never spotted without him.

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spadesolace · 10 months

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drag me down: hey angel

synopsis: hanni wonders what yn would be like if they weren’t rivals. if she wasn’t threatened by her academic skills and social skills to make everyone fall for her. yn wonders if hanni thinks of her the same way she does.

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If someone has been counting the days since Hanni and YN’s rivalry started, the pair would have been impressed and weirded out. Who in their right mind would keep track of something so small (to them)? That would be Hanni’s friends.

“Happy 800th day to your rivalry with YN, Hanni. Any devious plans on how you’ll avoid her?” She hated to be reminded of when you first met, a threat to her perfect streak of honors from when she was a child. Hanni believed that YN would have been a great classmate let alone a friend, but it seems fate had different plans for the pair.

Throughout the two years she’s been classmates with YN, she’s taken note of the girl’s habits. She wonders how she’s in the top rankings when she puts so little effort after the first two months when she transferred, aside from that YN has always been closed off. Sure, they’re rivals and she shouldn’t care that much but where’s the fun if your rival isn’t that interested at all?

“As if I can avoid her, I’ve accepted fate as it is. She’ll be the death of me.” Right on cue, YN is running past them, uniform a mess, a few cups of coffee in hand, and somehow still manages to look quite- pretty, except she almost spilled coffee on me without apologizing.

“Did you say something, Hanni?” Minji has always loved annoying Hanni regarding YN, heck she’s talked to the girl before and she swore that if Hanni didn’t hate her guts they would have hit it off.

“I heard her say something along the lines of pretty…” Haerin has always backed Minji up, a chaotic duo as they would say. Their number one victim being Hanni, if it weren’t for Danielle, they would have made a plan to make the two top achievers talk or go on a blind date with each other.

“Oohhh~ Hanni-unnie finally has a crush?” Hyein was either the one to fight fire with fire or simply observe and call Danielle when things get worse. Danielle looked at them sternly, the usual smile plastered on her face was nowhere to be seen which made the trio stop laughing and apologize to Hanni. The top student had simply dismissed it and continued her walk to class, that she shared with Minji and YN.

One thing that Hanni despised YN for was that the girl has always sat next to her ever since, at first she didn’t mind but even when seating arrangements weren’t given and everyone was free to choose where to sit down. She always, ALWAYS sits next to Hanni. It was no surprise when Hanni sat down, no one dared to take the vacant seat next to her, as if there was an unspoken rule that Pham Hanni must be next to Park YN. Like clockwork, YN finally arrived looking presentable, an iced americano on hand, and a tired smile plastered on her face.

The smell of coffee beans, a mild scent yet packs a punch, followed by a hint of vanilla that Hanni can easily associate with YN, and the small “morning…” as soon as she sits down. There is a line between them, neither one dares to cross it, she’s prideful, YN is stubborn. Hanni sees her as a rival yet she doesn’t know if YN sees her the same way. Not when YN remembers precisely that it's their 800th day of meeting. Something so small yet how come YN always gives her something on those days that shouldn’t even matter? What is running inside your mind, Park YN?

“800th, here.” YN handed Hanni an envelope, a card inside, and refills…? “I noticed your pens are almost out of ink.”

“Oh. Thanks, I guess.” Hanni never really read the cards, although she’s kept every single one of them. She never bothered to read it, it was just cards that YN had probably bought before going to campus last minute and didn’t bother to write anything on it. She still kept it, something about those letters despite never reading any of them, she still kept it. Hanni doesn’t return anything, YN knows that by now, all she gets is a ‘thanks’ and nothing more, nothing less. YN is still surprised by Hanni sometimes.

Hanni never cared for the little things, YN does, every single celebration she plans ahead. She does not expect anything from Hanni, she knows the girl hates her but YN loves to tease the living hell out of her seatmate. So, whenever it's their so-called “anniversary”, YN always got Hanni something practical; refills for her pens, a new notepad for debate and the school paper, the best quality marker, and snacks that would help the girl out. When YN came back from lunch with Yunjin and Kazuha, there was a piece of chocopie placed neatly on her table. Clearly, it came from Hanni because once they made eye contact, all she could do was avoid her gaze. YN still thinks that Hanni never really cared but maybe she does. Maybe, just maybe… she does.

“Thanks.” Hanni only nodded as YN sat down next to her, there was no letter on it but it was for the best. The top student did just went out of her way just to get her a snack, her favorite. “Can’t look at your classmate after giving them something sweet?”

“Shut up.”

“Ms. Pham finally cares about lil ol’ me?”

“I swear YN, just shut up.”

The class could simply watch and smile, Minji updating Haerin with the interaction, confirming the snack that the top student rarely buys was for her rival. YN could have gone a step further, one push but she doesn’t and wonder- what is running inside your mind, Pham Hanni?

The pair sat in silence, working on their extracurriculars, especially since the debate club has another practice debate within the next few days. Although neither admits, they both choose each other as their practice partner, sometimes it gets heated that they slowly start becoming personal. It was no surprise when they had their topics and they’re on opposite teams, no one dares to put them together.

“HELLO EVERYONE!” Their English teacher, Ms. Im Nayeon had entered the class, gaining everyone’s attention. The class greeted her back, some had huge smiles plastered on their faces and YN being one of them. She enjoyed the English class, it was her escape because Ms. Im uses songs as a way to teach the class metaphors.

“I’ll be returning your exams from last week, now before you all start discussing and betting whether today is the day Ms. Park finally beats Ms. Pham, some of you need to study harder rather than betting on your top achievers.” One by one Ms. Im starts calling students, everyone knows how her facial expression says everything. A frown if you fail, a passive smile if you passed, and for the special cases which have always been Hanni and YN, a grin. Ms. Im always lived for the drama one that involves the pair, probably because she’s read a lot about enemies to lovers and notices the signs that they might work out if they finally stop fighting. It was no surprise she called the pair at the same time only to watch as they sat down and compare scores.

“YES!” “NO!”

“ANOTHER WIN FOR ME!” It wasn’t the day that YN finally wins but with a close mark from each other, she would have killed just to beat Hanni once. Students slowly paying each other as they grumble and complain how they thought and believed that Hanni could be beaten by YN.

“Now, settle down. For the rest of the period I’ll be discussing this year's final project. It’ll be individual but you will work closely with someone. I’ll be picking the pairs.” Everyone groaned, it wouldn’t be that bad but the class had already planned on partnering up and leaving the two to pair up. YN knew of that plan and looked directly at Chaewon who was getting ready to pair with Minji. As their teacher started mentioning the pairs, everyone was waiting for either Hanni or YN to be called.

“Kim Minji and Kim Chaewon, lastly, Pham and Park. For the final project, we’ve discussed the Little Prince and its message of growing up. I want you to spend as much time as you can with your pair, learn about their lives before you met them, first impressions, mannerisms, interests, and what they wish for in the future. Think of writing their biography for them. This is your last year of High School, make the most out of it.”

