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dqrciedaily · 27 days

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baby arsenal, arsenal wfc x teen!reader

a/n: y/n is so younger me coded minus the fact that she is german

also promise more fics coming soon x

y/n y/l/n, the sixteen year old rising star of not only the german national team but also arsenal women's football club, had seamlessly transitioned from the bustling streets of cologne to the vibrant city of london. her two older brothers, max and louis, had started her passion for football from a young age, sculpting her into the strong defender she was today. they always had her in the garden with them having a kick about before urging their father to let her go for trials at the local club, which deemed to be extremely successful.

arsenal had scouted y/n whilst she was playing for fc köln. three weeks later her and her parents were signing papers and organising living arrangements as well as the school situation. they settled on her living with lia as well as her attending the local school in the area.

as the first initial weeks passed, her once shy demeanor melted away, replaced by a vibrant personality that charmed everyone around her. she had also very quickly picked up the name ‘baby arsenal’ from fans and soon her teammates had started calling her that too. kyra and y/n had almostly instantly became friends, pulling y/n out of her nonexistent shell within two weeks, along with victoria, teyah and laura, y/n settled in quickly.

one friday evening, y/n found herself invited to a party by her school friends. eager to fit in with the english teenage life she hastily accepted. embracing the opportunity to get to know her new friends in a different environment, as well as allowing herself to fully relax since moving to the foreign country.

ignoring the cold english weather, y/n slipped on one of her favourite backless black dresses and a pair of her friend’s high heels, that her long legs definitely weren’t accustomed to. many pre drinks later they arrived at the party at nine pm, the minute the group of girls arrived at the party they were straight into the open arms of their other friends. music was blaring as y/n slowly let herself relax, she couldn’t even remember how many new people she had met.

however, the temptation of the party proved too intoxicating, the drinks flowed freely, and before she knew it, the world was slowly tilting on its axis, spinning out of control as she succumbed to the intoxicating haze. the party deemed to be a bit boring now that it had reached past eleven pm, so on her unsteady feet y/n managed to walk out the party and onto the side walk. with her vision blurred and her balance faltering, she fumbled for her phone and dialed kyra’s number, interrupting what was supposed to be a cozy game night for the rest of the team.

"ky! oh my goodness i can’t believe you picked up, i have so much to tell you!” y/n giggled into the phone, "there were like so many pretty girls here tonight and i’m bloody freezing over here. i also had so many drinks! oh and I can't get home. oh and have i ever old you how much i love you! ich liebe dich ky ky…"

throughout the phone call kyra switched it onto speakerphone meaning that everyone could hear the state y/n was in. without hesitation, steph, one of y/n’s self-appointed team mums sprang into action. definitely breaking some speed limits as she rushed to y/n’s location, she found her disoriented but relieved to see she was still standing. quickly getting out the car she wrapped an arm around her guiding her to the

upon their arrival back to lia’s house, leah, kim, lia, beth and steph gathered around y/n, their concern evident in their expressions. "y/n," kim began, her voice gentle yet firm, "you can’t be going around getting drunk, especially at sixteen! what were you thinking?" but before kim’s rant could continue leah placed a hand on the skippers shoulder, “you're young, and we understand that, but you have to be responsible, especially considering the position you're in.” kim nodded her head in agreement before saying, “you're part of this team now, and that means holding yourself to a higher standard than this.”

with a deep breath, she nodded in acknowledgment, her resolve hardening with each passing moment. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "i'll do better, i promise."

with that kyra, stina and laura lead her upstairs. the high heels long forgotten in the hallway as steph urged her to take them off after watching her stumble around in them. laura mumbled soothing words in german as she slipped an oversized t-shirt over y/n’s head, letting the dress fabric pool at her ankles. stina handed laura shorts for her whilst kyra rummaged around in the bathroom for makeup remover.

with tender care, kyra removed the remnants of makeup on her face, before stina tucked her into bed with gentle hands. laura laid the dress over the back of her desk chair as y/n’s eyelids drooped with exhaustion, her body finally catching up with the events of the evening as she sank into the embrace of her plush duvet.

kyra brushed a stray lock of hair from y/n’s forehead, with a final exchange of reassuring smiles kyra, stina and laura bid her goodnight, their footsteps fading into the distance as they left her to sleep. alone in the quiet of her room, y/n closed her eyes, a sense of peace washing over her as sleep overcame her senses.

but just as she began to drift into slumber, a soft knock sounded at her door, and lia entered, her face lit up by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. In her hands she carried a glass of water and a small packet of tablets, her expression one of concern and care.

"here you go, y/n/n," lia said softly, her voice a whisper in the stillness of the room. "drink this, and take these tablets. they'll help with the headache in the morning." she sat down on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on y/n’s leg, rubbing soothing circles on it. “they’re not mad at you i promise maus. let’s just keep the drinking on the cool for now, okay?”

y/n accepted the water and tablet with a grateful nod, as lia got up to leave the room she turned off the bedside table before whispering “schlaf gut maus.” the door closing behind her, the room going pitch dark allowing y/n to finally drift to sleep.

#darcie’s drabbles #woso x reader #woso imagine #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal wfc

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 8 months

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Sagau another episode of reader getting pissed of for someone insulting some of thier favourites while begin bored when someone insults the reader to the point of counting how many times someone used some type of insult

Lyney and lynette begin bad mouthed becose they are form house of hearts reader will just launch a lawsuit for badmouthing thier favorites

Furina begin insulted by some pepole whonate not form Fontaine well the reader will want to throw them and drown under water thoses pepoles

That random who interrupts childe when he was talking to traveler and reader in fontain.....well begin punching bag for fatui harnbringer is now a mercy compared to how much the reader who......PURCHESE THE STEAM ROLLER AND DRIVES OVER ON THIS MO-* sorry for tehicaly dificulty*

PART 3 IT IS BABY LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO

Thank you so much for requesting, @zardas75 ! I would've been more dead otherwise lol :')

Click Me For Part 1! Click Me For Part 2!

When Someone Insults Lyney, Lynette, Furina, and Childe! (No Vice Versa Today, Sorry!)

(Warning: Slight Spoilers to 4.0 Archon Quest & Might be OOC!)

Lyney

He was utterly flabbergasted that you would go out of your way for Lynette and he. I mean sure—he felt absolutely blessed and grateful that you would personally be his attorney (along with the Traveler & Paimon), but he did not expect you to jump on people that were insulting him because...of where his origin lies with.

It wasn't surprising that the entirety of Fontaine came to hear about the court case that held trial to press charges for a murder he didn't commit. so Lyney can't say he wasn't expecting the rumors, but you? Yeah, you were an entirely different wildcard than to those he's usually familiar with.

Lemme tell you, he was not prepared for you to be all up in the harasser's merchandise. If this was a trial duel to defend one's honor—you were not the champion duelist that made the opponent surrender. You were the opponent about to end the champion duelist's entire career.

This harasser was good at trash talking and gossiping—they were quite a hard opponent to overcome and beat, and here's you running your mouth about them and quite literally ending their career in a matter of minutes.

As much as Lyney would find this amusing after 5 minutes of overcoming the shock, some of the things you were saying were....a little too horrifying he'll be honest. So, rather to save himself than the insulter, he smoothly interrupts your "conversation."

"Ah, Your Grace! Welcome Back to Fontaine! May I Have the Pleasure to show you our latest magic tricks? Lynette and I have been practicing for our upcoming show!"

With your *cough* favoritism *cough* good mood shining through the previous rage that befelled your face, you of course accept to see more magic tricks appear out of the Great Magician twins!

And that was how Lyney hopes to never get you in a bad mood ever in your stay in Fontaine. He doesn't want to see you smiting anyone for anyone.

Lynette

She's like Lyney, but more muted. She's honored that you would protect she and Lyney from this insulter, but if she was to give her opinion, it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. After all, with being well-known, there was bound to be both ups and downs eventually.

She'll admit, she was...pretty afraid after hearing many of the things you were spitting at the rapidly paling face of the insulter in front of you. After all, smiting people with the wrath of the power beyond all the gods was...terrifying and a true force to be reckoned with.

She's immediately helping Lyney to distract you from the situation while also giving well-hidden death glares at the insulter for making you mad. The last thing they needed was for you to deem Fontaine not a good nation.

"Tada~ I hope you liked that magic trick, Your Grace...If you would like, I can reserve a ticket for the best seat at our upcoming magic show for you to watch."

Lynette is both afraid and awe-struck of your abilities as the Creator. That doesn't mean she'll show it, of course.

Furina

In my personal opinion, I think Furina is both loved and hated by the people of Teyvat. While she is mostly loved by her nation, others (like Neuvillette) can't stand her or her enigmaticness.

You, as the Creator, understand both love and hate, but of course choose to love Furina regardless of her...dramatic and soap opera-levelled ideas. While you can respect other people's opinions...cursing and badly insulting them was just crossing the line for you. And you were not going to let it pass without planting your foot down first.

And, of course, Furina soaks up everything you said like a sponge to water. You, the Creator, beyond Celestia itself, were willing to defend her? If this were a live soap opera in the Opera Epiclese, Furina would say she was a 100% fan of you!

Alas, as much as she loves for you to go on, she is an idol within Fontaine. The last thing she needs is for her own people to think Fontaine might get smitten because of one insulter. After all, gossip changes the raw truth to make itself more interesting.

"Ah, Your Grace! I just so happens to realize that there will be a trial held in the Opera Epiclese. For, if you have the time to spare, wish to find new inspiration for your next creations, please—allow I, Lady Furina, to escort you there! Hehe, I can certainly garuantee that you will get the V.I.P. view up there with me!~"

And, since you have a soft spot for Furina, you happily accept. After all, you can get to know the Hydro Archon better than before, even if you don't like court sessions! It's a win-win for you. And at least that insulter will now think before striking again.

Next thing you know, gossip around Fontaine says that those who are granted visions are personally favored forevermore by the Creator, and that you should never cross with one else you face the wrath above the gods.

Childe

Boy oh boy...If you are an old Tartaglia/Childe Fan, this is for you. You were absolutely ecstatic that Childe was in Fontaine! I mean—he even came in the game's archon quest in a badass-ish way!

