#act 1 has my heart forever and act 2 is close second

[tamajam]

self care is replaying act 1 and 2 of baldurs gate one million times forever <3

[jmflowers]

Swarla Kisses Rated [x]

1. "Don't get dressed." (22nd November 2024)

The loud noise that occurred at the moment this kiss aired was the sound of an entire population's proverbial panties dropping. Has there ever been a hotter line spoken? This is the power-necking the soap community taught us about. Swarla started off SO strong it's frankly terrifying. 14/10 Carla knew what she wanted.

2. "Have you?" (29th November 2024)

When the most confident dyke on the cobbles asks you if you've changed your mind about your feelings for her, you are required by law to stubbornly keep your hand on your hip. Even if she pushes your hair back from your face as delicately as humanly possible??? If Lisa Swain ever looked at me like that I would burst into flames. 11/10

3. "Is that better?" (16th December 2024)

We reached the domesticity era of their love in 0.2 seconds flat and I for one am not upset about it. The way Carla nuzzles in? The tilt of Lisa's head? The repetition? I was not expecting more kisses so soon in their story. The only way this could've gotten better is if they'd eaten each other's faces after this had been a clearer angle. 7/10 Carla Connor saying, “I want you.” plays on loop in my head at all times.

4. "Mmm... truffley." (20th December 2024)

The prolonged eye contact???? The dazed look on Lisa's face immediately after?? The fucking giggles???? The sheer power Carla Connor has and wields for good (ie. my own entertainment). Coronation Street said y'all deserve this. 10/10 Carla can hand feed me any day of the week.

5. "See you later." (20th December 2024)

Have you ever seen anyone look so peaceful about a decision before? Carla Connor said, "Today's the day I kiss my girlfriend in the street." I know y'all were waiting for that Live Sally Reaction and it did not disappoint. I hope they kiss each other goodbye constantly forever. 6/10 The way she analyzed Lisa's entire face before leaning forward made me scream both internally and externally.

6. New Year's Countdown (31st December 2024)

If you thought I wouldn't lose my mind over the image of them off in a corner of the pub in their own little world, you were wrong. I need to know if this was a scripting choice, an acting choice, or an editing choice for reasons. I'm never going to get sick of the way Lisa pulls Carla closer by the shoulders (almost) every time they kiss. Lisa closing her eyes like that makes my heart stop beating. 8/10

7. "Ooh, your lip!" (31st December 2024)

You ever just get aggressively snogged by a woman who's falling in love with you (while your lip is busted open from fighting bad guys)? Superheroes really don't get days off but they do get the girl. I miss the power-necking (literally a month ago?!?), but this was still so cute. 9/10 for the sheer fact that Carla needed a New Year's like this considering she dies like 12 hours later.

8. "Won't take that long." (31st December 2024)

Carla Connor isn't the only one who nearly fainted shortly after this kiss. Lisa said let me flutter my drunk eyelashes at you. The way Carla opened her mouth?? The breathy, "Shall we go to bed?" from Lisa??? The fucking forehead lean???? I am too goddamn gay for this to be on my screen. How did we get a month into this relationship and already reach 8 kiss scenes? 10/10 thanks Coronation Street for the gay rights.

9. "Please don't leave me here." (1st January 2025)

The fact that Lisa could walk away from Carla in this moment is frankly mind-blowing; her face is the same colour as Betsy's shirt. Lisa, woman, OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES. Someone said Carla looks like she died 3 hours ago and they're not wrong. 3/10 because I'm a sucker for the domestic nature of this but also I want to punch everyone in the face for not protecting our sick baby. Gold star for the Corrie makeup department and their highlighter collection.

10. "Are we okay?" (8th January 2025)

Lisa Swain's affectionate eye roll immediately after Bobby interrupted them is like 1/1000th of how we all really felt. She lingered on this kiss for so long. The hand coming up to cup Carla's head? The forehead lean again? Carla's little smile when she realized what was about to happen? Give these ladies a room that isn't in hospital or full of their children. 9/10 we're watching f/f hurt/comfort fanfiction live on ITV.

11. Comforting Hand (9th January 2025)

We're deep in the trenches of this hurt/comfort storyline now, kids. I hope Lisa plans on sitting vigil at Carla's bedside for the rest of their damn lives (yes I'm wearing my clown makeup while I watch this soap). 4/10 because my self-deprecating baby pulled away from the love and support she deserves.

12. Good Luck (13th January 2025)

As far as kisses go, this barely passes the test, but THEY ARE FAMILY. Carla, proper bricking it. Betsy, also bricking it. Good thing Lisa Swain swooped in to wish her wife girlfriend good luck with the most vanilla cheek peck known to man. Someone get them a room and a dialysis machine whirring to drown out all their kids, stat! 5/10 cause I respect the domesticity.

13. "We'll make it happen either way." (17th January 2025)

At the precise moment that Carla Connor's head settled in against Lisa Swain's shoulder and her eyes closed and she smiled that little smile while Lisa declared them a 'we', my heart officially stopped beating and I passed away. Rating this soft head kiss an 8/10 from the grave because (whatever entity you believe is on the other side) agreed with me: that's the Connor-Swain family!

14. "I'm not scared. I'm not." (20th January 2025)

Carla Connor is absolutely not scared. And she absolutely did not inch forward slightly so that Lisa could be the one to decide to hold her and make her feel safe. Absolutely none of that happened. I'm going to forever be soft about all these forehead kisses and collapsing-into-each-other hugs. Rating this a 9/10 for the utter loving, vulnerability of it all. Now, go make sweet love about it!

15. "Ugh, in my dreams." (5th February 2025)

DOMESTICITY ERA IS A GO. They greet each other with kisses, y'all. We're really in it now... we've made it! Coronation Street said have all the vanilla lip pecks you desire, cause they live together. 7/10 Because all I'm really thinking about is them staying up all night in the glow of the dialysis machine making sweet love.

16. "...the best possible future I could imagine." (5th February 2025)

Lisa Swain: Certified Softy said I'm gonna stick by you so hard, Carla Connor. Through sickness and in lunch break. I'm obsessed with how committed she gets to these hand and forehead kisses; how long she hovers on the moment, making eye contact, making sure Carla knows what she means. 8/10 This is what love looks like.

17. "Just introducing myself." (10th February 2025)

Listen, I know y'all went feral for this show of dominance kiss (and it was really such a dyke power move), but this had literally nothing to do with Carla and everything to do with Lisa and Rob's dick-measuring contest. Carla didn't even close her eyes. Do we know if she consents to public displays of affection in front of her estranged, murdering little brother and his prison guard? Grab your pitchforks cause I'm giving this a 2/10

18. "...I want him fit enough for the transplant." (10th February 2025)

Lisa really said, "I know who your brother is now, but I'm still soft for you," and we respect her for that. Even if Carla in this moment thinks she literally doesn't care. Can you hear the cogs turning in her head, Carla? Let a woman scheme. Rating this a 5/10 cause she's got a Carla-shaped space in her arms and I'm mush about it even when they're too focused on kidney transplants to kiss sloppy-style.

19. "Oh, I love you. Thank you." (12th February 2025)

A barely audible "I love you"?!?!?! I nearly didn't believe it myself. But if anything warrants such a declaration, it's Lisa running Carla a bath. This whole scene was so domestic and life-partner-coded that I could implode just thinking about it. 7/10 cause there's hands and whispering and that's like gay kryptonite.

20. "You're gonna be here when I get back..." (14th February 2025)

The arm grab. The reciprocal I love yous. The fact that they're STARING INTO EACH OTHER'S EYES AS THEY KISS. Listen, I am a weak woman and this kiss nearly took me out. Not that unlike how Mandy took Carla out of the hospital like 24 hours later. 8/10 cause I'm about ready to propose on their behalves.

21. "You tryna get away without a little kissy?" (12th March 2025)

Carla Connor certified fucking loser when it comes to Lisa Swain. Honestly, she could've said anything and that's really what she chose. But then she yanked Lisa to her by the neck and hummed through the entire thing and I very momentarily stopped dreaming about the day they'll kiss like it's November 2024 again. 8/10

22. "We can't keep around Betsy 24/7, lovey, can we?" (17 March 2025)

The pat on Lisa’s head moments before this kiss occurs will live rent-free in my mind for all eternity. Carla Connor said, “down, girl.” I’m just over here thinking about the weeks of Lisa comforting Carla with head and hand kisses and how Carla is now returning the favour. It’s about balance, folks. 7/10 for the sheer number of places they’re physically connected in this scene.

23. "Well, that's your department, missus." (17 March 2025)

Lisa Swain popped like a damn balloon with one touch from Carla Connor. You know when you’re cuddling with someone you love and you’re suddenly so exhausted because you’re so at peace? That’s this moment to me - even if Lisa’s brain is still positively swirling with stress and Carla’s is run rampant with guilt. They’re safe together and that makes this kiss pure. 6/10 for the way Lisa’s eyes close and her little smile appears.

24. "I shot my own daughter." (26 March 2025)

Thank goodness for this camera and this lens, but fuck this angle. How am I supposed to dissect kisses for ratings when I can’t even see them, Corrie?!?!? Carla’s first response to Lisa’s confession being to pull her closer makes me feel so many things all at once. They really said they’re a team, y’all. 3/10 cause I’m not heartless, I just want some words with the director and DP and editor of this episode.

25. "Tantrums and hormonal breakdowns?" (28 March 2025)

It’s so gay of them to have lasted all of 12 hours in a fight before they were collapsing into each others’ arms, crying and professing their love. I’d like the look of relief and exhaustion and peace on Lisa’s face in this moment tattooed on the inside of my eyelids so I can look at it while I try to sleep. 7/10 cause I need all of their scenes shot Big Brother style for my sanity.

26. "...we can get through anything." (28 March 2025)

There’s a vine somewhere that makes the exact squeeeeing noise that’s been playing on loop in my head since the moment this kiss aired. The fucking sound of them kissing! The eyelashes, the tears, the l o o k i n g. The SNIFFLE. 9/10 I never expect to be as gay as I am about them, and then moments like this occur and a god damn pride flag pops out of my mouth.

27. "Come 'ere." (28 March 2025)

Thank GOD Alison King is a soap queen who knows how to work those camera angles for her own coverage. I’m sick with the Sappho from the way Lisa looks up at Carla as she is pulled into this kiss/hug combo. They’re so everything I could literally die. Bury me beneath the cobbles, Corrie; I’m here until the end of this couple. 8/10

[elliespassagerprincess]

ellie x reader who are dating and reader is doing her makeup while sitting in ellie’s lap and it’s all cute and fluffy and sweet???

Headcannons: simp!ellie williams x reader

masterlist

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

☆ Ellie always pulls you into her lap the second you pick up your makeup bag.

☆ She nuzzles into your neck like a clingy cat while you’re trying to blend foundation.

☆ “You’re so pretty it actually hurts,” she mutters against your shoulder.

☆ Her hands never stay still — they’re either around your waist or tracing slow circles on your thighs.

☆ She watches you do your eyeliner like it’s a live performance.

☆ “Can I kiss you now? Wait, will I mess up your lipstick? Damn it.”

☆ Ellie offers to hold your mirror, just so you’ll look at her more.

☆ She steals kisses in between products — always careful not to smudge anything.

☆ “Babe, don’t move. I’m committing this to memory.”

☆ You’re halfway through applying mascara when you feel her squeezing your waist tighter.

☆ Ellie gets pouty if you start your makeup without calling her over first.

☆ “I’m your makeup chair now. No returns.”

☆ She takes photos of you mid-process because she loves every stage.

☆ “You’re hot with half an eyebrow done. That’s talent.”

☆ Ellie keeps kissing the back of your neck and whispering compliments.

☆ She gets genuinely offended when you say you're "just doing a light look."

☆ “You’re not even trying and you look better than anyone ever has.”

☆ She tucks her chin on your shoulder and watches you in the mirror.

☆ “God, look at you,” she says for the tenth time in five minutes.

☆ If your brush drops, Ellie grabs it immediately like your personal assistant.

☆ Ellie insists she can do your makeup one day, just to be close to your face.

☆ She acts like your biggest fan and cheerleader while you do your look.

☆ “If I ever lose you I’ll die, just so you know.”

☆ She doodles hearts with your eyeliner on the mirror when you’re not looking.

☆ Ellie knows all your favorite products by name and shade.

☆ “Wait, don’t start without me!” when she hears the makeup bag unzip.

☆ She likes when you use her thighs as your table.

☆ Ellie traces the curve of your cheek with one finger while you apply blush.

☆ “You don’t need any of this, but damn it’s hot watching you do it.”

☆ She holds her breath while you do winged liner like it’s a high-stakes operation.

☆ Ellie’s proudest moment was the first time you let her apply your lip gloss.

☆ She gives a dramatic gasp every time you finish your look. “ART. LITERAL ART.”

☆ “Can I be your next canvas?”

☆ She takes pictures of your vanity setup because “a goddess deserves an altar.”

☆ Ellie keeps one of your used makeup wipes because “it smells like you.”

☆ She rubs your back absentmindedly while you blend concealer.

☆ “You have no idea how hot you are, huh? Let me remind you every second.”

☆ Ellie talks about your highlight like it’s a scientific phenomenon.

☆ She gets super jealous when someone else compliments your look. “I said it first, okay?”

☆ Ellie gets genuinely emotional watching you feel confident in your skin.

☆ Ellie fake pouts when you won't let her kiss you because you're not done yet.

☆ “If I mess up your lip liner I’ll cry,” she says before kissing you anyway.

☆ She refers to your face as her “favorite view.”

☆ Ellie has a playlist called “Makeup in My Lap” just for these moments.

☆ She insists her hoodie is the only one you’re allowed to wear while doing makeup.

☆ “Do you even understand what you do to me when you sit like this?”

☆ She whispers how lucky she is the entire time.

☆ Ellie always tries to sneak her fingers under your shirt while you’re distracted.

☆ She lets you use her lap for hours even if her legs go numb.

☆ “I’ll be your chair forever. Just don’t stop doing this.”

☆ She brags about how she got to watch the transformation happen in real time.

☆ Ellie posts mirror selfies of you two with “my muse” in the caption.

☆ If someone asks why you’re glowing, Ellie says, “It’s me. I’m the reason.”

☆ She gently removes your makeup for you at night, smiling the whole time.

☆ Ellie buys you makeup organizers even though you already have enough.

☆ “You looked like an angel in my lap. Not even being dramatic.”

☆ She reenacts your whole routine with exaggerated impressions just to make you laugh.

☆ Ellie keeps your favorite lip balm in her jacket “just in case.”

☆ “Do your makeup on me again tomorrow. I’ll cancel all my plans.”

☆ She watches GRWMs with you and pretends to understand the terminology.

☆ Ellie tells strangers “my girl’s better at eyeliner than anyone else alive.”