Everyone looked at the top achievers, ready to protest but then again, it was Ms. Im whatever she says, goes. The final project was simple: learn about their partner’s life, but it wasn’t like YN would start talking about her personal life when she knows it's a mess. YN could only sigh and look at Hanni who was already deep in her thoughts. How would Hanni tell her about her life?

The pair looked at each other, everyone discussing their lives, and YN was stuck with what she wanted to say and how she should say it. How does she tell Hanni everything? As YN was about to speak up, Hanni broke the silence. “Do you want to come to my place so we can discuss?”

“Put a label on it first before I meet your parents, Hanni.”

“SHUT UP, AT LEAST I DIDN’T GET A SINGLE MISTAKE FROM A SPELLING ERROR.”

“It happened ONCE!... but fine, I’ll meet you after my training to discuss the project.”

This is going to be a long project.

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aerisssblog · 8 months

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I never blamed you (Raphael x MC)

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Tags : SFW, Raphael x gnreader , heartwarming, fluffy, angst

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In the days that followed, your connection with Raphael continued to strengthen, breaking through the initial barriers he had put up. You both shared more of your lives, going to RAD together, enjoying quiet lunches at Lament Café, and spending late nights in the library working on reports as just the two of you.

One day, Raphael extended a surprising invitation. His words were soft but held a certain warmth as he asked, "Would you like to visit the Celestial Realm and have tea with Michael? It's a rare opportunity." You readily accepted, intrigued by the prospect of exploring Raphael's home realm.

Stepping into the Celestial Realm was like entering another world. The air was filled with an otherworldly serenity, and the beauty that surrounded you left you breathless. Sitting at a table with Raphael and Michael, sipping celestial tea, you felt both honored and out of place.

But the calm didn't last long. Raphael and Michael suddenly had to leave, mentioning something important in the main hall. They left you alone with your thoughts and asked you to wait here.

As you waited, a woman angel appeared before you, her ethereal presence commanding attention. She looked at you with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. "Oh, you are the human everyone is talking about," she began, her tone condescending. "You've gotten close to us, angels, haven't you? Do you truly believe you belong here?"

You attempted to stand your ground, though your heart raced, and your voice wavered. The angel continued, her smirk deepening. "How dare a mere human like you get close to us, cause trouble, and bring guilt upon us all? Because of you, Simeon lost his angelic power and became human. Do you intend to do the same to Raphael?"

You were left speechless, the weight of her words pressing down on you like a heavy stone. She delivered a final warning before departing, leaving you feeling utterly overwhelmed.

When Raphael returned, he immediately noticed the change in your expression. Concern filled his eyes as he asked what had transpired. You summoned a forced smile and brushed it off, claiming nothing was amiss. But he was persistent, sensing something amiss.

However, you were determined to shield him from the unsettling encounter. "I'm just tired," you said, your voice trembling with a false cheerfulness. "I think I'd like to head back now."

Raphael nodded, agreeing to escort you back to the House of Lamentation. He mentioned that he needed to return to the Celestial Realm. The journey back was filled with a heavy silence, both of you lost in your own thoughts.

At the doorstep of the House of Lamentation, you bid each other goodbye, and you watched as Raphael disappeared into the celestial light, likely returning to his realm. As he vanished from your sight, a sinking feeling gripped your heart, and the angel's accusations resurfaced in your mind.

Rushing to your room, you ignored Mammon, who passed by, and locked the door behind you. Alone, you allowed your tears to flow freely. For thirty agonizing minutes, you cried and contemplated the gravity of the angel's words.

Then, with newfound determination, you rose to your feet. You made a solemn promise to yourself that you would not repeat the same mistakes, that you would not let your presence bring harm to Raphael.

You managed to change your daily routine, carefully ensuring that you didn't come too close to Raphael or the trio of Luke, Simeon, and Solomon. It became a practiced routine for you, walking to RAD early with Satan, having lunch breaks with the twins, and intentionally avoiding getting too close to Raphael during classes.

As soon as the class bell signaled the end of the day, you swiftly packed your things and hurried out before Raphael could catch up to you. But it wasn't just Raphael you were avoiding; you had distanced yourself from Simeon, Luke, and Solomon as well, fearing that your presence might be a burden to them.

You ignored their messages and calls, pretending to be busy when Lucifer questioned why you hadn't been responding to Raphael and the others. This had become your life for nearly a month, and you started used to it.

One day, lost in your thoughts, you were descending the grand staircase of the House of Lamentation. It was then that you collided with Solomon, causing a flurry of papers to scatter and a small cloud of dust to fill the air. Solomon's eyes locked onto yours, and he greeted you with an innocent smile, his voice as smooth as ever. It appeared he had just come out from Asmo's room.

Solomon: "My apologies, MC. Are you alright?"

You forced a polite smile, though your heart raced beneath your facade.

MC: "I'm fine, Solomon. Just a bit distracted today."

Solomon's curiosity glinted in his eyes, but he didn't press further.

Solomon: "Ah, I see. Well, we all have our off days. How have you been otherwise?"

MC: "Oh, you know, the usual student council work keeping me busy. But it's nothing I can't handle."

Solomon's smile remained, though there was a hint of understanding in his gaze. Solomon explained that he was on his way to Cocytus Hall, his room in Purgatory Hall no longer sufficient for his latest experiment. He leaned in and asked for your assistance, his eyes pleading.

Caught between your desire to keep your distance and your deep respect for your teacher, you hesitated briefly. However, you ultimately agreed, realizing that the issues you were avoiding had nothing to do with Solomon, and it would be impolite to decline his request.

The two of you made your way to Cocytus Hall, and as you walked, conversation flowed naturally between you. Solomon described his latest magical experiment with enthusiasm, and you listened attentively.

But as you arrived at the entrance to Cocytus Hall, Solomon suddenly stopped and frowned, admitting that he had left something important in his room. He turned to you with hope and apology in his eyes, asking for your help once more.

Your hesitation resurfaced, but you found it difficult to deny his earnest request. With a sigh, you agreed to go to Purgatory Hall, setting aside your self-imposed isolation for the sake of assisting your teacher.

Solomon said he would wait for you at Cocytus Hall to finish other tasks. Now, you were standing in front of Purgatory Hall. Before you could even knock, Luke appeared, his eyes widening in surprise. Without hesitation, he enveloped you in a tight hug.

"Why do you keep turning down my offers to bake with you, MC? I've missed you so much!" Luke exclaimed, holding you even tighter.

You smiled gently and returned his hug, bending down slightly to stroke his head. "I'm sorry, Luke. I've been quite busy lately."

Simeon and Raphael suddenly appeared behind Luke. You avoided making eye contact with Raphael and offered an awkward smile to Simeon. "Solomon asked me to get something from his room. Is that alright?"

Simeon's response was soft and welcoming. "Of course, MC. You're always welcome here."

“MC, did something-“. Before Simeon could finish his sentence, you cut him off, explaining that you needed to get the items Solomon had asked for immediately and that you would talk later. With that, you rushed into Solomon's room, closing the door behind you.

