#ben hardy one shots

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ben hardy and soulmate + teacher au?

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Soulmates were not for everyone, and some considered them to be folk tales. Not everyone had someone out there for them, and most would never meet them. Yet, there was something about knowing you were tethered to someone out there that made it all possible. Anything you ever dreamed of seemed real when the prospect of having another half to share it with was real.

Yet, life didn't stop when finally found the one. And it definitely didn't stop while you were actively looking for one either.

The coffee maker in the kitchen beeped, as you walked over, clad in socks to prepare your warm coffee, which you would end up drinking cold anyway. The teaching lesson you had prepared the night before was on the counter, ready to be taught to your class as you began to slip on your vans, a signature piece in all your teaching outfits. There was something about commandeering the classroom in vans that made you feel invincible, especially when you were teaching high school alone for the first time.

When the principal, your good friend Robbie Andrews approached you about being a solo teacher, after years of working with a partner, you took up the opportunity quickly. It had been something you dreamt about for a long time, and you were finally there.

But now the nerves were showing, your hands slightly shaking at the thought of having to reel in a bunch of 9th graders in the subject of English and Writing.

Your phone pinged from the living room, as you crossed the kitchen, disconnecting your phone from the charger attached to the wall. The screen was lit with a text from your best friend, the person who had been teaching Math for as long as you had.

'Ready?'

'Ready as I'll ever be, I guess. What about you?'

'I'm already on campus, teacher meeting before class starts. Hurry up, teach!'

"Shit," you cursed out loud as you grabbed your bag, making sure everything was inside as you spilled your coffee on the floor. "Dammit!"

Placing a towel over it, you quickly cleaned it up before grabbing your keys and running out the door, going into your car, and driving as quickly and safely as you could to campus. Immediately parking, you ran across the lot to the auditorium where all the teachers were waiting, the meeting barely beginning. Skidding into a seat next to Ben, you glared at him.

"Seriously? You forgot to remind me?"

"Nah," he smirked, "I figured you wouldn't remember so I just wanted to surprise you."

"Ass."

The meeting went on as you took mental notes about protocols and welcomed the new staff for the year. As the meeting was about to conclude, the principal called everyone's attention to Ben and yourself, as he congratulated both of you on another year at the campus. Dismissing everyone, you and Ben walked to your respective classes, across the way from each other as you gave him a hug.

"You ready?" you asked him as he nodded and smiled.

"Hey, where's your coffee?" Ben asked as you frowned. "Dropped it again?"

Nodding, he sighed before smiling.

"I'll get you another, just text me your order."

"Thanks, Ben." you smiled before you both walked into your classrooms.

Sighing, you placed your items on the desk, and picked up the whiteboard marker, writing your name on the board for everyone to see. Remembering that you had made a schedule of the day, your hands pushed the pieces of paper on your desk as you gripped the schedule before beginning to write it out on the board.

That had been a suggestion you had received from a former student, and you took it to heart, knowing some students get anxious not knowing what was next on the agenda for the day.

The commotion was heard outside your classroom, as you connected your phone to the speakers, playing your favorite songs, and your laptop to the projector, as the presentation was projected for the first day.

"Let's do this."

-

The day had progressed rather quickly, as you got to know your new students in the first and second periods, having the third period to relax before getting your homeroom students, where you organized a game to play with everyone. Lunchtime couldn't come faster, as you and Ben headed over to the fast food place across the way, grabbing lunch and settling back into your classroom, making room on your now messy desk.

"So, how has it been?" he asked as you smiled.

"Good! Seems like I am connecting with them better than I was last year, that's for sure." he laughed as he remembered an incident with a student last year. "Please don't-"

"Remember when you got pied in the face that one time while you were giving the lecture on Charles Dickens?" Ben's laugh filled your classroom as you chucked a tiny container of salsa at him, as it missed and landed on the floor. "That was a classic."

"I couldn't get the whipped cream out of my cardigan after that! I think they dyed it because it only turned all my socks pink instead of cleaning it after I washed it."

"Well, at least you won't have that happening anymore." he sighed as he frowned. "Hey, have you heard anything from your soulmate recently?"

You shook your head as Ben mirrored your actions. "He's been quiet recently." sighing, you undid your ponytail and let your hair hang loose, "Maybe he stopped being such a daredevil and is being safe now, considering all the injuries I got while he was out doing some crazy stuff."

He nodded, a pondering look on his face, as he shrugged. "Mine has been quiet, she hasn't been doing much recently. But something happened today that was odd."

Tilting your head, you took a bite from your tacos as he continued.

"I could hear music in the distance and it sounded a lot like Metallica, which was odd considering the last thing I heard them play was Whitney Houston."

"Clearly, their music taste is amazing." you laughed as he nodded with a sad smile.

"I really want to see them already."

"Me too."

-

Your fourth period came around, as the students piled inside, everyone taking a seat wherever they wanted as you opened up the same presentation you did in your last classes.

"Good afternoon everyone!" they echoed your welcome as you smiled, "Alrighty, who's ready to play a game?"

They cheered as you opened up Kahoot, a classic classroom game that clearly hyped up their energy as the classroom erupted into louder cheers.

As everyone signed in, you began the game, everyone cheering and arguing when it came to certain rounds. Suddenly, your classroom door opened as you looked up, noticing a certain blonde in the doorway, holding two coffees directly from your favorite coffee shop.

"Lifesaver! Thank you!"

He smiled as you gave him a half-hug before he waved at the students and walked into his classroom.

"Miss Y/n?" a student raised their hand as you nodded, walking back to your desk and pausing the game. "Is Mr. Hardy your boyfriend?"

You chuckled and smiled, "No he isn't, we're just good friends. We've been teaching here together for a few years now."

A chorus of oohs was heard across the classroom as a blush enveloped your cheeks.

"Look! Miss Y/n is blushing!"

"Wait, guys! What about Mr. Hardy being her soulmate?" one student yelled out as everyone began agreeing, trying to connect the dots between your friendship as you watched in amusement, a blush coating your cheeks.

"Alright, alright! Let's get back to Kahoot! I have donuts for the winners!"

The chatter slowly died down, not going away completely as everyone's attention was turned back to the game, some still talking about the friendship between the two teachers.

Your mind began to wander, as the students kept playing, their words echoing in your mind. All those times you felt pain and anguish from your soulmate, Ben had mentioned getting hurt in small incidents at home, wether that be with his skateboard or practicing his drums in the music room. They seemed really distant in the moment, but looking back, you realized it was a possibility.

Having mentioned that he heard Metallica and Whitney Houston being played, you remember playing two distinct songs for your game in first period, realizing the connection was getting bigger the more you began digging into memories with Ben.

What if your best friend was your soulmate? There was only one way to find out.

They mentioned that soulmates have tattoos on their body that their other half mirror and both people share one image on their bodies. This made everyone unique from other partnerships, and you had never shown Ben yours.

Finishing the class, you dismissed everyone as the bell rang for the end of the day, everyone now piling out of classroom and into thier cars to begin the journey home, as you stayed behind, wanting to have everything organized for the next day.

"Y/n?" Ben called out as you smiled and let him come inside your class. "You ready to go?"

"Almost," you sighed as you finished placing the notebooks on the shelf you made for your students, each with their own name and class period so you can remember which one is which without needing to read chicken scratch on the front.

"Hey, Ben?" he tilted his head, "Do you still have your soulmate tattoo?"

He nodded, "Haven't seen it go anywhere just yet."

"Can I see it?"

Shocked, he gulped, before nodding. Grabbing the end of his flannel, the slipped it off his shoulders, exposing the black t-shirt adorning his torso. He sighed shakily, before pulling up the shirt, and turning around, as you let out an audible gasp.

There it was, the mirror to your own tattoo.

"Ben?"

He turned his head and locked eye contact over his shoulder.

"It's me."

Your words did not register in his mind immediately, as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration before realization hit. Eyes widening, he let the shirt drop, as he placed his hands on your waist.

"Y/n?"

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, as he smiled.

"We are soulmates?"

All you could do was nod, as he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into a hug as you placed yours on his back, pulling him closer.

"God, I love you."

"I love you too."

Unbeknownst to you, your students had been standing outside the classroom, peering in through the window as they cheered silently, knowing their plan had worked.

Soulmates were hard to find, and some never end up finding their own pair, living in the world without another half.

Yet, yours was right next to you, for the last 8 years.

You couldn't ask for more.

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The Woman He Didn't Choose part 2🥀

AU Bachelor!Miguel O'Hara x Fem contestant Reader

Synopsis: the aftermath of the show as you and Miguel move on(sort of). The first part is mostly from his POV then transitions into your experience on the spinoff show- Singles in Paradise where you have a second shot at finding love. Word count: 6k

A/N: Sorry to any Xina fans, I made her OOC and quite mean in this one. I haven't read the comics but from what I've heard of her and seen so far she's one of the canon love interests I like the most. (Even tho I shamelessly self ship with Miguel lolol bc as far as I know ATSV Miguel is separate from comic Miguel Soo until we hear otherwise I'm gonna be delulu.)

Also, I am sorry if any of the couple pairings in this part bother you, it's purely for the purpose of the plot since we're supposed to be on another dating show and I am too lazy to create a bunch of OCs. If you're unfamiliar with the show Bachelor in Paradise, here's a clip to give you an idea. Basically, it's another dating show usually in a tropical location where single people couple up, and new arrivals come in every so often and ask people on dates to shake things up, leading to drama and chaos, and couples can choose to stay together or break up in the end and there's typically an engagement. DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NO RIGHTS TO THE SHOWS THE BACHELOR OR BACHELOR IN PARADISE, ALL RIGHTS TO THE OWNERS. I CHANGED THE NAME OF THE SHOW IN THE STORY.

TW: MINORS DNI, ANGST, RACIAL MICROAGGRESSIONS ABOUT ESL AND FAMILY STRUCTURE(IF THAT'S SENSITIVE FOR YOU PLEASE SKIP ❤️) EMOTIONAL ABUSE, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, ALCOHOL ,DOWNPLAYING MENTAL HEALTH STRUGGLES, LITTLE BIT OF EMOTIONAL CHEATING ON MIGUEL'S PART, STRUGGLES WITH RELIGION AND FAITH, MENTION BULLYING AND FAMILY STRUGGLES, BREAK-UP, FANTASIZING, JEALOUSY, INSECURITY, CLASSISM, MODERATE SMUT(P IN V BUT IT'S ONLY MENTIONED NOT FULLY DETAILED, THESE ONES ARE DETAILED: DRY HUMPING, HEAVY MAKING OUT, AND FINGERING. ALSO, VOYEURISM-ISH)

(couple pairings are Ben Reilly and Felicia Hardy, Jessica Drew and Noir, George Stacey and MJ, Xina Kwan and Miguel O'Hara, not saying anything else bc spoilers)

Part 1 , Part 3

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"Miguel!"

Miguel looks up abruptly from a spot on the floor he was zoning out on to look at Xina's slightly annoyed expression. "Hydrangeas or peonies for the guest tables, babe?" she repeats, standing next to the sample table where the wedding planner and florist awaited with anxious eyes. 

Miguel blinks rapidly. "It doesn't matter to me, baby...um...." he points to the peony arrangement. "That one." 

Xina huffs and turns to look at the planner and florist. "We'll do the hydrangeas." 

Miguel smirks and puts his hands in his pockets. "Now, why would you ask me my opinion if you're going to just pick the one you wanted?" 

Xina's annoyed look softens subtly but she shakes her head. "It's mostly the bride's day, you know. You're just supposed to show up." 

Miguel smiles. "Well, I guess you don't need me to come to the wedding planning dinner tonight? Since you seem to have it all handled?"

Xina groans. "Miguel! You said you'd be there! Have you even read through Exodus like I asked you to?" 

Miguel feels his cheeks burn. "Shit...um, no..." 

Xina shoots a glare at the wedding planner and the florist and makes a shooing motion with her hand. They both put their heads down and quickly leave the room, giving them privacy. Miguel adjusts his tie, a little bit thrown off by her dismissive actions towards the staff. 

Xina sits down at the table and pours herself a glass of ice water. She takes a long sip and sighs, looking at Miguel. "Babe...," she says in a low voice. "You know that getting married in the church is a top priority for me. You know what it means to me..." 