☆ She tries to learn all the steps just to feel closer to you.

☆ Ellie talks to your reflection in the mirror. “She’s perfect, huh?”

☆ “I want to be reincarnated as your beauty blender.”

☆ She once got aroused just watching you blend your foundation.

☆ Ellie memorized your makeup scent and goes breathless when she smells it anywhere else.

☆ “If loving you while you do makeup is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.”

☆ She always gets quiet and soft-spoken during these moments — completely in awe.

☆ Ellie says she’d let you contour her whole face if it meant you’d sit on her again.

☆ She ends every makeup lap session with: “You're art. And I’m the luckiest bitch alive.”

[writerbugg]

Good Luck

Chapter # 6 Foggy Fears

Platonic Yandere Dc x reincarnated Reader

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Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 (You are here)

I realized at that moment that there are some whose dread of human beings is so morbid they yearn to see monsters of ever more horrible shapes.

- Junji Ito

(Once again, this chapter was changed quite a bit.)

!!TW!! Death, Blood, Car accident, Sudden switch from first person to second person.

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'Dinner was too quiet.' Louis thought as she picked up the plates from the table, slowly bringing them to the sink.

'How could I have missed it?' She thought as she began to scrub the plate in her hand. 'She's my daughter. How could I have not seen it?'

Her grip tightened on the plate, her acrylic nails painfully dug into the plate. 'Am I such a horrible mother that I couldn't even notice my daughter ███ █████ ██?'

Snap

Louis looks down at her broken nail, a stinging pain accompanying the sudden loss of her red nail.

"Mom?"

Louis jumps, quickly turning her head and letting out a sigh of relief when she sees Jon. Placing a hand on her chest, she gives Jon a shaky smile, "Oh, Jon, be careful you almost gave your mother a heart attack."

Jon simply nods, as if not hearing his mother, "Um, Conner is... here." He muttered.

Louis's smile drops briefly before returning with a strained one, "Oh? Really? Well invite him in, it's been forever since he's come to visit."

Giving his mother a concerned look, Jon makes his way back out of the kitchen.

Louis sighs as soon as Jon leaves, running a hand through her hair.

"It's all my fault," She whispered, "It's all my fault..."

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The movie had ended, though Y/n barely noticed. All she could think about was how... ѳЧҭ ѳf ҁћӓГӓҁҭЭГ Clark had acted during the car ride. This wasn't the calm, happy-go-lucky superhero Y/n grew up with in the comics, he seemed so different. More stressed and less stable the Clark Kent from the comics. It all led to one thought;

If he's like this, how would he react if he found out about her reincarnation?

'I just want to go home.' Y/n ran a hand through her hair, her thoughts made her feel guilty, was she being ungrateful? Was Y/n even really Y/n? What if she just took over this Y/n's body? Was it her fault Clark's 'daughter' was gone?

What if he found out-

"Y/n? Are you ok? The credits ended a while ago." Clark's hand on Y/n's shoulder felt like fire. "Let's get going, okay?" Clark said softly, dipping his head down to look into  Y/n's eyes. "I'm sure Bruce (the prick) is anxious to have you back at the manor."

With a hesitant nod, Y/n stands up slowly. "Yeah... You're right, we should go." Clark smiles warmly, complete 180 from earlier. "Before that, I was hoping we could stop by the store on our way back." Clark rubs the back of his neck bashfully, "I might have promised your mother to get groceries while I was out, and the market is on the way to Bruces Mansion." His eyes seem to light up, "Oh! They might even have that snack you like so much! We can pick it up as well."

Y/n nods, "Yeah, I don't mind,"

Clark's smile widens, "Great! Let's get going then!"

Sighing, Y/n follows Clark to his car, 

'DC has Walmarts?' Y/n thought as she followed Clark into the supermarket.

The Walmart looked normal for the most part, there didn't seem to be too many people (probably because it was relatively late and this was still Gotham). Clark grabs a cart before heading into the supermarket, Y/n following closely behind, immediately he heads over to the dairy section browsing the milk and cream aisle.

"What's your favorite creamer?"

Looking over to Clark, Y/n raises a bow "Hmm?" she hums confused. Clark smiles, "I figured I could get some while we're here for when you go back to Bruce." 

An 'ooh' escapes Y/n's mouth before turning to get a better look at the creamers. In Y/n old life, she honestly preferred sweet things and would often put way too much creamer in her coffee, but as of late she's been enjoying less sweet things. 

"Mmm, I think I'm good for now,"  Y/n responded, not missing the way Clark frowned.

"Oh."

Clark grabs a few things before leaving, and you awkwardly follow behind him.

The rest of the shopping trip continues like this, Y/n felt like tearing her hair out, it was just so awkward and uncomfortable. Eventually, the pair ended up in the electronic section of the store.

"- game you really like!" Clark's voice bleeds into existence, breaking Y/n's train of thought. Glancing over, Y/n sees Clark holding a bootleg version of Minecraft. "Y/n? Did you hear me?" Clark frowns a bit, his eye's losing that spark again. "Y/n. I know you have a lot on your mind, but you-"

"AAHHHHHHH!!!"

You and Clark jump at the sudden scream, Clark's eyes quickly scan the store for the source of the screaming.

"OH GOD-"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"THEY'RE IN MY HEAD, MAKE THEM STOP!"

More and more screams start popping up, Clark quickly pulls you close to him and you can feel your heart pounding. What was going on??

"MY SKIN IS BURNING, I'M BURNING ALIVE!"

"I'M FALLING, I CAN'T STOP FALLING!"

"SPIDERS!"

A mist seems to slowly cover the ground, screams of desperation continue to fill the air, only growing more and more unsettling.

"Shit," Clark mutters, he grips your shoulders and swiftly turns you around to face him. 

"Y/n. You need you listen to me." His voice was serious, "No matter what you see, it's not real. Do you understand? It's. Not. Real." 

Y/n's eyes widen, Fear Gas, the mist was fear gas! This was bad! Very very bad! Unlike Clark, Y/n wasn't immune which meant Y/n was about to experience the full effect of the gas.

"Y/n! Y/n just remember! It's not real- it- ot- rea-"

The world seems to blur as a burning sensation enters Y/n's lungs.

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You sigh tiredly as you walk along the worn-down sidewalk, comic book in hand. It had been a long day, and all you wanted to do was go home and rest. Stopping at the crosswalk, you take a few glances from side to side, you never know when a truck could just barrel through you because you didn't look. 

You step onto the asphalt road.

Your heart was pounding for some strange reason, it suddenly became really hard to breathe. A loud honk rings in the air. Looking to your left, you see a dark blue truck heading towards you, its headlights illuminating a path where you were dead center.

The vehicle's driving was so erratic, you didn't know which way to run. Ultimately, whichever direction you chose didn't matter. The result would undoubtedly have been the same.

The impact was fast, you didn't feel anything at first.

It didn't last very long, though.

You lay on the asphalt road, gasping for air, trying to gain back all the air knocked out of you. That didn't do so well for your broken ribs, of course. The taste of blood indicates that some of your teeth might be missing, based on your guess.

You can't see much of your surroundings either. Aside from that dark blue truck's headlights blinding you, your vision was growing dark.

For a brief moment, you could see the man step out of his truck and go over to you. Then, everything in the world went dark.

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"-waking up! She's waking up!" a boyish voice rings in Y/n's ear. A pounding headache seems to accompany her as she slowly sits up in her bed.

A few seconds after Clark enters her room. He looked around until he spotted the suitcase next to her closet, he went over and started to put her belongings in it.

"We are leaving." Clark states firmly, "And tomorrow you and I will be having a talk about what you saw." He seemed upset, extremely upset.

Clark... where are we going?" Y/n asked, though she already knew his answer.

"It's dad, not Clark, Y/n." That was all Clark said as he dragged you downstairs towards the manor's doors. 

Bruce was standing by the door with a perplexed look on his face. He seemed stressed and a bit frustrated. Looking over, Bruce glared at Clark, quickly walking in front of him as if to intercept him, but Clark just pushed him aside.

"Clark put her down, we need to talk about this! Her condition could get worse!" Clark ignored him and walked out the door to his car, Bruce hot on his tail.

"I don't need a man who puts his children through hell and back to lecture me or tell me how to parent my kid Bruce." Clark and put you in the car with the suitcase. Then he got in himself and started the car.

"How about you start focusing on how not to kill your own kids before you start worrying about mine"

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Jon gasps. This... this couldn't be right. It was... no it was impossible! But... it was, it was here and it was possible. This changes everything...

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𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ��𝚗𝚌. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍.

𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝚂!!!

█████ 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝚂!

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TagList - @blublock404 @no-sleep-for-insomniacs @rosecentury

[theformulaimagines]

Look at that woman (breaking my heart) | part one

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Vettel!Reader

Summary: For one and a half years Lewis and y/n managed to keep their relationship a secret, until it blew up in their faces. Now, they're trying their hardest to pick up the pieces...

Warnings: age gap (reader is 27), heat!!!!, other drivers are mentioned, tiny bit of angst, english isn’t my first language

Prologue

That night…

“As much as I absolutely adore you guys.”, Y/N says as she joins the group, her lips connecting with her champagne glass:” This party is super boring.” The men all look at her, while some eyes make their way up and down her body. One pair more often than the others.

“Well, I don’t think it’s that-.”, poor Lando gets cut off almost immediately. “I know that this is your first party, considering how they didn’t host them during Covid, however, believe me- back in the good old days these summer parties were the main event of the year for us.”

“Don’t say it like that.”, Lewis scoffs softly, furrowing his eyebrows in distress:” ‘Good old days’, please. Don’t make it sound like we’re in our sixties now.” George giggles.

“Anyway, Lando. When my brother was an active driver, we used to steal a bunch of champagne bottles and hide out in the Ferrari garage.” Her eyes shift back to Lewis, and she stares at him for a moment:” Don’t make that face.”

“What face? I’m not making a face.”, he blinks in confusion. Y/N shakes her head while holding her index finger up at him: “Don’t act like you weren’t the main burglar back then. Sneaking behind the bar and just handing those bottles over to me like your life depended on it.” At that, all the other drivers in the group laugh out loud. “That was the old, alcoholic me.”, Lewis explains, his eyes scanning her features- almost as if he’s searching for something he can’t quite put the finger on.

“Well, what’s stopping us from doing that again?”

“Wait what?”, Charles asks and exchanges looks with the men around him:” Are you implying we-.” “Bingo.”, she takes another sip of her drink. There’s just something about the way Lewis looks at her side profile that makes her knees weak…he has been staring a lot lately. After a few seconds, Lando is the first one to react, he nods almost violently:” Okay, well- I mean, why not? Could be fun! Lewis and Y/N, you go get the bottles, and the rest of us-? I don’t know. We just distract the others?”

Lewis nods:” Well, yeah. Sure.” He chuckles as he notices the smile emerging on his best friend’s face and the woman quickly sets her glass down on the closest table :” We’ll meet you guys at the exit in five.”

Y/N can sense his presence close behind her. She doesn’t have to turn around to check. His brown eyes are moving down her backless dress and he subconsciously wets his lips at the scenery in front of him. “What’s so funny?“, he asks, as if he knew she was silently giggling to herself.

“Oh, nothing.”, Y/N replies as they reach the bar. The y/h/ced woman quickly leans over and grabs two bottles before shoving them into his hands. Then she takes two more. “You’re still good at this, aren’t you?”, he asks, voice low. “Only when it comes to expensive things. Now, let’s hurry.”

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“I think we should head out.”, Lando lets out and yawns, pointing at the clock on the wall. 03:56 am. A soft sigh leaves Y/N's lips while she eyes how the men all get up from their spots on the floor.

“Wait, you’re all leaving?”, she asks, a hint of disappointment in her voice. “I don’t think Lewis is.”, Charles says and cracks his neck. Y/N turns her head to look at her best friend who merely shakes his head.

“Well, okay. Yeah, sleep tight you guys.”

A silence falls on the garage, as the sounds of the voices and footsteps gradually fade away. “I like your outfit, by the way.”, she suddenly declares, cringing as soon as those words leave her lips. She doesn’t understand why she’s becoming so nervous around Lewis- it’s only Lewis, right?

He chuckles:” Thanks. It’s the new collection.” Y/N's gaze falls to the glass in her hands.

“You look stunning.”, he whispers, and when their eyes meet again Y/N suddenly understands why she has been feeling so strange around him recently. “This is going to sound creepy.”, she clears her dry throat:” But I’ve read your latest Vogue interview, where you said-.”

“I like black dresses.”, he cuts her off, eyes once again roaming her body:” You’re trying to impress me?” He knows the answer already. “Well, what kind of impression are you trying to make?”

The younger woman chuckles softly:” A good one.”

“And you were successful. You look unbelievable.”

There’s a line. And they both know it.

Y/N takes another sip of her drink while peeking out of the garage door and into the night sky. She shouldn’t be doing this, she really shouldn’t. Instead, she should be getting up and leaving. Walk away before she does something extremely stupid.

“Can I ask you something?”, Lewis tilts his head. “Of course, yeah. Always.”, Y/N tears her gaze off the stars and looks back at one of her brother’s oldest friends. She should leave.

“What’s your end goal here?”

”I think we both know what my end goal is.”

[comfreyhollywings]

pac reading - need self-love tips? c'mere.

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pile 1. 

protect yourself. 

i don’t think you quite know how valuable your energy is

like.. guys. i feel like we need to have a lesson solely on the beauty of pouring into your own cup, and to force yall to see how others are inspired by that.

and when you’re in that state where you can just flow; to protect yourself, you naturally shine so bright.

just now— a black wisp of smoke just hovered right in front of my eyes before dissipating. there’s a lot more smoke coming out of my candle purging out this smoke as we speak. 

that’s naturally a sign for me that.. if you love yourself; if you want to invest more into yourself, purge the things that are unnecessarily sucking your energy away.

aka energy vampires (doesn’t have to be this figure, could be an energy in your life)

like.. i think… when you properly pour into yourself, you tend to have a lot to give. while this is naturally a good thing to have such a generous heart, you can’t give forever. you can’t give from a place of depletion 

especially if others only know how to take, take, take. 

there’s something a former mentor said to me in this regard.