Inside, you let out a sigh of relief. "That was a bit too close." Shaking your head a few times, you walked over to the shelf where the items Solomon needed were placed, but they were just out of reach. You spotted a nearby ladder and carefully climbed it, reaching for the jars on the high shelf. A triumphant smile lit up your face as you successfully retrieved them. "That's it!"

However, as you attempted to get down , you found yourself stepping into thin air and beginning to fall. Panic seized you, and your eyes snapped shut reflexively. But just as quickly, you felt a firm and gentle hand securely cradling you in a bridal-style hold.

When you opened your eyes, you found Raphael staring at you with his usual stoic expression, his arms supporting you effortlessly. You were initially shocked to see Raphael's sudden presence, but you managed a light smile and thanked him, "Th...thank you."

However, instead of letting go, Raphael held you even closer to his chest, his face buried in your shoulder. Your heart jolted at his unexpected action, and you gently pushed him away, saying, "Umm... Raphael, I need to go to Solomon. He needs me to-"

Raphael's response caught you off guard as his embrace tightened, and he asked, "How about me?" Confusion laced your voice as you replied, "Pardon?" You couldn't help but be confused by his question.

Raphael finally met your gaze, his expression remaining stoic, but his eyes seemed to plead with you. “I need you too”.

You were left speechless, unsure of how to react, and ended up looking away, avoiding eye contact with him.

Raphael sighed, still holding you tightly, and without letting go, he began to walk out of Solomon's room and toward his own. Your hand gripped his shoulder, and you implored, "Wait, Raphael. I really need to go now. Solomon asked me to help him."

"He did not," Raphael replied calmly, causing you to become even more confused. "I'm the one who asked him to make excuses to send you here."

The shock of the truth left you struggling to free yourself from Raphael's embrace. "Let me go! Hey, Raphael!"

However, your struggles has no effect to Raphael, closing the door behind him and placing you on his bed. You attempted to get up, but Raphael was faster. He trapped you between his body and the mattress, both of his hands on either side of your head, and his gaze locked onto your eyes.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "You didn't answer my calls or reply to my texts. You even look away when I glance at you. Did I do something wrong? What happened? You've been like this since we returned from the Celestial Realm. Did any angels bother you back then?"

Your heart sank as you recalled the words of the woman angel. You looked away, trying to hold back your tears. After a few moments, you felt Raphael bury his face in your neck, and your heart raced.

"I miss you," he confessed softly, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I miss you so much. The moment you started to look away from me, I wanted to grab your hand and pull you into my embrace. You're really out of your mind, asking me to let you go when I already have you in my arms."

Your heart pounded, and you flinched slightly as you felt Raphael place a gentle kiss on your neck, followed by a soft bite. You closed your eyes, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions and desires, unsure of what to say or do next.

As Raphael continued to place gentle kisses on your neck, his murmurs expressing his hurt at your avoidance, he also kept apologizing and repeating, "I miss you," a few times. His embrace tightened, and you could feel a slight tremble in his body, which filled you with guilt. You hadn't realized how much your actions had impacted him. All you had wanted to do was protect him, but it seemed you had only caused him pain.

Slowly, you started to stroke his hair, offering reassurance. "You did nothing wrong. It's me. I'm the one at fault. I couldn't bear the guilt for what happened to Simeon, and I was afraid the same thing would happen to you. I'm so sorry."

Suddenly, tears were flowing down your cheeks, and Raphael was taken aback by your tears. He gently wiped them away with his hand, his expression softening. "I see, so someone has been mean to you."

You looked into his eyes, surprised that he can catch the situation even though you hadn't mentioned anything. It was one of the reasons you were always drawn to him. Your tears continued to flow, and you began to sob.

Raphael lifted you up, placing you on his lap while still holding you close. His hand gently stroked your back as he kissed your hair. "It's okay. I'm sorry; I didn't know something like this had happened. I never blamed you for what happened to Simeon, and neither did he. I don't care what happens to me. I've already lived long enough, so I don't mind becoming an ordinary human, as long as I don't lose you or the brothers. So please…"

He kissed your eyelids and eyebrows tenderly. "Don't avoid me like that again. It hurts me so much when you ignore me."

You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of both Raphael's lips and his words. The two of you stayed like that for a long time, making up for the lost time you had spent apart, finding comfort in each other's presence once more.

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lizzie-is-here · 2 years

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like the dawn- series masterlist

summary: the first superheroes, the soldiers out of time, the worst troublemakers of the avengers. steve rogers, james barnes, and (y/n) (l/n) have many titles. but before they became national heroes, they were an inseparable trio on the streets of brooklyn.

relationships: steve rogers x winged!poc!reader x bucky barnes

total wordcount: 77k

warnings: cussing, violence, the angst that is bucky’s time in hydra, mentions and references to racism, misogyny, and homophobia, idk pining?

this series is complete!

(pictures are not mine!)

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

part i- until the end of the line?

“we were children thrust into a war. and once it ends, what will we become?” -unknown

it all begins with a pinkie promise

part ii- the star-spangled man with a plan

“i’m fed up to the ears of old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in” -george mcgovern

local asthmatic does something very stupid immediately after being told not to

part iii- not without you

“show me a hero, and i’ll write you a tragedy” - f. scott fitzgerald

are you ready to follow captain america into the jaws of death?

part iv- the train and the plane

“i don’t know who sold the homeland, but i know who paid the price” - mahmoud darwish

in the span of weeks, you lose everything

part v- the captain, the winter soldier, and the angel

“you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame. i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name.” - a.j (via ddaredevil)

who are you?

part vi- the man on the bridge

“in nostalgia, there is no difference between a day, a year, a decade, or a lifetime, because the amount of longing is beyond the idea of time.” - gibran khalil gibran

the fall of hydra and shield, and the rise of something beyond the winter soldier and the angel of death.

part vii- the apartment

“when does memory end and love begin? all i know is- she loved him before she remembered him.” - ritika jyala

even as you and bucky go on the run, the trio can’t stay apart for long.

part viii- mission report

“if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent” - farouq jwaydeh

an airport, a quinjet, and 13 superheroes kicking the shit out of each other. what more could you want?

part ix- freefall

“i wish i had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that.” - brian andreas

so the avengers are stuck in the compound while the world fights over the accords. great time to pine over your best friends!

part x- the letters

“i’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, i am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here” - l.m. dorsey

you aren’t quite ready to face the subject of the letters. but your boys will wait as long as you need.

part xi- the raft

“after all these years of bearing this pain alone, all i want is for you to hold me, and maybe put me back together again” - sarah doughty

normalize blaming thaddeus ross for every single problem in the world

part xii- the bed, the mirror, the couch

“show me the most damaged parts of your soul, and i will show you how it still shines like gold” - nikita gill

three times when everything seems right

part xiii- healing

“a monster is not such a terrible thing to be” - ocean vuong

good friends, the history channel, late nights in bed, and two bowls of fruit become the foundations for growth.

part xiv- the calm before the storm

“one day, you and i are gonna wake up and be alright. maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day. one day, i promise you” - fisher amelie

the road to recovery begins

part xv- the canyon

“to me you are the desert and the sea and everything secretive” - ingeborg bachmann

a well-needed vacation is taken

part xvi- the storm

“i want you to always remember me. will you remember that i existed, and that i stood next to you here like this?” - haruki murakami

you just can’t catch a break, can you?

part xvii- dust and blood

“if you must die, i’ll envy even the earth that wraps your body” - albert camus

“not without you”… right?

part xviii- the time heist

“am i supposed to be grateful to have survived this?” - brenna twohy

five years go by but you’re stuck in place

part xix- the endgame

“just because you are soft doesn’t mean you are not a force. honey and wildfire are both the color gold.” - victoria erickson

the shield, the gun, the bow

part xx- until the end of the line.