Miguel's eyebrows knit together with worry. "I know it is..." he rapidly crosses the room to join her and kneels in front of her, hands on her thighs. She squirms away from him a little and purses her lips, looking down. 

"Promise me you'll catch up on your Bible reading by next week and set up an appointment with the missionaries?" 

Miguel hesitates for just a fraction of a second in his mind but he answers her, almost a little too quickly, "Of course I will." 

Xina manages to give him a little smile, fiddling with the top button on his shirt. "Love you..." 

"Love you too." 

---

Later that evening, Xina and Miguel are sitting next to each other at a large, circular, oak table across from her parents, eating dinner in their mansion of a home. 

Xina's mother makes a face when she takes a bite of the salmon. 

"Something wrong with it, hun?" Xina's father asks, dishing himself some potatoes. 

Xina's mother spits the bite into a napkin. "Rex!" She barks. An older, balding man with a kind face and chef's uniform enters the dining room. "Yes, ma'am?" 

"Salmon's not up to par, I'm afraid." She pushes the dish towards the puzzled chef. 

"M' sorry ma'am. Can I make you anything else you'd like instea-"

She cuts him off. "No, my appetite's ruined. That's all, Rex." 

The chef looks down in shame at the dish he worked hard on, picking it up with shaky hands and shuffling quickly out of the dining room. 

Miguel tightens his grip on his fork and shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. He had not seen this side of Xina's parents. But, it was only their third time meeting, so he did his best to concentrate on who he was really there for, Xina. He took another bite of his roast beef. 

Once the old man was out of earshot, Xina's mother tuts her teeth. "Sorry, he's insufferable... I don't know what we'll do with him.... is your roast beef even edible, dear?" She asks Miguel. 

Miguel inhales slowly, trying to stifle his outrage on the chef's behalf but Xina's father cuts in. 

"So, Miguel," Xina's father says, breaking the silence. "Your folks are planning on driving down on the... 25th, right? For the rehearsal dinner?" 

Miguel nods, blotting his lips with a cloth napkin. "Yes, sir." 

"Remind me who's coming?" He asks, pouring a generous helping of gravy on his potatoes. 

Miguel clears his throat. "My younger brother, Gabe, and my mother-"

"Right, your father's not in your life." Xina's father says, waving his fork. 

Miguel's lips fall open and he blinks in disbelief at the abruptness of his statement. I mean, he wasn't lying, per se. Miguel took a sip of his wine, trying to chalk it up to just him not choosing his words carefully, that's all. 

"Right, he's not..." Miguel says, straightening in his chair. 

Xina's mother pipes up, "You know, that's really such an inspiration on your part. Most people like you with your background end up on the streets, or worse." 

Miguel abruptly stops cutting his meat, first looking at Xina's mother, who sat with a smile on her face looking at him, to her husband, who was too occupied with his potatoes to even care, to Xina who was just looking at her lap, clearly a little embarrassed at her comment, but stayed silent. 

It got worse. She continues, "... wouldn't even guess that English isn't your first language. You're so well spoken for someone like you." 

At that point, Miguel is so uncomfortable that he stands up abruptly, removing his napkin from his lap and setting it next to his wine glass.

"...if you'll excuse me..." he briskly walks out, making sure to close the front door a little extra loudly than he normally would. 

Miguel paces in the driveway, taking deep breaths. He exhales a little bit when he sees Xina, but he's met with a different reaction than he was expecting. 

"What the hell are you doing?" she hisses, wrapping her cardigan tighter around her stomach. 

Miguel's face contorts in confusion, "Babe..that comment your mom made-" 

"It's just how she is, Miguel!" Xina says, her annoyance starting to make itself apparent as her face comes into view. 

Miguel is now even more confused. 

"Just come back inside, please?" Xina looks around, hoping none of the neighbors were witnessing their spat. 

Miguel takes a step back, his face hurt. "Xi...what's got into you...?" 

"Look, I'm sorry that she said it, okay? But that's just how she is. She doesn't have a filter. Old people are just like that. Now she's upset because you stormed out." 

Miguel becomes angry now. "Babe. I understand your parents are from a different generation and your mom has a certain way of... communicating." He sighs. "But what she said was kind of racist. I felt extremely uncomfortable." 

Xina looks up at the sky in utter aggravation, "Okay! Fine! You're right! It was totally racist, okay? Happy? I'll talk to her about it later, but I really don't wanna fight anymore about this. We're supposed to walk down the aisle in three and a half weeks. They're just stressed because they're not only hosting my family, they're hosting yours too. I'm stressed, you're stressed. We all are..." 

Miguel takes a deep breath. Now he's second guessing himself and his feelings. Did he overreact? The last thing he wanted was for them to dislike him. They were his future in-laws after all. Even though Miguel is hurt she won't defend him and is downplaying his feelings, he decides to shove them aside for her sake. Miguel looks down at her, taking her waist in his hands. She flinches a little and tries to pull back at first, but remains where she's standing when he holds her a little tighter.

"I'm sorry...okay? I'm sorry for being an ass..." Miguel can't help but feel a little odd that he's the one apologizing, but he continues. "Let's go back inside, yeah? Maybe we can go on a date this Friday, just to get away from all this wedding planning stuff." 

Xina gives him a half smile and takes his hand in hers. "Deal..." 

----

Later that night as Miguel showered in his shared apartment with Xina, he kept replaying their fight over and over again. He didn't know what it was, but lately, Xina was showing a very different side of herself. One that was completely the opposite of the soft spoken sweetheart he fell in love with when the cameras were rolling

He knew that she was religious when he proposed, but had the impression she was more of an Easter and Christmas-only attendee. Her devoutness amped up shortly after their engagement. Her pressure for him accept Jesus and get baptized so they could be married in her church started making him realize he bit off a little more than he could chew.

He felt a phony when she'd ask him to pray over meals and when he'd be called on to read a passage in Sunday School, like he wasn't supposed to be there. His scientific-inclined brain clashed with the idea of a magical being in the sky who would send him to Hell if he touched himself.

Furthermore, Xina demonstrated that she could be quite insensitive to his feelings, and he couldn't unsee the way his future in-laws poorly treated their chef in front of him, and the casual microaggressions they were throwing out about him and his family.

His whole childhood, he was bullied for his accent and for being one of the kids who would get pulled out of class for extra tutoring because he was so far behind everyone else. He was used to being doubted and constantly faced taunts from his classmates and teachers. Conchata was generally the better parent compared to George, but unfortunately that wasn't saying much. 

She put immense pressure on Miguel to do well and excel in everything, constantly shifting the goalposts for the near impossible standards she expected him to reach. 

But, he worked his ass off and eventually started reading two grade levels above his current grade and took home placing trophies in Math and Science olympiads. It wasn't long before Ivy League schools set their sights on him, and he went on to be the successful geneticist he was today, even buying Conchata a new house despite their volatile relationship. 

Throughout it all, he never felt ashamed of where he came from, or his heritage. Nevertheless, it was something he was still was VERY sensitive about and he told Xina about it many times which is why it stung when she couldn't defend him. He even told you about it. 

Oh God....you. This was the first time in a while that he finally allowed his mind to dwell on you for longer than a minute. He remembered how receptive you were when he told you. For once, he didn't hear a, "well at least you have it better than most", or a "cheer up, it's not so bad," when he explained his life story. Instead, you listened carefully with a soft look in your eyes and one of your hands resting on top of his, letting him know that the way he felt was completely valid. Something he didn't realize could be so healing when he heard you say that in that moment.

On top of that, your family was so...kind. Your mom even went out of her way to whip up an extra loaf of banana bread just for him when she caught wind that it was his favorite. Your siblings treated him like he was just another member of the family and it was a little unreal how seamlessly he got along with all of them. And, he distinctly remembered how gracious every single one of them were to the restaurant staff when you all went to lunch, with no awkward, demeaning energy like Xina's parents unfortunately demonstrated at dinner tonight. The cameras must have kept them on their best behavior until their true selves could come out once they turned off. 

He's about to do something he knows he shouldn't, but he can't resist. He unblocks you on Instagram. (He has only one post on his own account and it's from when he was announced as The Eligible Suitor, the show forced him to create one for publicity's sake, he actually loathes social media in all forms). 

And there you were, smiling with your friends at brunch. Another one of you showing off your new dog you rescued from the shelter named Hamilton, and your gorgeous headshot of you in a swimming suit for your debut on Singles in Paradise, where you and other rejected candidates from the show were all going to go at it in a fancy beach resort in Mexico. 

Man, you looked good, curves on full display. The smile that he fell in love with was spread across your lovely face. The same one he was responsible for erasing when he broke your heart with less than 10 words on a tranquil beach in Thailand months earlier. 

Now, you seemed happier. Trying to carry on with life as though he was never there. Like he didn't haunt your dreams and the sound of his name didn't cause the sting of a thousand burns to scorch through your body. Like you were never the first girl he ever spilled his cum into during that sexy night in the Fairytale Suites, remnants of him imprinted somewhere deep inside you. 

Xina climbs into bed next to him and he closes out of Instagram immediately, ashamed that he let his mind wander. Her hand wanders down to his cock and it's not long until he's pounding into her. His mind struggles desperately to fight off the memory of the way your lips parted in ecstasy the whole time she's underneath him.

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A few days later

"What the fuck, Miguel?!" Xina screams at him over the phone. Miguel holds the phone away from his ear for a moment, the sound too harsh against his eardrum. She was upset at him this time for his interview on a morning talk show, promoting their upcoming wedding which was supposed to be aired live as the show's long awaited special before Singles in Paradise made its debut. 

The host smiled and leaned on her elbow. 

"Now, Miguel. Eligible Suitor's number one fan blog is releasing rumors that you only chose Xina because she was the safer option compared to y/n, the season's edgier "bad girl". Is there some truth to that statement, or can you elaborate on that? 

Miguel nods slowly, a little bit of panic settling in on the inside,  wondering how the hell the fan pages were eerily accurate, despite him not giving away any hints about his internal struggles regarding his engagement to the press that he was aware of. 

"Well, as the man chosen to be the Eligible Suitor, there are certain expectations for me and who I ultimately end up with...Xina fit in well with my family. She had all the qualities of the ideal partner. Overall, it just seemed to be a better match..." 

"But you're making it sound like if say, y/n for example had all of that, would you have picked her instead?" 

Miguel hesitates, turning a little red. He wasn't good at lying. "Well, I mean..." 

Awkward silence that lasts a little too long. 

He quickly tries to recover but he ends up making it worse, "I mean, what's done is done. There's not really a point in wondering about that, you know....? We-we're very excited for the wedding..." 

It wasn't longer than a minute after the show cut to commercial that his phone was ringing off the hook. 

"Tell me right now that you love me, and not her, or I swear to God, Miguel I will call off this whole thing!" She says through tears. 

Miguel sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. Now he really felt like a jerk. 

"I do love you baby..." 

Xina is still distraught and doesn't seem to want to listen. "After everything we've been through. I've supported you. I got along with your mom, I got an apartment with you. I even supported you through all that mental health bullshit of yours and you still can't even defend me on live television and say you love me more than that broke piece of trash!" 

Miguel freezes. "Hold on, mental health bullshit....?" Miguel really hopes that he didn't just hear what he thought he heard. He does his best to keep his anger at bay but he can feel it rising anyway. "So, all of the internal struggles I trusted you enough to tell you about....my depression which is something that will ALWAYS be a part of me, Xina...you think it's bullshit?" 

Xina sputters, "Miguel, no, I didn't mean it like that. It's just...ugh you are just so hard to deal with sometimes, you know? I totally understand and respect the fact that you're going through a lot right now, but so am I. And I can't sit here and coddle you through everything if you don't get help." 

Miguel's world comes shattering down. His worst fear that started to creep into the back of his mind ever since about 2 weeks after he proposed to Xina had just been confirmed to be true: she was not at all the woman he thought she was. It was merely an act for the show, and, with the help of the producers and audience, they pushed him towards her simply because she was the woman they wanted to see him with, when his heart truly lied with you the whole time. 

And now, you were on a beach in Mexico probably getting courted by all sorts of men who could give you way more than Miguel ever could, while he was left to contend with a broken heart and a cancelled wedding. 