“the issue is that giving relentlessly can solicit the very sort of people who have no second thoughts about taking, and never giving. and it's not even always malicious. it's just their dysfunction meets another dysfunction.” 

take it from me, someone who’s currently still learning this lesson right now. 

i will be so real with y’all

 i’m currently going through a period where i’ve distanced myself from my partner of (seven-ish) months after learning that i was the one putting in more effort in emotional labor than my partner. 

and it’s not even that my partner had malicious intentions about it 

it was just that 

he hadn’t developed the emotional maturity let alone apply it to his life. and it’s shit that he had to figure out. 

because of this, i felt as if i had to partly take on the burden. not that it was a conscious thing, but it was moreso subconscious where i was driven by kindness to pour into him

as that’s what any decent human being would do, right?

but the taking. it kept taking, taking, and taking. the reciprocity wasn’t really… there much anymore. 

codependent tendencies? yes. and it’s shit he individually has to figure out. 

the same energy applies to your situation. i’m not sure if these are things you also are sorting out right now, but please know this: 

you can act from a place of kindness. absolutely. depending on your situation, you don’t have to cut them off. (if you’re in an abusive dynamic, that’s another story. you CANNOT fix them. you CANNOT change them, period. please get out asap as much as you can. i’ll provide resources. ) 

you’ll naturally feel like an asshole when you set up boundaries, when you distance yourself, etc etc. 

but the thing is that you will need that. to drive yourself to the brink of exhaustion for the sake of others leaves you with little energy for yourself.

like… you fight for others, but who will fight for you? you know? especially when you don’t even recognize the situation you’re in?

prioritize yourself more. examine your needs closely. get out of situations that you know is going to drain you. 

maybe it’ll feel like shit initially. like, of course these are bad habits you need to address.

but i promise you, it’s worth it. please keep going. 

pile 2. 

be gentle with yourself.

two things you must foster: your autonomy and your sense of abundance.

in simple terms: you’re worth being a fucking person standing on your own, you stubborn little fucking gem.  

you’re not like. this idealized concept that people make out of you.

you’re not a goddamn concept.

you’re a person. a living, breathing person with needs and wants and dreams 

goddammit you deserve to be loved.

please treat yourself with a lot more kindness and autonomy than you have ever done with the people you love.

gods know you deserve it 

like christ 

this is my pile who probably has self-esteem issues, huh (i say that as if i don’t have weird shit going on with my self-esteem but whatever) 

work, work, work. it’s always work with others. it’s always prioritizing their needs before your own.

it’s the tight ball you feel in your chest that gets lodged up inside your throat. it’s the hard swallow as you bite your tongue back. it’s the coughing when you’re in the middle of a sentence before someone takes over without any regard for you. 

and it’s not like you’re unable to redirect the spotlight over to you. you absolutely can. 

however. like

god forbid you make mistakes right? like, god forbid that you don’t run your mind through a fucking cheese grater if you’re not like a radar.

god forbid you’re not constantly detecting what preconceived faults you have of yourself. 

because if you don’t, are you even worthy of love at all? 

here’s a secret: you don’t need to work to earn love. your self-worth isn't dictated by how much you pump out to the world.

yes, it requires work to keep love alive, but there’s a vast difference between that and EARNING love. 

you are worthy. you are seen. you are accepted for the way that you are.

all of you.

your flaws, your tics, your anger, your hurt, and your sorrow. 

and likewise, your love, your passions, your healing, and your joy. 

you are worth being gentle to yourself. you are worth the grace you extend out for others. you are worth taking up space. 

take off the mask. take off the notion of “perfection”. take off the need to people please. take off the need for constant validation outside of yourself.

sit with yourself. journal. purge. and forgive yourself for the things you’ve been unfair to you about. all of these judgments and old standards that don’t serve you anymore, that you punish yourself for. 

you’re enough. stop it. 

c’mere pile 2, let me hug you.

you are worthy of it all, my loves.

pile 3. 

listen to yourself. give yourself the space to let your voice be heard. 

you have such a wonderful, unique, and creative voice that you restrain others from hearing. 

it roots back to pile 2’s perceived ‘imperfections’ that they try to adhere to

thus, resulting in them being harsh on themselves. 

so let me tell you this: you are lovely. 

and your voice deserves to be heard. 

additionally, your voice is not just deserving 

it’s needed for a time like this. you have a message specifically encoded to you that you’ll have to ground and manifest into the world through your creative works, and it’s time for you to see that.

it’s time for you to honor the creativity bestowed upon you because that is your voice that’ll touch people’s hearts. 

that’s the voice that you need to hear from yourself the most. 

let things flow, let things come, let them be like water. let your creations permeate and adapt to objects, places, and people. 

let it breathe, let it live rather than killing it prematurely. 

as i’m writing, i’m hearing this song: frequency by jhene aiko. 

a lot of that song talks about blessings and freedom. freeing cities, freeing their seed (the next generation), giving freedom and mercy. it talks about anointing, pouring that oil so that the generations before and after can become kings and queens. 

this is a very universal and empathetic song that got channelled out.

so i feel like in many forms no matter the genre, whether it’s through a medium like writing, game dev, videos, podcast, art, and so on 

all of your works have these themes in common: freedom, blessings, and generations. 

what i want to warn you about though in pursuing your art forms

don’t let ego get the best of you. 

now i’m not necessarily talking about arrogance (though that very well might be the case but that normally lies within a much deeper issue of having your self-esteem bloat as a way to overcompensate for your idea of self-worth) 

i’m talking about letting your insecurities of looking ‘stupid’ get the best of you because you risk ‘cringing’ at your works. 

but the thing with art is that you’re going to have to be stupidly earnest because that is your entire essence. 

and if you think about it, a lot of cringe is just

sincere? and earnest?

just get it out there. don’t compare yourself to anybody. your journey is your own, so there’s no need to be anyone or anything

be you 

that’s all that matters. 

trust me, the you authentically reading this is more powerful than any heroes/idols that you’ve ever grown up putting on a pedestal. 

kill your heroes, put down that pedestal. 

you’re just as worthy of creating; your heroes are no better than you. 

[kr-starz]

Hi, ever though of what would have happened if the other ekko had also changed bodies with firelight ekko while he was in the au timeline? the man goes to seek powder for help only to meet jinx and get tied up to a chair and interrogated :3

Oh my GOD! Is this a fun fun fun idea I love ur creative little head anon !!

I imagine these events would happen after act 1 but before act 2, that little span of time where Jinx is know as a rebel symbol of Zaun!

But we know soso very little about AU Ekko so some of my character building for him is gonna be real messy but if I remember where Ekko left off was actually IN Piltover where the anomaly was triggered. I lowkey imagine Ekko wakes up on the cold hard floor of the hexgate.

He's half awake, and a raging headache floods his mind. He was just standing up, did he collapse? He swishes his head around, and this isn't a room or a place he recognizes. He feels around, he wasn't wearing a giant graffitied jacket before. And he has a strange, board-like thing on his back? Okay this is really freaking him out, he needs to find Benzo- or Powder, they would know what's going on.

He gets up, something weird is going on and he doesn't know what. This has to be some strange dream, or a prank? Some weirdly detailed and composed plan to mess with him. Ekko has zero idea why, but he's pretty sure he's not supposed to even be in the building he's in. It's extravagant, too extravagant. His headache urges him to not be seen, so he tries to find himself a passageway that's inconspicuous enough for him to get out quietly.

Ekko makes it out of the building, Ekko's determined, that maybe this isn't a dream. His dreams have never been so, realistic? But this is just wrong. He's staring at the dilapidated state of Zaun, smoke streaming up from the under-city; whilst Piltover towers over the measly little nation. Ekko has to get back home, is everyone okay in this strange dystopian reality? They have to be.

The last thing Ekko knew was that he was in the back of Benzos brainstorming with Powder, now he's stepping into the empty lot of blisters and bedrock, he cautiously walks around. For some reason the lanes seem to give him a bad chill, the tech for people limbs seem so much advanced? There was an unfamiliar substance that stuck to the air.

Walking to the second floor of the unaccompanied space, he hears some creaking. No, talking. A familiar voice behind a door, Powder. Wasting no time Ekko barges into the office, he's met with pink tired eyes, shooting daggers at him.

"Powder-" He yells instinctively, before backtracking to look over her new appearance. She's sitting on a desk rocking a chair back and forth but it doesn't seem like she's willing to sit on it, she's got long braids that seem to go on forever, she's skinnier, and she's got these glowing pink eyes.

Before Ekko has the chance to even do or say anything Jinx has a gun drawn, a bullet already shoots right past him intentionally missing, "What're you doing here boy saviour." She's got a sting in her voice ready to kill, she's standing now and looking to avoid getting close to him.

"Powder- If we could just put that down-" He stutters out, referring to the real gun that she has pointed directly at his head. Ekko was SO ready to run but he felt like if he did she would be hunting him down.

Jinx clicks her teeth, "Don't go calling me that, Ekko." she says his name with so much disdain he's really wondering if he's done something majorly wrong.

Okay, don't call her Powder? He's willing to do a lot if he's held at gunpoint. His heart is pacing out of his chest, but he needs to know what's going on. And what's stopping that right now, is the fact that Powder is holding him at gunpoint.

So disarm her, right? Ekko shuffles a bit forward, which he hears Jinx tightening her grip on the gun. Ekko knows how to fight, it's hard to be in Zaun and not know how to defend yourself. But has he ever gone 1 on 1 with his girlfriend? No! They've trained together and play fought but a legitimate fight? In a strange dystopian world where he suddenly woke up in.

Disarm Powder.

He pushes a foot forward, sprint and ducks towards her.

She shoots, and misses.

Ekko grabs the ashtray off the desk, throwing it at her.

She dodges, and shoots at him.

Ekko barely dodges the bullet, he dashes towards her attempting to tackle her.

Before Ekko could even react, Jinx is behind him, and he blacks out.

Hazy but familiar, he wakes up to a cloth over his eyes, and tape over his mouth. Jinxes humming. So similar yet, it's slightly off. Ekko attempts to speak but what comes out is a muffled groans of discomfort. His arms are tied together, and his legs at tied to the chair he's sitting in.

He feels as Jinx comes to untie his blindfold.

"You ain't my Ekko." Jinx states plainly, gun still in her hand, she's spinning it around like a toy. Ekko furrows a brow, curious about what exactly she means by that.

Running the head of the gun down the side of Ekko's head, "you don't fight like he does. You're sloppy, slow. You don't think like he does, didn't bring your little crew, didn't use your little board." She says, almost mocking him.

The gun to his head makes Ekko feel almost claustrophobic, his heart racing at the threat.

"So who're you. Don't lie now." Jinx asks, her pink shimmery eyes staring at him. Her gun dragged underneath his chin, pointing his head up to look at her.

Jinx rips off the tape enclosing his lips. Ekko heaves as he's released, "you're not my Powder." his eyes flicker over to hers, scanning over her features.

"Damn right I ain't, my names Jinx. Call me Powder one more time and it's off with your head." She holds her empty hands fingers into a gun. imitating shooting off his head as she's talking with her hands.

Ekko swallows, "Jinx," he whispers softly. Confused and honestly a bit scared, Ekko gathers that the girl in front of him, is still Powder and he just needs to get closer to her.

-

Ahgbdbuh this one might be a bit messy but it's a very fun concept and I'd love to talk more about it !!

[twst-megane]

So I recently just finished Book 5 and I need y’all to know Vil is like my top fav even before starting book 1 and I just ended up loving him more even now and how so much care and knowledge was written to create such a layered and complex character

I’m not that good in gathering my thoughts into posts like this but I just wanted to share my thoughts cuz I genuinely love the writing in Book 5 as of now :3

BOOK 5 SPOILERS KINDA

1. Envy

The baseline that drove to Vil into overblot. How his desire to play the hero and be on stage longer, his inner envy towards Neige, it accumulated so much from childhood till now and to the point of almost potentially killing Neige but I personally don’t think it was the main reason for his OB

2. Reflection

I’m going off by the official ENG translation but I really love his line before overblotting, “Don’t look at me with those eyes”

He knew what he was going to do if Rook hadn’t stopped him and he immediately regretted it, he became the role he detested for all those years and he hated himself even more for it, he couldn’t forgive himself, which I feel is the real reason he OB compared to a simple jealousy buildup over the years and wanting to be the best. I really like this route more as someone with intrusive thoughts during my worst, it’s a horrible feeling when you realised the horrible things you thought of and the thought of acting it.

3. Loneliness

The higher your power, the lonelier you become.

I feel like this can be said for like every housewarden but I’ve rarely seen ppl talk about this aspect regarding Vil. He couldn’t star in hero roles because he was TOO perfect and beautiful that an average person couldn’t relate, it’s the complete opposite to the rest of the housewardens where they were lonely due to being inferior/intimidating which is an interesting thing to spin the loneliness part onto Vil really well.

He didn’t even appear to have any close friends since childhood, I don’t think he’d consider Jack or Neige to be his close friends but more like at a distance due to how far Vil is in most things. But I don’t think loneliness is the main point of his overall character or trauma but it’s an interesting aspect to consider especially when fitting with the rest of the housewardens.

4. Jamil and Vil Parallels

It’s really funny Jamil shares almost the exact same thoughts as Vil and it brings me back to my second point considering both Jamil and Vil have someone they consider to be superior than them being the most pure and kindhearted person (Kalim and Neige). It’s even more interesting Kalim was the one that escalated the OB and not Jamil from the previous pattern of OB characters escalating the next char into OB. Book 5 expanded a lot on Kalim as a character and he never makes the same mistake twice once he learns which is why it was heartwarming he saw the same eyes Jamil made in Vil’s and tries to stop him.

Bonus :

Rook constantly being the observer in the background and always watching out for Vil really warms my heart, even if its for the good, he always thinks the good for Vil specifically. He saved Neige but only cuz he knows Vil isn’t that sort of person. He cares so much about him he’s so sweet.

I really love love love how they touched on how being an actor can make you be perceived. As a kid you’re very impressionable towards specifically live action actors playing a certain character because your brain would find it hard to find a separation between actor and character and could even paint one as a villain in real life. It has happened before and it’s still a thing now so I really love they added this in even if Vil doesn’t seem to be too bothered by it but it minimally added a little fuel to the fire on why he hated the roles as a villain.

Anyway I really love Vil as a character I can dissect him forever nobody can make me hate him I love him so much 😭😭😭

[linkemon]

Humanity (Hyakkimaru x Reader) [Soulmate AU]

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ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 23 ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ, ꜱᴏ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ. 2. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴜ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ'ꜱ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴘᴀɪɴ.

The villagers were preparing to face Daigo's army. The women hugged their children while the men tried to figure out where to go. Everyone was feeling nervous. They turned their heads every now and then, as if listening for the sound of hooves announcing the arrival of the samurai.

[Reader] promised to stay with the people, meanwhile Dororo will try to help Hyakkimaru. However, the plans quickly changed.

— On the left! — the girl screamed when she saw the rearing horse.

The boy failed to hold the rope. The horse raised his front hooves up. Before it could escape, the girl grabbed it tightly by the mane and jumped on its back. It kicked and then ran in a direction known only to it.

The girl felt pain. The branches lashed her face and she clung to the animal's neck. She drove half-blindly through the forest, hoping to find the source of the commotion.

It only took her a few minutes.

In the middle of the clearing she saw a huge mare. Her mane and tail seemed to be like fire and emitted a strange light. She looked like the embodiment of fury. She must have been the demon that people in the village were talking about.