“i knew i did 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.” - mhairi mcfarlane

it all ends with a pinkie promise

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okay but what if astarion shadowheart karlach gale wyll poly. i never get laezel or minthara so idk enough about them to analyze so imma just focus on my Main Camp Team. this gets very nsfw toward the end because i’m ill and i want them all to fuck!

the insane potential for an incredible number of love triangles. it starts with astarion and shadowheart, because he assumes the amnesiac will be the most naive/easy to influence. they pick up gale and astarion finds him annoying while shadowheart finds him sweet and useful to the mission. of course astarion starts trying to compete with and outsmart gale, which just creates an insane amount of sexual tension.

then karlach joins in and shadowheart is immediately smitten with her, leaving gale and astarion to let that sexual tension come to a climax or two. shadowheart, literally conditioned to be non-monogamous is all for it and pouts about not being invited until gale realizes that Oh. Oh. This is a thing that was happening…? well, he can’t blame astarion for liking her, and she’s much sweeter and substantially less threatening than the Girl He Has Feelings For that gale brings to the table.

karlach is a hard one because she is actually insanely monogamous and would be happiest only with shadowheart, trying to ignore the fact that her girl had other partners because she’d never deny her happiness like that. then i think once astarion and gale opened up a bit about their experiences and conditions karlach would really start developing a connection with them that would eventually bleed over into something a little more. she’s used to warming shadowheart up at night, what difference does one more shivering elf at her side make? gale is her fucking bomb bro till the end and he’s super smart and explains stuff to her she doesn’t understand without making her feel stupid.

then we add wyll to the mix. the literal actual genuine knight in shining armor of astarion and shadowheart’s dreams, so kind and honorable and hot they’re down bad. the way wyll suffers under mizora but doesn’t regret his pact with her wins over gale’s sympathy immediately and of course, wyll’s sacrifice to protect karlach gets her right in the infernal engine too.

as for specific small group dynamics ive already gone crazy about shadowheart astarion and karlach so we’ll skip over them for now.

gale -> astarion <- wyll is simultaneously “i want that twink obliterated” and “oh my god you poor injured little stray cat let me nurse you back to health”. very big on the unpacking trauma and having Man Therapy Time that leads to astarion and gale both crying into wyll’s very muscular shoulders

wyll -> shadowheart <- karlach is the knight x princess trapped in a tower x dragon dynamic but the princess and dragon are in love and the knight is an awkward blushing mess who is super into this. i know karlach and shadowheart have some freaky sex so anything with with them would be be BDSM Bootcamp for wyll

shadowheart -> gale <- karlach is fuck your ugly ex you didn’t deserve that, that is NOT love, let us show you how it’s done. they’d also recognize and encourage that little spark of femininity that pops up in gale from time to time and definitely indulge him in it. he’s also an extremely perceptive chatterbox, so honestly i think he’d be the third member of the gossip girl trio over astarion who isn’t quite so analytical

astarion -> shadowheart <- gale is soooo much jealousy competition for shadowheart’s attention but gale is completely oblivious to it. shadowheart adores the concept of being bickered over and feeds into it just a little bit to see astarion squirm. i am a shadowheart fujoshi truther and watching astarion and gale go at it is definitely her cup of tea.

wyll -> astarion <- shadowheart is purely “if anything happens to me, i know you’ll be here to take care of him”. now, put shadowheart in the middle and it’s herding dog x lamb x wolf dynamic all the way. very much the angel and devil on shadowheart’s shoulder when it comes to everything

a really fun one is wyll and karlach + shadowheart and astarion. this i feel would be mostly sexual because what says masc/butch best bros solidarity like topping your respective pretty twink/femme partners together? especially with shadowstar sandwiched between them and kissing like their lives depend on it.

also, there is absolutely some gangbangery happening but they’re very specific about it. if shadowheart is in the middle it’s insanely rough and degrading and pushing her to and sometimes past all her limits with her prior consent of course. she’s definitely into eroticizing her memory loss and getting fucked completely brainless, letting go of all her worries, having everything replaced with love and pleasure and pain that feels sooo so good…

very rarely astarion is in the middle but it’s the complete opposite. they’re all there to love on him, to make him feel good, to make him feel safe and secure. very slow and gentle and at his pace, taking turns touching him and getting him off and completely overstimulating him. someone’s got him held in their arms the entire time, usually karlach or wyll, shadowheart running concentration on his thoughts in case something goes too far and he can’t communicate it. praising him, telling him how good he is, how much he deserves all this love and adoration, etc, helping him completely rewrite the thousands of degrading and harmful sexual encounters he’s had little by little

idk what the opposite of a gangbang is but karlach is just an absolute stamina monster and will sometimes do a bit of circulating because she just can’t fall asleep or she’s too wound up or shadowheart knocked out immediately and she’s sexually frustrated. no one can resist her puppy dog eyes and so she ends up riding wyll into the ground, swapping head with astarion, and having some freaky wizard sex with gale that keeps her going until she’s too exhausted to move

im like chemically addicted to group poly at this point and i will forever be sad you can’t really even do a throuple in-game. however, a girl can dream!

#poly bg3 companions #writing ideas #headcanons #astarion #shadowheart #shadowstar #karlach #nsft #karheart #bloodweave #bloodpact #hellspawn #these are the only ship names I know

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jovenshires · 7 months

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Here's a Halloween ask because you seem hyped and my country doesn't celebrate it: what do you think would be good couple/group costumes for some of your fave Smosh ships/dynamics? Also I love your edits so so so much they really scratch the brain good -dot hell anon

AH i am honored to receive this ask bc i have been thinking about it ofc. also tysm im glad you enjoy <33333

spencer and tommy - obv i've thought about this a TON and i think they would have multiple costumes. one kinda basic that they can just throw on and wear to parties - like cowboys. just super simple. but what they would take pictures in? some insane movie reference. like the brother and mom from hereditary.

shayne, courtney, and damien - they have The opportunity to go as ken, barbie, and allan. why would they not.

keith and noah - miles morales and peter parker. end of discussion.

angela and amanda - oh they have so many cute options. sun and moon, glinda and elphaba, mario and luigi. any of these would be fun!!

bonus: you can add chanse and/or arasha into any of these combos and make it a group costume. sun/moon/stars/clouds. glinda/elphaba/fiyero/boq. mario/luigi/bowser/peach. the golden four know no bounds.