And OF COURSE you had to teach the guy annoying your boy a lesson. Like, hello??? You blind??? This is your boy here! What is this old man thinking?

So of course, you did. And you gave that man quite the scare. The Traveler and Paimon look at you taking this situation as both a physical and verbal showdown very calmly, since this wasn't exactly the first time you blew up at people.

Childe, however? Boy, he's taking notes. Your threats and insults were very interesting and unique—as expected of the Creator. And the fact you just summon a bamboo stick outta thin air and proceeded to give the man some back problems? The harbinger's wondering if he can borrow that idea as inspiration...

Nevertheless, he doesn't want to deal with court just yet, so he'll (unfortunately) step in and save this person's backside. Besides, he still owes mora to Northland Bank.

"Ahaha, Your Grace! Your prowress seems to only become stronger and even more gracious since we last met—as expected!" He grins at you. "How 'bout you leave him to me, though? He still owes the bank some mora."

And so you watched Childe beat up the man and yk the rest is history. Safe to say you were somewhat satisfied. One thing's for sure though—Childe 100% dedicated this battle to you. You did give him some inspiration to fight, after all!

AND WE ARE DONE! I hope you all enjoyed it :)

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: Gosh, this took longer than i expected...I'm sorry everybody! IRL stuff has been hitting me like Truck-kun and there wasn't that much of a good time to properly sit down and write. I swear I'm not dying just yet!

Also, to whoever who shall be merciful to my very ghostful soul—please send in some Freminet requests—I must write for my boy. 🐧

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wearepurplejackets · 2 months

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Little recap of episode 4 of season 4 of Wakfu

Look at this!!

You saw this beautiful smile???? This smile can stop babies from crying (and Nora). This smile can revive a puppy.

You saw it???

Well, I hope you did because I think we'll not see it in a really loooooooong time~ (maybe 9... Or 10 episodes.) The storm is coming... violently with a bat.

(BEHOLD SPOILERS OF EP 4 OF SEASON 4 OF WAKFU)

I remember Tot said season 4 was gonna be sad a f*ck and that Yugo will have to pass some kind of "hard trial" (AGAIN) in this season because this kid will never have a good rest. Not even a breath. Stop. Give this little boy some holidays c'mon, the lord is always testing our little angel to the limit. (And by lord I mean Ankama I'm looking at you...)

So it's very likely that Yugo will start to suffer even more in the next episode. And of course, in the entire season :))))))) Let this boy have something, someone precious by his side more than an instant and stop take it from him in the next second, I beg you. (He just found his family... And... Qilby I guess. And Adamai just abandoned him already to investigate by his own way...)

Just seeing how the kings and queens of every nation were so disrespectful in front of him and just called his mother a monster and made her cry, well. (I want to riot! When Joris said they were "quite tense" he fell short.)

Okay, yes, I understand the eyes in the sky~ are pretty creepy and of course I don't trust her either, at least, like this is so suspicious for sure, no one was born yesterday even when she is trying to be so kind and helpful monitoring the entire planet (yeessss mom, way too much).

But, c'mon, this is a goddess as tall as... I don't know, as much as she wants, girl she is made of f*cking magic. If she wanted she could erase you from existence. She didn't have to give a f*ck about anyone and HERE WE ARE~

The best thing you can do is looking for a fight with her in the moment you meet her with no hesitasion? Do you want to die that much? Do you know about survival? Did you skip that class maybe? (I'm going for a tea BECAUSE-)

It was so necessary to (be a little racist dear rich people and) insult the giant blue mother of your hero in his f*cking face and the people who are at least trying to do your job (which any of you losers did well, like ever, btw. When Sadida kingdom was about to be destroyed by the chaos of Ogrest what did you do?? Eh, where were you???)

Jobs like protecting and saving your citizens from, nothing, being robbed and I don't know: imminent death??? I mean, really? Was that all you thought about in this situation? Being a d*ck was your best choice.

These same guys here were talking about stolen freedom?? What freedom? The brotherhood of Tofu had to save your asses for like 3 season. 3 ovas and dozens of comics. The same people who criticize others actions but never assist and reunite when they are needed, Cause I don't know Rick, it seems a little fake....

Yugo just met his mom and his sis and he already has the world of 12 hating them... Like wow, the rulers are all going to die in the hands of that kind of white demon/zombies of TLOU/soul suckers or whatever they are. And I really don't give a f*ck for any of them, ladies and gentlemen. Only the crowns are going to remain. (Down with the monarchy.)

Weeeeeeeell.

You know what? I don't care what Yugo will do from this point. Nop, not a bit. But I'm with him to the end of everything. I will support you honey, I will defend you no matter what. I mean, I'll be totally okay if he decides to save the world for the third f*cking time and I also will be okay if in the end he prefers to let all these motherf*ckers die in an instant with no mercy and no regre-

And it could even happen that Yugo loses someone important in season 4... (The same way I will lose my mind.) Hope that never happens, I just swear to god-

Anyway, Yugo fans, unite and brace yourselves.

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afeelgoodblog · 1 year

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The Best News of Last Week - May 15, 2023

🐕 - Now It's a Paw-ty

1. World's oldest ever dog celebrates 31st birthday

Bobi was born on 11 May 1992, making him 31 years old, in human years. A big birthday party is planned for Bobi today, according to Guinness World Records.

It will take place at his home in the rural Portuguese village of Conqueiros in Leiria, western Portugal, where he has lived his entire life.

2. The FDA has officially changed its policy to allow more gay and bisexual men to donate blood

The Food and Drug Administration (FDA) has announced that they’ve eased restrictions on blood donations by men who have sex with men in an effort to address blood shortages. The new policy recommends a series of individual risk-based questions that will apply to all donors, regardless of their sexual orientation, sex, or gender. Gay or bisexual men in monogamous relationships will now be permitted to donate blood.

3. Illinois passes bill to ensure community college credits transfer to public universities

The Illinois General Assembly has passed a bill that would help community college students transfer to public universities.

It would ensure that certain classes taken at community colleges could be transferred to any higher education institution in the state. Some schools currently only count community college coursework as elective credits.

4. Brazilian President Lula recognizes 6 new indigenous territories stretching 620,000 hectares, banning mining and restricting farming within them

Brazilian President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva has decreed six new indigenous reserves, banning mining and restricting commercial farming there. The lands - including a vast area of Amazon rainforest - cover about 620,000 hectares (1.5m acres).

Indigenous leaders welcomed the move, but said more areas needed protection.

5. More than 1,000 trafficking victims rescued in separate operations in Southeast Asia

More than 1,000 trafficking victims were rescued in separate operations in Southeast Asia over the last week, officials in Indonesia and the Philippines said.

Indonesian officials said Sunday they freed 20 of their nationals who were trafficked to Myanmar as part of a cyber scam, amid an increase in human trafficking cases in Southeast Asia. Fake recruiters had offered the Indonesians high-paying jobs in Thailand but instead trafficked them to Myawaddy, about 567 kilometers (352 miles) south of Naypyidaw, the capital, to perform cyber scams for crypto websites or apps, said Judha Nugraha, an official in Indonesia's Foreign Affairs Ministry.

6. A peanut allergy patch is making headway in trials

An experimental “peanut patch” is showing some promise for toddlers who are highly allergic to peanuts. The patch, called Viaskin, was tested on children ages one to three for a late-stage trial, and the results show that the patch helped children whose bodies could not tolerate even a small piece of peanuts safely eat a few.

After one year, two-thirds of the children who used the patch and one-third of the placebo group met the trial’s primary endpoint. The participants with a less sensitive peanut allergy could safely tolerate the peanut protein equivalent of eating three or four peanuts.

7. Critically endangered lemur born at Calgary Zoo

The Calgary Zoo has released pictures of its newest addition, a baby lemur. The zoo says its four-year-old female black-and-white ruffed lemur, Eny, gave birth on April 7. The pup’s father is eight-year-old Menabe. The gender of the pup has not been confirmed but the Calgary Zoo says the pup appears bright-eyed and active and is on the move.

The black-and-white ruffed lemur is registered among the 25 most endangered primates in the world, due mostly to habitat loss and hunting.

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milla-frenchy · 8 months

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Fav Joel series

All of them are 18+ and nsfw

Please check for each fic all the warnings indicated by the author

Summaries are those written by the authors

Raider Joel @toxicanonymity

You think Joel is saving you from the bad guys, but he's claiming you for himself. You're his now, and he won't let you or his men forget it. How long until Stockholm syndrome sets in? Will his persona start to crack?

Slasher Joel @toxicanonymity

He's a tow truck driver and you're stranded. You're already DTF but end up fucking for your life when you offend him.

Night walks @toxicanonymity

Joel, an older neighbor you've been walking with late at night, asks you into his basement to sell him weed but not really. You can't stop fucking him after that.

Carnal @pascalsbby

You thought you had it all figured out before him. Animals. Tender, primal flesh. That’s what we are at the end of the day, no? Fucking, testing one another and then eating each other alive, heart first. Maybe the heart is the sweetest part of the body- or maybe it’s just the easiest to get to. You knew you wanted to be completely devoured by him. You wanted to fill the space between his teeth.

Dom!Joel @atticrissfinch

The wrong number that texts you ends up being a man much hotter than you’d ever expect…

⭐ Meet me in the back @atticrissfinch

When the gas station clerk refuses to sell you alcohol after a shitty day, you need to get creative

I know it when I see it @bageldaddy

It's the golden age of porn. sex and sin are the national pastime. Your career in adult films starts opposite a man who goes by the name texas.

I can be your pretty girl @walkintotheriveranddisappear

After your bodily insecurities stop you from exploring your sexuality, your dad's best friend offers to help you gain some confidence and help prepare you for experiences with men. as things progress with joel, you realize he's taking advantage of you, but that doesn't stop you from having a good time, too.

Online friends @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Hot single dilfs in your area want to chat, and you're more than willing to comply (anonymous sex chatting with joel)

Something wretched about this @covetyou

Your father has been medicating his long term illness for as long as you can remember, and he'd always been grateful to find medication suppliers even after the world went to shit. When he can't pay up, what lengths will you go to to protect your entire world?