[Reader] jumped off the ridge and into the tall grass. She failed to completely cushion her fall, which resulted in pain in her left arm. As soon as she stood up, she saw Tahomaru's bodyguards stabbing the huge horse with their blades. The gore-dripping animal did not remain obedient and, in a final act of despair, bit off Hyogo's head and attacked Mutsu. Within a few seconds, all three of them were lying motionless in a large pool of blood, to which the grey-haired boy quickly ran, followed by Dororo.

The girl felt terrible pain in her hands. She guessed that Hyakkimaru had regained new body parts. As soulmates, they shared suffering. She knew he must have been close. So she looked up and saw him nearby, kneeling in a strange position. She managed to get up and walked towards him on wobbly legs.

— Hyakkimaru!

He didn't turn around.

He didn't react to seeing her.

He ran away, with Tahomaru following him.

She knew her soulmate wasn't quite himself but it still hurt her. She didn't know for sure if he cared. Their relationship seemed to be pure chance and not the will of the gods, as the monk had sometimes presented to her. It was difficult to read the boy's signs and intentions. This caused her particular problems at the beginning, when he couldn't even hear her. Over time, however, she learned to see the care and straightforwardness in his actions. She just wasn't sure if it was enough for her.

— How can we stop them? — Dororo asked.

— Perhaps one of them will simply have to die — said the monk standing nearby.

— Listen, it's either your brother or us — interjected a man who had come from the village to check the situation.

— Say it again...

— It wasn't supposed to last forever. Peace built on the sacrifice of one person... We cannot defend what we have not earned with our own hands — said Lady Nui. — I don't have the strength to stop my own children.

— We spent our whole lives complaining about samurai, hoping that they would do something for us. You have to act like Hyakkimaru and snatch happiness from the gods with your own hands. — [Reader] clenched her fists.

— Then we have to be stronger — the girl said.

— But also careful. You saw how they fought. Too much force can make you lose your humanity — the monk added.

— Strength alone is no threat if you have a heart. And my brother has it! We have to start taking action.

The girl recalled the image of the carnage he had caused a few months earlier and wasn't sure if she should nod.

— I think we all agree.

— The hill is on fire! — Someone shouted from the small crowd.

Everyone turned their heads as if on cue. Flames consuming the palace could be seen nearby. Clouds of smoke rose up and from behind them, silhouettes of people running away in panic could be seen.

— Let's go!

— Don't lose your humanity. Let them take away your eyes, ears and hands. You don't need them. We will be your eyes, ears and hands if necessary. Don't become a demon, Hyakkimaru —  [Reader] prayed. 

— Who do I look like, Hyakkimaru? — [Reader] asked jokingly, trying on a kimono at one of the stalls.

— Mom — he replied, pointing at her.

—  Mother? — she sighed indignantly. — I'm not old! How dare you...

— Dororo. Told. Mom. Cooking. Washing. Hugging. Warmth. Love.

— After all, I'm not yours... Anyway, it doesn't matter. — She waved her hand.

However, a gentle smile appeared on her face.

[myteavsricochet]

Latest fanfics read (firstprince edition) part 5:

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

Two's Company, Three's a Crowd

When David, Henry's introverted beagle is scared of everyone, finding a new roommate becomes a challenge for Henry. But when David's obsession with a potential roommate, the charming Alex comes to light, their living arrangement becomes set in stone. As Alex and Henry navigate their living arrangement, a unique bond forms between them, sparking a journey of heartwarming friendship and eventually, love.

OR

David doesn’t like anyone but Henry because everyone Henry’s around before he moved to the US is awful, except Bea. So Henry’s having trouble finding a roommate. During their roommate interview, David curls up in Alex’s lap and goes to sleep.

When Alex and Henry move in together, David becomes strangely obsessed with Alex. When Alex leaves for school/work, he remembers Henry exists too.

make me your god

There’s no such thing as soulmates. Not for gods.

But then Henry meets Alex, and everything changes.

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, gods and mortals, Soulmates, Immortality

starry eyes sparking up my darkest nights

Any time, son.”

This time, Alex knows it’s not a nickname.

Or, 5 times Arthur and Catherine act like Alex's family and 1 time they become one.

Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Alternate Universe - High School, Fluff, Coming Out, Alex has ADHD, Found Family, Pining, but very little, Cuddling & Snuggling, Friends to Lovers, Ellen is kind of an asshole

in other words, until eternity (baby, i'm yours)

Henry reaches up and traces Alex’s cheek. Alex closes his eyes at his touch and lets Henry map his face with the pads of his fingers. He brushes over the curve of Alex’s ear, thumbs at the cut of his jaw and the indent of his chin dimple. Alex feels himself practically trembling, half in anticipation and half in response to the tenderness of the moment. His nose is next, then the line of his brows before Henry finally, finally traces the shape of his lips.

---

or: domestic bliss, firstprince edition

speak now (or forever hold your peace)

Then the preacher is saying, speak now or forever hold your peace…

This is his last chance. His heart is beating wildly in his chest, pounding in his ears, he gulps…

A second later, Henry is on his feet, standing tall.

*****

Alex left Kensington when Henry told him. And now, five years since then, Henry is invited to Alex’s wedding.

And you know how the saying goes, “If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, it’s yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be.”

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-The Storming of Kensington Palace (Red White & Royal Blue), Pining, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Exes to Lovers, Getting Back Together, Angst with a Happy Ending

be my mistake

“So, like, I don’t usually do this.”

Henry raises an eyebrow. He knows Alex’s reputation across campus. Everyone does.

“I mean with guys.”

Oh. Right.

Henry nods. “I won’t say anything.”

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Frat Parties, Drinking, Implied/Referenced Sex, Fuckbuddies, Casual Sex, Sex Without Feelings, Fuckboi Alex Claremont-Diaz

King of My Heart

Alex, as always, is utterly captivating.

He accepts his crown with grace and a crooked grin; it’s a duality that only he can pull off. Alex’s megawatt smile is brighter than the hundreds of multicolored shards of light reflecting off the mirrorball in the center of the room. Henry knows that Alex looks good on stage, he knows that Alex knows that he looks good on stage, and apparently, everyone else knows it as well. Henry thinks he sees a girl faint at the sight out of the corner of his eye.

And yet, no one knows about Alex and him. Everyone in the crowd wants Alex, but it’s a losing battle — Henry already won that fight a couple of weeks ago.

-

Or, When Alex wins Prom King, Henry sneaks him away for a moment alone and realizes that his feelings may run deeper than their clandestine hookups suggest

The Weight of Confession

The careful balance of his time was tipping. He was supposed to be 33.3% Lawyer, 33.3% Spider-Man, and 33.3% Alex... Not always in the order. But yeah, okay, often in that order.

But, that balance had been tipping too far towards Alex time for a few weeks. Which, took away from time as Spider-Man. Then, work got busy, which meant there was less time for Alex to catch up with June... It never ends.

There aren’t enough hours in the day for Alex to feel satisfied in every role. And, June paid the price.

Or: The point in time where a housewarming party and an origin story converge.

part 2 of What's up, danger?

solace in my star(s)

thinking that maybe henry likes being an insomniac because without the darkness of the night you wouldn't see the stars and that's his way of connecting with arthur and then eventually he has alex and he finds the same solace and love in alex

Additional tags: henry fox-mountchristen-windsor needs a hug, depression, stargazing, insomnia, established relationship

i scratch your head, you fall asleep

“Long day?” Henry asked quietly and carded his fingers through Alex’s curls. The other man relaxed heavily into him with another sigh and Henry felt him nod against his leg.

“Long month, really,” Alex murmured. “But we finished prep for a case early today and Marge said I can’t come back until I’ve slept for at least twelve consecutive hours, so. Here I am.”

“Here you are,” Henry echoed fondly.

-

or, alex really, really needs a nap and henry really, really loves him

you don't know the answer (til someone's on their knees and asks you)

“This might be the best one yet,” Henry comments, picking up another forkful of cheesecake and holding it out toward Alex. “Cheers to another successful con.”

They clink their forks, sharing small secret smiles over their free dessert before exiting the restaurant with their fingers interlocked and thanking the hostess, while all the servers watch them leave with hearts in their eyes.

Exactly the way they’d fucking planned it.

---

Best friends Alex and Henry pretending to get engaged every week to get free dessert, until those pesky feelings get in the way.

falling in love (every time i see you)

“Henry, I love you.” He says it without knowing what it means, just that it feels right on his tongue, and Henry’s eyes go wide like he can’t believe anyone would say that to him. Alex would say it a thousand times. He’s just waiting for Henry to say it back.

(or, five times alex tells henry he loves him, one time henry finally says it back)

with all these nights we're spending (my broken bones are mending)

It’s unexpected, and the softness that Prince Henry maintains is a shock to his system.

It makes him want to say something, even if it’s only to ask how his day was or to request an explanation for why he spent nearly fifteen fucking minutes looking at Cupid and Psyche with a forlorn look in his eyes. When he moves on, Alex gazes up at the sculpture and tries to discern the magic that must have captured the prince’s attention, but he comes up with no answers.

Which makes him want to ask more.

But he isn’t supposed to.

----

Or, Alex is the new V&A night guard and Henry is the prince that Alex has been explicitly instructed to leave alone.

[crankycake]

You’re Gonna Go Far

Chapter 2: I can tell just what you want, you don’t want to be alone

Summary: “Peter. Peter Parker Miss. Sorry about Duchess. She loves shiny things.”

Miss Selina chuckles. “Oh I can relate to that alright. She’s got good taste.”

Thoughts: Summary is kept short and sweet.

Any way chapter title is a lyric from the song ‘What You Know’ by Two Door Cinema Club.

There’s two curses Peter suffers from:

1.) Parker Luck

2.) Protect Peter

Everyone wants to protect Peter. Simple fact.

That’s all I have to say. Hope you enjoy this chapter x

‘Adopting every kid I see’ gene that somehow was passed down from Bruce to Dick without any blood ties takes doing. Like yeah. Ok. Bruce is Batman yadda yadda. Stranger things have happened, but still. It’s weird. What’s weirder is that he thinks Bruce has passed it on to him as well!

Dick, Babs and himself were discussing the possible threat of an unidentified meta in Gotham and how they should handle the situation peacefully. That part was directed at him. Jason knows how to act peaceful….when there’s a kid involved. Thank you very much.

He’s about to say as much when the sound of a squeak grabs their attention. There’s this kid. Around 13-14 years old standing shell shocked at the entrance. He’s got some old type of shoes on, these massive glasses and……it’s pains him to say it. An ‘I LOVE NIGHTWING’ t-shirt under a black shirt.

Babs immediately wheels forward and greets the kid warmly. Oh. So she knows him. She introduces himself and Dick. Dicks grinning like he has won the lotto. Seriously the kid was really boosting his brothers ego. Peter glances quickly at Dick and he can barely meet Jason’s eye. He tries not to take it too personally.

The kid feels familiar. Like he has seen him somewhere before and those eyes…hmm. They’re big and brown like Bambi. He loved watching that movie at the manor when he was a kid.

The kids about to bolt to the back of the library when Dick mentions the shirt. He rolls his eyes. Of course he has to mention it. Then Peter surprises them all by saying Red Hood is his favourite and Dicks face. Jason can’t help but burst out laughing. He hasn’t laughed this hard in awhile. The kid hurries to explain that he also loves Nightwing and Jason can’t stop laughing.

When Dick shoots him a dirty look he stops and tells Peter it’s unusual that Nightwing isn’t his favourite. Now Peter has already a special place in his mind, he’s gonna tease Dick about this kid until forever. Then Peter goes on to say something Jason will never forget.

“Well he’s a good guy, well he’s got a good heart and that’s all that matters.”

Way to go kid. Tearing Jason apart in a matter of seconds. He’s got a reputation to up hold and now he’s turning red. And with that bombshell the kid all but ran to the back.

Oh my god.

Dick is going to be the one to tease Jason about this kid until forever.

Bab’s office is designed to be soundproof to most metas. She closes the glass window and faces them with a grin that could rival the cat in Alice in Wonderland. “So. What do we think of Peter.”

Now if that isn’t a question. What does he think of that kid. “He’s…nice. I suppose. We only talked to him for a couple of minutes.” Jason says. Babs merely raises her eyebrow which gets the message across crystal clear. ‘You’re so full of shit.’ Yeah, he knows that, Babs knows that and Dick would also know that if he wasn’t too busy looking at Peter. He was pretty much signing the adoption papers with his eyes.

He shakes his head and looks at both of them. “He loves Nightwing.” He says with a gigantic grin on his face. Jason scoffs.

“Yeah, he does but he loves Red Hood more.”

”I think he just needs to get to know Nightwing more and he’ll see who the superior one is.”

”In your dreams Dickhead. He’s team Red all the way. We’re loyal over here.”

“Yeah well—.”

“Boys, we all know that Oracle is his favourite. His I love Oracle t-shirt was in the wash and he had to drag that t-shirt from the dregs of his closet. Now stop staring Dick or he’ll never come again.”

Dick stops staring almost immediately. Babs ties to smother her laugh. Jason does not.

“Oh you can’t laugh. I saw you turn red there Little Wing.”

Jason’s about to rebut to the jab when Babs clears her throat. ‘You’re both as bad as each other’ is left unsaid.

Silence encases the room, all of them stuck in their own heads. Jason can’t shake the feeling of Peter being familiar. It’s weird. He can’t puzzle it out. There’s almost a block in his mind that’s stopping him.

“Peter seems familiar to me. Anyone else feel like that.” Jason speaks quietly. Babs head whips to him. Her eyes wide. “Yeah. Very familiar. I can’t put my finger on it.” Oh she certainly can put her finger on it. She just wants them to figure it out for themselves. He feels like he’s in pre-school once again.

Dick eyebrows scrunch up together. They always do when he’s trying to puzzle something out. “Hmmmmm. Nope. I’d remember a kid like that.” He swears Babs is about to smack her forehead. Dick doesn’t seem to notice.

Babs and Dick go back and forth about the kid and how he’s “so familiar” insists Babs.

“He’s really not.” Dick says with conviction.

Jason tunes them out. A skill he’s got down to a fine art. He picks up the book he came to borrow. Pride and Prejudice was his favourite book ever. He loved reading it as a kid. It always brought comfort to him. Babs said Peter has just moved into the area. The kid must be bored if he was exploring the area around the Library. Maybe, just maybe, the kid will appreciate the book as well.

With the book clenched in his hands he moves towards the door. “I’m going to talk to Peter.” Is all he says before he leaves. He doesn’t wait for their replies. He doesn’t need Dick to tag along. That would just be uncool.

Peter is packing up his stuff, getting ready to leave. He seemingly doesn’t notice Jason’s footsteps. He goes to place his hand on Peters shoulder when Peter flinches and then whirls around. Ok. Not a normal reaction to a child with loving parents. He apologises and Jason says it fine and then silence occurs.