kimmy and courtney - pspsps please y'all wanna do a daphne and velma moment so bad.... bonus shayne and damien can be fred and shaggy if you want but idc im thinking about Women

shayne and damien - finn and jake adventure time. its the perfect time to do it if you really think ab it.

jackie and shayne - yzma and kronk and im taking no questions, comments, or concerns at this time

jackie and damien - i would pay. I WOULD PAY. for baz luhrman's romeo & juliet. you know the scene. with the angel wings. i would die.

spencer and courtney - sharkboy and lavagirl. once again i am taking no questions.

noah and chanse - mermaid man and barnacle boy. im so serious. you can decide who is who.

tommy, spencer, and courtney - team rocket is meowth. either spencer or courtney is meowth and tommy in every iteration is in drag as jessie. thank you for your time.

olivia and courtney - olivia rodrigo and sabrina carpenter. she's topical!

arasha, chanse, angela - i feel like these three have real opportunities to rock trio costumes. alvin and the chipmunks, the sanderson sisters, mean girls, powerpuff girls. so many options. chanse is in drag for most of these too absolute added bonus

#anyway! i have to go to a party now so that's all we get but you get the gist #ask #asks #anon #anonymous

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What if Sephiroth and his angel got married? I can see just an intimate wedding and Angeal walking her down the aisle! He would definitely shed some tears! Ugh my heart 💕 I've heard about sharing your vows privately before the wedding and I think Seph would much prefer that. He's already a private guy (especially with his angel) so to have that moment with her beforehand, to be completely honest and loving, would be ideal for him!

As you said, Sephiroth is a private man and his angel (the darling), being Angeal's little sister, certainly came from a household of modesty. So, for sure, they will share those vows in privacy and have a low profile wedding. Very few would be allowed to attend. I could only imagine the Silver Elite, Keepers of Honors and the Red Leather, trying their best to sneak in to get pictures of Sephiroth, Angeal and Genesis in tuxedos. Zack and Genesis would be sitting together, supporting the two. I think Shinra would commercialize the wedding somewhat, releasing some pictures of it to use for propaganda, but the rest of it won't be released to the public, of course.

Genesis: Is there a special reason why I have to sit with Zack at the wedding and the reception???

Oh, but imagine: Sephiroth will feel his heart pound as he watched his angel slowly walk down the aisle, her pristine beauty creating a halo around her. But with Angeal carrying her off, the nervousness would be offset by a nurtured lecture by his best friend playing in his head, accompanied by Angeal's reassuring smile at him as he hands his sister off to him. The lecture in Sephiroth's head urged him to take his angel's hands and look deeply into her eyes, filled with love and devotion, as he embraced his dreams.

Apart from that, while an invitation to the wedding has no doubt been extended to Gillian, I'm wondering what her thoughts are about the engagement in general. I mean, yes, her baby girl is getting married. But she's getting married to the embodiment of a company her mother wants NOTHING to do with. Not to mention, she would know Sephiroth is a product of the JENOVA project. That her own daughter, who could potentially be another victim of Project G, like her mother, her brother and Genesis were, is marrying Sephiroth, is something that will not set well. I can see this being a strong point of contention for Sephiroth and his darling as they will notice Gillian's missing presence at the wedding. Sephiroth's darling would confront her later, putting her anger aside to spend time with her beloved...

Angeal himself would not understand why his mother was so opposed to the engagement until she finally opened up and explained the issue... And well, Crisis Core happens here again. With Angeal taking the lead this time. As I echoed in another post, the downfalls of the First Class Trios are linked to each other. If one falls, so will the others... I wonder if Angeal will tell his sister about his origins and perhaps her own?

#Sephiroth's Angel AU #Sephiroth #angeal hewley #ff7 x reader #final fantasy x reader #sephiroth x reader #c.c rambles #jophinabean

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AO3 Year End Roundup, 2023

Normally, I'd do this in a couple days, but we're close enough for government work (and I'm on a deliberate break anyhow, so nothing new is being posted). Normally this would also be a tag game, but I haven't seen it floating around yet, so...

Hey, you wanna do your own roundup? Go for it. Yes, I mean you (looking at you, DAFF crew). Consider this an open invite. Tag me back so I can see what y'all have been up to.

Words posted: 241,283 . This total has had subtracted from it the amount that already existed for the fic that carried over from last year (which was WG, of course). So this is actually what I posted this year.

Additional Words Written: ~166K. I have several WIP's going on in the background. One of which is finished and will begin posting after New Year's. Another of which is about halfway done. The rest are...procrastination projects/getting the wiggles out. They may never see the light of day. But they count as writing, so they are included.

Grand total of words: 407, 283 (goodness gracious)

Fandoms: 2

Works: 12, 11 of which were new.

Highest Kudos: Into the Current, at 271 (just like last year, I'm not counting WG since it wasn't new). The Iron Bull/OFC, rated E, 79K words, complete.

Highest Hit Oneshot: The Mighty Fall, at 706. Sookie Stackhouse/Eric Northman. Rated T, 2900 words.

New Things I Tried: I wrote a trio of fics for True Blood/Southern Vampire Mysteries this year. The WIP that's finished and waiting for the new year is a continuation of this series.

I also posted a ficlet I'd originally posted here on tumblr for archiving purposes. Some Years Into the Future...

Fic I Spent the Most Time On: Driftwood, my Bullmance series. Writing ItC itself wasn't particularly long, about two months, but T3, the next fic, is still being written. At first it was all going to be one long fic, but then I decided I've had enough of epics (meaning any work significantly over 100K words), and split it into parts.

Fic I Spent the Least Time On: The Mighty Fall. I have finally gotten to use the tag 'I wrote this instead of sleeping'. 🤣

Favorite Thing I Wrote: Usually, I have trouble with this category. I'm poly, you know. But this year, I actually DO have a fave. Okay...I have two.

How Deep the Bullet Lies - a gift for @rosella-writes, for the Solas Lovers Exchange. Solas/Cassandra Pentaghast with a whumpy open ending. Rated M, 4200 words.

More Than Mere Stone - a gift for my beloved @ir0n-angel in the same exchange. Solas/F!Trevelyan, pure fluff. Rated G, 1500 words.

Favorite Thing I Read: In Twain, by CatC. It's everything I wanted in a 'background character gets caught up in events' fic. With a sizzlingly hot Bullmance and So Much Cole. I think I've read it three or four times already. At least. If you need something comforting and wonderful, I cannot recommend it enough. It's simply delightful, and so is the author. Rated E, 172K words, WIP.

Something I Finished: I did it, at long last. I finished What a Wicked Game to Play. It was the focus of NaNo (and took literally three days once I put my mind to it, hence much of the other writing I did that hasn't been published). It feels really good to have my beloved Behemoth marked with a green checkmark. The story itself isn't finished, and I'll eventually write more for Imogen and Co., but for now, it is Done.