Ravish @psychedelic-ink

Joel, only now starting to feel the impending sense of loneliness, decides to listen to Tommy and sign up on an online streaming service called Ravish.

Ghost of you @thetriumphantpanda

Grief is a strange thing. In the beginning it had been all-consuming. There wasn’t a moment of the day where you didn’t cry, didn’t ask yourself why it couldn’t have been you instead. And no-one ever explains the guilt you feel when it isn’t anymore. When it’s just a dull ache and you can finally breathe again, when you can start letting people get close to you again. People like Joel Miller.

Trial & error @thetriumphantpanda

Tommy has always been the loyal and doting boyfriend, the literal man of your dreams. Ready to take things to the next step, you soon find that Tommy is unable to have children. A family is all you’ve ever wanted, and neither of you are going to let this get in your way. Enter Joel, dark and mysterious and willing to do anything for his little brother, including fucking his girlfriend to get her pregnant. That’s what brothers are for, right?

Come away with me @thetriumphantpanda

Four years have passed and you’ve managed to raise a beautiful baby boy into a sweet little boy. Four years of one night with Joel Miller and countless others with his brother. You’ve been trying for months now for your second baby and it’s proving much more difficult than first time around, so Joel has a plan. One week, alone, on the lake, with one goal - another baby.

A lover's pinch @hier--soir

A one-night stand with a charming texan turns into something much more thrilling when you discover he is your new college professor. joel miller is entirely off limits. but now that you’ve had a taste, will you be able to keep your hands to yourselves?

You summer dream @swiftispunk

Fresh on the heels of the worst breakup of your life, you find an unexpected kindred spirit in joel miller, who's agreed to tag along for seven days to a tropical resort with you and your parents.

Lost in the dark @iamasaddie

One time you decide to cheat on your boyfriend is, of course, the time his dad catches you. Once normal relationship turns into something new, and you are forced to face the fucked up reality of your life

Hard to be soft, tough to be tender @iamasaddie

Desperation was never a good advisor, and yours led to find yourself as a very special person among Joel Miller's birds. You'll have to see for yourself if you have what it takes to live up to the status, and in the meantime Joel will "train" you and take care of you. // Joel Miller is a pimp and you are at your all time low, that's it.

Feelings on fire @joelscruff

You're back from college for the summer, staying with your devout catholic parents in your childhood home while they order you around and try to keep authority over you. as an act of rebellion you ask your new neighbor mr. miller to teach you how to play guitar, but it turns out there's a lot more he wants to teach you.

With pleasured hands @magpiepills

You’re Tommy Miller’s girlfriend, you’re on vacation with him and Joel, Tommy likes it when you’ve got an audience, Joel prefers being an active participant

Bullet for you darlin' @kewwrites - Dead dove do not eat

Joel takes something a little more personal from you after you run out of things to trade

Sunshine @kewwrites - Dead dove do not eat

A look at the innocent relationship between Sunshine and Joel till one night something changes the course of their relationship forever. 'Loss and heartbreak often turn the best of us into our worst selves.'

⭐ latest series added (11/18/2023)

HUGE thank you to all the authors 🙏🙏🙏

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caesium-55 · 22 days

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Lewis just wants to sleep. He's tired. He just arrived yesterday from Las Vegas and he needs to grant himself a lazy day or else, he'll go insane. He already planned out a perfect morning. You, on the bed with him in the most innocent sense—Lewis wouldn't mind sex because sex is nice and all but he also loved just resting with you and basking in your existence and your being—freely drifting in and out of the realm of sleep, no annoying alarm waiting to ruin his morning with that god-awful buzzing nose, basking in the silence and peace of a morning in the quiet part of Monaco, and letting the hours pass by without care. Then, when you both get sick of the sheets, you go down and grab breakfast in that café just across the building that sells amazing crepes.

But he wakes up and your side of the bed is cold and empty and panic sinks in his system quickly. He glances around the room. Sunlight peeks through the tiny gap of the black out curtains in the window. Besides the night lamp, it's the only source of light in the room. Your phone is not on the bedside table, Lewis notes. That means you slipped away from the bed and left the room some time ago without Lewis noticing. Usually, he'd feel it if you even just twitched and he'd wake up in a heartbeat, but the jet lag and the exhaustion that engulfed his entire body must have stopped him from doing so.

He sits up and rubs his face with his palms. He decides to follow after you downstairs.

The door abruptly opens with a loud bang, making Lewis flinch and turn his head towards. Lewis's face transitions from sleepy to shocked to confused.

You're wearing a gown that greatly resembles the type of gowns that the female cast of Netflix's Bridgerton wore in the show. It's a mixture of lilac and pink, both are pretty colors. Your hair is fixed into an elegant half-do with a plastic tiara to complete everything. On one hand, you carry a portable Bluetooth speaker. In the other, a microphone. You sport the most serious facial expression in the universe but nothing about you screams seriousness at all. Especially not with the funky-shaped eyeglasses that sit on the bridge of your nose.

You slam your hand against the light switch next to the door and the entire room brightens. Lewis chuckles at the sight of you, eyes twinkling with mirth. The room never feels more alive than it does now.

"Ta-da."

"Good morning, baby."

The intro of the song starts blaring through the speaker. A strong beat of drums. Then, you began to sing.

“After the war I went back to New York

A-after the war I went back to New York

I finished up my studies and I practiced law

I practiced law, Lewis worked next door—"

"Baby, you practice medicine—"

"Even though we started at the very same time

Lewis Hamilton began to climb

How to account for his rise to the top?"

You point the mic towards him. Lewis smiles and shrugs his shoulders.

"Man, the man is non-stop."

Lewis chuckles, amused. You are getting into it. You put your mic on your mouth again.

"Gentlemen of the jury, I'm curious, bear with me

Are you aware that we're making hist'ry?

This is the first murder trial of our brand-new nation

The liberty behind deliberation (Non-stop!)

I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt

With my assistant counsel

Co-counsel—"

Lewis tries to leave the sheets so he can get his phone and capture you in video. You stop him by putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Hamilton, sit down."

"I'm sat."

You begin pacing around the room, hands waving around in theatrical fluorish.

"Our client Levi Weeks is innocent

Call your first witness

That's all you had to say

Okay

One more thing–"

You walk up to him and Lewis waits for your next move.

"Why do you assume you're the fastest in the room?"

"Because I am?"

"Why do you assume you're the fastest in the room?

Why do you assume you're the fastest in the room?

Soon that attitude may be your doom!"

Lewis shakes his head at you.

"Why do you drive like you're running out of time?

Drive day and night like you're running out of time?

Every day you fight, like you're running out of time

Keep on fighting, in the meantime."

Your number ends with you doing a dramatic pose and Lewis bursts out laughing, the sound mixing with the fading music.

"I love you so much. You have no idea."

This is far from the ideal morning he's planned out. This is not quiet. This is not peaceful. This is boisterous and obnoxious and too much energy so early in the day and every bone in Lewis's body still screams exhaustion.

But Lewis wouldn't trade this morning over the peaceful morning in his mind. Not when you looked so happy singing and rapping that Hamilton song. You theater nerd. God, Lewis didn't know he was physically capable of loving a person this much.

"Hey baby, if we get a son, can we name him Alexander?"

"Whatever you want."

Lewis wishes this morning will never end.

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matan4il · 1 month

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Daily update post:

Another one that I start with news of a terrorist attack. -_- This morning, a terrorist started shooting at several vehicles driving down the Jordan Valley, one of which was a school bus. The driver of this bus confirmed that the terrorist was wearing what looked like an IDF uniform. According to Magen David Adom (Red Star of David) there are at least 3 people injured, one is a 13 years old kid, another is in serious condition. The terrorist has not yet been neutralized.

After Amit Soussana's testimony about being raped by Hamas, we also have a Palestinian Islamic Jihad (PIJ) terrorist admitting during an interrogation that he had raped a woman in her home in an Israeli kibbutz. It's not the first such testimony, but these are important enough that when they're published, they ALL must be heard.

The prosecution against the terrorists responsible for the massacre of October 7 has been expanded to include clauses which could end with the death penalty (I found a link to a journalistic source online, then I accidentally closed that tab, and can't find it again, but it's been reported on TV. The following tweet recounts the indictments, though the headline is misleading. A death sentence has not been approved, it's just now approved that it's a possible outcome of the trials, once they take place).

For those unfamiliar with the Eurovision Song Contest, it's an event that has been run since 1956, with the intent to help heal a post-war Europe, by allowing countries to have a friendly competition (instead of a bloody conflict), and also have a chance to get to know each other better through music. It's meant to be a unifying, and therefore also a-political fun music fest. This contest has since been expanded to include all countries that are members of the European Broadcasting Union, which means Israel also gets to compete since 1973, and has even won 4 times. I wrote this post about our entry this year, if anyone's curious. In recent years, the ESC has been used for annual anti-Israel propaganda, way before the war in Gaza. This year, a senior official in Israel's National Security Office had to issue a warning for any Israelis going to the competition in Sweden, to be careful and hide their identity as much as possible. I am passing along the warning, because wherever Israelis are in danger, so are Jews in general.

After Canada, Sweden, Australia and Finland, now France is also declaring that it will fund UNRWA again, proving that no amount of complicity in anti-Jewish terrorism will stop some European countries from passing along money to those who have raped, maimed, tortured and murdered us. But no worries! France promises it will ensure that their money won't go to terrorism. I will just remind everyone that France brokered a "deal" to pass along medications to Israeli hostages with chronic illnesses in Gaza, in exchange for an additional 1,000 packages of meds for Gazans. It then said they got reassurance that the meds got to those hostages (meaning, France quoted Qatar, which quoted Hamas, so this is the international diplomacy version of, "Trust me, bro. I'm a highly reliable antisemitic terrorist"). When Israeli soldiers got to a hospital in Gaza, they found some of the med packages for the Israeli hostages in its pharmacy, unopened and clearly not delivered to the rightful address. So... IDK about you, but I'm pretty sure even the French know their assurances about the UNRWA funding are just empty words.

This is 40 years old Mohammad Alatrash.