Jason very calmly (not) gives Peter the book. He gets a sad smile when he reads the title. Said it was his Aunts favourite. He also mentions that he has to get to work and Jason offer him a lift. Oh god. This kid was growing on him. Peter lights up when he tells him he has a motorbike. He then begins to talk so quickly that it would put the speedies to shame. He talks about his aunt again and how she didn’t like his uncle’s bike when Peter was on it. He also talks about this Tony guy who was going to buy, no build him a bike. He then stops abruptly and looks at him sheepishly.

Jason rushes them out of the library with a quick goodbye to Babs and Dick. He didn’t know why but he wanted to get to know this kid and he was just so familiar. He’s grateful he didn’t get a ride with Dick. The kid is looking at his motorcycle and trying to suppress his smile.

Yeah, his motorcycle is sick as fuck. Jason loves his bike. Hey, it might be a little on the old side but it was the first ever thing that 110% belonged to Jason. Not Bruce or some dealer. It was his. The kid shared his enthusiasm.

Jason hops on the seat first and hands Peter a helmet. The kid slides behind him. Gripping the seat tightly with his legs and hands. He also kept a wide berth between them. Interesting…. Jason doesn’t comment. He only asks where they’re going.

He doesn’t start up a conversation. The wind would blow him out anyway. Twenty minutes later they arrive at a quaint shop. In swirly purple writing ‘Bees Boutique’ is on top of the of the shop. The name sounds familiar. Does Steph shop here? Maybe that’s why it’s familiar. An old lady is standing in front of the door. She looks at Peter and gives him a nod. She turns around and flips the sign that now reads ‘OPEN TO ALL.’

Peter takes off his helmet and hands it over to Jason. He’s got a massive smile on his face. “Thank you so much, Mr Jason. That was awesome.”

“No problem kid and it’s just Jason. Mr Jason makes me feel so old. Say what time do you get off at.” He scrunches his eyebrows together. “I dont know. It’s my first day working here.”

“Oh ok.” Jason doesn’t know why he’s disappointed. “Well good luck.” Oh god. When did he become lame.

“Peter?”

“Yeah..?”

“If you ever need help. Just come to the library ok. We’ll always be there.”

Peter turns red and mumbles multiple thank yous and waves before hobbling into the boutique. Would it be very weird if he were to wait around and see when the kid leaves. Yes, yes it would supplies his subconscious.

He drives back to his apartment, parks his motorcycle and climbs in through the window. Using the door doesn’t catch any potential crooks by surprise and he knows that’s a fact. He’s speaking from experience. So he loves going through the window and scaring the shit out of Roy when he’s over.

His phone had buzzed while he was driving and Jason did value his life (he valued Peter’s) so he didn’t check it. He’s gotten two messages.

Babs

Mr ‘I suppose he’s nice’????? 🧐

Care to explain

What

He is nice

Don’t bullshit me Todd

’I don’t let anyone ride my most precious motorcycle and I hate socialising’

🤔

Ill block you

Beside

The kid only likes Red Hood

🤥🤥🤥

I hate you.

No you don’t.

….

XXX

Dickhead

So.

Did you guys have fun?

Jealously is a terrible thing Richard.

Corrupts the mind and soul.

Im not jealous

Just curious!

…

OK MAYBE I AM.

HAPPY.

Can you blame me

He had an I love Nightwing t-shirt on.

It was a last resort

He loves Red Hood more

Yeah, yeah 😒

Dick: 0

Jason:1

He turns off his phone before he can see Dicks reply. Jesus he’s tired. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone after that mob boss by himself. You live and you learn he supposes. Jason falls asleep with half him falling off the couch.

Peter’s first two weeks went by pretty smoothly. He was starting to get suspicious. His first day working for Bee was spent learning the ropes of the place. Bee was actually impressed with his sewing. All she said was ‘hmph’ but it was the tone that said she was really impressed!

The clothes she sells are stuff that people have handed down or she herself has sewn. Bee’s isn’t necessarily a charity but she does slip a few people some free items. She never says anything to them. They never say anything back. Peter begins to do the same. She puts him behind the counter and after a couple of days she decides that “The customers love you already Dimples.” He doesn’t believe that. He’s nothing special but he does receive some smiles back now.

He gets paid $30 everyday. Poor Bee’s is located in a pretty deserted and high in crime area. Bee hands it to him in cash. She never asks why he’s not at school. Just says “Come over when you can.”

Tuesdays he has tea with Harley. She is delighted when she sees him at the door. “Petey Bird you came!”

She’s only got a bottle of milk and a packet of biscuits but that doesn’t matter to him. He came for Harley, not for the food. She asks him about Bee and how he should definitely sew something for her to wear. She says she’ll get him a gift too. He’s not sure what to expect. She also tells him that her new gal is coming to town in and around 3 weeks and that they have to meet. “Yanks she’ll adore ya.”

She sends him off with three cushions after his first visit and the second visit he went home with a polka dot picture frame of him and Harley in it. He doesn’t know when she took that picture.“It gets real lonely sometimes Yanks. We all need someone.” He may have left with tears in his eyes.

He’s also gotten cash from his odd jobs profile. So far he’s fixed a man’s creaky window, someone’s toilet, repaired a car (that one was so cool, and the guy bought him lunch! Said he priced way cheaper than the mechanic), he helped someone set up a table and has fixed multiple bikes.

He’s collected $97.56 so far. Every penny counts. With this money, he manages to fix up his cracked laptop. The screen and the keyboard actually stick together now, which you know, actually makes the thing functional.

He buys the cheapest bag he can find and packs it up with the thought of ‘just in case.’ He buys one note pad, two pens and a highlighter so the next time he goes to the library it will look like he actually goes to school.

Speaking of the library, he should go to it soon. He hopes Babs friends are there again. It was so cool driving on Jason’s motorcycle. When he was allowed on Uncle Ben’s motorbike, Ben always hummed. Ben never knew why he did it, said he didn’t even realise he did it until Peter said it to him one day. Ben would only ever hum the same tune while he was on the bike.

Jason hums the same tune as well.

He feels bad he hasn’t dropped by sooner. During the week he can’t go to the library cause he’s supposed to be at school and in the evening he’s still at Bees or doing some odd job (but he mostly does those at the weekends). He’ll just have to fit it in this weekend he decides.

It’s currently Wednesday evening and he’s leaving Bees to go to this little park. He found it while he was bringing an old lady and her shopping across the road. He got hit a few times by her cane but she pinched him on the cheek as she left which he takes as a good sign. He’s yet to explore the park but he thinks it will be the perfect place to sketch out his new project for Harley.

The street he’s walking is a back route, aka ,you’re likely to get robbed. It’s sketchy as hell buts its so much faster than taking the jammed packed street. You’re still as likely to get stabbed in either street, but hey, that’s just Peters opinion.

Duchess is happily playing in his bag with Little Legs. He felt bad leaving her at theatre all by herself. He asked Bee about the cat and she said as long as it doesn’t get in its way. Peters only just allowed in Bees office now. Duchess had her own pedestal in their the first day. Talk about favouritism.

Interesting…challenge?

He’s met a few people on this street who look very sketchy. This lady who’s about to walk by him is practically taunting anyone to try and cross her. She’s wearing all expensive clothing, sleek, black, high heels. She’s got black tights on with a black leather skirt. A turtle neck and you guessed right, it’s black, with a plaid trench coat on top. Even Bee would be impressed. But what takes the cherry on the cake is the golden necklace and the golden bracelets she has on, dangling down from her neck and wrists. Pretty much daring anyone to try and steal them.

Duchess must’ve took that a little too personally as she stretched out her paw and caught it on one of the bracelets. Peter should be a little annoyed at Duchess for getting him into a potential altercation but come on. It’s Duchess, that’s his support cat. The lady looks a bit surprised when she feels a tug. Looking a bit impressed that someone tried to take her bracelet. When she sees that that someone is Duchess her face melts.

“Well aren’t you gorgeous.” She coos. Duchess, as always loving the attention, begins to purr and seeks out the woman’s hand for more. The woman looks up at Peter and gives him a smirk. “My names Selina and yours is..”

“Peter. Peter Parker Miss. Sorry about Duchess. She loves shiny things.”

Miss Selina lets out a chuckle. “Oh I can relate to that alright. She’s got good taste.”

Peter laughs. “I’ve been trying to get a collar for her but no pet shops sell ones for cats at all. Duchess is a free spirit and if she gets lost I feel like that’s on me (Tony Stark moment anyone) so I’ve tried to make her one with the materials at the boutique but it’s so hard cause I don’t want it too tight or to annoy her. Wait I have my sketch here, let me show you. Wait, no, never mind you probably don’t care.”

Selina doesn’t look bored at his spiel, she looks quite interested. “Oh nonsense. I’d love to see them. I’m a cat lover myself and my precious Ruby gets lost far too often.”

He probably shouldn’t be showing a random stranger in an even more random alley his drawings but if she wanted to kill him by now she would have done so. Flawless logic as always that he goes by.

They spend a good 50 minutes talking over cats, cat collars, clothes and somehow how he’s good at fixing things.

“Say. I’ve got a leaky pipe in my apartment a couple blocks down. My… let’s say boyfriend. Easier on the both of us if we just call him that, was supposed to fix it before he left for his so important trip but he never got the time to.” Selina rolls her eyes. “I’d pay you and you’d get to meet Ruby.”

Safe

It’s too dark now to got to the park and Peter doesn’t want to be left alone with his thoughts right now. He still gets a bit panicky when he realises he’s in a whole other universe. “Sure I’d love to.”

He can tell Selina is in the upper class region of Gotham. Walking over to her apartment you can see how the environment looks nicer and the buildings look pricer. Her apartment is on the top floor and Peter feels underdressed in this building. He’s suddenly reminded of his less that spectacular building when Selina opens the door.

Selinas apartment is classy with a lot of trinkets dotted around the place. She leads him to a large, red couch situated in front of a chic coffee table. A meow sounds from one of the rooms down the far hall.

“Aw there’s my girl.” Selina coos. One of the most well groomed cats he has ever seen walks into the room, adorned with a ruby collar. Duchess leaps from Peter’s bag and onto the arm rest. It seems like Duchess has competition. She stares down at Ruby from her newfound perch. Ruby goes over to the matching red armchair and levels Duchess with a practiced ‘you’re not special’ look.

Selina goes to the kitchen and comes back before the catastrophe (Peters proud of the pun cause get it cat and ca—). She gives him a glass of orange juice. He sips it and yep, this is the good stuff. The expensive kind. The kind Mister Stark used to buy him. He’s not going to dwell on the used to.

“They seem to get on with each other already.” Selina remarked dryly.

“I think Duchess has met her match all right.”

“Come I’ll show you where the pipe is.”

Selina leads him into the bathroom. Plants over run the place but it doesn’t feel crowded. Selina tells him that for some reason the hot tap just won’t run. She gives Peter all of her tools and he gets to work. He assumes that Selina will leave now but she doesn’t. She just sips her wine and goes into a story about how she ended up marrying a reporter from the Daily Planet.

After that story the conversation flows between them. Peter doesn’t open up much in the beginning but once he begins to fix the leaky pipe he’s able to keep up with the conversation and not just give short answers. When he’s leaving Selina insists he stays but all Peter hears is trapped, trapped, trapped. He politely refuses and goes to grab Duchess.

Duchess and Ruby are both in their respective couch coushins with their paws stretched out, almost touching. He feels like he’s interrupting something.

Duchess jumps up when she hears Peter. She saunters over to him and gives him a look that says ‘let’s get going quick’ He’s putting Duchess in the bag when Selina hands him over a $50 bill. “Don’t worry darling the rest will be coming shortly. If I give you too much then there’s a higher chance you’ll get robbed and we don’t want that.” She ushers him out the door before he can protest. “Don’t worry I’ll pay you back. I’ll find you at Bees. You work there yes? I’ll even bring Ruby.

“Thank you so much Selina, but you don’t have to go through all that trouble for me.”

She tuts. “Nonsense. It will be no trouble whatsoever.”

Peter bites his lip. $50 dollars is a lot of mula. Never mind how much she’s still planning to give him. Just this once he’ll take the money. Well…ok. If you say so. Goodbye Selina.”

“Goodby Peter. Get home safe.”

He’s about to turn when she grabs on to him. Peter locks up. She lets go immediately. “Let me give you my number just in case.”

Peter goes a bit red. “Oh. I don’t exactly have a phone.” Selina seems to be a bit taken back until she smiles. “It’s good to see a teenager without a phone. It’s refreshing. I feel like I’m back in my hayday.” She’s only saying that cause she was caught on the hop. He knows that, he’s not that much of an idiot.

She takes a pen from her pocket of her coat. She then proceeds to write her phone number on a small scarp of paper.

Just in case ;)

With that Peter goes out onto the street and back to the theatre. He leaves his bag on the floor waiting for Duchess to crawl out. She prefers it that way over than being picked up. She doesn’t get out straight away. She shimmes her head in the bag and when she comes out Peter’s jaw is on its hinges. She is wearing a silver chain collary thing that Ruby was wearing. Only instead of a ruby at the centre, an emerald was in its place. A note was attached to it saying: It matches her eyes <3.

Yeah she’s got a point. It does match Duchess’s eyes. Doesn’t stop Peter from counting up the sheer amount that collar must’ve cost and how Selina just gave it away. Poof. Like that. It’s makes Peter uneasy when he thinks about people spending money on him. He needs some fresh air. He scratches Duchess behind the ear as a goodbye as she settles back into her nest with little legs.

Peter climbs on to the dome and leaps onto the next building and the next till he gets to his thinking spot. It’s an apartment complex near Wayne Enterprises. The bright sign on top of the building reminds him of the Tower. Peter sighs. This is where he works on his super flawless plan to get him back home.

Operation Homecoming

Get Spider-Man up and running.

Try and conjure up the floaty lady.

Sneak into Gotham Prep and steal some equipment.

Part 1 of his plan has been building up this past week and should be up and running by tomorrow. He asked Bee could he use her fabric for his suit and for Harley’s surprise. He’s been sewing and planning this past week. Gotham needs Spider-Man more than Queens ever did. The vigilantes only look out for big bad guys like Joker, Penguin, Two-face and many more. Sure they looked out for their civilians but not in the same way Spider-Man could. The way Spider-Man can. He’s knows it’s time to put back on the mask. Someone has to look out for the little people and it looks like it’s going to be him.

Part 2 has been tricky. He thinks of the lady every night in the hopes he’ll somehow summon her. He thinks of the soul stone. He thinks of Titan. He thinks of dying but nothing. Not even a spark of magic. It’s weird. His physical being is trapped in Gotham but his mental being is in a halfway state in the soul stone and Gotham. The question is. What happened to the stones.