He says in a shaky voice. "I was getting help...I told you I started therapy. I trusted you with THE most sensitive parts of me, Xina. And you threw it in my face. By the way, why do you say y/n is broke trash, as you put it, huh?" 

"Miguel, stop putting words in my mouth..." 

"Nononono...you LITERALLY said it, Xi. Don't start with your gaslighting bullshit on me!" Miguel is raising his voice now. "You called her broke trash. Let me guess: you shoo away our wedding planners, your parents treat your chef like complete shit. She has less money and prospects than you, therefore she's just trash, right? Well, I came from hardly anything, too. Does that make me trash? Huh?" 

There's only silence on the other line, then she says, "Miguel, you're different..." 

"No. No, Xina. You're different. You're not who I thought you were, and I think we shouldn't be marrying each other." Hot tears spill down Miguel's face and he hangs up his phone. He presses his back against the wall, sliding down until he hides his face in his hands, sobbing on the floor. 

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A few weeks later at a beach bungalow resort in Mexico

"Welcome back to another season of: Singles in Paradise, I'm your host, Jason Donner and boy is it good to be back!" Jason beams, flashing his pearly whites at the camera. 

You hear your cue and you walk out, clad in a white bikini with a pretty purple coverup wrapped around your midriff with the knot resting on your hip, emphasizing the curve, a certain post-break up glow about you that immediately made you hard to resist, a confident twinkle in your eye. You greet Jason with a hug and he holds your hands in his. 

"Great to see you. Feelin' nervous?" 

You flash a lovely smile at him, playing it up for the cameras. "Just a little bit. But I'm more so excited than nervous." 

Jason's lips curve into a smirk. "Anyone down there on that beach you're hoping to run into?" 

Miguel. 

No, you hadn't really thought about it. Noir was pretty cute. You throw his name out there. "I hope Noir is down there..." 

Jason nods, giving your shoulder a good luck squeeze. "Well, go on down there and see for yourself. Good luck! And welcome to paradise once again." 

"Thanks, Jas!" You play it up, giving him a little flirty wink as you walk down the stone path and disappear into some trees, making your way to the beach. Necks turn slowly and you feel your heart pound as several pairs of eyes land on you. 

Felicia Hardy is standing at the beach side resort bar waiting on her piña colada with a bad case of RBF. But, her snowy eyes melt into an enthusiastic expression when she sees you. 

"Noooo way!!! Oh my GOD, you're even hotter in person! Girl! What!!" 

You beam, flattered as she pulls you into a hug. Her long, platinum blonde hair hangs loose from a claw clip with the ponytail flowing in waves that brush against her back, a few stray wisps framing her face. She's wearing a dark blue tube top dress which is doing her figure all types of favors, accentuating her goddess-like pear shape. And, she smells totally divine of coconut body spray, evidence of sunbathing apparent in her sunkissed cheeks and tan lines. 

"Holy shit, where'd you get your outfit?" She asks, giving her piña colada a sip, shamelessly eyeing you up from head to toe.

You smile, giving her a little twirl. "Girl, $20 at Marshall's for the whole thing. I swear to God."

"No way! Oh my God, I love that place!" Felicia smiles. "I gotta say I'm a huge fan of you. Dude, that pissed me off so fucking bad when Miguel fucked you over like that."

You smile back at her, flattered. You can tell that you definitely want to have Felicia be your beach bestie throughout this whole process. She had been the Eligible Suitorette about 2 seasons ago. Her tenure was one that went down in the show's history, the way she didn't take any shit, and had so many guys falling all over her. But, unfortunately her engagement to Flash Thompson went down in flames when his dumb ass eventually got caught cheating, making fans of the show rally around her even more.

"So, I guess I should give you the low down on who's coupled up with who so far?" She asks.

You nod, familiar with this part of the game. "Yes, please. Oh my God, tell me everything."

You two go sit down on a pair of beach chairs, turning them so your knees are touching each other, leaning in close together for your woman to woman huddle, the cameras zooming in on you both.

"Okay, so first of all, I'm with Ben." She gleams, biting her lip. You follow her gaze and see Ben shirtless, playing volleyball with some of the other men, his baby blues are locked right back on Felicia with his angelic, pretty boy face. He nods and gives you a polite wave hello.

"Girrrrrrllllll...." You smile, turning back to her. "Good for you, honestly, he is SO damn fine, respectfully of course."

Felicia throws her head back and waves you off with a laugh. "Girl, thank you. No worries at all. Yeah, he's uh, he's something else alright." She bites her lip again and looks down. "He treats me so good. It's going really well..."

You give her a warm look, the unmistakable signs of falling head over heels quite recognizable all over her demeanor and the way she's talking about him.

Felicia resumes her report. "Noir is here, but he's got a thing for Jess."

You feel slightly disappointed to hear that but nod, encouraging her to continue.

"Peter B. is here, but it's been kinda awkward. MJ is here too."

"No fucking way?" You sit up, interested. "They really invited both of them here?"

Peter B. and MJ were considered royalty as far as the show goes, with Peter being one of the most beloved suitors of the show's history. However, that quickly became tainted with scandal with the volatile on-and-off nature of his and MJ's relationship. They got engaged at the end of his season, then they were "taking some time apart", then they reunited, but he was seen in the Barbados with some mysterious brunette, but she was also out and about with no engagement ring. BUT, they were spotted in Chicago holding hands and all over each other in a night club just a month ago

"Yeah girl, I have no fucking clue. They're clearly off at the moment , but you can totally tell it's bugging Peter. She's all over George right now."

"Girl noooo. George Stacy?!"

"George, fucking-Stacy, girlll."

George had troubling political opinions and was known for being quite a douche. BUT he was also well over 6 feet tall with ocean eyes, big arms, and money. Well, for you, personally, no way in hell you'd tolerate that.

"MJ hates me though." Felicia warns.

"Wait, why??"

"She thinks I "stole her man" even though Peter was literally throwing himself at me when they were on break number 394 or some shit." Felicia chuckles, shaking her head, stirring her piña colada which is now becoming a watery slush. She pauses for a moment then looks at you. "So, girl, tell me, who did you have your eyes on coming here?"

"Well..." You sigh, the options so far were not promising. "I did think Noir was cute, but he's already with Jess."

"You could still invite him on a date, technically." Felicia points out. "But, I understand. He does reallyyy seem to be into her right now. It would be hard to try and pull him at this point." She drums her fingers. "Girl! Go for Peter. Oh my God you guys would be so cute!"

You blush internally. Peter? You hadn't given him much thought. You turn around, searching for him. He's standing in the ocean a few feet away up to his ankles. He turns to the side a little, and the wind blows open his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt as he leans down to examine one of the seashells under his feet.

Oh God, he was handsome. 6'2, lean muscles peppered with dark hair that ran across his chest and belly button, and a shadow of stubble on his face gave him a rugged feel, but those chocolate puppy brown eyes made him look so innocent. One of his cheeks had a little dimple that would pop out when he made that signature little smirk of his.

"Fffuck...really, girl?" You murmur, your jaw practically still hanging open at the sight of him. "But I thought you two were a thing?"

Felicia smirks. "Hell no! I rejected him forever ago. You sooo like him! I can tell. Just do it!"

You take a shaky breath. "God...okay, fuck it. I'm gonna go talk to him."

"Good luck!" Felicia calls after you. "Come find me afterwards and tell me everything!!"

You nod and shoot her a smile as you walk away. You bite your lip, your stomach doing all sorts of flips and tricks as you approach Peter. He has sort of a hopeless look on his face as he watches George and MJ from afar cuddled up on their beach towels, George's rough hands rubbing sunscreen into her shoulders as he was practically eye-fucking her.

"Peter!" You call for him. Peter turns, confused at the sound of a woman's voice calling for him, but his pupils go wide when he locks eyes with you for the first time.

"H-Hey!" His lips part a little bit at the sight of your gorgeous hair and friendly smile. His eyes start to land on your figure but he quickly flicks them back upwards to look into yours, not wanting to look like a perv. God, he was so cute. He offers you one of his hands, his voice gentle. "I'm Peter B."

You introduce yourself and he repeats your name back to you. The way he says it is making you scream a little on the inside, his voice is soothing and low. And suddenly you want to know more, so much more about him. And with the way he's gazing down at you, he does too.

You two just stand there in the ocean, chatting as the wind rustles against you both. Soon, the sun is starting to dip further down in the sky and you feel a chill coming on. Peter notices the goosebumps on your arms and wraps his shirt around you, holding you under his arm as you both meander back to the beach.

You squeal when he swoops you into a bridal style carry, butterflies appear in his stomach when he feels your hair brush under his chin, and he's almost tempted to pull you in closer. No, he decides there's plenty of time for that later, if all of this continues to go as flawlessly as it is already. He sets you down on one of the poolside cabanas, spreading a blanket over your legs. You curl up under it, shooting him a smile of appreciation. He looks at you with adoring eyes at how cute you look curled up like that.

"Can I get you something to drink?" He asks gently, the tips of his fingers brushing against your thigh, sending a chill down your spine.

"Um, vodka cranberry, please." You say sweetly. Peter gives you his signature smirk, the little dimple in his cheek driving you wild. His fingers make full contact with your thigh this time, stealing the breath from your lungs.

"Coming right up..." he's off to get you your drink, leaving you internally screaming by the pool.

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Jason is leaning against a palm tree, silently monitoring the scene of flirtatious couples below when a tall dark figure approaches him. The camera stays on Jason and captures the look of shock across his face.

"Well, well, WELL! Look who it is, great to see you man!"

The man's face isn't shown, and it appears his response is being muted off mic, Jason's voice is the only audible one, the camera focusing on his reactions with the mystery guest,

"Wow...I'm so sorry to hear that man...yeah, yeah she's here. And you're sure about this.....? Alright, well here's your date card, feel free to use it whenever you wish. Good luck down there man."

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You and Peter are laughing together by the pool, the alcohol slowly starting to weave its way into your banter. The daybed you're sharing is just a smidge too small, forcing your thigh to touch his as you squish on it together, bodies laying side by side. When you ask him a question, you subtly push yours a little closer into his. Peter seems to notice your increasing touch, his train of thought stalling for just one minute, before he turns pink and apologizes. "Sorry, must be the alcohol," he mumbles cutely, looking sheepishly at you.

"Yeah, the alcohol..." you tease, your pointer finger traces his sternum. His breath hitches and he's looking at you with wet lips, his eyes come to rest on your breasts that are squished so deliciously together.

You're looking back at him too, letting your eyes rake over his body up and down, admiring how good he looks and how the faded blue lights from the pool are casting a sensual shadow over his form, wondering how it would look if it were in the darkness of your bedroom instead.

Peter clears his throat. The nervousness catching up to him, and he turns his head, gazing at the shimmering water. "Sorry..." he lets out a breathy chuckle, then turns back to you. "I haven't connected this quickly with someone ever since...well I mean, since my last relationship which ended badly..... As I'm sure you're well aware of thanks to the press."

You hum, your finger now tracing little circles on his shoulder, making him tremble slightly. "Yeah....I heard. I'm kind of in the same boat."

You take a deep sigh. God, just when you thought you were getting over him, Miguel pulls you right back in. Being with Peter right now feels foreign, strange. You can't put a finger on it. You notice that those decadent brown eyes are already fixed on you, and you stare back, your voice oozing a hint of desire as you softly tell him,

"But, I wouldn't mind if I...spent some more time getting to know you."

Peter exhales softly, you detect the sweetness of the liquor on his breath, the wetness that the rim of his glass left behind is shiny on his bottom lip, and all you want to do is taste.

Peter slowly smirks back, his fingers coming to pull under your chin, bringing your face closer to his.

"I wouldn't mind either..." lust codes his voice now. But, before he goes in to kiss you, his eyes soften a little bit as he drinks in your features. "You're very beautiful..."

You feel the heat rising in your body, you drape one of your legs around him, resting your knee on his hip. "Thank you..."

Peter lets out a soft groan, his hand immediately comes to grip your thigh, encouraging you to press your body against his, and he traps your lips in his with a fiery kiss.

The stubble from his face is a little scratchy, but you don't mind. His tongue is sweet from the wine he was drinking, and you can't get enough. His hands travel a little higher on your thighs and you gasp into his mouth as he pulls you on top of him so you're straddling him with one knee on either side of his waist.