He's an Israeli Bedouin Muslim Arab, and father of 13, including a one month old baby. He was kidnapped on Oct 7, and has been held captive in Gaza since. Mohammad's uncle said the whole family's life has not been normal since he was taken hostage. Despite that, today several families of hostages had a tour of the attacked communities in the south, with Israel's and Belgium's Foreign Ministers, his brother Salem said that they're okay with Mohammad being released later, as long as Hamas frees the female hostages. "It's hell what they're made to go through there." Just a reminder that Mohammad is one of the Israeli Muslim hostages that Hamas could have and chose not to release even during the month holy to all muslims, Ramadan.

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jaehyunnie77 · 1 year

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surprise birthday gift

summary: gifting your husband the best valentines and birthday present ever.

pairing: jaehyun x f. reader

genre: pure filthy smut | fxmxf

warnings: pet names (babe/baby), threesome, nipple play, sub reader, oral (male recieving), deepthroating, facial, cum eating, hint of oral (female recieving)

wc: 3.3k

a/n: based off of this request! first time ever writing something like this and ... damn. there was no reason for my mind to go this deep - no pun intended lmao. thank you anon for requesting! not edited lol. happy birthday to our valentine boy ❤ and happy valentines!

Valentine’s Day is a special day for both you and Jaehyun, your husband, of six years. Besides the national showering of love, confessions to crushes, love making day, or even heartbreak, it is also his birthday. Which makes the date and holiday ten times better. Usually, you both would spend the day together being low-key and maybe going out on the town for dinner and drinks.

This year however, you made other plans. Plans you don’t really do but nonetheless want to surprise him.

Though you’ve been married for six years, you’ve been together for way longer than that. Ten years to be exact. You both met in one of your freshman courses in college and hit it off. You trust each other with your entire being and cliché as it sounds, he is your best friend and vice versa. You both confide in each other about your insecurities, secrets, and fantasies, which is how you thought of the surprise gift for him.

Just a week before Valentine’s Day, you were both laying down in bed watching a random movie when he asks you about your kinks and fantasies.

“Hmm, I can’t think of anything right now.” you shyly say.

“Baby, it’s just me you can tell me.” he laughs at how cute and flustered you are.

“I know, but I really can’t think of anything. We’ve pretty much done everything I can think of.” you laugh as memories of the many hot and steamy sex you’ve both had flashes in your mind.

“Oh really. Please do remind me.” he teases knowing where this is going.

“Well for starters of all starters, fucking in the bathroom in the middle of a college party was always on my bucket list. Car sex out in the middle of the woods when we went camping the first time. A quickie in the upstairs bathroom when we met our parents for the first and they were downstairs –“

“That one was funny, they kept asking you if you were alright.” He chimes in.

“Oh! That one date night when we went to that popular restaurant we’ve been wanting to go to and we were so horny, we ended up having sex in the back of the alley. Hmm, oh! When I wore those vibrator panties when we had dinner with your boss and his wife.”

“Okay that one was a fun night.” Jaehyun laughs at the memory of you squirming in your seat and trying hard not to moan as you kept crossing your legs.

“Yeah and plain torture for me when I was coming five times in a row.” You smack him playfully on the shoulder. “Meany. Anyways, um we did a bit BDSM and role playing after watching Fifty Shades of Grey. When we went to New York for the weekend and had sex in front of the large window in our hotel room when we were like 500 feet in the air. And lastly, we’ve had sex toys in play.”

“Damn, we’ve done a lot. I truly do appreciate and love you, you know.” He says as his mind replays all of your sex adventures and all those trials and errors. He’s trying hard not get a hard dick, but how can he not when you’re the best and amazing person he’s ever had sex with, and better yet, the woman he loves.

You can tell by the way he shifts that he’s trying to be more comfortable when you can clearly see the imprint of his meat on his pajama pants.

“What about you sir? Any other kinks and fantasies we haven’t done yet?”

He’s silent for a second trying to come up with a way to answer your question without giving you the wrong idea. “Um, I’ve always thought about a threesome –“

“Oh! Me too, not going to me –“

“But with you and another girl.” He says quietly as he looks at you. He studies your face to see if there is any negative reaction from you. You think about it for a second more before smiling at him.

“That’s not a bad idea. I mean I know I’m team dick all the way, but I have always wondered what it’d be like to be with another woman.”

“Hmm. Interesting. Please do tell me more.” Jaehyun kisses you on the cheek before getting on top of you and littering kisses all over your face. The movie is long forgotten as both of your minds are filled with only pleasuring each other for the remainder of the night.

Two days before Valentine’s Day, you had the perfect birthday gift for Jaehyun. Yes, you are going to fulfill his fantasy and grant him a threesome with someone you both know and trust. Sure, you could have called an escort or so, but you watch too many movies and the outcome in those aren’t good. Besides, this friend of yours is an expert in these kind of kinks.

When you bought up the conversation you and Jaehyun had to your friend Ana, you kept going over the pros and cons of a threesome with another female.

“It’s not that I’m insecure or afraid that he’ll love it so much and cheat on me, but I just never done anything like this before. I mean three is a crowd already.” You tell Ana your concerns.

“First timers are always scared and nervous, but once you’re in the act of doing it all, that’s the last thing on your mind.” She says slurping on her ice.

“I guess I just don’t want to look like I lack in the sex department.” you laugh out loud.

“Y/N, take it from someone who is wild and loves sex and practice safe sex, no one really cares if you know how to give the best blowjob or not as long as you’re having fun. Personally, being with three people is super fun. You get to take turns and bring out a whole different side you never thought was there. Then again, I don’t intend to settle down.”

Remembering why you asked her for a quick catch up, you swallow thickly and hope this doesn’t make anything awkward after asking her this. “You trust me right?”

Ana nods her head in response.

“And I trust you and we’ve known each other since practically middle school, and again I trust you –“

“What are you trying to say Y/N?” Ana says intrigued that she’s never seen you stumble over your words before let alone how nervous you seem.

“I- I was wondering if you wanted to help me and surprise Jaehyun for his birthday and gift him a threesome.” You shyly look away as you internally cringe. There could have been a better way to word that.

Ana stares at you because you’re acting as if this is your first time ever having sex. She chuckles a bit to help ease your nerves. “For starters, I’m super delighted you trust me and I’m even more honored you asked me. Are you really sure you want to do this?”

“Yes. Honestly, I’ve always been curious what it would be like as I’ve told you before.”

“Okay then. I trust you and if you were ever feel uncomfortable or want to call it off, just let me know. I will completely understand.” She says before sealing the deal on your surprise gift.

Valentine’s Day is finally here and you have both the butterflies and anxiety running around.

“He’s going to be home in five minutes.” You tell Ana on video call as she gets ready in her bathroom. Luckily, she doesn’t live too far from you.

“Remember to relax Y/N.” She tells you after seeing how nervous you are.

“I know I know. Okay, so we’ll grab dinner and I’ll text you when we are on our way back home.”

Ana just chuckles, “Sounds like the plan. I’ll see you soon and have a lovely dinner.”

You breathe in heavily and exhale all the nerves your body. You look around your living feeling proud of yourself. You outdid yourself by placing rose petals on the floor and hanging up balloons for this special day. You even have a box of chocolates in the middle of your dining table.

When the door finally opens and in comes your hot husband, you burst with excitement for what’s in store.

“Hi honey. Happy birthday.” You give Jaehyun a kiss as he stumbled back a little. When you part, he can see there’s something different about you tonight. It’s probably just the day today, but you look extra and really beautiful tonight. That’s when he realizes the balloons hanging and the rose petals and slow soft R&B playing in the background.

“Wow babe. You’ve outdone yourself this time. Thank you. Truly.” His eyes turns into crescents when he smiles at you.

“Thank you. Now go get ready before we head to our reservations.”

After grabbing dinner and having a splendid meal, you both head back home. You quickly sneak a text to Ana to let her know you were on your way. Twenty minutes later, you pull up to your cozy condo and get slightly nervous again. It wasn’t until you see Ana and relax just a bit.

“Oh hey Ana. Nice to see you here.” Jaehyun says surprise to see your friend on your doorstep this late in the night.

Ana smiles sweetly at him, “Happy birthday and happy valentine’s day. I know it’s late, but I was wondering if I could borrow that one dress Y/N? The one you showed me a couple of days ago.”

“Oh right! You have that date tonight don’t you. So sorry we came home late, but yes!”

Seriously, you both should win best actress or some shit because you said that without stuttering.

Jaehyun unlocks the door and you and Ana walk into your cozy home. You lead Ana towards your bedroom as Jaehyun heads over to the couch and finally relaxes.

When you come back out two minutes later, you gather your courage and sit next to Jaehyun.

“I have a present for you.”

“Oh babe you didn’t have to. Seriously, you being in my life is the best present I’ve ever received.”

“You still know how to make my heart skip a beat.” He leans in to give you a chaste kiss.

“So you agree that you’re my present?” he teasingly asks.

“I have to give you your actual present first before we get to that. You deserve something rewarding for being the best husband in the world. Now, close your eyes.”

He smirks at that last sentence, “Kinky are we?��

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Jae please. Just do it.”

“Fine, fine. Closing my eyes now.”

He does as he’s told as Ana quietly peaks her head out of your bedroom and walk towards you. You stand up next to her as you try easing your nerves.

YOLO you thought to yourself.

“Open your eyes Jae.” He opens his brown eyes and is confused to see Ana standing next to you.

“Um? Okay?”

“Your lovely wife here thought we would surprise you for your birthday this year by doing something you both would like to experience together.”

Still not understanding Ana, he looks at you for help. “What is she talking about?”

“Well you know how we talked about fantasies and such? Well I thought I’d do just that for your special day.”

Jaehyun thinks he knows what you’re talking about, but it wasn’t until it was confirmed when Ana stands behind you and starts touching. She pushes your hair to one side and kiss your neck tenderly, her hands roaming around your chest and landing to massage your breasts. As she does this, you make eye contact with Jaehyun communicating through your eyes somehow.

Ana takes off your jacket and unzips your dress. When the dress falls around your feet leaving you only in your bra and underwear, Jaehyun’s jaw tightens. He wishes he could touch you at this very minute, but he was so hypnotize from what’s happening in front of him.