When he finally goes to sleep it’s dreams of his cold cellar. Pokes and prods. Lady Lisa and her needles. It’s of Skip Wecott and his endless amounts of bottles. Shards of glass, ceramics and plastics. He always wakes up in a cold sweat, blindly reaching for someone. Anyone. He’s not sure why he’s still disappointed when his hand passes through the air.

Part 3 is coming up at the end of the month. Did you know that Gotham Prep keeps all their old junk in their old gym. Peter didn’t. The sketchy guy on the subway did. He was all too happy to share his knowledge with Peter. Peter plans to try and get Karen up and running again. The pieces he needs he won’t find in the trash. Gotham Prep might have them. It’s worth a shot. The school is open for a fundraiser sponsored by, shock, Bruce Wayne. Anyone and Everyone is welcome. Peter now feels obligated to go. It’d be rude not to. That’s his excuse to why he’s doing that. No other ulterior motive.

He takes some deep breaths. He tilts his head up to the sky and closes his eyes.

Over there! Hi friend!

Pete drops his head. He’s gained a second shadow. Or as close to one as he can get. It happened last Thursday. When he first found his thinking spot, they had found him. He knew they were there and somehow they knew that he knew. It was very confusing. They don’t talk, but each day they come closer.

Since he’ll be going out as Spider-Man tomorrow he might as well tell them he won’t be here. He’d hate to disappoint them by not showing up.

“I know you’re there and you know I know. I won’t be here tomorrow.”

They stay silent behind him. He doesn’t mind. He leans over and pats at the space that’s is a bit further away from his spot. “You can sit. I won’t bite. My names Peter.”

Silence and then silent footsteps follow. A girl sits beside the space he had patted. She’s got an even scarier Batman cowl on her. Her costume looks similar to his but not quite. No, this costume is distinctly hers.

“It’s nice to meet you Peter.”

“It’s nice to meet you too. Orphan? Am I right. I’m not round here. I’m not up to date with all the vigilantes.”

Orphan nods.

“Cool.” Peter replies.

They sit in silence. It’s not an awkward silence and trust, Peter knows when a silence is awkward. He’s had plenty of practice with them.

They sit there for 30 minutes before Peter speaks up. “I like to think here. For some reason it reminds me of Queens.” Peter may trust this Orphan character too quickly but who can blame him. He just wants someone to listen to him. Someone his own age. And she’s a total badass.

“I miss Queens. I wish I never moved to Gotham.” And suddenly the tears won’t stop flowing.

Orphan places her hand a few centimetres away from his. Just like Ruby and Duchess a few hours ago.

“I know what it’s like to feel lonely.”

Peter wipes his tears and gives a wobbly smile of thanks. He looks over at her. She looks over at him. Peter clears his throat “I know that in this line of business things can get lonely. I had a friend who was a vigilante once (it’s not exactly a lie. Someone once said your greatest friend is yourself.) if you ever need anyone to talk to or even listen to I’ll most likely to be on this rooftop.”

She looks at him with those soulless eyes. There’s an understanding between them.

“Do you have parents?”

“Not anymore.” Bit of an out of the blue question.

She nods.

“Are we….friends?” She asks.

“Yeah. Yeah we are.” Peter replies.

“Good.”

“Cool.”

The gap gets smaller and their shoulders are almost touching. A friend his own age. Who was a vigilante. Da- Mr Stark would be so proud. Well he did have a friendly superhero back in his universe, but he never mentioned Johnny to Mister Stark.

He reaches the theatre without any further interruptions. He sprawls down on his web. He looks up at the stars. He never gets sick of them. He can feel his eyes begin to drift shut, his mind feels hazy.

He wakes up in orange.

He leaps up from the orange coloured water. Oh. The lady’s back is facing him. She’s humming a song he swears he’s heard before. She’s drifting elegantly throughout the water.

”Where am I?”

She stops her humming. She turns to face him. Her face was near perfect the first time he saw her. Now it has one black crack going across the bridge of her nose.

She lifts out her hand into the oncoming breeze. They both watch as it crumbles, the dust flowing away with the wind. The hand regrows once more.

”Child says I, soul stone are we in.”

”The soul stone!?!”

”Yes.”

Peters in the soul stone right now. Fuck. That’s not good. That’s seriously not good.

”How did I get in here?”

She makes a snap with her finger and doesn’t elaborate further. Peter gets the gist of what she’s implying. Finally her mouth opens and yellow and bronze fumes come out of it, as well as her eyes, nose and ears. Peter wants to look away but he physically can’t.

Child who made a fatal mistake

who is now lost in the fabric of space

your biggest challenge you’ve yet to face

it is never to late to change your fate.

She’s looking him dead in the eyes when she lets out that ominous stuff.

“Peter Parker. You should never have snapped. What’s done is done. Prepare for what’s to come.”

Her mouth closes and the smokes stops. She looks a little less scary. What does she mean he’s made a fatal mistake. If he didn’t snap who was supposed to? Wait a minute… HE’S LOST IN THE FABRIC OF SPACE????

Before he can ask the lady anything she snaps her finger again and again and again.

Peter wakes up in a cold sweat. He doesn’t get anymore sleep that night.

Tony has had a lot of ups and downs in his life but nothing could ever compare to losing a child. He realised that he never appreciated Peter Parker as much as he should have when Peter turned to dust. He hated thinking about it. That memory haunted him for five years. Each nightmare as vivid as the last.

Seeing the scrawny, boney kid who looked two seconds from deaths doorstep on that faithful night had changed his life for the better. The Cult of Luna was a human trafficking group for children but more specifically those with enhancements. Peter had been a primary target. They never found out why. Very old school the cult was. No tech. Just good old pen and paper that could burn very easily.

He couldn’t send that kid to social services. So they struck up a deal. Tony monitored his every move in that abandoned warehouse that he lived in and Peter promised to play safe. He never knew if Peter agreed because he was scared or wanted someone in his corner. Perhaps it was a mix of both.

The first day Peter had joined them at the tower Tony didn’t stop smiling for a week. The first time Peter stayed the night he couldn’t sleep in case Peter needed him. Peter didn’t but it didn’t hurt to be prepared. The first time Peter hugged him he cried for a solid 20 minutes afterwards. Don’t tell anyone that though.

The kid won over every Avenger. The kid even won over Happy. Everyone loved Peter. Hell, even Morgan loved Peter and she didn’t even know him yet. She always asked for stories about her big brother who was the best superhero. (“Yes dad. Even cooler and better than you.” Tony never disagreed with that.) He knew that Peter would adore Morgan. He always told Morgan that. It was the simple truth.

Seeing Peter in the flesh for the first time in 5 years had knocked the wind out of him. He hugged him and god he didn’t want to ever let go. He did in the end. They had a war to win. Holding Peter as he died a second time, he knew he should’ve never let go. He should’ve zoomed him out of there, left him with Morgan and then come back. Now it was all too late.

Peters breathing is sluggish and his speech is slurred. Oh god. ‘Not again, not again’ He begs. If there’s any God out there, let them intervene. Save his son, please.

“We won Mr Stark….we won…” Peter takes his final breath when a bright orange light erupts out of him. It spills out out of him and knocks everyone back. It hits directly in the chest. The last thing he hears is Peppers petrified scream before he succumbs to the darkness.

When he wakes up it’s to Morgan demanding to see her big brother like he promised her. He can’t help it. He breaks down into tears, knowing he failed. Peppers there quietly crying with him. Later on he finds out he’s in Wakanda. When he asks why he’s led down to one of the numerous labs. Shuri, Wanda, Bruce and Dr Strange are all standing around an elevated soul stone.

He is then told that some ancient magic has messed with Peters death and instead of killing him has trapped him inside the stone. They were able to get the stone extracted from the gauntlet safely. He immediately starts asking questions.

Yes. They can feel him inside the stone.

No. They don’t know how to get him out. That part filled Tony with dread. Some of the most able and advanced people were in this room and they couldn’t even start with an idea on how to get Peter out.

Yes. They are working on it. This was good to hear.

They can hear his voice sometimes. Nothing above a whisper of a thought.

Two and a half weeks have gone by. Pepper and Morgan stay in Wakanda with him. Pepper deals with Stark Industries and with the fallout of half the population randomly appearing with the help of S.H.I.E.L.D.

He works on the stone everyday. They all do. They’ve learnt that Peter has gotten a cat called Duchess as well as having rode a motorcycle. Tony nearly had a heart attack at that news. Karen isn’t working but Little Legs is up and running. Every time he tries to contact Peter via Little Legs his computer ends up going black and up into smoke. He wants to try again but he doesn’t think Shuri can handle another broken piece of equipment. Tony moves forward regardless.

Yesterday Strange managed to find that Peter is in a city called Gotham. He’s said Peter had appeared in the stone for a short while but the stone blocked him out from getting to him. He said it’s very likely they won’t hear from Peter for a while.

He not so subtly tells Tony he needs to take a break. Head to New York. They’ll be here when he gets back. He wants to refuse but one look at Morgan and Pepper and he can’t . He takes one last look at the soul stone before leaving for his flight to New York. Back home he goes. Without his kid. Once again.

He has waited five years for his kid. He’ll be dammed if he can’t wait another five.

“I’ll bring you back kid. I swear.” He’s not surprised when the stone doesn’t talk back. Just disappointed.

He goes to New York feeling dejected.

Peter feels cold. Too cold after that hallucination. The lady said he wasn’t supposed to have snapped. That someone else was supposed to, but who? He’s already confirmed that he’s in another universe. That bits not new, doesn’t make it sting any less though.

He goes to work the next few days shivering. Seriously he’s never been this cold before. Bee doesn’t comment on it, only gives him a cup of tea every hour. He doesn’t go up to visit Orphan or Harley. He writes a note telling them that he’s got the cold and doesn’t want it to spread. He doesn’t see if any reply was sent back.

A week and a half has passed and he’s still cold. Less than a week he’ll be infiltrating Gotham prep. He needs to be ready. He tries his best to stop shivering. Bees one shiver away from becoming a mother hen and isn’t that a scary thought.

Harley wanted to keep him in her apartment and had given him several multi-coloured blankets on his way out. Orphan was starting to follow him a little bit but always backs off before he reaches the theatre. She always sits closer to him on the rooftops now.

Selina had come by to the shop and left him with her fur coat and another 50 bucks. He insisted he give her back one on the items she had given him. She only shook her head affectionately and said it was nothing. When she left the shop she said to ring him if the shivering doesn’t get better. Peter tells her he would…he probably would…definitely….maybe.

Bee tells him that she’ll be off tomorrow and that it should be a quiet day. There’s a pick up order. A young girl. She gives him the no funny business talk. Peter goes pink and then crimson. Bee has no shame in embarrassing him.

All this shivering doesn’t stop him from being Spider-Man. At first the people don’t trust him. He tries to bring an elderly woman up to her building. She whacks him with her portable bat. She waves him goodbye afterwards so he counts it as a win. Slowly they come round to him. The Gothamites aren’t used to having a vigilante round who looks out for the little guy. Peter is changing that. Slowly but surely.

He fixes an elevator in the building for a man called Margo who has chronic back pain. He’s befriended twins and watches them while their mother Anita goes to the shop whenever he can. He helps someone fix up their bike. He helps someone get their tyres back after being stolen.

He goes round his part of the city that the ‘Bat Clan’ don’t patrol. He’s noticed a presence watching him. Analysing him from a distance. The Batman isn’t so scary when you can pinpoint his exact location. He stares at him from time to time when they cross paths. His heartbeat always picks up when Peter does this. He then always rolls his eyes and shrugs his shoulder. Acts like he was just imagining him. He hopes it freaks him out.

Yesterday he was sitting on the ‘thinking spot’ roof in his Spider-Man costume. Orphan swooped down. She stared at him in disbelief. He looked straight back at her.

He didn’t know how she knew it was him, other than he was sitting in their usual spot but still! It was a big leap.

“Peter.” There’s no point in lying to her. She would somehow know. She had that uncanny ability.

“Yes.”

They stand in silence. She then proceeded to drag him down into an abandoned alley, crouching behind a bin. She then lifts her mask up for a millisecond. He gets a quick look at her face. She’s got dark brown eyes and narrow lips that are turned into a smile. She gots a bob of dark hair. She then proceeds to pull down the mask again just as quick.

“Cass.” She says as she points at herself. It’s a nice name. Two seconds pass by. Peter speaks “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”

“Deal.”

And that was that. He knew Cass wouldn’t snitch on him to the Big Bat. He was no threat to them, he was only trying to do his best.

He packs up to leave for work and then remembers it’s his day off. He’s thinking maybe he and Cass could go on patrol with each other. It’s nice to have another vigilante his own age. It gets lonely. Then he remembers he hasn’t been in the library in weeks. Aw crackers.

He grabs his bag and heads over to the library. This time he’ll give back the Pride and Prejudice book. Peter was hooked every page, he wasn’t used to reading classics. It kept him occupied while the cold crept in late at night.

He’s arrived at the library’s entrance in record time and knocks. It feels rude not to knock.

When there’s no answer he goes inside. He wonders if Barbra is on another important phone call.

“Barbra won’t be back till an hour.” Called a bored voice inside. Peter smiled. Jason must be covering. He’s about to announce himself when he stops. He could potentially scare him. He sees a camera right on the arch so he can’t use his enhancements. That’s fine. He doesn’t need them to scare Jason.

He presses himself against the wall. A pillar blocking his view from Jason. He reaches into his pocket and finds a penny. It’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make he decides. He throws it across the room at normal strength. It ricochet’s off a lamp and into the bookshelves.The library goes quiet. He tries to flatten himself against the wall more, quietly laughing to himself. He then crouches down when he hears footsteps.

Jason walks out slowly, he can barely hear him breathe. He’s got something is his hand but from this angle he can’t see what exactly it is. He goes into the bookshelves and Peter follows quietly.

Jason bends down and picks up the penny. He had scared Ben so many times that they had to keep score in the end. It was their thing. He wanted to do it one last time. Get one up on the old man. Or well younger, different universe version.

Peter creeps up behind him and taps out really quickly on Jason’s back ‘got you’ in morse code—

LOOK OUT!!!

—when he’s flipped onto his back with a knife to his throat. Jason eyes have gone a washed away green colour and Bens eyes were blue not green? The green in Jason eyes disappear in a blink and suddenly he’s got a horrified expression on.

He immediately helps Peter up. “I’m so sorry. I thought you were someone else.” Yeah Peter should’ve thought about how he was pranking a Gothamite version of Ben. Oops….?

Jason kept rambling on and on about how sorry he was until Peter burst out laughing. “Oh man your face.”

Jason looks at him shocked before eyeing him incredulously. “You’re a little shit aren’t you?” Peter just wipes his eyes and grins. Wide and bright, the kind that makes his eyes crinkle. Jason shakes his head fondly before throwing an arm around him. He’s about to retract it before Peter practically melts into his side. Hey, he’s touched starved and it’s his dead uncle, leave him be.