Writing Goals for 2024 – Keep on keeping on. I want to finish T3, so I can start posting it. I want to finish a couple other things from the WIP list. There will of course be a new Fluffuary prompt list. Biggest goal, however, is simply not to burn myself out. I've started waiting to publish until a fic is finished, which has done wonders for my stress levels. No more posting gaps on an in-progress fic.

Allow me to Gush about some things I wrote this year.

(Otherwise known as: honorable mentions)

Out of the Dark - Lark Cadash was once going to have an epic fic to her name. But I'm Tired, and frankly, I'm bored with rewriting the events of DA:I over and over again. So I've turned her into a series, where I can just put up oneshots and short chaptered things in no particular order that add up to one big story. This is one of them. Post-canon, Lark goes into the Deep Roads to find the answer to a riddle that's bugged her for her entire life. She gets more than she asked for, with a side serving of sad Solas. I've had many of the headcannons included in it for a long time, with no home. Now, they're out there in the world. Rated G, 4800 words.

What Lies Beneath - my actual giftfic for the Solas Lovers Exchange. I had such fun writing this, and had ideas for it as soon as I received the assignment. I got to set something in the Hissing Waste, which is one of my favorite places in the game, as well as write a polyship for my two favorite romances. F!Cadash/Solas/Iron Bull, rated T, 3400 words.

Maker Damned Fools - back in 2020, I wrote a Varric/Hawke short little thing for the first Fluffuary. I always wanted to go back and expand it into a fuller story. Add it to the pile of Things I Finished This Year. From their meeting to post-canon. Rated E, 32K words.

What a Wicked Game to Play - *deep satisfied sigh* It took two years and ten months to complete, with near constant weekly updates. It's 411K words by itself (not counting the rest of the series). It contains about 350 embedded images of either screenshots or fanart. It is both the highest hit (over 90K) and highest kudo'd (1535) work on my archive. Affectionately known as 'the Behemoth', extensively written with my signature yeeting of canon. Imogen McLean, MGIT, Inquisitor, beloved of Fen'Harel. I am stupendously proud of this work, but I am also incredibly happy it's done. I set out to write an epic, and I damn well succeeded. Rated E.

See y'all on the flipside! 💕

#Lamb writes #ao3 #2023 year end roundup #dragon age #southern vampire mysteries #true blood

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mugiwara-communications · 2 years

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Ace X S/O: Admiral Partner.

Thanks for the magic prompt, Anon! They requested "a reaction on the monster trio and ace (+ the reaction of their crew, if possible..) with an admiral s/o, and they have a secret relationship".

Read the rest here! Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace.

Warning: Marineford, but no donuts because this isn't that kind of bakery. WC: 1.55K

“Oh, Mr.Portgas, thank you for saving me, I was completely blindsided (by your naked chest) by the sun! That I missed (your strong arms around me) the reef! And I (oogled your ass) ended up getting stuck in a whirlpool! Whatever can I ever do to repay you for saving me?” Strike a seductive pose and pretend you know what you're doing, despite the masked man behind giving you a thumbsdown. It’s all good, Ace has no idea what you are trying to do either.

Ace is kind enough and the right amount of himbo to trust you, he doesn’t care that the little boat, recently dubbed ‘The Striker’, doesn’t fit three people. Ace felt like he couldn’t just leave you stranded in the waters, he had to help you. Dropping you off at the nearest island, you headed back to the Marine base thinking about the young man who saved you.

You went to the bar that night with a few coworkers, figuring a drink or two would get the chest of your dreams out of your mind. But fate has kinder options when you open the bar door to see the tavern freaking out about a man fainting in his food.

Trained in CPR, you place your hands on his chest and give him mouth-to-mouth… Or a second of lip touching until he rams his forehead into your nose. The subtle taste of fried rice and blood lingers on your mouth long after he wakes up. Recognizing the man as the ‘someone’ who saved you, you can’t help but taunt him.

“Tell me you didn’t do that to catch my attention? Saved me so I save you?"

“There’s an Angel holding my boobs, I’m already in heaven.”

One drink turns into a few, turns into several, to bottles later, you wake up in the morning with a written note, in a doctor’s scrawl, on your arm.

“Sorry for last night, Ace just burns through alcohol, he forgets not everyone is resilient. Here’s my Den Den number, you can talk to him later. (Don’t worry, nothing bad happened.) -M. Deuce"

“Oh, Mr.Deuce, you deserve so many good days."

In the months following up, you get stuck into work so much that most Den Den calls end with you falling asleep before the narcoleptic. Not being able to talk about your job made it vague on both ends, but the subtlety wasn’t lies.

Maybe you were too blinded by his pearly white smile that you didn’t connect ‘Fire Fist Ace’ was the same ‘Portgas D Ace’ you’ve been talking to for a year and a half, until the news crossed your desk that the Spade Pirates joined the Whitebeard Pirates. The call that night was tense.

“You’re a pirate…”

“Yeah, I am… Is that an issue?”

“Oh… No. Not to me. But, I’m a Marine. Is that an issue?”

“No. Not to me.”

Okay, so… New step in the relationship. You have to pretend y’all broke up or he died to get people off your back, now that you’re no longer talking to the handsome man who saved your life. Everyone thinks you’re mourning or something, and lets you stay home from weddings or bar nights. Don’t need you in a relationship after the ‘last one’ was so perfect. Ace makes sure the only person who even knows your name is Deuce, no one on either crew knows you occupy all of his brain.

Throwing yourself into work, you didn’t see yourself becoming an Admiral until the name ‘Shirouma’ was given to you by the old white guys that run the world. ‘White Horse’, as if it was corny enough, the Marine ship they honored you with… has a white horse figurehead. Not intimidating in the slightest. But Ace would enjoy a laugh every time he was able to catch a glimpse of it. Maybe you wouldn’t change it if you got to hear his laugh every time you chased him… Maybe.

During one of your totally normal Marine work days, you got the loving pleasure to go to Holy Land Mary Geoise and meet with the Seven Warlords of the Sea. You get the honors of helping to choose the pirate who will replace Crocodile. You remember Ace talked about his younger brother, Luffy, enough you connected the dots of how Crocodile fell and who beat him.

You thought about recommending ‘Strawhat’ Luffy or maybe Ace again, simply to make it easier to talk to him. But the meeting was interrupted when a tall man in a top hat had to recommend his own captain. Despite being an unknown man, the name 'Marshall D. Teach’ was one you knew quite very well. You try to get the man forgotten, but the idea of sending a man to the Holy Land was just ballsy enough for him to get chosen.

Ace gets captured by the Blackbeard pirates, and Teach gets the Warlord position. There was little you could do. You couldn’t protect him, you couldn’t save him. The second he was sent to Impel Down you knew it was going to be a war. Whitebeard would come for his son, and you didn’t know if anyone knew you and Ace were together.

Nine a.m., the day of his execution, you stood on the main boat that would transport him to Marineford for his death. When you first saw each other, it was hard not to cry. You had never seen him so broken and enraged, hearing his brother had broken into the prison left you with two choices; the one he wanted you to make, to save Luffy, and the one you wanted to make, save Ace

Leading Ace by the chains, you attacked the ones around him first. You weren’t an Admiral for show, you are stronger than that average Marine, you had to be. There were seventy Marines on the boat, over fifty guards of Impel Down, and a secondary unknown Marine ship coming up behind yours. Over a hundred people… versus You.