Ana turns you to face her and tells you to relax with a comforting smile. She brings her face closer to you and kisses you gently before tongues were in the mix. You can taste her cherry chaptick on your lips as she brings your bodies closer together becoming one. You get lost in the moment as you start to enjoy kissing your friend and soon your hands have a mind of their own. You take off her jacket and tug at her shirt to pull it off. She trails kisses down your jaw to your chest and you look at your husband who now has a full hard on.

You lightly moan when Ana teases your nipple over your bra and Jaehyun’s eyes follow her every move on you.

“Jaehyun, do you like what you see?” she asks breathlessly.

“This is so fucking hot.” He immediately responds.

Ana unhooks your bra before turning you to face Jaehyun as she begins to suck on your hard nipple and her hand massages the other. She lets go with a loud pop and looks at Jaehyun, “She’s so sensitive isn’t she?”

All he could do was nod at her statement before she repeats her actions to the other breast. The feeling of her tongue and the look on your husband’s face, you swear you could cum right there. Ana once again lets go with a loud pop before sitting down next to Jaehyun in only her bra and panties.

“Y/N, I want you to get on your knees in front of your man.” Ana demands.

You do as you’re told and sit there waiting for your next action. Ana gets closer to Jaehyun’s ear and whispers, “She’s such a good submission isn’t she.”

“You have no idea.” He responds back as his hooded eyes stays on you.

“Undo his pants slowly.” Ana continues.

You undo his pants slowly making sure your hand brushes over his hard length. Your mouth waters just by the fleeting touch and can’t wait to have a taste of it.

“Take off his boxers slowly like a good girl.” Once you do that and his cock is exposed she tells you, “Now, give his big cock kisses it deserves.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You grab his heavy and beautiful cock and give it kisses up and down his shaft. You hear Jaehyun breathe deeply and you know he’s trying to control himself and not let the beast out just yet. Ana begins to give him kisses along his face down to his collarbone. She tugs at the end of his shirt for him to take it off and he does. Once that is off, she continues to kiss his abs down to his happy trail until she is kneeling next to you.

Jaehyun’s hand has a mind of its own as they both hold onto each of you.

“Put him in your mouth now.” Ana says lustfully.

You slowly put him in your mouth feeling every ridge of vein as he goes further down your throat. Jaehyun whispers a low fuck in the process knowing how much he loves it when you suck him off slowly like this. What he didn’t expect was for Ana to hold your head down while you deep throat him causing tears to form in your eyes as you make eye contact with him. He couldn’t help but buck his hips into your mouth loving the sensation of your warm mouth and the sound of you gagging around his cock. .

What he also didn’t expect was once you come up for air, you offer Ana to have a taste.

“Are you sure Y/N?” both he and Ana ask at the same time.

You’re too horny to think about anything and just nod your head.

Ana slowly puts him in her mouth as she slowly begins to bob her head.

Jaehyun couldn’t believe this was happening to him right at this very second.

While she was busy doing that, you come up to Jaehyun to kiss his neck as you both watch Ana suck on his dick. You swear it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever encountered. Jaehyun turns your attention back to him as he kisses you deeply and one hand massages your breast. Getting an idea pop into your head, you break the kiss and go back to sit next to Ana.

While she sucks his dick, you massage his balls and that action itself makes Jaehyun rolls his eyes to the back of his head in ecstasy. You suck on his balls lightly before teasing him again. Ana chuckles when she notices what you’re doing sending the vibrations straight to Jaehyun’s spine.

She comes up for air and grabs your head to bring it back to her and kiss you. Jaehyun opens his hooded eyes in time to see your tongues playing with each other. As if you both have the same mindset, you both bring your faces in front of his angry cock and tease it with your tongues on both sides of his length. You both get into the same rhythm of going up and down his shaft with your tongues and meeting at his tip to exchange saliva and kiss each other with tip in both of your mouths.

“Fuck this is so fucking sexy.” He breathlessly says.

You smile love knowing that he loves it as Ana signals you to repeat the motion. After a few more, you put him back in your throat for him to fuck your throat as Ana sucks on his sack. Jaehyun couldn’t handle it anymore. He was a moaning mess and bucking his hips more rapidly into your mouth.

“Fuck I’m going to cum. Fuck fuck fuck.” You feel his cock twitch and you pull off his dick as Ana joins you in waiting for his warm cum to hit your faces. A second later, he finally releases his long and warm load on your tongues and faces.

Once he comes back from the heavens, you look at Ana and quietly start laughing. You really can’t believe you three just did that. Still being a newbie at this, you didn’t expect Ana to grab the back of your head to bring it closer to her face as she sticks out her tongue into your mouth as you both share and mix Jaehyun’s come.

Seriously, he is the luckiest man alive because even though he just busted a load, he is getting harder again just watching you make out with a girl and sharing his come.

“This is the best birthday gift ever.” He says lowly enough for you to hear him and you break away swallowing his load and giggling.

You begin to get up to go get cleaned up, but both he and Ana grab onto your wrist preventing you from going anywhere.

“Where are you going?” he asks teasingly.

“To get cleaned up?” you say unsure, but all Jaehyun does is shake his head as he makes eye contact with Ana. Something in that look communicated with one another as they both had the same idea in mind.

“We’re not finished though.” Ana says gleefully as she begins to tug on your wrist.

“We-we’re not?” you swallow thickly knowing full well what they meant.

“We’re just getting started baby.” Jaehyun says as his other hand pats the seat next to him on the couch. You get up from your knees to sit next to him as Ana kneels closer to you and begin to tease your skin. You could feel your wetness gushing out of your aching core.

Jaehyun gently grabs your chin to kiss you deeply, “You did such a great job baby. You’re really the best wife ever.”

“Anything for you my love. Happy birthday.” You whisper to him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” he whispers back.

You feel Ana beginning to leave love bites up your leg to your inner thighs as she gets closer and closer to your core. You sigh in satisfaction as you begin to moan loudly when she finally gets to your much needed throbbing core.

Indeed, the night is just beginning.

#jaehyun #jaehyun smut #jaehyun oneshot #nct smut #nct scenario #jaehyun x female reader

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jqnehr · 8 months

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trial and error | Miguel O'Hara — part 2

you hate your life as spider-woman. you hate how demanding it is—yet, a chance meeting with three others who understand sets you on the path to redemption from pain—but a certain Head of the Spider Society seems bent on making sure you know just how much he hates you.

pairing: miguel-o'hara x f!spider-reader warnings: sfw, angst, enemies-to-lovers, eventual fluff, mean Miguel, etc word count: 3.9k note: welcome to part two! a lot happens in this chapter, so buckle up y'all. but we're not even getting started on the story 🤭 there is much more to come.

! not proof read

! do not copy, redistribute, translate, or use my work with or without credit in any way. thank you.

part one ⋮ masterlist ⋮ part two

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Miguel pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut, before they open again and are fixed onto Jess, who reciprocates his stare firmly.

“Why can’t Peter do it?” You stand there awkwardly, slightly offended at the Head of Spider Society’s clear diffidence towards accompanying you on a mission. You eye him, perplexed at his attitude. Did you do something to elicit such an…aversive response to your presence from the man?

“Peter’s back in his universe, spending some well-deserved time with MJ and Mayday.” Is Jess’ reply, her tone indifferent and sarcastic. “I’ve got an appointment with the doctor about my baby, that I can’t miss.”

Your eyes dart between the two, and the rigid atmosphere. It’s quite clear who’s the cause and problem here—you. At least, according to Miguel, and what regard he holds you in. It’s obvious he thinks you’re a real nuisance.

As Miguel heaves a sigh, flicking his crimson stare to you, the doors to Miguel’s office open and in strides Hobie Brown, aka Spider-Punk. Hands shoved into his pockets, a lollipop in his mouth, and guitar strapped to his back as usual, Hobie acknowledges the three of you and blinks. “Eh, what’s goin’ on ’ere?”

Hobie’s thick cockney accent never fails to amuse you. His ‘what’ sounds much more like ‘wot’, and his frequency to throw in slang from his home country leaves many Spider-People—most of which are of American nationality—failing to understand.

The tall, young man is inexplicably cool, and when he announced he was a former runway model, you believed him. The guy just oozes confidence and charisma, leaving everyone—particularly young women close to his age—inevitably drawn to him.

You feel relieved that he’s pranced in, in his carefree, insouciant way. His blasé presence slices through the tense air like a knife.

Miguel looks immediately annoyed, while Jess seems to share your instant ease to the Brit’s abrupt appearance.

“Hey, Hobie.” You wave, your shoulders relaxing. He lifts his chin in a quick motion, his way of returning your greeting. Cockney habits are very informal, but it always leaves you feeling at ease.

The kid’s like a younger brother to you. That one brother who’s always so chill, easy-going and good company.

He saunters over, before webbing his way up to the platform, as if he owns the place. Miguel looks unimpressed. Hobie takes one hand from his pocket and slings that arm over your shoulder in a casual, friendly fashion. “Feels like I just walked in on a funeral.”

A grin threatens to crack, but you bite the inside of your bottom lip to keep from doing so. Miguel looks ready to throw something at Hobie; Hobie sees his look, and the guy’s full lips quirk up into a smirk at the Head’s reaction.

Jess sighs. “Y/n here has been assigned to a mission, but there’s no one here to accompany her—except for Miguel here.” She gives said man a deadpan look. “But he seems awfully reluctant.”

“Because I’ve got more pressing matters to attend to than supervising some rookie.” Miguel shoots back, brows creasing into his classic, dark frown. You blink, jaw falling open in offence to his crude reference to you.

“Excuse me?” You bite, hands now on your hips, brows raised into a scolding, questioning look you usually give to someone you would reprimand harshly. “I’ve been in this business for over ten years, and you call me a rookie? Just what do you take me for?”

“Someone not efficient enough to hold her own.” Miguel smoothly responds, staring at you down his nose. You grit your teeth, fists clenching in vexation. You hold his gaze fiercely. “I understand it’s my first time actually battling anomalies, but I’ve had my fair share of supervillains over the years. You underestimate me sorely.”

“Give her a chance, Miguel.” Thank you, Jess. Jess is probably the most reliable person here. And you doubt Miguel would just ignore his second-in-command’s words.

But he does. “The answer’s no. She goes nowhere unless there’s someone with her.”