Is it weird he’s starting to separate them as two entities in his mind already?

Yes? No? Eh he’ll leave it at that for now.

Jason smiles down at him before walking them to Babs little cubby. He sits down on a bright blue couch with patches dotted throughout the place. Comfy.

Jason plonks himself down beside him and places his feet on the coffee table. Peter copies his movements.

“You haven’t been round here in a while twerp. What brought you back.”

Peter goes red. He thought Babs would notice his absence but not Jason.

“I’ve been busy with work and school work. You know how it is.”

Jason nods. “Yeah I remember it far too well. Wasn’t half bad. Just surrounded by rich pricks.”

“Oh! Did you go to Gotham Prep?”

“Yeah unfortunately. What school do you go to?”

“Oh I’m homeschooled. Couldn’t enrol to Gotham Prep in time.”

Jason raises his eyebrows. “It’s a year round tuition.”

“My parent couldn’t exactly…pay. Didn’t want to sign up for the scholarship either.”

“Why’s that?”

“Cause only a select few get in and ‘we don’t need the money’ mentality.”

Jason gives Peter a look when he says he doesn’t need the money and it true! He’s got a job. He’s passing by. Barely. Bees not doing too good. Especially since her shop is in a deserted area.

He’s needs to start advertising the shop he decides. She still gives him the same amount but he always sneaks half his pay back into the register. He only does the occasional oddjob now that Spider-Man has entered the scene. But he’s been worse, way worse.

“Do you get lonely being homeschooled?”

Peter thinks about it. “It’s hard leaving my old friends in New York but I made a new friend here.”

“Oh really. What’s their name?”

“Cass.”

“Cass?”

“Yeah Cass.”

He purses his lips. “That’s nice. What did she look like. I think she might be a regular at the library.”

“Oh she’s short, she’s got black hair and a bob, some sort of Asian descent. She’s lovely.”

Jason hums. “Yeah I know her. Hey, did you finish the book.”

It was an obvious change of topic but he didn’t care. He wanted to discuss the book with someone. Peter and Jason discussed Pride and Prejudice and somehow got into Star Wars.

“Anakin is the best.” Stated Jason.

“No way. Anakin is cool but Obi-Wan is far cooler.”

They agreed on Chewbaka in the end as the best Star Wars character.

Jason had picked up on Peters shivers and tucked Peter in his leather jacket and a big blue coat before securely pulling Peter into his side. Peter still shivered but less than before. He was actually quite sleepy. He didn’t get enough last night. He’d never admit that though.

Safe. Sleep. Safe. It’s ok.

His spider senses seemed to be content, so as Jason was going on about some book Peter should read, he drifted off, finally feeling warm.

Jason felt a light weight hit his shoulder. Peter was asleep. The kid had bags under his eyes and couldn’t stop shivering until now. He’d turned on the heating to the max setting and given him his coat and Dicks but he was still shivering. Now as he was asleep the shivering had stopped.

When he had picked up that penny he thought Two Face had managed to find out his identity and challenge him to a surprise attack. How did Two Face know Red Hoods identity? He doesn’t and never will find out but it didn’t stop the scenarios from spiralling.

When he had flipped Peter on his back he thought he had fucked it up again. Peter hadn’t shown up since Jason’s ride. After Jason had said if he ever needed help he could always come to the library. Jason was positive the kid didn’t want to go back to the library in case he ran into Jason. Babs assured him it wasn’t but Jason couldn’t be swayed. He was sure he fucked up.

But apparently he was wrong. (Don’t tell Babs)The kid laughed so hard when he was on the floor that Jason didn’t feel half as bad about flipping over him (that’s a lie). Peter and him talked for over two hours. The little bastard had wormed his way in to Jason’s heart whether he knew it or not.

Dick, Babs and Damian had gone to shop for his birthday. His birthday had been two months ago but Killer Croc had ruined the celebrations, so they decided to have a party next weekend. With everyone doing their own shit it was hard to pick a date. Dick can’t pick a present for his life so he need weeks to decide what to get.

Maybe he could get Peter to come too. Make the celebrations that little bit bearable. Especially now that Cass was buddy buddy with Peter and no. He’s not jealous. Dick will be though. He’s smiling then, picturing Dick coming in and seeing Peter sleeping.

He looks down. The kids adorable. There’s no doubt about that. He’s also too skinny. He doesn’t like Peters parents. It’s weird not signing up for a scholarship that offers up money when they clearly need it and Peter flinching when coming into direct contact with someone initially (he’ll have to ask Bruce if he could somehow squeeze Peter in to Gotham Prep) and to have Peter work means they definitely need the money. Jason hasn’t visited Bees since he dropped Peter off. He felt like he was violating Peters privacy but he wanted to scope that place out. See if it was just a boutique.

Peter’s face is peaceful except for the space between his eyebrows. Scrunched up even as he’s conked out.

Jason begins to gently close his eyes and his brain just won’t stop picking at that image of Peter sleeping.

Peter scrunches up his eyebrows when he sleeps. He did it in their conversation as-well, when he really had to think of an answer. He’s seen someone else do that but who…?

‘Just like Dick’ his brains supplies sleepily.

His eyes wrench open at their own accord.

Just like Dick.

Babs hammering home how Peter seems so familiar.

What.

The.

Fuck.

The Library door opens. Dick is laughing at something and Damian’s tuting him. Barbra wheels in and stops short. Her mouth drops open. She looks at Jason and does a double take.

Damian comes in next. His eyes widen slightly before narrowing. It seems Damian had put two and two together far quicker than he did when his eyebrows raise.

“Why did you guys stop?” Dicks questions as he enters the room. His jaw drops to the floor when he takes in the scene. Jason wishes he had a camera. “How, why, WHAT!” Splutters Dick. Jason shushes him. “You’ll wake him up.” He hisses.

“I have so many questions…” Barbra trails off.

“Not as many as I do.” Damian says with disdain. “Why is Dicks child cuddling with Todd.”

”MY WHAT?!?!” Shouts Dicks loud enough that Peter begins to stir . Damian looks taken back at Dicks obliviousness and looks a little sorry. As much as Damian can muster.

Dick scans Peter from his head to his toes with new eyes and he blanches. “No.” He whispers. “No no no no no no no no.” Dick says again and again. “There’s no way. I would’ve been, what 13?” Babs rubs a hand up and down his back.

Dick can’t stop staring at Peter. Tears are starting to fall. Jason carefully detangles himself from Peter and makes his way over to Dick. He grabs him by the arm. “Ok Dick Wing I thinks it’s time to get some fresh air.” Dick doesn’t respond so Jason drags him outside the room.

Dicks sits with his two legs spread out in front of him, head leaning against the wall. Jason had his legs crossed and is leaning against the chipped pillar. He grabs his packet of cigarettes from his pocket and lights one up. He offers one to Dick who takes it with a muttered “Fuck it.”

“How…..”

“I don’t know.”

Dick huffs and brings his knees up to his chest. “He doesn’t show up in our database. He’s got no records. No legal guardians. We don’t even know where he lives. What if he’s a clone.” Jason and Dick apparently had done their research on Peter Parker.

“No I don’t think this kid is a clone.” Jason knew that the kid had felt every year on this earth go by. He had that haunted look in his eyes sometimes. No. Peter Parker was not a clone. “Maybe he’s not from here…” Jason muses.

Dick looks at him confused. “We know he’s not from Gotham. He’s from New York.”

“No I mean from a different…ah forget it. It’s crazy.” He drops his cigarette bud on the ground and scruffs his shoe over it.

Before Dick can enquire more the door to the library opens. Damian is squinting at Peter like he’s committing treason. Guess sleeping beauty woke up.

“All I’m saying is that cats are superior to dogs.”

“Tt. You know nothing Parker.”

“Hey!” There was no real venom behind it.

“Cats will eat you once you die.”

“They need to eat somehow!”

“Hmph. Ace is far more loyal that your Duchess.”

“Hey, Ace wouldn’t happen to be a German Shepard would he?….and Duchess wouldn’t eat me till the second day thank you very much. She has standards.”

That stops Damian. Like he almost forgot he didn’t know Peter for more than 5 minutes. If you’re persistent you could distract Damian for 5 minutes tops but this was after you knew him. Or more like he put up with your presence. Peter somehow didn’t apply to that rule. Dam kid was somehow immune to any emotional built walls. It was like his superpower.

“You know Ace?” Damian said sharply.

Peter didn’t pass any heed. “Yeah. He knocked me over on…. I can’t remember what street.” He smiled sheepishly.

“That’s was you?” Dick blurted out. Peter looked calmly over at Dick. Did Peter just not see the resemblance between them? Now that Jason’s knows he can’t help seeing Dick in different parts of Peter, his nose, his hair, Dicks mothers eyes. It was uncanny the likeness.

“Yeah that was me.” Peter chuckled. “Knocked the wind out of me. Oh! Here’s your jacket back.”

He passes both Dicks and his jacket to them. “Keep it.” Both Dick and Jason said at the same time.

“Oh…that’s ok. I’ve got plenty at home. You never told me that your birthday is this week.”

That’s last bit is directed at Jason. It’s an obvious subject change. Dick and him share a look. Yeah. That kid or should he say Dicks kid will be leaving with at least one of their jackets tonight.

“It’s not really this weekend more like two months ago. Only getting round to celebrate it now.” Peters not satisfied with that answer. “I’ll have to get you something.” He decides.

Jason is off the wall in seconds. The kid who looks like he’s floating above the poverty line wants to buy Jason something with his precious money. No way.

“Not a chance kid. The gift will be returned with compensation for your time and efforts.”

Peters about to protest until he stops short. His eyes gain a mischievous glint and he shrugs with faux innocence. “Ok J man. You’re the boss.”

At being called J man Jasons face went slack. Dick barked out a laugh and Damian snickered. Jason went over to ruffle his hair and effectively tugs Dicks jacket around him. “You’re a sinister shit and you cover it up with your smiles.” At that Peter gives him his biggest shit eating grin.

Dick is clutching his heart. The jacket swamps Peter. Peter look at the sky and then does a double take. “I need to get going home.”

“Where are you heading?” asks Dick.

“Oh I live down Williams Street.”

Dick laughs. “Me too! What a coincidence. I might as well walk with you as I was just about to head off.” It’s not a coincidence. Dick lives in another city.

Peter looks Dick up and down, deciding whether he trust him. Then he nods. “Sure. If you want too.”

“Great let me get my things.”

As Dick goes to get his stuff Peter turns to Damian. “We should meet up sometime.”

Damian actually takes a step back. “We should?”

“Yeah!” Peter beamed. “You could bring Ace and any other pets and I could bring Duchess.”

Damian looks at Peter. Judging him and not trying to hide it, before he settles on a curt nod. “I’d like that.”

“Cool…let’s say…Thursday evening. At the park beside the bodega?”

“Yeah that works.” He’s says casually. This is the first time Damian’s asked out the house by someone other than Jon.

Peter nods and gives Damian a thumbs up before turning to Jason. “Thanks for letting me sleep on you.” Peter looks shy. Jason shakes his head fondly. “It’s no problem kid.”

Dick comes out with Babs and they all say their goodbyes. Peter promises Babs that he’ll be back by latest next week and just like that Dick and Peter are off.

“Soooooo.” Babs drags out. “How long till he’s at the manor.”

Jason hums. “Depends. Three weeks maybe four.?”

“Wanna bet?”

“You’re on.”

“Tt.”

Thoughts:

So what do we think???

Trust me there is a plot behind the soul stone and the floating lady who will eventually have a name. It will just take some time to come about.

Selina enters the scene. I am going to do a pov in the next chapter of her. Will she recognise Peter as Dicks child….probably.

Cass was an instalment that I hope I did justice. This is fanon with some canon elements. Beside everyone falls under the lure of Peter Parker. Even Damian.

Damian and Peter will be friends and will meet up at the park. Just who knows how many pets Damian might bring…did I hear Bat Cow?

Anyway moving on to Tony’s POV and what’s going on back in Wakanda. Not much dialogue but that will come later. Morgan will be meeting Peter don’t fret and no long term jealousy will last on either side of the relationship. Tony AND Pepper have two hands.

Jason’s reputation is in ruins after Peter and Dick is currently sobbing. I bet you didn’t think that Dick would find out so soon. Neither did I. Spur of the moment I suppose. Next chapter will start with Dicks POV. Father and son bonding moments will come soon.

Duke, Stephanie and Tim will come next chapter. One of them for definite. Bruce will come in later with of course Alfred.

The Justice League, Teen Titans, Outlaws and Young Justice characters will most likely come up. Super Sons for the win so Jon will meet Peter. Ivy is coming aswell.

I don’t know if Dick will be put with anyone. Kori is a great character and I love her with Dick as well as Wally but I think Dick will be kept single in this story for now.

Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Share your thoughts and see you in the next one x

Day this was wrote: 6/10/24

[m12writer]

Birds of a Feather Masterlist

Act One A Hard Day's Night The First Cut Is the Deepest Winning a Battle, Losing the war No Man's Land Shake Your Groove Thing If Tomorrow Never Comes The Self-Destruct Button Save Me Who's Zoomin' Who?

Act Two Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head Enough is Enough Make Me Lose Control Deny, Deny, Deny Bring the Pain Into You Like a Train Something to Talk About Let It Be Thanks for the Memories Much too Much Ower of a Lonely Heart Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer Begin the Begin Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Break on Through It's the End of the World As We Know It Yesterday What Have I Done to Deserve This? Band-Aid Covers the bullet Hole Superstition The Name of the Game Blues for Sister Someone Damage Case 17 Seconds Deterioration of the Fight or Flight Response Losing My Religion

Act Three Time Has Come Today I Am a Tree Sometimes a Fantasy What I Am Oh, the Guilt Let the Angels Commit Where the Boys Are Staring at the Sun From a Whisper to a Scream Don't Stand So Close to Me Six Days (Part 1) Six Days (Part 2) Great Expectations Wishin' and Hopin' Walk on Water Drowning on Dry Land Some Kind of Miracle Scars and Souvenirs My Favorite Mistake Time After Time Desire The Other Side of This Life (Part 1) The Other Side of This Life (Part 2) Testing 1-2-3 Didn't We Almost Have It All?