"C'mere..." he purrs.

You lean in closer to him, pressing your forehead against his to try and make your moans more quiet as he grinds your pussy against the bulge in his swim trunks, the soft fabric of your bikini bottoms separating you. The friction is delicious and you reward him with a neverending chorus of his name.

"Peter...."

Peter gives a loud groan, his grip on your hips tightens, this time bucking his hips under your spread pussy, letting you ride the outline of his cock.

"Ffuck....Peter, baby...." you whine.

"Mmm yeah, baby?" Peter lands a sharp spank on your ass in response, making you curse under your breath again. "You like what I'm doing to you?"

"Yes baby, I love it." You bite your lip, closing your eyes. "What if someone sees us, baby?"

"Let em watch.." Peter moans.

"Oh God...don't stop, please." Your moans rise in pitch.

"Fffuck....." Peter breaths out, his hands coming up to grip your breasts while you ride him. "I won't baby...fuck..." The sensation causes him to close his eyes as well. "You feel too good to stop."

You lean over, your lips crashing greedily against his, both of your tongues dancing in each other's mouths, while you grind together. His hands can't get enough and he finally starts to curl two fingers inside your pussy which elicits a sharp cry of passion, Peter playfully shushing you as he kisses your nose.

-----

The rose Miguel is holding falls onto the sand below as he watches you and Peter heavily making out, now engaged in mild foreplay and you might as well start fucking at any moment now due to how hot and heavy the scene is.

It's almost a race with how quickly the jealousy, nausea, and rage rises in Miguel's body, filling him to the brim. He stands there, jaw and shoulders tense. His cock twitches a little at your whines but seethes at the sight of another man's hands all over you. He finally rips himself away, not able to withstand it any longer.

Noir and Jess look at him with raised eyebrows as he sits at the beachside bar after downing 3 shots of tequila back to back. He just sits there, eyes glazed over at the empty shot glasses in front of him for several moments until he leans forward, laying his head in his arms with his eyes closed.

----

To be continued...

#miguel o'hara #miguel atsv #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #spotify #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara smut #miguel ohara smut #miguel o'hara angst #miguel ohara angst #miguel x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel ohara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel ohara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara imagine #Spotify

[wintersoldierslover]

my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series

dbf!bucky  -  brothers bff  -  bff’s brother

neighbour  -  housewife reader

lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard

priest bucky  -  college

football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer

professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop

coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal

other AUs  -  taboo

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson - all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper

robin buckley - nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton

John B. - Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff  -   Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova

Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange

Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 

Moon knight  -  Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson - Druig

Eddie Brock - Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black - Remus Lupin 

James Potter - Poly!Marauders

Lily potter -  Cedric Diggory

George Weasley - Fred Weasley

Severus Snape - Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam - aonung - lo’ak

rotxo - kiri - spider

jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey

tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster - Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams - Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton -  Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller - Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake - Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -   Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley -  Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler -  Tangerine

Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay) -   Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit) -  James Maguire (Derby Girls)

Jake Peralta - Nick Miller  - Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish - AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3

#wintersoldierslover #fic recs #fanfiction #fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader x steve harrington #billy hargrove x reader #jason carver x reader #robin buckley x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #rafe cameron x smut #jj mabank x reader #jj maybank x reader x rafe cameron #wanda maximoff x reader #kate bishop x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #yelena belova x reader #peter parker x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #steve rogers x reader #stephen strange x reader #frank castle x reader #matt murdock x reader #moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #joaquin torres x reader

[myficreccs]

Bo Rhap Boys (and some of their other characters) fic rec masterlist

Updated 9 October 2023

Bo Rhap Boys

Headcanons

BohRap Boys as Elementary Teachers! by @likesomekindofcheese

Ben Hardy 

Series

And they were roommates by @fallingprincess

Save You by @fallingprincess

One shots

bookends by @almightygwil

Falling by @demo-wise

Glitter Blood by @fallingprincess

guessing games by @angrylizardjacket

Just Say You Won’t Let Go by @backstage-journal 

Movie Night by @pxroxide-prinxcesss

Nicotine Buzz by @redspecialty

Pain and other magical kinks by @fallingprincess

the proposal by @seven-seas-of-taylor

temporary fix by @seven-seas-of-taylor

Timing by @fallingprincess

[Unnamed request] by @illfoandillfie

Gwilym Lee

One shots

A Nice Surprise with Gwilym by @deacyblues

carolina by @almightyellie

classy girls by @almightyellie

from the shadows by @deacyblues

i lived by @almightyellie

like the movies by @brianmays-hair

meet on the ledge by @archaicmusings

patience by @almightyellie

p.s. i love you by @almightyellie

Joe Mazzello

Series

Agape by @joemazzmatazz

One shots

born losers by @archaicmusings

Date Night by @just-my-sickly-pride

Drowning by @joe-mazzello

Home. by @halfofwhatisayismeaningless

i’ll be in the front row by @angrylizardjacket

just give me a call by @mazzell-ro

Like a River Runs by @joemazzmatazz

linger a little longer by @rhapsodyrecs

love calls you by your name by @archaicmusings

Meant to go this way by @fallingprincess

Niece To Meet You by @moodysunflowergirl

Party For One by @joemazzmatazz

Request 1 by @assembledherethevolunteers

stars, cake, and kisses by @mazzell-ro

Stood Up, Make Love by @illfoandillfie

You Make Me Feel Like Dancin’ by @deacyblues

Blurbs

[700 follower celebration blurb] by @joemazzmatazz

Pat Murray

One shots

Collisions and Confessions by @assembledherethevolunteers

Love With Its Back Turned by @gardnerlangway

Napkin Numbers by @quinoaisrethinkinglife

Tim Murphy

One shots

Absolutely Smitten by @officially-multi-fandom

neighbor by @patmvrray

John Deacon

One shots

a dying art by @ineloqueent

A Permanent Deal by @adrenaline-roulette

crayons & caresses by @brianmays-hair

don’t go by @patmvrray

my wife by @ineloqueent

The Fire and the Flames by @deacyblues

Headcanons

Being a bassist and dating John Deacon by @stardust-killer-queen

Roger Taylor

Series

You’re a Legend, Freddie by @rogertayloriskindacool

One shots

Dining at The Ritz we’ll meet at 9 by @adrenaline-roulette 

#fic recommendation #fic reccomendations #fic rec #fic recs #bo rhap boys #bohemian rhapsody x reader #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x y/n #ben hardy x you #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee x you #gwilym lee x y/n #gwilym lee fic #joe mazzello fanfic #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello x y/n #joe mazzello x you #pat murray x reader #pat murrayxreader #tim murphy x reader #tim murphy x you #tim murphy x y/n #john deacon fic #john deacon x reader #john deacon x you #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x you

[stray-kaz]

Masterlist

Fandom works! So much here...

All reader inserts are female.

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

T.L.C.

Girl Dad

Reds and Whites

Not Even a Candle

Reparations - 18+

Prologue   One   Two   Three   Four

Snow & Ice - 18+

One   Two   Three   Four   Five   Six   Seven   Eight   Nine   Ten   Eleven   Twelve   Thirteen

Frank Castle

Kiss Cam

A Touch of Crazy

Brothers In Arms

Frank Castle x Family headcanons

Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner

Time and Time and Time Again - 18+

A Baby Shower for Frankie

Two Pink Lines

Two to Tango - 18+

Baby Talk

Paper Ring

Blooded

The Opposite of Soft - 18+

Gone Off Half Cocked - 18+

Butterflies On Fire

A Stitch in Time

Look Where You’re Going

I Do

Matt Murdock

On Blind Faith - 18+

ONE   TWO   THREE   FOUR   FIVE   SIX   SEVEN   EIGHT   NINE   TEN

Headcanons

Steve Rogers

I Love You, But... - 18+

Shadow and Bone

Jesper Fahey

A Better Distraction - 18+ - Completed

One   Two   Three   Four   Five   Six   Seven   Eight   Nine   Ten   Eleven Twelve

Kiss & Tell

A Good Shot

Ruse

Little Lantsov

An Unexpected Prince - sequel to Little Lantsov

Tender

Trigger

Swap With Me - 18+

He’s A Criminal and He’s Mine

Safe Inside, Out of the Rain

Laundry Day

The Law of Loss

You’re The Reason I Hate Champagne

There Goes My Life - An Assortment

One Two Three Four Five Six

Mal Oretsev

Twice Wounded - sorta 18+

Nikolai Lantsov

Patched - 18+

All Patched Up - 18+ - sequel to Patched

Monkey in the Air

Daddy and The Fox

To Be His Queen - 18+

Kaz Brekker

Stray - request prompt

A Murder of Crows - Miniseries

Part One Part Two

Memento Mori - request prompt

Green - request prompt

Love is a Battlefield

Set, Charge, Boom

The Magpie Verses - Completed

Take Off The Mask , Caught , The Crow and The Magpie , Unmasked

Aleksander Morozova

Trouble Just Walked In - sorta 18+

Matthias Helvar

Scrubbed Clean

Tolya Yul-Bataar

Awoken

Top Gun: Maverick

Bob Floyd

A Soft Landing - 18+

Red Flag Week

Baby. On. Board.

Jake Seresin

Out of Bounds I, II, III, IV, V, VI - 18+

Bradley Bradshaw

Jukebox Jive

Lockwood and Co.

George Karim

Death and Doughnuts

A Personal Experiment - 18+

Stuck in the Middle With You - 18+ - requested

Oh Dear Baby - fic idea from @the-biscuit-agreement​

Oh How Time Flies - sequel to Oh Dear Baby​

Ghosts I Get, People Are Crazy

Anthony Lockwood

Between a Tree and a Lockwood - sorta 18+

Honey, I’m Home - 18+

Delirium

His Mistake

The Invitation

Walt de Ville

The Flower and The Serpent - 18+

one    two   three   four   five   six   seven   eight   nine   ten

Little Women (2019)

Laurie

Sugar & Spice - 18+

one

two

Zombies (Disney)

Zed Necrodopolis

Awkward Question

Betwixt

Midnight Resolution - 18+

Leo Grande

Three Day Hire - 18+

One   Two   Three   Four   Five   Six   Seven

A Very Grande Christmas

Austin!Elvis

Sky High

The School for Good and Evil

Rafal Mistral

The Sky Is Falling

Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall

Under The Blood Moon - 18+

The Heirloom and The Heir

Evil, Be Mine

You Shall Be Loved

Rhian Mistral

The Storian’s Favour

Back from the Brink

Bubbles

To Sleep and Not To Wake

Ben Hardy Characters

Billy / Four

Hold Me Close, Don’t Let Go - 18+

The Witcher

Istredd

Chasing Fire - 18+

One Piece Live Action

Roronoa Zoro

Buoyant

A Book and A Nap

Starless - 18+

First Kiss, Last Kiss

Keeping Watch - 18+

Double The Bounty - 18+ - Part One  Part Two

Sanji

Tall Blond Pacifier

Sand and Stars

Wind and Rain - 18+

Monkey D. Luffy

First Blushes

Usopp

In The Moment

OPLA Men

Dance With Me

Christmas Drabbles 2023

Scent of Pine - Shanks

Neatly Tied With A Bow - Mihawk

Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice - Sanji

The Perfect Excuse - Zoro

Fullmetal Alchemist

Edward Elric

Happy Birthday To You

Rest and Recuperation - 18+

Tale of the Nine Tailed

Lee Yeon

Need - 18+

Sweet Home

Cha Hyun-su

Sunshine Part One - 17+

Let Me Do It

A Shop For Killers

Jeong Jin-man

Breathing

Time - 18+

Misc.

Ready or Not - 18+

#liss masterlist #liss writes #masterlist

[madman479r]

Prompt:

“Aunt May, this is my girlfriend, Ms Hardy”

May Parker was like a machine in the kitchen, working with various pots and pans, a whirlpool of spices and sauces, keeping a watchful eye on all the foods she was simultaneously cooking.

Now May didn't cook this amount of food regularly, at least not before she realise Peter was half starving himself due to the fact he needed to eat much more than the average body builder because of his high metabolism but didn't want to be an "inconvenience" to May, honestly that boy would cover up a gun shot wound if he thought he was being an inconvenience.