You didn’t have the power of Haki, it wasn’t a gift you unlocked yet. You didn’t have a strong enough Devil Fruit to combat Logia, Paramecia, and Awakened Zoan at the same time. All you had were your fists and a brain.

Hearing the sea part behind you, the outline of a giant whale opened, and out flew a firey blue bird. Raising your head, he dove to you and you felt talons grip into your arm. Hearing Whitebeard laugh over the sea, you begged for the man to show up.

The last thirty-seven times you called Ace’s personal Den Den Mushi, the call either failed to go through or was answered and ended. You cried when on the thirty-eighth call, a familiar voice answered you. “Combustion.”

“Spontaneous. Deuce, it’s been three years. Have you written me a good book yet?” The only member of the former-Spade and current-Whitebeard pirates to know who you are, the masked man was enough to convince Whitebeard and Marco to trust in you, despite you admitting to be a marine and one of the Admirals.

Sitting on the Moby Dick, well after Ace was saved and Luffy was in a food coma in his big brother’s lap, you leaned against his shoulder. Some of the pirates looked at you from the corner of their eyes, but when Deuce hugged you and let you cry into his shoulder, the crew figured letting you on the ship was… fine.

Well, not by a lot. But for now, you were happy to be in the arms of the man you love.

You got asked one “Why did you answer the call with ‘Combustion’ and ‘Spontaneous’?”

“Because of this.” Leaning over and pressing a chaste kiss to Ace’s nose, a large flare came from the top of his head and engulfed his hat. His brain reset for a second before he pulled the cowboy hat off and started waving it. Covering his red face, you attempted to kiss him again.

The months after Ace’s rescue, you left the Marines. Lying and saying the Whitebeard pirates appeared from nowhere and took everyone out, it was too much for you to deal with. Living with Ace on the ship was a dream, neither good nor bad.

Original members of Whitebeard’s crew didn’t let you alone with the man they called Pops, you had to be escorted anywhere and everywhere, anytime you had to make a call was recorded and in face with Marco. With Ace healing and the news of his unknown long-time partner being a marine, saving him just after he was sentenced to die, and then magical Admiral Partner quiting their luxurious job to stay with him. It sounded fake. They didn’t believe it; you had to have been a ruse for them to lower their guard so the real Admirals can show up and kill both Ace and Whitebeard.

After dinner one night, Marco went to check on his little brother in his room. He paused outside the gently cracked door and peaked in. Bathed in candlelight and moonlight, two figures slow dance to no music. With just the feeling of their own heartbeats and whispers unheard, the big brother bird figured you were trustworthy enough.

#one piece #one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece fanfiction #mugiwara-communications #one piece headcanons #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace

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subskz · 9 months

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Aur right Miss Rin, I WANNA KNOW when u became a Stay. You honestly give Stay since Debut vibes (especially w/ ur love of Levanter) but I am often Wrong saur...

I, personally, only became a Stay in April 2021. My friends peer-pressured me into changing my pfp on Discord to Felix and I was like "He's actually p cute.. what group is he from?" and the rest is history. Now I'm the #1 Yeni Lover and Awkward Silence Enthusiast.

I also dragged my mom into this mess too in June 2021 (she's Felix biased with Chan as a bias wrecker and she also loves Hyunjin, Han, & Seungmin too). She went to the concert with me, so we both witnessed the infamous:

"Felix!!! Take me, Felix!!!" -Han Jisung; July 14, 2022

She laughed, I was absolutely Going Insane in the seat next to her with the thought: "The sub!skz council must know abt this"

ANYWAYS

Bonus Question: What's your favorite random Skz song? Can be a title track, b-side, solo, duet, trio, sub-unit, player, record, cover, etc.

Bonus BONUS Question: What's your favorite "era" for each member? For me, it's:

Chan - Miroh or Yellow Wood

Minho: Levanter (specifically all these looks⬇️ the satin(?) shirts with the sheer ascots)

Changbin: Go Live

Hyunjin: Oddinary

Han: I am Who?

Felix: Noeasy

Seungmin: 5-star

Jeongin: Maxident

hello my dearest pink! please the way u got into skz is killing me…lix is the most dangerous gateway drug huh 😭 what drew u to yeni? im wondering if back door being their most recent cb at the time had anything to do w it bc i think he shone so much in that era <3

i am unfortunately not a debut stay ㅠ but i’m kinda honored i give off that vibe hehe i got into skz in january 2019! my friend had been trying to get me into kpop for so long but i just never clicked w any groups she showed me…then one day i came across the name “stray kids” on twt and it stood out to me bc i thought it was cool! so i checked out i am you and immediately fell in love…my friend was so mad LOL. miroh will always hold a special place in my heart bc it was not only my first comeback w skz but their first win too!!

it’s so cute that u got ur mother into them too!! she has good taste 😼 I REMEMBER WHEN U SENT UR ASK ABT THAT LMAOO little did she know the absolute illness that unleashed on us all…a moment in sub skz history

hmm if im understanding the question right u mean just any random song out of their discography? if that’s the case i’ll go w silent cry! how abt u?

i agree so much abt lino’s levanter styling…the soft sweaters n silk shirts they had him in made him look so so angelic 😞 i’m a bit indecisive so i probably cant settle on just one era for each member heh

chan - i am you/go live

lino - levanter/i am who

binnie - miroh/go live

hyune - i am who/levanter

jisung - miroh/5 star

felix - yellow wood/oddinary

seungmo - 5 star/maxident

innie - maxident/in life

#ask #pink #in retrospect me getting into skz bc of i am you was like a preview of the way levanter would alter the course of my life forever #i am you is like her little sister to me…

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towardfatherhood · 4 months

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Why I Chose to Stay Faithful

It wasn't hope...

...in case you are wondering. Or sentimentality. I'd fully accepted that our marriage was on its deathbed.

"You can do whatever you want," came the assurances of well-meaning friends. "Your marriage is over; it's just a Piece of Paper down at the courthouse." I had heard this phrase before, but never had reason to give it any consideration until now. Suddenly, it mattered. My own marriage was the subject, and the predicate was personal.

It wasn't helplessness

Once upon a beautiful time on this lovely land, I raised a trio of dairy goats. Their daily contributions of warm, fresh, life-affirming nourishment were a joy to me. One sunny spring, one of the dams, whose unusually thin udder had earned her the moniker Tiny Tina, grew suddenly very thin. Dairy goats are rather squishy mammals, carrying their guts very low, slung from high, angular hip bones; a saggy bag of water swung from a sturdy coat hanger. But Tina's eyelids had grown pale. Her jaw swelled; her coat roughened. By the time I understood what was happening, this peaceful, wonderful animal had a fatal case of barber pole worms. I treated the worms and tried desperately to restore Tina's strength and vitality, but to no avail. Soon she was immobile on the barn floor, alone, shivering and murmuring to herself. Tina was dying.