“I can go.” Hobie pats your shoulder. “I’m efficient.”

Miguel’s eyes narrow at Hobie’s tone, before pursing his lips and looking at you again. “Don’t mess up. You’ve been warned.”

Your glare grows cold. What on earth does this man have against me? “You got it, boss.”

You whirl around, tapping a few buttons on your gizmo before the portal opens, its destination Earth-0219, where the anomaly has been sighted and is bound to be wreaking havoc. “Let’s go, Hobie.”

Hobie sniffs before opening his own portal, and the room is soon quiet once again, leaving Jess and Miguel to stand there silently.

“You got a personal grudge against her or something?” Jess questions, crossing her arms. “You treat her as if she killed your pet goldfish.”

Miguel turns away, facing his monitors once again. “I’m taking precautions. Nothing personal.”

Jess’ brows raise in surprise. “‘Nothing personal’? Y/N looks ready to throttle you when you speak and look at her that way. I think she’s taking it pretty personally—and fair enough.”

“It’s her problem if she’s too sensitive.” The camera feed shows you and Hobie working together harmoniously, clear team effort put in, despite Hobie’s supposed distaste for ‘consistency’. You are more than capable at holding your own—but Miguel feels justified in his need for such prudence. No mistakes can be made, and you are already a major exception.

Jess stares at him for a second longer before clicking her tongue and shaking her head, turning away and hitting the button to lower his platform.

He turns to look at her questioningly, before understanding her not wanting to jump around with a baby. She fixes him with her usual clear-eyed, stern stare. “You’re so caught up considering the multiverse that you forget to consider the feelings of those around you.” Her brows furrow, eyes empathetic. “When, in reality, the multiverse relies on those people’s feelings.”

The doors swing shut behind her, and Miguel stands there, staring after her, surprised by her words.

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The mission was successful—the anomaly was webbed up and thrown into the portal, and you two headed back to HQ. With a clearly exaggerated yawn, Hobie announced he’s gonna head back to his dimension and take a nap.

Leaving you to report the mission’s findings and info to Miguel.

You groan under your breath. Why should you have to report when everything is on camera, anyway? Miguel is bound to have been watching the both you—and likely you in particular—so what’s the point?

You grumble lowly to yourself as you turn for Sector 4, the hallway leading straight for Miguel’s office. The man is frustratingly stubborn, terribly intimidating and exasperatingly hot. You had to really control yourself and keep from staring when you first saw Miguel without his mask. Damn him for being your exact type—or you just have poor taste in men.

You scan your gizmo on the authentication device in front of the doors, and they swing open once you’re authorised. Of course, the man is brooding away up on that ridiculous platform hovering twenty metres above the ground—or, as you like to call it, his flying saucer.

“Hey, boss man, we’re back,” You call, stopping a distance away so you could actually see the guy. His enormous back faces you, and doesn’t appear to have heard you. Either that, or he’s just ignoring you—as usual.

“Miguel?” After twenty seconds of silence, you draw out the syllables of his name in an unimpressed fashion. God, this man’s insufferable. “You don’t want me to give you a mission report? Alright then, have a good afternoon.”

Unwilling to remain in that suffocating room any longer, you spin around and step for the entrance.

Suddenly, your Spidey-Senses tingle as something shoots past your ear and familiar glowing red web strikes the door’s exit button, keeping it shut.

The web retracts with a snap back into Miguel’s wrist, and you slowly turn back to face him, expression incredulous. “…You could’ve just told me to stay and report.” How dramatic.

Miguel is facing you, hulking frame overshadowing you, even from such a height. Your stomach turned slightly in intimidation, wary. His crimson eyes seem to glow in the dimness of the room. “You are to speak to me in a respectful tone at all times.”

“Respect is earned,” you scoff, crossing your arms. Miguel’s gaze is intent, unrelenting. It makes you waver, but you hold up your confident façade. You refuse to be threatened by the man. “And you haven’t earned mine.”

Miguel crosses his arms also, staring at you down his nose—as usual. It really grates on your nerves, that haughty, superior look he has. “I shouldn’t have to. It’s protocol here, and you’re to follow it as long as you remain here.”

“What, you’re gonna kick me out because I refuse to let you treat me like crap? I don’t care who or what you are or what you’ve accomplished. You’ve been nothing but an asshole to me this entire time, and I can’t be bothered playing nice.”

One of Miguel’s thick brows lifts slightly, and you just know it’s a send-and-no-receive mentality with this man. Your words just went through one ear and out the other. “Mission report.”

You resist rolling your eyes, and shoot some web out, letting it latch on and pull you up. You’d always prided yourself in having a tall frame, but this man makes you feel like a child when you stand beside him. You wave the papers full of all the necessary information and dump it on his already-cluttered desk. You turn to head out. “Everything’s in there. Read it over, and if you’re not happy with it, hassle Hobie. I’m done for the day.”

Miguel steps into your path, the proximity now uncomfortable and you take an instinctive step back. His gaze is intense, and you find yourself fidgeting nervously. “I would like you to personally report it. I haven’t the time to read over some extra papers.”

“And, yet, you have time to speak to me?” You can’t help but give him a sardonic smile. “Wow. I'm honoured. I finally feel accepted.”

Miguel’s eyes narrow menacingly at your snark. “Do you think I’m unaware of just how much you enjoy this place?” He leans forward, even further into your space, and your heart rate immediately picks up. Miguel raises one hand. “And I can take it that away like—” he snaps his fingers, and you flinch, despite yourself, “—that.”

It is not an empty threat, you can see just how dead serious he is by just one look at him. You have a bit of a staredown with him before begrudgingly complying. “Fine,” you sigh heavily, shooting him a vehement glare before taking a step away and maintaining distance again. Why didn’t I just force Hobie to do this? Your heart shows no signs of slowing—and likely not until you’ve gotten far away from this behemoth of a man. You hate the control that he secretly has over you, and you know he knows it.

You cast one more fleeting glance at him. His stare isn’t relenting. “Everything’s already on film which you just have to click a few buttons to access, but, since you’re so insistent…” You pick up the papers. “The anomaly was just another variant of Green Goblin. Minimal casualties—he’d already caused some destruction before we arrived on scene. Four people are dead, twelve are injured, the severity of their wounds varying.” You aren’t telling anything he doesn’t already know, but you continue. “Their Peter Parker or whoever hasn’t been bitten yet, I don’t think, considering the absence of a local Spider-Man or Woman.”

“…Good work.” You freeze, slowly turning to stare wide-eyed at Miguel. Did he just…compliment you? He doesn’t seem to notice your shock, or else he just doesn’t care. “That earth’s Spider-Person is scheduled to be bitten in two months from now.” Miguel swipes a monitor into view, pointing at an image of a pretty young Asian-American girl. “This is Cindy Moon—one of many.” He is referring to Silk, one of the female variants of Spider-Woman. “I am assigning you to her universe—you are to watch over it like a hawk and make sure everything flows as it should.” Miguel pins a stern glare on you. “Make sure all her canon events occur correctly, and, when she is ready, you are to recruit her into the Spider Society.”

You blink, stunned speechless. “You—you’re…” you croak, before aheming, trying to recover from your shock. “You’re…making me a mentor?”

“An eventual one, yes,” he replies tonelessly, throwing you a look over his shoulder and he hits a button and all necessary information of Cindy Moon of Earth-794, instead of Earth-616, is immediately sent to your gizmo. “Make sure she remains safe. She is going to be a promising Silk.”

“So…do you want me to just…stalk her and reveal myself to her at the right time?” You don’t really like the sound of watching the teen like some creep. “What if another anomaly pops up in her dimension and I have to deal with it before the right time?”

“If that ever happens, then you immediately report to me.” Miguel seems unbothered by the suggested scenario. He gives a quick order to Lyla before addressing you again. “All necessary info has already been sent to you.”

He pauses, and then faces you fully, eyes glinting hazardously. “I am trusting you with a damn lot right now, but you’re the only one available for the job, so don’t screw this up.” His brows furrow a bit more than they already are, frown darkening. “You know what happens if you do.”

You purse your lips and swallow, eyeing him warily. “Sure do.” You really can’t stand how much control he has over you. Giving him feeble finger-guns, you turn to head out. “I’ll see ya around, then, boss man.”

He doesn’t reply, and soon the doors clunk shut behind you.

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Earth-794 Cindy Moon’s story is a bit different from the more widely-known one—there is no Peter Parker that also gets bitten by the same spider as her, and she’s only sixteen, not eighteen. You diligently follow Miguel’s orders, keeping watch over the girl’s dimension, but you don’t watch her all the time. The place and area where she gets bitten is already stated, and you don’t really have to do much until that day rolls around.

The Cindy Moon of Earth-794 is a lot more extraverted than her other selves in all alternate dimensions. Her going into ten-year isolation is not stated as a canon event, which confuses you greatly. With all the other Silks you’ve met, they’ve all shared their harrowing stories of that decade of quarantine, essentially. All are equally horrifying, and similar. No wonder many of the Cindy Moons hung out together.

You stand from lounging on your couch, stretching, dumping down the documents on Cindy you were just reviewing. It’s a humid mid-spring Saturday, the AC running and set to an easy 20°C. You’re still in your pyjamas—an oversized yellow tee with faded printing of what once was the cover image of your teenage years’ favourite band, fuzzy Daffy Duck patterned pyjama pants and your hair piled up messily on your head. You yawn and head for your tiny kitchen, refilling the jug, setting it to boil, before dumping two teaspoonfuls of instant coffee into a mug.

Your gizmo is lying unattended on the coffee table. As you grab the milk from the fridge and a packet of healthy frooze balls, the gadget’s screen flashes with an incoming call.

Sighing, you pop a frooze ball into your mouth, stooping down to grab the gizmo, strap it to your wrist and answer the call.

You forget to glance at the caller ID before the person’s hologram pops up.

“Hey up, love.” You’re relieved to see Hobie’s image appear instead of a certain Head of the Spider Society who seems to enjoy bothering you every other hour ever since he assigned you the task. You make a slight sound of amusement at Hobie’s thick accented ‘love’, the word sounding like ‘lof’.

You continue to chew while answering with a muffled ‘hey’ back.