Thankfully Peter didn't eat them out of a home because Tony Stark also discovered Peter's enhanced metabolism and helped make a protein bar with enough calories to feed a football team to help with Peter's metabolism.

But really, the reason May was cooking a feast fit for warriors returning from battle was because Peter had delivered news to her, news that she had both hoped and dreaded to hear since she and Ben took Peter in.

Peter was brining over his new girlfriend.

May knew this day would come, after all her Peter was perfect, he was kind, gentlemanly, considerate, the things a woman would look for back when she was his age.

She was happy to hear Peter had found himself a girl. Someone to be happy with, just as she felt with her Ben.

But also dreaded for two reasons.

One: because it could mean that Peter may no longer need his Aunt May.

And two: because what if this ended in heart break? Obviously everyone experienced at least one heart break when it came to romance, but that didn't mean she wanted that for her nephew.

But she knew she couldn't keep her nephew from ever bringing home a girl, Peter was 17 for crying out loud, it was just natural. She was happy that Peter was growing up. But at the same time, she didn't want to lose her Peter.

But anyway, another reason the meal was so large was because May didn't know a thing about this girl, only that her name was Felicia, so she made a variety of foods just in case Felicia didn't like one type of food, was allergic, didn't fit diet, etc, etc.

The sound of the front door opening was numb to May's ears but Peter's voice broke through to her. "May! I'm home!"

May cleaned her hands and headed for the living room, putting on a smile and opened the kitchen door, finally seeing this mystery girl for the first time.

She expected to meet a shy, book wise, rule abiding girl, maybe with glasses or freckles, you know, something normal, a normal girl. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight before her.

"Aunt May, this is my girlfriend, Felicia Hardy." Peter gestured to the girl next to him, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

His girlfriend was what could be described as a teenager's fantasy girl.

Felicia had the face of a model and looked like she damn well knew it. She wore light make up, more noticeable on her cheery red lips and had silvery white hair that reached her hips.

Felicia wore a dark purple off shoulder top that showed her curvaceous figure, with a cropped Leather jacket that had white fur lining around the collar and cuffs, with a matching pair of white silk gloves.

She wore high waist black leather fitting jeans with knee high stiletto heeled boots.

Girl? That was no girl, that was a woman, a woman who should be on magazine covers.

May loved Peter to death, as though she was his mother and would defend his name to the bitter end but even she couldn't help but wonder how Peter had landed such a woman.

Felicia stepped forward, offering her hand out to May, who shook it numbly, still in shock. "Pleasure to meet you May, I've heard a lot about you." Even her voice could make a person weak in the knees, it had the sweet sound of a tinkling bell, with a slightly husky undertone.

Felicia flashed a dazzling smile at May.

"O-Of course." May nodded dumbly. She needed to talk to Peter. Privately. Now.

May looked back towards the kitchen and excused herself. "Sorry, I'd love go talk but I don't want tonight's dinner to burn. Peter, could you be a dear and take a look? I don't want to serve something Felicia might be allergic to, you know, since you didn't tell me anything about her."

Brilliant excuse, it was technically true and didn't sound ridiculous.

Peter gave Felicia a smile and peck, even taking her jacket and hanging it up before obediently following his Aunt into the kitchen.

Peter had closed the door just in time for May to twist towards him with a face that demanded answers. "Who is this woman?"

"Her name is Felicia Hardy." Peter said, sounding hesitant1.

"Yeah, I got that! Who is she Peter?" May demanded.

"She's... my... girlfriend?." Peter explained, his eyes looking to the side nervously.

May had to ask. "How old is she even? Nineteen?"

Peter scratched his cheek. "Uh, actually... she's uh... twenty."

May's eyes nearly fell out their sockets. "Twenty?!"

Peter looked away nervously before locking eyes with May again, head downwards like a submissive dog. "...two."

May closed her eyes and prayed for patience. Not strength because if she had strength, she'd throw this 22-year-old out her home. "Peter Benjamin Paeker." She began but was cut off.

"Before you freak out, she was born the same year I was, but wasn't dusted, so the reason for the five year gap, plus I'll be eighteen soon, also consent laws in New York says this is cool."

"Cool?" May demanded.

"Not cool as in awesome, even if it totally is- I mean! Cool as in okay!" Peter explain.

May pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "Peter, I'm happy you have a girlfriend, I really am but... How did you even meet this girl? Was it through a friend?"

"It's complicated..."

"Then un-complicate it for me."

Peter scratched the back of his head, suddenly finding the floor interesting. "I... met her through Spider-Man."

"What do you mean you met her through Spid- she knows you're Spider-man?!" May whisper shouted. What happened to keeping his secret identity?! Did you just need to have an hourglass figure for that to go out the window?!

Peter winced. "Well she's not an ordinary girl, she's... sorta like me."

"Soooo what? She's a vigilante?"

"Yeah!" Peter jumped on that life line. "Well, technically at first she was a thief."

"A thief." May echoed flatly. Oh this was getting better by the minute. Wasn't he supposed to stop thieves, not date them?

"I know what you're thinking!" Peter quickly tried to fix his mistake. "But it's not like that! She only stole from those that could afford it or were criminals. I met her one night and turns out she likes Spider-man, so we started talking and I managed to convince her to be like me, help people, you know."

May still looked skeptical. "So she likes Spider-man. What about Peter Parker?"

Peter didn't look upset at her accusation. "Yes. After a while, she trusted me with her civilian identity and I returned the trust. That's why she's here tonight. Trust me, May. If Felicia didn't like Peter Parker, she wouldn't be here."

May wanted to say so much right now, like how she was happy that Peter was now bringing over girls, but not the kind that were criminals!

But she sighed.

It was too late now. Felicia was here and May wouldn't be able to kick the girl out of her home. Not now. She'd at least give her the benefit of the doubt.

May gave Peter a final glare. "Alright fine. I'll talk to her later. But no more surprises, please!"

"Sure thing Aunt May." Peter gave her a winning smile, relieved that May would at least tolerate Felicia.

***

When dinner was served, May took the chance to question and observe Felicia.

Turns out, Felicia loved a wide range of foods, which is why Felicia seemed to love everything and took an inordinate amount of time to taste each dish and make sure she took her time.

It was also very interesting to see her talk, the woman had an endlessly quick wit and could easily tell a joke that had Peter laughing.

And that wasn't the best part, she made May laugh, a lot. The girl could say something that would set May off and the girl would have the rest of the table in stiches.

In fact, May found herself liking Felicia. The girl was a social butterfly, charming and engaging, a conversationalist, and was just so damn pretty.

But best of all, the way she looked at Peter. May had learnt how to read people during her years and during her time volunteering at F.E.A.S.T. You'd be surprised how much a person's character is revealed during moments like this.

And the way Felicia looked at Peter, it was like she was so enamoured by him. If she didn't know any better, May would say Felicia was in love.

And the way Felicia looked at Peter, the love in her eyes when she spoke about him, the way she hung on his words, it was like Felicia loved Peter more than anything else in the world.

May decided she could accept this woman into her home if she could look at her nephew like that.

That night, as Felicia left, May gave the girl a hug and whispered. "Welcome to the family, I can tell you'll love my nephew."

***OMAKE***

During dinner, Felicia spoke to May. "Mrs. Parker. I can't help but ask, whenever Peter talks about you, he calls you Aunt May, even when you raised him like a mother?"

May nodded. "We had him call me Aunt and his Uncle 'uncle Ben' as to remember his late parents, we know we can't replace them." May explained.

Felicia smiled. "Of course, if anything that makes it easier."

May was confused. "Makes what easier?"

Felicia's smile turned devilish and her voice became a purr. "Well, that way if Peter says "pass the salt, mommy," we'll both know who he's speaking to."

Peter's face turned as red as his Spider suit. "FELICIA!"

And May honestly felt like she was having a heart attack.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #MCU #earth 199999 #peter parker #peter #felicia hardy #felicia #spider man #spiderman #spider-man #black cat #spider-man x black cat #spider man x black cat #spideycat #peter x felicia #peter parker x felicia hardy #peter and felicia #peter parker and felicia hardy #spider-man and black cat #spidercat #mcu spider man #mcu peter parker #tom holland #peterfel #peterfelicia #may parker #aunt may

[arcielee]

Let's spread some positivity! Tag some of your fellow content creators here and let them know why they are absolutely amazing!❤️

Okay, so I am relieved because I got two of these anons 💜 This will be some of my HotD favorites and forgive me if anyone slipped my mind. I just love reading the talent that floods my dashboard... and I let this sit in my drafts for fucking weeks because I hated the idea of forgetting someone.

So, just consider this just a few of my favorites, part 1. 😅

Anyway, Read More to save dashboard space!

@sylasthegrim I was obsessed with your work on ao3 and you were so gracious with every inane comment I left on your every chapter, every story posted. Love is a Downfall was one of my first HotD fanfics I read and I was a woman obsessed. Thank you for being so wonderful. 💜

@hamatoanne You are one of my og Tumblr kindred spirits and I have loved every story you have shared with us. Your writing is brilliant and gets better with every new piece you share. You have this brazen fearlessness with your words that I adore, and you are one of the sweetest people I know on this hellsite. 💜

@squirmhoney I just adore you writing style, the palpable tension you create in a one-shot or a series, just the raunchy deliciousness that leaves me clutching my damn pearls. 💜

@lonnson I truly adore your artwork, your writing, and your wit. The gods have truly favored you with your apparent talent (but also us, since you are so kind to share with us your writing and art) and I feel lucky to call you a Tumblr kindred spirit. 💜

@myfandomprompts Your humor has me cackling like a loon. I love your stories, your gifs, your random posts that have me a grinning fool. I love getting glimpses for whatever will come next, just blessing my eyeballs with your brilliance. 💜

@theoneeyedprince I love your prose and your pacing to create a narrative that allows me to just disappear from the real world. Your Aemond is just perfection and you are a gem. 💜

@inthedayswhenlandswerefew Maggie's Suffering Sundays are one of my favorite things. Your story telling has made me into a lifelong fan and I will literally read anything that you create. (Case and point, me in my Ben Hardy era.) 💜

@theromanticegoist Your talent, your prose literally breathes life into me. You have a flow to your words that reads like a dream and every piece posted is my comfort fic. Thank you. 💜

@myfandomprompts Your creations, your stories are some of my favorite. I know your talent is not limited to HotD (thank the gods) but you are just so truly wonderful and it must be said. 💜

@barbieaemond Your creations, from gifs to stories, are some of my favorites on this hellsite. I adore your brilliant brain and everything that comes from it. Your humor and wit have me cackling maniacally and I don't give a damn who hears it. 😂💜

@chattylurker Your reblogs bring me to life and your tags have everything so organized. You are a true gem in this fandom. 💜

Some of my favorite writers include: @aemonds-fire @evermorre @solisarium @sapphire-writes @namelesslosers @hightowhxre @lovelykhaleesiii @fan-goddess @dreamsofoldvalyria@dcmnatio @st-eve-barnes @lauraneedstochill @fairysluna @humanpurposes @farity @jacevelaryonswife @marthawrites @devthlyangels @zae5

Those whose art takes my breath away @cyeco13 @slytherincursebreaker @bluecoffeebeanz @paintb0x @anamiguelmendes @azperja (but their writing is also just as brilliant!)

#☆ arcie's fic recs #i love my talented tumblr kindred spirits

[nevermoremagic]

Film Buff!JJ x Film Geek!Reader

obsessed with the idea of film geek JJ after he mentioned CHUD in season one so here’s this little thing I wrote that’s been collecting dust in my drafts for 2 years now. lets all ignore the fact that the Pogues are now stranded on an island post-season 2 :)))

you both like to fuel each other’s inner film geek

JJ brought up C.H.U.D. once and you flipped your shit

“Really? Jesus, JJ. I thought you had better taste than that.”

“Fuck off. Says the one who likes Jaws. I could craft a better Great White than that plastic piece of shit from the junk in my backyard.”

“And my cross-faded ass could write a better script for C.H.U.D. than the writers ever could.”

always bickering about which of your favorite movies are superior, but you enjoy watching them together nonetheless

OBX summer movie nights, drive in theaters, days snuggled in together where you watch films are some of your favorite dates

he really likes watching the sci fi and horror films, ofc

he turns into a giddy child whenever he’s super impressed by the editing or special effects in a movie

and you, you really like to keep an eye out for the artistic shots a director makes

but both of you get enraptured by screenplay, always so easily affected by the script if it’s really good

and you two always spend hours talking about the movie afterwards

...actor crushes that JJ gets jealous of

“You changed your wallpaper to Ben Hardy? Really, (Y/N)? What kind of relationship is this?”