Connie Sloan's Interns Act Four A Change Is Gonna Come Love/Addiction Let the Truth Sting The Heart of the Matter Haunt You Every Day Kung Fu Fighting Physical Attraction, Chemical Reaction Forever Young Crash Into Me (Part 1) Crash Into Me (Part 2) Lay Your Hands on Me Where the Wild Things Are Piece of My Heart The Becoming Losing My Mind Freedom (Part 1) Freedom (Part 2)

Act Five Dream a Little Dream of Me (Part 1) Dream a Little Dream of Me (Part 2) Here Comes the Flood Brave New World There's No 'I' in Team Life During Wartime Rise Up These Ties That Bind In the Midnight Hour All By Myself Wish You Were Here Sympathy for the Devil Stairway to Heaven Beat Your Heart Out Before and After An Honest Mistake I Will Follow You Into the Dark Stand By Me Elevator Love Letter Sweet Surrender No Good at Saying Sorry (One More Chance) What a Difference a Day Makes Here's to Future Days Now or Never

Act Six Good Mourning Goodbye I Always Feel Like Somebody's Watchin' Me Tainted Obligation Invasion I Saw What I Saw Give Peace a Chance Invest in Love New History Holidaze Blink I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked State of Love and Trust Valentine's Day massacre The Time Warp Perfect Little Accident Push Suicide is Painless Sympathy for the Parents Hook, Line and Sinner Hoe Insensitive Shiny Happy People Sanctuary Death and All His Friends

Act Seven With You I'm Born Again Shock to the System Superfreak Can't Fight Biology Almost Grown These Arms of Mine That's Me Trying Something's Gotta Give Slow Night, So Long Adrift and at Peace Disarm Start Me Up Don't Deceive Me (Please Don't Go) P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) Golden Hour Not Responsible This Is How We Do It Song Beneath the Song It's a Long Way Back White Wedding I Will Survive Unaccompanied Minor

Act Eight Free Falling She's Gone Take the Lead What Is It About Men Love, Loss and Legacy Poker Face Put Me In, Coach Heart-Shaped Box Dark Was the Night Suddenly This Magic Moment Hope for the Hopeless If/Then All You Need Is Love Have You Seen Me Lately? If Only You Were Lonely One Step Too Far The Lion Sleeps Tonight Support System The Girl With No Name Moment of Truth Let the Bad Times Roll Migration Flight

Act Nine Going, Going, Gone Remember the Time Love the One You're With I Saw Her Standing There Leaving

[williamrikers]

Some Personal Favorite BL Moments of 2023

this is inspired by @lurkingshan's post, thank you for that 😊

Best Show

be my favorite, hands down. this show hooked me right from the very beginning, and each week it kept outdoing itself. the kindest, most compassionate storytelling mixed with some absolutely amazing character journeys and a strong message at its heart, bmf will stay with me forever (and not only because i managed to snatch one of the utterly gorgeous box sets for my collection). 12/10 puffball music boxes

Best Scene

alan and wen pre- and post-breakup at the start of episode 5 of moonlight chicken. i've rewatched these nine minutes more times than i can count. both first and mix do some incredible acting here, and it's such an utter joy to watch. 5/5 crying firsts sliding down a wall

The Scene That Came For My Life The Most

look, i've talked about only friends episode 6 [4/4] before. you all already know that i desire mew carnally for what he did with that audio tape. i have also rewatched this scene an embarrassing amount of times. 96/69 illicit sex tapes

Most Rewatchable Show and Best Main Couple

this one goes to a boss and a babe. i have already rewatched this show twice this year, and i love it more on every single rewatch. i regularly lose my mind about how much i love this silly little show and start waxing poetic about how much this love story means to me, how much i adore gun and cher's weirdness, their communication, their commitment, their gentleness, their mutual respect, the way they help each other and heal each other, the way they make each other feel safe and loved, which my friends from the bl besties server can attest to. maybe one day, i'll put all of my ramblings into a coherent format, but for now please trust that this show is absolutely wonderful and extremely special to me. 1000/10 gaymer friends sleepovers

Best Premise (That Was Utterly Ruined By The Show)

i've got to say dangerous romance, although step by step comes in at a close second. after the second episode of dr, i was out here writing hundreds of words worth of meta, and then... well, then the show became what it unfortunately is, now. i still want to see the show that i was promised (a thriller about two poor brothers who get into hot water because of money issues and end up having to turn to crime to survive, all while the younger brother slowly falls in love with the biggest bully at school, and over the course of the show the bully needs to learn to become a better person and help sailom overcome the trust issues he should have had from growing up constantly threatened and sometimes physically abused by members of the mafia.) -20/10 stupid fucking windmills for ruining something that could have been amazing

Best Side Couple

tiwpor, you will always be famous to me. my school president itself might just have given us crumbs, but i licked those tiny crumbs right off the floor with delight, and when our skyy 2 made it canon, i lost my entire mind. i could not have asked for more. 2/2 couples t-shirts

Best Date

yang and phumjai on their practice date in episode 4 of love in translation was probably the sweetest thing that happened on any bl in 2023. in the later episodes, they had many more beautiful moments together as well as some incredibly amazing physical intimacy (plus, in the extended iqiyi cut, one hell of a foreplay scene), but their sweet date before they had even confessed their feelings has stayed with me. 11/10 slices of pandan

Best Beach Scene(s)

never let me go wins this one. no other show was as devoted to showing off their beautiful beach locations as nlmg this year. watching this show made me yearn for the sea. 1/1 tattoo of your boyfriend's name

Best Rooftop Scene

despite the stiff competition in the form of bmf and cherry magic thailand, last twilight has this one in the bag. the pain, the pining, the heartbreak, the complicated feelings, the desperate kiss... they even lampshaded this trope in the dialogue. stellar scene. 12/10 sunflowers

Best Sensuality

we've had a lot of high heat bls this year, some of them still ongoing, and since billy infamously said "a lot and deeply", i feel like the next episode of the sign might just blow all of our minds. i'm not awarding a best sex scene here so i won't have to eat my words in a few days—however, i feel confident in saying that when it comes to raw sensuality, no one is going to beat ray and sand in only friends this year, no matter how hard the characters on pit babe, playboyy and the sign might be trying. truly, nobody embodies sensual attraction like first and khaotung do. 69/10 sausages that represent blowjobs

Best Minor Character That Stole The Show

gotta agree with the masses here and say nawin laws of attraction. what a guy. every day i miss him. ∞/10 unhinged ex boyfriends

Best Viewing Experience

this is not bl, but it might as well be: midnight museum still feels like a fever dream, i have no idea what the plot even was, i understood maybe 10% of what was happening at any given moment, and i've never had more fun watching anything. this truly is the show of all time. 5/3 roles played by gun atthaphan

Wildest GMMTV Moment

also not a bl, but the piploy pissing in the car scene as an act of revenge in wednesday club would go down in history, if, you know, people had actually watched this show. what can i even say. 3/3 gratuitous pissing scenes

Most Anticipated Show Of 2024

i just had to find a way to mention my golden blood in this post. i am yearning for this show with an intensity i cannot describe. i literally need to see joss bridal carrying gawin as much as possible, it is on the baseline of my hierarchy of needs. no matter whether this turns out to be trashy fun, high camp, an actually serious show, or all three, i win. gmmtv could not have given me anything better to look forward to next year 💖

[master-of-blogging]

Dragons Rising season 2 Spoilers under the cut!!!!!! Be warned!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I haven't been this excited about Ninjago in FOREVER.

The writing in season 1 was already great but this season really stepped it up even more!!!

Dont get me wrong, I LOVE Ninjago and I have for years, but this season really has me looking back like

It probably helps that I just finished a rewatch of the whole show and watching Crystallized and Dragons Rising back to back really highlights how much of an improvement we've gotten.

Ahem. Spoilers!

I feel like everyone got a chance to shine in this half of the season. Between last season and this one I FINALLY started caring about Kai again (I love him....he just hasn't been given much to do in ages). His and Wyldfyre's dynamic is adorable and wonderful and I need him to get out of the Netherworld AS SOON AS POSSIBLE (but not before he and Bonzle become besties).

Favorite parts of the season rapid-fire:

-ZANE CALLING COLE ADORABLE AND COLE SAYING HE'S ALWAYS ADORABLE HECK YEAH COLE YOU ARE🥰🥰🥰(he's been my number one for years)

-speaking of Cole! He and Geo are as close to canon as we're probably getting and while I am a lavashipper at heart, those two are so cute.

-Lloyd facing the consequences of his actions! (And there BEING consequences) and straight up saying that he has panic attacks because of his visions. I am such a sucker for Lloyd Angst and this season was full of it.

-NYA my girlfriend my fiancée my wife WOMAN THAT YOU ARE helping Kai achieve Rising Dragon and helping Lloyd with his vision trauma. Ninjago give her even more to do in Part 2 I'm not asking.

-Jay was there for 30 seconds and they missed him again!!!! I hope he gets a bigger role in Part 2. I really liked the crumbs they dropped though...he knows he doesn't belong where he is, he knows he has powers, he is scared to let anyone know.....excellent I just need MORE.

-I am So Worried about Arin but in a good way. Obviously in Part 2 he will find out about Sora using her powers to fake his object Spinjitzu and that will cause a rift in their friendship AND feed into his feelings of inadequacy AND I LOVE IT you can't have a Ninjago character without heaping piles of trauma and angst being piled onto them by the writers

-every time Kai acted like a dad is perfect. Every single time. I'm pretty sure he's like 30 now and it's about time he got a new kid to mentor (Lloyd's all grown up😭)

-Why is Cinder kinda fine??? I was not prepared for his English voice actor😭😭😭😭

-Cinder and Jordana's rivalry was hilarious and petty 10/10 no notes

I PROBABLY HAVE MORE THOUGHTS BUT IM BARELY COHERENT RN!!!!!!!!!

[ghost-kun0]

CURRENT AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS EPISODE RANKING

(this is my personal opinion, don't fight me)

#5 - Candy Carrier Chaos

so sorry to all gumigoo fans, i just didn't really care for him. i found a lot of the jokes funny, but the adventure for the episode was just kinda boring, nothing really stood out to me. while the under the map part was interesting, i didn't care for gumigoo and we only had so little time to get attached. nothing super crazy lore wise happened either, it was just an okay episode.

#4 - Fast Food Masquerade

i am a gangle lover, she is my #3 and i am forever a marissa lenti stand. i do relate to gangle in a couple of different ways and it was really cool to get an episode on her, i just had some higher expectations that weren't met. some jokes were funny, didn't care for pomni and gumigoo stuff, wish we had more zooble screentime, and the adventure was still not super great. i did like pomni and gangle's interactions, especially how gangle quickly put her mask back on and didn't have a heart to heart with pomni. jax getting the extra training is 100% my favorite part of the episode.

#3 - Pilot

truly a classic. the mystery mixed with a fresh show mixed with confusion mixed with danger, it really shows what thr digital circus is gonna be about. the interactions with the characters is amazing, seeing kaufmo abstract on pomni's first day really showing the horror in the circus, and the mystery behind caine and his intentions. such a fun pilot to get introduced to the show. while i love it, the top 2 definitly take the cake with their expansion on the plot.

#2 - The Mystery of Mildenhall Manor

kinger is my second favorite character so it's fitting that his episode is my #2. while the episode has some silly moments and joke, the scene with pomni and kinger in hell reallt takes the cake. we get such short scene with the two of them, but it really dives deep into kinger and why he acts the way that he does. his advice to pomni also really helps her appreciate ragatha's kindness, even though it's not certain to be fake or not.

#1 - Untitled

this is the best episode by far. the expansion on each of the characters and their dynamics (especially with ragatha and jax), the beautiful animation, and honestly the best jokes out of all the episodes. this is truly a perfect episode to really take in the group at the circus before shit is gonna hit the fan next episode. all the segments were great, the star gazing and bar are my faves, and the look into jax really shined this episode. it gave up so many hints and questions yet refuses to answer them just yet, like caine being able to turn jax vegan, why jax got so worked up over the maid outfit, and the unknown guy watching the group at the end. while i don't love ragatha, i see myself in quite a few parts of her, and the end with everyone leaving her really hit close to home. i can't wait to see what goose and glitch get up to with the rest of the series!

[diazheartsbuckley]

Hi Maya! 🥰

It's so tough to choose!! How about...

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Happy writing!!

Hiya 💕💕

Find the snippets below the cut 😘

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“Buck, I am your best friend! And-and-and when I saw you hanging off that ladder, I thought you were gone forever. I felt…” Eddie exhales sharply, glancing down at his hands. “I counted every single second that your heart wasn’t beating. I-..” Eddie swallows dryly, feeling his heart pounding against his ribs. “And I knew that I had to tell you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you died and I didn’t tell you how I feel. You’ve had so many close calls, Buck. We have had so many close calls and you can-… you can use this information however you want but now you know. Now it’s out there and I can’t take it back, so if you don’t feel the same, just tell me now, so I can move on and we can stay friends” Buck takes a few moments to gather his thoughts because he knows exactly how he feels. But he isn’t sure that he’ll ever be enough for Eddie. And Eddie takes his hesitation as an answer. “Alright, good talk” Eddie mumbles and takes a few quick strides towards the door but not before Buck catches up with him, stepping him in front of him and putting his hands on his chest.

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“Isn’t it true that just a few days before this, you and your boyfriend, Doctor Buckley, witnessed an accident casued by the suspect?" The Internal Affairs agent questions. “I didn’t do anything wrong. I was doing my job, protecting an innocent civilian, a young girl” “The suspect’s daughter” “Yes” “Can you tell us more about the accident?” The agent continues to press Eddie and he exhales deeply, shaking his head a little. “It’s all in my report” Eddie says in between gritted teeth, feeling every muscle in his body tensing up. “Yes, but I’d like to hear it directly from you. Perhaps what happened that night clouded your judgment and caused you to act irrationally, officer. It’s pertinent to the case and the future of your career”

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This is his least favorite part about all of this. Having to hurt others in order to keep them in line. He knows that it needs to be done but that doesn’t mean that he cares for it. As the city lights pass him by, he exhales deeply and wishes that his life wasn’t like this, that he wasn’t some two-faced man who has to hide parts of himself. That he wasn’t the son of a cop killer. As his driver pulls up to what looks like an abandoned warehouse, bright spotlights are turned on and a man with a semi-automatic weapon weasels his way out of the shadows. Buck recognizes him, his unique tattoo, and his slightly impaired walk caused by a bullet years prior. “Tell Alonso that I’m here to speak to him. And that he needs to get his ass out here in a hurry” Buck says as he rolls the window down, not looking at the man for a single second longer than necessary. The man scurries back into the darkness and it doesn’t take more than a minute before he returns, another man right on his heels and Buck opens the door, allowing him to slide in.

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Christopher is holding onto his dad’s hand tightly up until they reach the entrance and then he starts to go off on his own within a distance that Eddie feels comfortable with. He and Buck are walking next to each other, shoulders bumping against one another with almost every single step they take and neither of them says anything until Buck breaks the silence. “You still aren’t sleeping, are you?” He asks carefully, eyes wandering to Eddie and then to Christopher who is having the time of his life. “I don’t want to talk about that right now, Buck. Please, not here” “Well, now is the perfect time because you can’t run away from my questions” Buck says and Eddie stops in his tracks for a moment before he starts walking again, his jaw lightly clenched. He puts his hands in his pockets, keeping his eyes locked on his son rather than at Buck.

Make me write part 1

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