“So, we got the top dog wondering where you are.” Hobie never beats around the bush; he gets straight to the point, which you appreciate. Hobie scrunches his nose as he sniffs in his usual nonchalant way, clearly derisive of ‘the top dog’ Miguel’s signature fretting. “’e says you’re not answerin’ ’is messages.”

“Oh, then, tell him I’m in my home universe slaving away at stalking a sixteen-year-old girl, like he’s told me to.” You roll your eyes, curling your lip up sarcastically; turning around at the sound of the jug’s switch popping, showing the water is now boiled. You stifle a yawn. “If he’s so afraid of me breaking the canon with some pieces of paper I’m reading on my living room couch, then he’ll just have to come and civilly express his concerns to me himself.”

“Alrigh’y,” Hobie responds, appearing utterly unbothered at your previous words that alluded to you ‘stalking’ a ‘sixteen-year-old’. Nothing ever fazes Hobie Brown. Makes him all the more iconic. “See ya, darl.” And then the call ends.

You unclasp the gizmo from your wrist and dump it on the bench while you stir the hot water, milk and some brown sugar into the coffee to lessen its strong taste. Blowing on it slightly, you grab the gizmo and pop the mug on a coaster, flopping down on your couch again.

Your gizmo vibrates with yet another call.

Groaning, you snatch up the gadget, check the caller ID and what do you know—it’s Miguel O’Hara.

You answer. “Yes? If you’re worried about me and this mission which you clearly don’t trust me enough to handle, everything’s fine and dandy and I’m reading over the papers you gave me.”

You’re surprised to see Miguel masked, and seems to be running, his voice strained and breathless. “I’m not worried about that! Why aren’t your notifications on? There’s an anomaly in Earth-794, the earth you’re supposed to be protecting!”

You sit up immediately, alarmed. “What?!” You exclaim, rushing for your bedroom and wrenching out your Spider-Suit. “I didn’t get an anomaly alert! Even with my notifications off, it should still come through!”

You hear Miguel swear harshly in Spanish. “¡Apúrate! Get out here, now!”

With that, Miguel’s image blinks out and you’re left in silence once again.

You waste no time. Soon, you’re in your suit, mask on, and opening a portal for Earth-794, stepping into it.

To think we’re getting some action in her dimension so soon, you muse, scoffing. Miguel’s bound to blame me for this.

The other end of the portal opens and you land on top of an apartment complex rather ungracefully; you bowl forward, knocking over metal buckets and pot plants and surprising a middle-aged woman nearby so much, her basket of laundry flies from her hands.

You blink, briefly disoriented, before bowing a quick apology to the woman. “I’m so sorry! Please excuse me.”

She stares after you, wide-eyed, as you sling away with your web, heading in the direction where Miguel and the others likely were.

Eventually, you arrived at the scene—and dear god.

You spot Miguel, the blades in his suit latched to his arms out, claws extended, battling ferociously with the anomaly—a female Doc Ock, one far more powerful than you’ve ever seen before, and seems to have gained the upper hand.

Jess is nowhere to be seen. Of course, she’s probably resting because of the baby!

“Dammit, this is not good!” The Cindy Moon of this earth would be bound to see you guys on TV, considering the news anchor helicopters hovering around and the wail of police sirens. And if she sees Spider-People before she even becomes one herself, things could go very, very wrong. You understand that much.

“Miguel!” You call, swinging in, circling around and landing what would be a jaw-shattering kick to Doc Ock’s face. It only momentarily stuns her, though, it’s enough time for you to swing in and grab his arm, dragging him away. “Where’s everyone else?”

Miguel takes a breath in, as if to reply, before a portal opens up in the sky and in flies Peter, Spider-Mask on but he still has his pink bathrobe and baby sling on.

“Hey, you guys!” He jovially calls, flipping and landing on top of a pole, balanced perfectly. “What’d I miss?”

“Peter!” You cheer, before your Spidey-Senses blare in your mind and you duck before one of Doc Ock’s tentacles could grab your head and snap your neck. However, due to Miguel’s lack of Spidey-Senses, he takes the blow instead, rolling away, groaning.

“Oops! Sorry!” You rush to help him up, turning to glance over your shoulder at Peter. “Peter! Could you occupy her for a while?”

“I never get a break from babysitting!” He heaves an exaggerated sigh before whirling around and webbing one of the villain’s tentacles to a nearby tree. She shrieks in frustration, before her screams are distorted by another bout of intense glitching.

Your stomach turns at the disquieting sound, before facing Miguel again. He’s up and running in no time, and you both dash back into the fight. Soon, the villain is subdued long enough to open a portal and push her in.

“Should I talk to the reporters?” You enquire, landing beside Miguel as she commands the portal Doc Ock had just disappeared into closed.

He shakes his head. “No. The sooner we’re out of here, the better.” The red streaks on his mask that outline his eyes narrow menacingly at you. “I think you’d better leave first. I’ll see you in my office.”

You grit your teeth, aggravated at how quick Miguel is to blame you. You turn to open up a portal before Peter rolls to his feet nearby and, ever the peacemaker, places a reassuring hand on Miguel’s wide shoulder.

“Now, now, Miguel, no need to go for Y/N’s throat.” Relief fills you at Peter’s easygoing tone, while Miguel just sets his murderous glare on him instead. Peter appears oblivious. “How was she to know another anomaly would pop up here once again? It’s not like she’s a psychic.”

You mutter a ‘thank you, Peter’ under your breath at his words. Although a bit gullible, he’s friendly and reliable. However, you know Miguel isn’t listening. He just brushes Peter’s hand off and reopens a portal. “Let’s get out of here. We’ll talk back at HQ.”

The portal snaps shut behind Miguel. You and Peter share a glance, before he shrugs. “He’ll live.”

But will I? You don’t want a trash can thrown at you thanks to the fit of rage Miguel would likely be in. Peter won’t be on the receiving end. You will.

You offer a small smile, despite him being unable to see through your mask. “He’s gonna have to. What’s the worst that could happen?”

The silence that ensues is an answer enough—a lot. And you both know it. You shake your head, forcing a laugh, before summoning your own portal from your gizmo. “I’ll put you in my will.”

Peter laughs at your words, finding the insinuation to Miguel’s impending wrath upon you hilarious. You didn’t, really. It was more of a half-joke. Knowing what that man can do… “You’ll be fine. I can accompany you there if it’ll make you feel better.”

“No.” You shake your head. Miguel would kick him out anyway. “I’ll…handle it.”

And as you step into the portal, flying through the tunnel for HQ, anxiety churns your stomach. You’re not very sure you will.

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translations: ¡Apúrate! - Hurry (up)!

HI!! welcome back haha, I hope you enjoyed that! not my best work, that's for sure, but I assure you the plot will thicken as the story progresses!

I'm adding Cindy Moon to this because she is a personal favourite of mine. I'm really hoping she'll be featured in the next spider-verse film!

and just a small side note—as my navigation board says, I'm going into exam season which means most of my time will be used up by studying. however, there should be one last update just before next week! after that, I'll be a bit inactive.

thank you so much for reading! <3

OH AND please, if you speak fluent Spanish and know the Mexican dialect, please message me! I'll need the phrases for future chapters in this series, tysm!! 💕

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rustingcat · 7 months

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Breakfast

It was a few months later over breakfast with Nia when the request first came out.

Kara and Lena had been working with Brainy on the biological formula for his data-clone they could merge with the big brain in the future. They managed to create something they hoped would work and started the creation process. If along those months Lena noticed the extra familiar PF in the preservation container, she said nothing.

Brainy and Nia spent the first two weeks of their honeymoon visiting different planets before coming back to earth and spending the second part of the month on different cruises. Cat only agreed to the long vacation if Nia were to write at least four detailed articles about her experience on another planet, the possibility and progress of planetary travel for the average person in the near future, reviews of different cruise ships and the difference between cruises on earth compared to other planets.

The first two weeks after they returned were crazy, there was an all out attack from a conquering army of aliens trying to take over the earth. That ended up being the first combined attack of all of earth's superheroes. A combination they later named the Justice League, utilising the space they created for themselves to plan their next counter attack. Kara later had to update her contract with the DEO, with Lucy's help of course, to legalise all future activities she had with the Justice League and would not contradict anything in her contract with the DEO.

So with everything they've been dealing with recently, she was very glad to share a normal breakfast with her friend.

Nia was telling her in detail the story of her current article, study of the new fashion trends in National City and the correlation to the alien immigrants in the area. Kara was very excited to read it.

In return, she updated her on the Big Brain project, noting that they believed they would finish the first trial in the next 5 months or so.

"I know the Big Brain project is a little different, but do you think you are ready to start testing… you know, actual babies?" Nia asked carefully.

"Yeah, I mean we made sure it's a possibility before starting the project. Although we have yet to test a complete process, obviously." Kara chuckled nervously as she remembered her near click.

"Can you start the tests?" Nia bit her lip, nervously.

"Well, technically yes, but in the– wait!" Kara stopped mid sentence to study her friend. Nia's smile was spreading wider on her lips despite her attempts to contain it. Her excitement was clear.

"You want to–"

"Yes." Nia nodded quickly before Kara could finish her sentence.

Kara put a hand on her mouth in shock. They're gonna start the process. They're gonna start the attempts to create a baby for their friends! They're gonna have a baby in the group!

"Ahhh!" Kara could no longer contain her excitement, jumping off to her feet to engulf Nia in a big hug. Nia chuckled as she tried to stand up within Kara's embrace, somehow failing to do so and ending up in a somewhat awkward position.

"You're gonna be a mum!" Kara exclaimed once she pulled away, letting Nia to stand up properly.

"Yes?" She exhaled. It came up as more of a question.

"You're going to be an amazing mother Nia!" Kara pulled her again for another excited hug. "And your baby would be the cutest baby in the world!"

"Thanks Kara," Nia managed to say, muffled slightly through Kara’s sleeve.

"We'll start right away." She promised and shot Lena a quick text.

"Wait, as in right now?"

"Of course!" Kara was so excited.