“I didn’t say anything when I caught you fawning over Florence Pugh the other day.”

“...I was looking respectfully.”

weird compliments that the pogues don’t understand and frankly are quite concerned about?? but they try their best to ignore them

“I love you like Quentin Tarantino loves feet.”

“That is... the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

omfg CONSTANT movie references

when he’s dropping you off at work: “Au revoir, Shoshanna!”

or when he kisses you goodbye: “Here’s looking at you, kid.”

there was this one horrible time you and jj were spending the night at the chateau and y’all were forced to choose the couch closest to john b’s room, so of course, john b and sarah were banging all night while you and jj tried your best to cover your ears with pillows

in the middle of it, jj turns to you with a devilish smirk and says in the most melodramatic voice, “Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make.”

THAT reference for sure earned him a smack to the chest

you like to send JJ and the rest of the boys off with a little, “carpe diem. seize the day, boys! make your lives extraordinary.” at the dock whenever they leave with John B’s boat.

“(Y/N), we’re fishing for lobsters. there’s absolutely nothing extraordinary about that.”

there was this one time you were stuck at a Midsummer’s party, sitting at a table bored out of your mind until jj just shows up?? dressed as a waiter even though he had no business being there and has the audacity to say to you, “nobody puts Baby in a corner” before grabbing you by the hand and whisking you away for night of fun

speaking of which, he would def try to rescue you from as many Kook events as possible

and that leads to his favorite movie reference from you; “Listen to me, Mister. You’re my knight in shining armor.”

jj likes to imitate romantic tropes he sometimes sees in movies and over do it until its almost parodical

boombox playing music outside of ur window? check

except he does it for the most random reasons

“Everyone’s going fishing tomorrow, you wanna join?” he asks while he’s leaning against the VW van, speaker in his hands and a smirk on his face

“Stop playing ‘Careless Whisper’ and maybe I’ll consider it.”

if he’s not blasting music, he’s throwing gravel at ur window and shouting, “Oh, Vivian!”

“Knock it off, Romeo.”

_____________

TLDR; you and JJ act like you’re starring in a rom-com indie movie.

damn, I haven’t logged into this account in a hot second. I'm probably not gonna write anymore imagines since I’m not as obsessed with Outer Banks as I once was, but coming back on here was so nostalgic :’) 

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj x reader #jj maybank imagine #outer banks imagine #outer banks #jj maybank x you #obx #obx imagine

[nicedaybucky]

Thanks for tagging @lilgreyarea! It took me a while to figure this out 😂 So I'm just going for a list of movies that I can watch again and again.

ten movies i love

1. Inception (2010) Tom Hardy in a posh accent and patterned shirts.

2. Captain America and the Winter Soldier (2014) The movie that started it all.

3. Top Gun Maverick (2022) Miles Teller's moustache. And the story was alright too.

4. The Darjeeling Limited (2008) I watched it on the plane - the screen was small and I could barely hear any dialogue but it was so beautifully shot and my first Wes Anderson movie. I just love family drama, and train movies.

5. Sense and Sensibility (1995) Prime Emma Thompson, and she wrote the script too. Great Jane Austen adaptation. It was Ang Lee, so of course it was beautiful.

6. Skyfall (2012) My favourite Daniel Craig bond movie. It's just very tight and well paced. Ben Whishaw as Q. Big love. It also has Adele, so.

7. Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002) It has Rohan and Helm's Deep, and a great quote: "toss me". I'd pick LOTR trilogy but I feel like that'd be cheating.

8. Emma (2020) Another amazing Jane Austen adaptation. Anya Taylor-Joy was...a joy to watch. Amazing colours.

9. God's Own Country (2017) Lovely. Romantic. Two men finding love amongst fluffy sheep with a with the Yorkshire moors as a backdrop.

10. Bridget Jones' Diary (2001) It has one of the best fight scenes in a rom com (if you know you know). It has Hugh Grant and Colin Firth - what else do you need?

Tagging: @joohoneybeee @film-in-my-soul @fourtacosandaburrito @icemav86 @glitterisblue @yikes-00 @cristinuke @renai-chan @greendaze @yoonsos22 @patbbangg @johanirae or whoever wanna do this!

#tag game #movies

[byneddiedingo]

Tom Hardy in Mad Max: Fury Road (George Miller, 2015)

Cast: Tom Hardy, Charlize Theron, Nicholas Hoult, Hugh Keays-Byrne, Josh Helman, Nathan Jones, Zoë Kravitz, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, Riley Keough. Screenplay: George Miller, Brendan McCarthy, Nick Lathouris. Cinematography: John Seale. Production design: Colin Gibson. Film editing: Margaret Sixel. Music: Tom Holkenborg.

If only all action movies could be directed by George Miller and edited by Margaret Sixel. Then we might have fewer scenes shot in the dark with shakycam and patched together out of snippets of film so you can't really tell who's fighting whom. Or much less gratuitous use of CGI in scenes where actual hardware provides greater immediacy than software can ever do. Miller and Sixel are one of the movies' great husband-and-wife teams, and it's gratifying that Mad Max: Fury Road was one of the few action movies to receive a nomination for best picture. I've never been much of a fan of the Mad Max series, but this one, the fourth, seems to me to be the best and most coherent. It has the kind of visual storytelling that takes you back to the silent roots of the movies. It also features, in Charlize Theron's Furiosa, the best female action hero since Sigourney Weaver's Ripley in Aliens (James Cameron, 1986). It didn't win the best picture Oscar: It's not the kind of film the Academy admires, preferring action movies that are wrapped in history, like Lawrence of Arabia (David Lean, 1962), or sanctified by religiosity, like Ben-Hur (William Wyler, 1959). Fury Road is sheer enjoyable nonsense, with an abundance of grotesque villains and some heroes who, with the exception of Tom Hardy's Max and Nicholas Hoult's Nux, happen to be women. Although Miller didn't win for best director, Sixel deservedly won the Oscar for editing and it cleaned up in the awards for costumes, makeup, sound and production design.

#Mad Max: Fury Road #George Miller #Tom Hardy

[noirsocialism]

► GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME & ALIAS: Peter B. Parker, though he prefers, “Spider-Man" when it comes to anything relating to the time spent under the mask.

CURRENT TEAM(S): None currently, none previously.

PREVIOUS ALIASES: None, he started with Spider-Man, and he’ll go to the grave as such.

AGE: 40s (He prefers people to take their own shot, and just nods along to whatever they give.)

Species: Human Mutate; cursed with his powers by the supernatural entity he refers to as the, “Spider-God.”

MULTIVERSAL ORIGIN: Earth-90214

GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender Male (He/Him)

SEXUALITY:  Straight, although from the time he comes from anything else wasn’t exactly legal or spoken, so he could find himself potentially changing that answer as he goes along.

NATIONALITY:  American

ETHNICITY: Ashkenazi Jewish

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Cillian Murphy

SPECIAL / RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES: Facial hair constantly on his face, raging from a Five o’ Clock shadow from a recent shave no one seems to ever catch brand new, or a full beard covering his face that is… Pretty strange, when compared to other peters.

HAIR COLOR: Extremely dark brown, almost entirely black without light.

EYE COLOR: The exact same as his hair.

ACCENT: New York, except with a bassier tone and grizzled edges, almost like listening to the pops and crackles of old films with the exact same voice always found within.

CURRENT COSTUME: This multilayered, moon-lit version from Spider Man Noir (2020) #2’s cover.

► BACKGROUND

CURRENT HOME: New York City, Present Day, currently sleeping on rooftops and alleys with the fellow homeless; trying to get a job, but finding it difficult with his current situation.

PAST OCCUPATION: Private Detective and Vigilante, New York City, 1950s.

CURRENT OCCUPATION: Vigilante, although it doesn’t pay well.

SNAP STATUS: “The Snap? Well, I’ve been one to swing by a Jazz club now and then, I’ve got the groove to follow a good rhythm and get someone’s attention. Why’d ya ask?”

► RELATIONS

SIBLING(S): None that he’s aware of.

PARTNER(S): He had some relationships with the Felicia Hardy of his world, but those didn’t last for the trouble that constantly encircles him, so he’s currently ridin’ solo.

CHILDREN: NO!

PARENT(S): Uncle Ben and Aunt May were the ones that raised him, but Mary and Richard Parker, his parents, died long enough ago that he can barely remember their faces.

► HEADCANONS/FUN FACTS

-Peter B. Parker of Earth-90214, is not a Scientist, unlike the other versions of himself. If you handed the man anything relating from calculus, to geometry, to even the simplest version of the periodic table; he would just hand it back to you, and explain that it isn’t anything he gets. Now, whether you’d like to believe that it was because he was never exposed to it growing up, that the time he lived through just meant a lot of the wildly taught information of the 20th century hadn’t even been discovered yet, or the fact that a poor kid who didn’t have a single friend on the Lower East Side wanted nothing to do with the high-intensity social hierarchy that is school at any learning level.

Now, with that in mind, there’s something else important to note. That being, his relationship, thoughts, and views on the entity he refers to as, the “Spider-God.” So, while he’s never been a scientist, beyond a few cultural aspects of his upbringing, he was never religious either. He knew that people around him prayed to all sorts of Gods, that it brought them comfort, a way to see a path down the road to something brighter, family in the others that viewed the same way or agreed that all ways of seeing the light to a better world was right, it was… It wasn’t for him, though. There was always a nagging feeling in the back of his head, even from a young age, that seeing something was the only thing to get him to believe in it. He could see that people felt they had been met with a powerful force, but it never got to the coldness of his reality for him to join in their beliefs. But, he did see that there were problems in the world. He saw that putting your trust in people, people putting their trust in you, going along with things without questioning it; it got you hurt. Without facts, without evidence he could touch, see, smell, hear, hell- Taste, it wasn’t for him.

Then, he watched as someone opened something, unearthed a force that should’ve been unearthed again. Revealed to the night sky after what should’ve been an eternity, was instead only a couple of centuries. Peter had proof that day that things unnatural did exist. He could accept that. Then, the thousand legged, blacker than an lightless expanse, suffocating force of a little bug… Bit another man. At the time, he didn’t know fully what that man had done in his life to deserve the piercing screams that howled from his lungs, the foam that ripped his mouth into separate halves as it poured from his throat, and sent him falling to the ground; but, Peter guessed it was enough.

He knew that even a little bug could kill a man in an instant. A fact, now that he had seen it… Then, it bit him… After that, when he pulled himself from inky black webs he had been encased in during a brief moment of unconsciousness, he accepted that supernatural forces had to be real. He met one. It was shaped like a Spider that was larger than a tank, thousands of teeth each bigger than his entire body, eyes the size of his head that devoured every inch of his form until he was left with nothing else, a voice that could shake cities until they crumbled down; and, it said it’d curse him with great power for not being of evil intent. Sure, it could’ve been a hallucination. But, when those same webs can expel themselves from his wrist, and it crawls back to him in his dreams every night to remind him of a deal he never shook on? Gods are real. Maybe not the ones everyone has been saying were, but a few had to be.

-A slightly more fun fact, still related to the last, is that his body makes his webs! Unlike most other spider people, his webs come out of his arm in an inky black, similarly sticky, yet slimy texture. He also, still setting himself from the other Peters, doesn’t often swing on his webs. Originally, he never even tried, letting the ends slide through his grasp to wrap his opponents up while traveling the city on foot in his own version of web-crawling parkour. However, realizing that there were better ways to use everything he had, he learned how to instinctively grab the ends when he wanted to and sling himself across the city.

-Noir, a name that (will be) given to him by the various people in the new world he’s ended up in, sounds extremely similar to Humphrey Bogart! And, while this is a secret he keeps to himself, he actually did use that man’s films to practice for the voice he put on during the night- While, also, generally trying to match his bass in his day-to-day life! While then, it was a bit silly, it does set himself apart quite strangely from the way people talk in the current day and age of the 2020s.