I knew I could put Tina down quickly with my rusty old farm rifle, but the idea seemed so very brutal, a sudden and heartless end to a faithful partnership. After all she'd given, and now facing this undignified end, Tina deserved to find peace at her own pace.

It was hospice

I chose to care for Tina through her final days. In the brief moments between housekeeping and homeschooling, I visited Tina with blankets and gentle words, doing what I could to keep her clean and comfortable as she faded. It was hospice, as best I could manage. Understanding that she would soon die, I dug a small grave for her behind the barn. The ache in my arms and sweat on my back felt honoring to the work Tina and I had done together.

Tina died quietly two days later. I buried her just as quietly, without fanfare, steeped in solemn gratitude.

Every dying sentience deserves a dignified end. My marriage was such a being, a solemn partnership that fostered new lives and nourished growth. It broadened my horizons and showed me wisdom. As my teacher and friend lay wheezing, mortally ill, I refused to simply shoot it in the forehead, or turn my back and let it die alone, whilst I shopped for a new one. My marriage deserved my fidelity in death, just as it had in life.

It was the birth certificate

This is why I stayed faithful, why I chose care over abandonment: if my grief and feelings of disconnect could reduce my marriage to "just a Piece of Paper," then my marriage, at it's very core, had only ever been a piece of paper. It had only existed as a binding reality as long as I "felt" married. But the vow I had so solemnly taken, before God and my community, was “until death.” That piece of paper was a birth certificate, and I chose to sit alone with my ward, my marriage, my friend, until the bitter end.

It was an honor

I am proud of the care I gave, though it was draining, demanding, crushingly lonely at times. I stood at the edge of death, feeling its nearness, and I wept. I cried more in that year of stillness than in all my previous years of toil and effort. I was able to sit in such fidelity only with the adamant, warm, vociferous support of my family, close friends, church community, therapist and counselors. They comforted me, prayed for me, encouraged me, cried with me, checked on me, sent their notes and thoughts and love and care.

It was not alone

In that sense, I now at last realize, I was never alone in my fidelity. My entire community sat faithfully with my marriage in its final moments. My marriage died, not lonely or alone, but in the company of angels, carried in the stalwart love of a faithful people. As it should have. My marriage deserved that much.

#divorce #fidelity #toward fatherhood #marriage

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1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 17, 23 (primes)

HI ANDY HELLO !!!

1-the character everyone gets wrong

patri. he's not evil he was a) influenced by a devil b) a fifteen year old when he died and c) has actively tried to make up for what he's done even though he was in (mostly) full possession of his wits. he's not evil. he's literally mislead and turned around and then got TORTURED FOR IT??? he's just a guy also he's gay let him go your honor (i am smote by damnatio kira)

2-a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

FINRAL WOULD NEVERRRR TOP HE'S. ITS PART OF HIS CHARACTER THAT HE IS A WET RAG AND A PUSHOVER AND FOR ALL HIS WHINING ABOUT BEING EVERYONES SENIOR HE LETS THEM DO WHATEVER THEY WANT. if finral roulacase had to give orders in the bedroom he would burst into tears. he can't give orders to people in his squad who out here thinks he could top????

3-screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

you ever seen those "he would not fucking say that" posts? uh yeah. nacht faust is a RAT he would not be calling ANYONE some sweet pet name like 'angel' or whatever he's just. the way he shows affection is CANONICALLY insulting people.

5-worst discord server and why

i have never been in an official fandom server i guess? i am in one with my friends and my beloved right now and it's very good. im not fit to answer this question in conclusion. arson server is very nice :D

7-what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

im gonna be real here all the characters i dislike are because they do some fuckshit in canon,,,, i just hate them more if i see people doing some shit ig?

11-number of fandom-related words you've filtered

zero!

17-there should be more of this type of fic/art

finral fallen angel imagery but also put him in a dress. transfem finral is real and true to ME. also bird imagery finral based :D

23-ship you've unwillingly come around to

disaster trio but only when wild writes it bc i trust wild

#black clover #thank you :D

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-->And then -- time for a snowball fight! Because, well, it was cold, there was snow on the ground, so why not? XD They all ran around throwing snowballs at each other and having a lovely time for a few rounds (Smiler even getting a happy sentiment with both Victor and Alice about how much fun they were having) – but, unfortunately, Alice’s werewolf instincts interrupted and made her very testy and in need of a nap. *sigh* Darn finicky temperaments... So I ended the fight and let her get in a snooze in the snow by the bar while Victor headed over to the observatory to observe the sky (no new print, unfortunately) and Smiler went looking for frogs in all the frog logs (getting a Striped Leaf, Striped Eggplant, and Striped Dirt -- none of which they actually needed, but at least they can be used for breeding?). Alice woke up once her energy was better and her instincts quieted, then grabbed another plate of meat and cheese before running over to meet Victor and Smiler by the observatory, where they were making more snow angels. Everyone happily came together to spin some noisemakers and throw/blast confetti in honor of the holiday –

Just in time for the date to end on gold level! :D You love to see it. (Though I think all they got out of it was another VIP bucket – I wish that the date rewards were a little more varied!)

-->However, before they went home, I REALLY wanted them to get a cute trio shot together somewhere in the park. You know me and my love of taking in-game pictures of them, after all. :p After looking around (and unsuccessfully trying to direct them all to the same spot in front of one of the fish fountains just off-lot), I decided one of the corner fountains would do and had them head over there via their various teleports. I had Alice get out her tripod, then tried positioning it right outside the gap in the hedges leading to the fountain, hoping that would lead to a good shot. There was the usual trouble in trying to set UP the group shot – a bit of lag, Smiler insisting on presenting some flowers to Victor just before they were to wait for the photographer – but, having learned my lesson from previous attempts, I just shut off autonomy for a while before giving it another go –

Aaaand discovered that the camera was facing at the most awkward angle to the group EVER. XD Now, fortunately, when your camera is on a tripod, you can actually spin it around 360 degrees to get a better angle. UNFORTUNATELY, when I did that, Victor and Smiler were half-behind the hedges, meaning there really was no better angle. *facepalm* I took a few snaps just because I wanted SOMETHING from the date, but I don’t know if any of these will be going up on the wall! At least, not where visitors can see. :p

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #yeah why not the trio hadn't had a snowball fight in a while #as usual poor Victor got picked on #though he got in a good shot or two himself #and yes that is Felipe Sisson jogging by in a COMPLETELY inappropriate for the weather outfit in a couple of shots #dude I know you're trying to keep healthy but you don't have to give yourself frostbite doing it XD #(she says as she makes Alice sleep in the snow in her human form)#I was really hoping for more luck with Smiler's frogs but alas #at least I might be able to breed one they need out of them #and if not -- plasma packs #and yeah I thought I was lined up perfectly for a nice shot #and then the game went into the actual picture-taking mode and #XD I mean I TRIED #they probably have enough pictures of themselves on the walls anyway #again I ask for a photo album object #be so much easier #queued

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