#to new beginnings #supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorptober #supercorptober2023 #my art #my fic

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precious-little-scoundrel · 2 months

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missing sarge and lil mama right now…

Aww this makes my heart swell. Here, have a (completely unedited straight from drafts) little 1963 domestic morsel:

Elvis was sat on their unmade bed, Jack snoozing in a pillow oasis beside him. Elvis was writing furiously. Sharpie in hand, silk pajamas still in place, rumple bed head without a stitch of gel and reading glasses perched on his nose.

Elaine watched him in her vanity mirror as she got ready.

Cue cards, that’s what he was writing, little white cards with prominent, block letters of prompts for Elaine to ask the attorney general this evening. An absolute first in their marriage, Elaine was the one headed out for a social engagement while Elvis, who the invitation and arrangements did not incorporate, blithely agreed to stay home with the children and wrote cue cards as Elaine prepared to go. His love for the man she was meeting overshadowed any disappointments and his natural tendency to be unsure of himself in glitzier settings had him obligingly unfussed about it all.

Save for the cue cards. But then again, one doesn’t meet a Kennedy every day, and certainly not “the brains behind the operation” as Elvis surmised Bobby Kennedy was. He’d certainly had the capacity as attorney general to be more vocal on subjects that interested Elvis himself, subjects and opinions he himself was forced to keep a tight lid on in his role in entertainer, and to avoid being made Conscience Arbiter of the People.

Elvis may have been sat, and he may have been cross-legged and he may have been writing but the entire bed was visibly vibrating from his excitement, as she glanced back at him in the mirror, suspecting most of the cards might be illegible. Not to worry, ever since she had won a date with the attorney general on the something-or-other raffle program, Elvis had been preparing her.

Of course he knew she’d have her own conversation to make with the man, of course he did, he was sorry, he really was sorry, he was just so excited as well.

Elaine smiled fondly at the soberly concentrated nerd on her bed, “And if you can, ask him about those hearing’s Laney, I know that ain’t usual talk in between passin’ salt but if you can manage it…”

“Yes baby, I’ll try, of course.”

Elaine rose from her brightly lit vanity table, kicking out with bare feet the long and narrow hem of her skirt. She felt a bit of a tart, the styles only becoming slimmer and more streamlined as the decade went on, and here she was swelling with her sixth child. She made Elvis swear that he would nix any choice too vulgar for this evening, and he had sworn up and down on his knees in the Sunset Boulevard boutique that she looked like the ripest goddess in the land, not a bit tartly, just entirely majestic.

Pulling away from the table with her clutter of cosmetics, Elaine eyed herself in the mirror and smoothed out the wrinkles over her figure, noting with some satisfaction that he hadn’t been entirely pussy addled when he’d swore it, she did look very well. And that’s all one needs to look when meeting a servant of the nation.

“Five minutes out, baby.” she notes to him as he’s still writing and he jumps in surprise, laying his pen down with regret and taking to blowing on the ink to make it dry in between a bit more excited chatter.

“Mhmm” Elaine agrees absently as she tries to fasten an earring, the backs on these ones have an odd little curve and much as she loves the gaudy baubles -and they do so suit her peach dress- they’re a terrible trial to secure.

Elvis notices her plight and discards his cards, jumping off their bed in a flurry of blue silk and comes up behind her, pushing her dark hair over her shoulder as he takes over the task. She hears him ask timidly in her ear as he fiddles with the clasp, “Do ya think he’d ever want to come for dinner here? Or -or Graceland?“

She smiles softly, knowing her homebody would be in his element hosting like that.

She turns around and pats his soft cheek, a little bristly from not yet having shaved, at 6:30 in the evening with a dark winter sky shrouding California, Elvis’ day is just beginning. “I'll be sure to arrange a playdate for the two of you, Naughty.” she teases and he rolls his eyes, too happy to take the least bit of offense.

“You’re gonna be late, mamas.” he suddenly recalls and dashes into their spacious closet and after some fumbling and much cursing, comes back out even more disheveled with three different pairs of shoes. “We shoulda done this earlier.” he cripes, settling on his knees with one little pump cradled on his palm. Elaine excavates her foot from the yards of silk and presents it.

“They’re all some shade of nude, darling.“ She points out amused, quite sure it’s not that essential with the color of dress she’s wearing. One would be as good as the next.

“They got different toes!” Elvis cries out, aghast at her indifference, and shimmies away a little distance to take in the effect of his chosen shoe under her hem, Elaine cocks a pose but it does nothing to alleviate his scowl. “Rounded I think.” he decides and shimmies back to her on his knees and yanks the footwear off, choosing a round toe heel with a pretty ankle strap and fastening it with speed yet care. He stands up for this review and eyes her entire image, hands just below his hips, slipping on the silk, hip jutted out and mouth pursed. “Sweet Lord I coulda stare at that all day.” he admits and he doesn’t even crack a smile, he’s too stunned before shaking himself and snatching her hand, tugging her towards the door, “you’re gonna be late Laney, I’ve told you, you can’t keep the Attorney General waiting, it’s just not fittin’. No, no don’t wake Jack, he’ll be a terror if he knows your goin’ just come o-“

“Elvis I’m trying to get your cards!” she laughs and snags them with a clutching hand as they sped past the bed.

“Oh, oh ya got ‘em?” He asks without pausing in his pace.

“Yes! But- my purse!” she giggles, finally managing to plant her feet at the top of the stairway and tug Elvis back from his headlong rush.

“Aww shit, well, I’ll get it. Hey Hooligans!” he calls loudly to his kids and it echoes along the tiled expanse of downstairs, “Get over here and see how pretty your mama looks.”

There is the slapping clatter of bare feet smacking the terra-cotta tile as their children pour into the foyer from each wing of the house. Congregating in a little huddle at the bottom of the stairs while Elvis slowly spins Elaine around at the top in a well worn tradition, like she’s his pretty little mannequin and he is her designer.

“Mama ya look gorgeous!” Jesse gushes with his hands hiding his mouth like he’s been shocked out of himself, been watching too many movies that boy.

The girls coo like turtledoves with a various motley assortment of compliments, chiefly to do with jewels and hair and the shimmer of peach silk.

“And I really like your shoes!” Daisy expounds, highly eager for her own pair of heels, Elvis tells her regularly God gave her ‘built-ins’ with how long her legs are.

“Ella Bug, go on up and get mama’s purse won’t ya?” Elvis asks his eager daughter as he leads Elaine downstairs, “mama is running late, and I’m going to get her tucked into the car. Don’t wake Jack up, whatever you do!”

#sarge blurbs #mine #archive #elvis fanfiction #elvis presley #love notes #elvis fanfic #elvis #elvis imagine #sarge asks

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sameschmidtdiffname · 2 months

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If anything were to ever be released from Peeta's POV during the series, I think what I would be most interested in is what was going through his head during The Mockingjay Trial.

Peeta's thoughts during Mockingjay as a whole would be interesting. Peeta is ultimately cunning. We all joke about how Peeta would've ran 13 if he'd been the one that was saved, but I can't imagine Snow was having a particularly fun time with him either. Peeta knows how to communicate with the Capitol. I wonder if part of the reason Peeta was abused so horribly was not to torture Katniss, but because it's very possible there was a real possibility Peeta could've won the war from the inside by turning Snow's people against him with his own personal showmanship. "If it weren't for the baby" is a perfect example of how capable Peeta could be of doing just that.

I imagine once Peeta begins to regain his mind, it doesn't take long for him to realize the multiple problems that exist within president Coin. The problems Gale decided not to acknowledge in the proper manner.

Gale and Katniss are incredibly close. Now, I know we all like to poke our fun at Gale, (I'm definitely guilty of it,) but Gale is a genuinely complex character. He was a kid too. That doesn't take away from how he still did wrong, but you cannot look at him from a black and white lense when legitimately viewing his character. He does have depth.

Gale and Katniss are close because they are similar. They lose their fathers in the same accident, they learn to survive the same way. Katniss speaks throughout the series of how similar they are. It would not at all be impossible for Peeta to assume Katniss was radicalized the same way Gale was since he remembers their relationship despite the hijacking.

I think this is what hurts Peeta the most during the voting for the final Hunger Games. Peeta is at a severe disadvantage to reading Katniss still. His mind is better, and most likely he had already begun therapy in seriousness and was already improving mentally. But he and Katniss have not begun to grow back together yet. He no longer has access to her obvious tells. And yes, Katniss's thoughts are obvious to her inner circle. To everyone else, she is a mystery. Katniss loves him, but he is no longer in her inner circle at this point.

I don't think Peeta would realize the truth of Katniss's vote until she shoots Coin instead of Snow, which I think is the point for many to realize the amount of deep set problems there truly were with Coin. Most of the time it takes someone doing something extreme to make people pause and think.

Peeta is already having to put the pieces back together in his mind about Katniss. I think The Mockingjay Trial would probably be the tipping point of Peeta's recovery due to the testimonies, the evaluations. Something I've wondered is if Peeta was even allowed to testify since he had been hijacked. Honestly, I would assume that he wasn't. Leaving him off to the sidelines, forced to watch as someone he knows he used to be close to be examined live for the nation to see, to be picked and torn apart. I imagine that maybe the general public was not allowed to see any footage, but based off of Plutarchs offer for Katniss to be on a new singing program during their final conversation in 'Mockingjay,' it seems Katniss was correct in thinking there was most likely a live broadcast of her in the Training Center available to watch. Most likely Haymitch was allowed a peak. And through Haymitch, probably Peeta. I don't think it would be until the entire nation is forced to learn the "truth" about The Mockingjay that Peeta has the same moment as Katniss has in 'The Hunger Games,' when suddenly he realizes just how much he does know about her.

I would think this time would be when Peeta and Haymitch also make peace with their relationship as well. Most likely there were probably a few, very hard to have conversations between the two of them during the trial. About Katniss, about Haymitch's promise to both of them during 'Catching Fire,' about being unable to save him.

Peeta returns to District 12 at the earliest opportunity allowed. Probably for a few reasons. It's his home, it is ultimately where he belongs. But I also think there's probably a very large part of him that wants confirmation for what he's sure he already knew. Her thoughts when shooting Coin. When she voted yes. I think The Mockingjay Trial is probably when Peeta decided he wanted to be her friend again. That it was when he finally remembered her. And I'd just really like to see that, even as a short story.

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