-HE IS FROM THE 1930s-1950s. HE WAS NOT AROUND FOR A LOT. He knows nothing about Civil Rights, the fact being gay is no longer explicitly illegal, what LGBTQIA+ stands for beyond that a couple are vowels, and several, several, several other things. (He does implicitly support everything already listed, he just… Does not know it happened, or exists.) Although, he also missed out on a lot of technological improvements. The fact man went to the moon, computers in general, portable phones, the internet, OSHA guidelines and regulations- Hell, while he ran into some people that might be considered mutants on this Earth, that word didn’t exist where he came from! He got his powers from a “God”, and (something he knows nothing about) the only two other people with actual powers seem to be Daredevil and Black Cat. So, he is… BEHIND.

Also, he has begun to learn how to use a computer, abusing the one at the local library with random people often coming up to him thinking he’s an old man in distress… He is, but they think he’s either a lot older, or a bit more fucked up than he is.

-He smokes. I refuse the idea of a world where a man who lived through what he has wouldn’t pick up a horribly unhealthy habit in the climate of how cigarettes were spoken of during the time he lived. No. He smokes cigarettes, he drinks whiskey, neat, and makes horrible decisions for his body; although, due to the aforementioned curse from what he lovingly refers to as a god, it doesn’t do much but whittle down his psyche no matter how much good Peter claims it does. He also drinks a horrible amount of coffee to stay awake late into the night on dire investigations. Managing those three addictive substances would be impossible for most men, and utterly unfeasible for him as well. Although, due to the blind commitment and forgetfulness to remember his own body while seeking the newest justice for the people he has put everything on the line for, he often can still go numerous nights without the buffeting smoke of cigarettes, the drowning cascades of alcohol, or the wirey edge of caffeine strangling the sensible part of his brain begging for sleep; before noticing it’s been that long without it, and pulling another flask or pack from his jacket. This was also before he was pulled into the modern day, and should not be offered or referred to energy drinks of any kind. He won’t die, if bullets or the other things hurdling him to an early grave wouldn’t do him in either, but it won’t be a pretty sight. He might find another God, unrelated to the one he’s already entangled in the web of, and challenge it to a fist fight. Possibly winning.

-He has killed one man, the Vulture, for killing Uncle Ben and attempting to do the same to Aunt May. He has shot several, and carries around both Uncle Ben’s gun on him at all times, and two m1911s. While the m1911s sit comfortably in two hip holsters, rarely needing more than the one on his right, the pistol he stole from the chest of Uncle Ben’s war memorabilia sits tightly behind his vest. Noir doesn’t aim to kill often, agreeing with most that not everyone should die, but has found himself… Struggling, at times, to keep it leveled where it’d hurt. 

-Along with everything said above, and what might be futurely said below (hi future!) there is something I would like you to watch, if you have the time and you've made it this fair! This video, the original inspiration for what got to me to write Spider-Man Noir with Nicolas Cage doing the heavy lifting after, I feel like is an incredibly real, albeit extremely ruthless, representation of what his fighting style would progress into in his later years after literal decades of practice. I also just think the video is fun, interesting, and should be viewed by more people so they hopefully make more and work on bigger projects!

Favorite Type of Music

-Due to the poverty and low income life he lived his childhood in, most of his time was spent helping his Aunt at the community center she ran serving and making soup for the people in their area who did similarly or worse than them. He also spent similar, or even moreso, time helping his Uncle with almost anything he needed. From running errands for his Aunt with him in a beat up old truck that barely ran, to fixing the truck, to plumping, remodeling, and construction jobs around various apartments in the area for little cash or donations to their center to keep it running, and sometimes just playing with the other kids on their street; Peter had very little moments of ingesting music. There were snippets he can barely remember in his early years of catching a radio (Although, he preferred crime dramas) with something on, or seeing some men play instruments on the street for change, never entire bands. However, when he got older, either during vigilante work or the very little amount of high-end places he got in as a photographer or detective for a specific case, he did run into many Big Bands! Jazz Musicians, the collection of either multiple groups or just one that came like that, stuffed on a single stage in a cacophonous harmony of ear catching rhythm! And, while he was always on a mission or found them shutting off quickly upon his arrival, he did tap his feet while trying horrendously to dance on a blue moon. But, the day he got a TV and his own radio, he… Mostly kept them off, because he was busy.

Favorite Color

-You’d assume that the man, decked in head to toe in blacks, whites, all manners of gray, and the various shades of brown upon all of his clothes from the years of toiling in the exact same ones from day to night with rare washings would grow a fondness of those colors over others… And, you’d be right. His childhood was spent in clothes that often went an entire week or more being recycled without even touching any water apart from the droplets of rain or a puddle splashed on him by a passing car, his adulthood was spent in the shadows hugging dank walls until the moment to strike, and the sun rarely found him in the latter years as well; hard to be fond of the sun’s yellow gaze, when you never see it in your days.

Least Favorite Food

-Anything you need a “refined” and “rich” pallet to enjoy. He’s not looking to waste his cash on something that he has to stomach through, since everyone else says it's great. He’s fine eating burgers, eggs and ketchup, coffee, and egg creams until he dies. If you put a snail on his plate, he’ll look at you like you’re mad, and ask you why the hell you spent your money on it.

Biggest Pet Peeve

-The Rich. No, that’s the end of the thought, you’re not missing anything. Even if it wasn’t because he was raised on socialist ideals and strongly believes in them himself, a man with the sense like his can tell when a system is broke, and he sees that it is. They’re taxed the same as the working class, some of them never working a day in their life, can ignore the problems that they speak to want to fix because they never have to live in it, they funnel any money that is put to be spent wisely back into their own pockets with ease and without stoppage- They could kill a man dead in the streets, drag his corpse in their hand for a mile, and if they happen to have enough in their wallets not a damn thing will happen about it! If the system that is currently in place has easy fixes for rich people to piss away money they frankly don’t need, to pay less taxes that goes to the entire country for- What’s supposed to be good fucking use but doesn’t seem like it is- THEN THE SYSTEM IS BROKE!

It isn’t me, I swear, it's Peter that’s the socialist.

Greatest Fear

-Being ineffective. He doesn’t fear death, pain, suffering, ending up on a hospital bed for the rest of his life, or finding that his leg will never heal and he needs to lose it; none of that scares him. Peter fears the idea of living to see every avenue he’s pursued, every man he’s tried to stop, every way he’s tried to protect people, fail and gets worse while his body slowly decays. He stays awake at night thinking about the idea of him, in his bed, lying still, old age slowly dragging him into whatever lies next; and, being unable to stop it, yet still able to watch the city he only wanted to protect burn around him in the devilish fires of greed.

Best Friend

-None that are alive, or have enough self-awareness to be counted as such anymore.

Worst enemy

-Peter doesn’t have a worse enemy, because he’s killed all the ones who could count. The Vulture, the man that killed his Uncle Ben, was shot dead while he was trying to rip and tear his teeth into Aunt May. The Goblin was pulled away into a sewer tunnel by the body of Kraven piloted by dozens of spiders to, what Peter only guesses, to be his doom. Everyone else? Either in jail, unable to fight him anymore, or done with trying.

Favorite Holiday

-Thanksgiving. The community center his Aunt runs always gets the most donations around that time of the year, and sets up a giant feast for even more than the regulars to come in. It's… Nice. The one time of year he doesn’t have to worry as much, since everyone he cares about is around him. He just gets to breathe, smile, eat, and slowly realize that people who were there last time aren’t this year.

Favorite Animal

-Well, at this point, if he doesn't say Spiders or Cats someone is going to get mad at him.

Birthday

-August 27th, 1914. If he never was ripped from his own reality into the year of the Earth he is currently on and, instead, lived all of those years; he'd be 112.

► WANTED CONNECTION

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#ic questionnaire

[redthreadoffate]

masterlist

🥰 animanga requests open 🥰

🥰 other requests closed unless mutuals 🥰

😶 = gender neutral | 💐 = female | 🌸  = oc

❤️ = blurs/drabbles | 💞 = coming soon | 💕 = fanfiction | ❣️ = one-shot | 💘 = original fiction | 💟 = series

🤗  = g | 🤔  = pg - 13 | 🤫  = r - 18

celebrities/influences

evans, chris

a phone pal // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤗

a fair miracle // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤫

go out with me // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤫

hardy, ben

mission: failed // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤗

i’ll always be here // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤔

never can say goodbye // ONE | ❣️ 💐🤗

holland, tom

a selection of princesses // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤗

toss & turn // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤔

first kisses never die // ONE |   ❣️ 💐 🤗

turn back time // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤗

all about stanley // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤗

come fly with me // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤗

we’re not kidding around // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤗

holland, tom & stan, sebastian

perspectives // ONE ; TWO ; THREE |  💟 💐 🤗

hood, callum

mine & mine alone // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤗

moseley, william

home // ONE | ❣️ 💐 🤔

fairytales & happily ever afters // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤗

stan, sebastian

tired // ONE |  ❤️ 💐 🤗

aftermaths // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤔

smol & small // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤔

little lady bird // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤗

help me, i’m melting // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤔

memories & insecurities // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤔

sneak a peek // ONE |  ❣️ 💐 🤫

fiction

(500) days of summer

hansen, tom

(infinity) days of snow // ONE  ; TWO |  💟 🌸 🤔

criminal minds

reid, spencer

i don’t like fishes but i do like you // ONE |  ❤️ 😶 🤗

simmons, matt

pastry goods // ONE | ❣️💐 🤗

mashed potatoes // ONE  | ❣️💐 🤔

magical music // ONE  | ❣️💐 🤗

the faces of you // ONE  | ❣️💐 🤗

a long and hard day // ONE  | ❣️💐 🤫

take me home // ONE  | ❣️💐 🤗

i’m literally going to die // ONE  | ❣️ 💐 🤗

i tried // ONE  | ❣️💐 🤔

can we talk // ONE  | ❣️💐 🤔

i did // ONE  | ❣️💐 🤔

missing the mistletoe // ONE | ❣️💐 🤗

harry potter

weasley, fred

what a sweetheart // ONE | ❤️ 😶 🤗

wood, oliver

of quidditch & basketball // ONE |  ❤️ 😶 🤗

inception

arthur x ariadne

hey i just met you // ONE |  ❤️💕🤗

twenty steps // ONE ; TWO ; THREE ; FOUR ; FIVE ; SIX ; SEVEN ; EIGHT ; NINE ; TEN ; ELEVEN ; TWELVE ; THIRTEEN ; FOURTEEN ; FIFTEEN ; SIXTEEN ; SEVENTEEN ; EIGHTEEN ; NINETEEN ; TWENTY | 💕💟 🤫

daddy insecurities // ONE | 💕❣️🤔

the spreading virus // ONE | 💕❣️🤗

law & order: special victims unit

carisi, sonny jr.

patience is a virtue // ONE | ❣️💐 🤫

they wouldn’t know // ONE | ❣️💐 🤗

two birds, one stone // ONE | ❣️💐 🤗

fluttering // ONE | ❣️💐 🤗

yourself  // ONE | ���️💐 🤗

vulnerable // ONE | ❣️ 💐 🤗

marvel cinematic universe

parker, peter

no more kisses // ONE  | ❣️💐 🤗

gee, thanks, karen // ONE  | ❣️💐 🤗

stark, tony

falling // ONE | ❣️💐 🤗

the chronicles of narnia

caspian x

tomorrow // - ONE  | ❣️💐 🤗

a soldier of my heart // ONE  |  ❣️💐 🤗

pevensie, peter

wandering souls // ONE |  💟 💐 🤔

on a walk // ONE | ❣️💕🌸 🤗

breakfast // ONE | ❣️💕🌸 🤗

old endings, new beginnings // ONE ; TWO ; THREE ; FOUR  ; FIVE ; SIX ; SEVEN ; EIGHT ; NINE ; TEN |  💟💕🌸 🤔

obviously, break the rules // ONE |  💟💕🌸 🤗

original fiction

about pepper // ONE |  ❣️💘🌸 🤗

friends with benefits // ONE |  ❣️💘🌸 🤗

understanding // ONE |  ❣️💘🌸 🤗

marriage // ONE |  ❣️💘🌸 🤗

starting anew // ONE |  ❣️ 💘🌸 🤗

twilight

black, jacob

lucky number // ONE |  ❣️💐 🤗

coming soon

100 themes |  💞

alphabet soup |  💞

meet cute |  💞

give me a number

all

animanga

digimon adventure written works (all)

digimon secret santa

(2021) the four times takeru takaishi confessed his feelings (and the one time he did not) [takeru x hikari] • AO3

(2022) sincerity at its finest [jyou x iori platonic]

(2023) the gift of communication [wallace focused]

events/compilations

2022: mimato year • it’s just like in the movies •

2023: 100 themes [1 - taoira // 2 - ] • alphabet soup [a - mimato // b - ]

multichapter

the surviving crowns [yamato x mimi, takeru x hikari, taichi x sora]

oneshots

you can’t always protect yourself [taichi x sora]

stalker [yamato x mimi]

that’s not a pure word [yamato x mimi]

drabbles

reincarnation au [yamato x mimi]

group project turned chaos [slight taichi x sora, slight yamato x mimi, slight takeru x hikari]

the hunger games au [takeru x hikari]

headcanons

taichi x sora [ i  • ]

yamato x mimi [ i  • ]

takeru x hikari [ i  • ]

*last updated: 02-04-2024

characters (adventure/zero two/2020): taichi, yamato, sora, koushiro, mimi, jyou, takeru, hikari, daisuke, miyako, iori, ken

characters (digimon partners; adventure/zero two/2020): agumon, gabumon, piyomon, tentomon, palmon, gomamon, patamon, tailmon, v-mon, hawkmon, armadimon, wormmon

ships (adventure/zero two/2020): taichi/yamato, taichi/sora, yamato/mimi, jyou/mimi, takeru/hikari, ken/hikari

characters (tamers): takato, ruki, jianliang, juri, kazu, kenta, shiuchon, ryo

characters (digimon partners; tamers): guilmon, renamon, terriermon, leomon, guardramon, marineangemon, lopmon, cyberdramon

ships (tamers): jianliang/ruki, ryo/shiuchon

characters (frontier): takuya, koji, izumi, junpei, tomoki, koichi

ships (frontier): koji/izumi

#type: eve has a masterlist

[mitchbeck]

INGHAM LEADS SWAMP RABBITS TO BIG WIN

Ingham stops all but one to lead four multi-point scorers against RushBy: Mark Binetti, Greenville Swamp RabbitsGREENVILLE, S.C. – Jake Stevens, Ben Freeman, Anthony Beauchamp (G, Ast each), and Tanner Eberle (2ast) helped build an early lead for the Greenville Swamp Rabbits, but Jacob Ingham maintained the separation with 34 saves on 35 shots to beat the Rapid City Rush 5-1 on Thursday night. The Swamp Rabbits came out guns blazing in the first period, carrying a 3-0 lead into the dressing room. Anthony Beauchamp started the scoring entries with a slick backhander from the right side that squeaked by Rush goalie Matt Radomsky, giving the Swamp Rabbits a 1-0 lead at 5:48 of the first (Tanner Eberle had the lone assist). Moments later, Austin Saint notched his second professional goal in the last three games, firing home an east-west pass from below the goal line from JD Greenway to double the Swamp Rabbits lead to 2-0 with 9:14 left in the first (Greenway and Jake Stevens assisted). Swamp Rabbits Captain Ben Freeman ended the first-period scoring run with a point-blank redirect of a Joe Leahy pass, roofing it over Radomsky and tripling the Swamp Rabbits advantage to 3-0 with 3:17 left in the opening frame (Leahy and Eberle assisted). Jacob Ingham, net-minder of the Swamp Rabbits, stopped all 12 Rush shots he saw on the net in the first 20 minutes. Two more goal scorers added their names to the ledger in the second frame, beginning with Jake Stevens. At 7:05 of the second period, Stevens came in off the blue line and fired the puck off of Radomsky, but then it bounced off of a defender and trickled over the line, giving the Swamp Rabbits a 4-0 lead. Brannon McManus took a page out of his Captain’s book and redirected an Anthony Beauchamp pass from the top of the crease to blow open the Greenville advantage to 5-0 with 8:28 left in the frame (Beauchamp and Josh McKechney assisted). The fifth gal prompted the removal of Radomsky from the Rush net, which Jason Pawloski manned for the remainder of the game. Ingham stood tall again, denying another nine shots for 21 saves through 40 minutes. The Swamp Rabbits desperately held on to try and help Ingham get the shutout he deserved, but the Rush thwarted it in the final minute. With 55.4 seconds left in the game, Blake Bennett rifled the puck past Ingham on a one-timer to get Rapid City on the board, bringing the final score to 5-1 (James Hardie had the lone assist). Jacob Ingham was sensational in net, stopping all but one of 35 shots from the Rush (13-6-1-0). The Swamp Rabbits continue their three-game series against the Rapid City Rush this weekend, with game two set for Saturday, February 24th. The second game, slated for 7:05 p.m. at Bon Secours Wellness Arena, is “Military Appreciation Night,” presented by Budweiser, featuring a specialty jersey and a postgame auction.About the Greenville Swamp Rabbits … Acquired by Spire Sports + Entertainment (SS+E) in 2020, the Greenville Swamp Rabbits hockey team has provided family-friendly, live entertainment at Bon Secours Wellness Arena since 2010. Formerly the Greenville Road Warriors, the Swamp Rabbits are the highest-level professional minor league franchise in South Carolina. The Swamp Rabbits are the proud ECHL affiliate of the NHL's L.A. Kings and the AHL's Ontario Reign. Greenville is an ECHL Premier ‘ A.A.’ Hockey League member.GREENVILLE SWAMP RABBITS HOWLINGS Read the full article

#BonSecoursWellnessArena #ECHL #GreenvilleSwampRabbits #OntarioReign

[parkerbombshell]

Rules Free Radio Aug 8 2023

Tuesdays 2pm - 5pm  EST Rules Free Radio With Steve  Caplan bombshellradio.com On the next Rules Free Radio with Steve Caplan, we'll start with a few socially timely songs beginning with Washington DC's David Scott Weaver with Crys Matthews, and then a mix that includes some new and recent Rock releases from PJ Harvey, Madeline Kenney, Veps, and Locate S,1, Bethany Cosentino, and The Ormidales. Plus classics and more from Eliza Gilkyson, Beach Bunny, The Sundays, Colin Blunstone, Wolf Alice, and others. In the second hour, we’re going to hear a bunch of music written by Ray Davies of The Kinks. JEM Records has just released their album JEM Records Celebrates Ray Davies. That’s as good of an excuse as any to play songs by Ray Davies and we’ll hear a few from that new JEM Records tribute album, a handful from The Kinks, and a lot of versions of Kinks music by other artists like David Bowie, The Shelters, Kirsty MacColl, Detroit Cobras, Francoise Hardy, and many more. In the third hour, we’ll sample some new and recent releases that might just inspire you to dance including some Techno, Jazz-Funk, and even some Exotica Lounge music from a cool new compilation of those sounds from the 50s through today. We’ll close with some new singer-songwriter, contemporary Folk releases with Wren Hinds, Dot Allison, Julie Byrne, and one from the new Nils Lofgren album, Mountains. So another well-balanced show with a little something for everyone! David Scott Weaver (w/Crys Matthews) - Thoughts and Prayers The Ormidales - Take My Love With You Eliza Gilkyson - Chimes of Freedom Bethany Cosentino - Outta Time Best Coast - When The Sun Don't Shine Madeline Kenney - Red Emotion Veps - Ballerina (Norah) Beach Bunny - Eventually PJ Harvey - Lwonesome Tonight Wolf Alice - Lipstick On The Glass The Sundays - Goodbye Locate S,1 - You Were Right About One Thing Colin Blunstone - Andorra PWNT - Summer Rain The Green Pajamas - Constance Gray Bobby Rydell - When I See That Girl of Mine Goldie and The Gingerbreads - Look For Me Baby David Bowie - Where Have All The Good Times Gone The Anderson Council - This Is Where I Belong The Airport 77s - Picture Book The Kinks - Come on Now Francoise Hardy - Who'll Be The Next In Line The Village Green Experience - You Shouldn't Be Sad The Fall-Outs - This Man He Weeps Tonight The Young Fresh Fellows - Gotta Get The First Plane Home Johnathan Pushkar - I Gotta Move The Make Three - Emily Strange The Bomboras - It Came From Pier 13 Main theme (Revenge) The Kinks - It's All Right The Guilloteens - Hey You Detroit Cobras - Brainwashed The Make Three - Against The Tide The Kinks - See My Friends The Shelters - Nothin' in the World Can Stop Me Worryin' 'bout That Girl The Kinks - Sitting in My Hotel Kirsty MacColl - Days Ben Crosland Quintet - Waterloo Sunset Sandunes - The Surge (feat. Ramya Pothuri) Lindstrom - Syreen - Jack Trombey - Underlay No.3 Byron Lee & The Dragonaires - I Shot The Sheriff The Budos Band - Crescent Blade John Carroll Kirby - Hotel Jonny Chingas Nils Lofgren - Angel Blues Julie Byrne - Portrait of a Clear Day Wren Hinds - Chasing the River Dot Allison - Bleached by the Sun Gwenno - Tonnow Read the full article

#rules

[ogygiafm]

gulliver buckley(robert sheehan) is looking for their adoptive brother& lara lourdes(adria arjona) is looking for their enemy/ex!

ckncwledge submitted:

.*･｡ﾟ ━ gulliver buckley (robert sheehan) our dionysus, is looking for their adopted brother. this character should be age years old, and have the fc of elliot page, justin h. min, david castandeda, utp. they should also be utp, and you do not need to contact the player before applying. (@gluttcn)  description: before this unlucky-lucky man won the lottery, he was for the streets where he met this character and they clicked like 🤞 so whether they knew each other, liked each other or ran in the same circles in another life is up to you but gulliver loves this guy like a brother (and outside of persephone) is really protective/supportive and willing to take a couple of shots and help him bury a body if it called for it. he probably extended a welcoming hand to him and told him about the island, as well as sent money to help him over the last ten years as well.

.*･｡ﾟ ━ lara lourdes (adria arjona) our eris, is looking for their plaything/ex/enemy type. this character should be 30-40 years old, and have the fc of oliver jackson-cohen, ben hardy, ryan reynolds, alicia vikander. they should also be utp, and you do not need to contact the player before applying. (@stlfe)  description: imagine one day your life is fine and perfectly... chaotic free. then you meet lara lourdes at a bar while she's scoping out someone she was hired to *remove from life*. while they weren't her intended target, they became her favorite game of cat and mouse. over the course of five or six years, as much as they try to avoid each other they come crashing back into each others lives usually with smoking guns and breaking glass. try as she might to *yeet them out of existence*, and them coming close once or twice to doing so to her, they're toxic. they hate each other. if you asked them what they thought of each other, they'd say to hell with the other. so why, just why, does lara have an inkling that she might love this person? after all, they're the one that got away... so maybe they've come to the island looking for her, hoping to end this once and for all, and maybe, just maybe, they might feel the same?

#appless rp #new rp #oc rp #city rp #town rp #island rp #greek mythology rp #greek myth rp #mythology rp #ogygia.wc

[spinxeret]

3, 4, 5, and if you've already answered one of these, pick ur favourite question to replace it :)

3. whose writing has impacted your writing style the most? (you can choose anyone! famous writer or not.)

+ ( Well, obviously Stan Lee is one of those when it comes to my influences from comics ! Tom Defalco as well, and I'm STILL finding things from my childhood that he wrote or had a part in ! Non comics wise, I always really enjoyed things like Dear America or the Hardy Boys as a child, so those I suspect play into my writing style at least somewhere . I always enjoyed historical fiction as well. Adult wise, definitely I draw a lot of influences from many different authors, too many to list !

In terms of roleplaying, I will definitely point to some of my fantastic partners who I feel have pushed me to be a better writer through threading with them!

6. is roleplaying the only writing-based hobby you have, or are there other things you like to write? (4 ANSWERED HERE )

+ ( It's my main one, but I've been dipping my toes into writing fanfiction again lately, and it's been a very positive thing for me so far ! )

5. is there a muse you really want to try? if yes: what’s stopping you?

+ ( Tough one, because I feel like if there's a muse I want to try, I usually give it a shot. Maybe Ben Reilly? )

#modelscience