#almost like a comet <333

[samanthamulder]

Ray Wise in Secrets From Another Place: Creating Twin Peaks

[aliorsboxostuff]

Hi! If your requests are open I have one! Just saw ATSV yesterday and its rotting my brain agsisghagdh anyways-

An M!Spider!Reader who is one of Miguel's trusted agents with a tendency to overwork himself to make sure that his teammates are kept safe and ignoring his own health in the process. This understandably makes Miguel very concerned but this man cannot healthily express this are you kidding? What I'm saying is classic troupe of patching you up while scolding you in Spanish and then maybe they kiss a little bit and well if you want to make it a little spicy I wont stop you >:]

Thank you very much! Genuinely makes my gay little heart happy when I see writers like you who exclusively write for gn/male readers, y'all are the backbone of the x reader community fr 💜

A/N: im so sorry this took so long this was months ago but a mf forgot and wow here i am yippee!!!! As usual, if yall find any spelling mistakes pls inform me as i’m always praciticing this damn 2nd language lmao. Lets see if my writing skills is still any good LOL enjoy!! <333

Careless 

Tags: Miguel O’hara xM!Reader, Spidey!Reader, Lyla, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Spider Society, No Smut, Kissing , Fluff, Reader is another spiderman, Soft!Miguel, slight OOC, patching up, healing fic, non-graphic description of wounds, mentions of blood and cuts 

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

Ever since the new guy joined the team, he quickly rose in the ranks and became Miguel’s right-hand man. He’d usually go on patrol, jumping from one universe to another with the man as they capture and contain anomalies like the bugs they are. Miguel puts his trust in him, well, as much trust as a man like Miguel can put in someone. But despite the short time the newbie has been in the Spider society, he has managed to capture Miguel and most of the Spider people's hearts so easily. 

He’s a comet that passes by the compound. Each time he returned from a mission, the spiders would gather around him, congratulating him on another successful mission and inviting him to drink or eat together.  A aswarm would always gather around the portal they knew he would come out from and each time, without fail, he would emerge to cheers and smiles. It wasn't like everyone else wasn't doing a good job, they were all doing what they were supposed to, but somehow the newbie was liked all around, solidifying Miguel’s slowly growing infatuation with him. 

But despite the trust and praises he gets, a spidey doesn't come home unscathed, not every time. Sometimes he’d come back from one of his solo missions with a broken rib or two, bruises in more places than necessary, a torn muscle here a twisted ankle there. He’d limp his way into the infirmary, an army of other spideys following him in worry yet he’d dismiss them easily with a simple wave and a; “It’s nothing guys, I’ll be fine,”

Miguel hates it.

Whenever the man goes on missions with the leader of the society, without fail, he will come home with nothing more than one or two bruises that would heal in a couple of hours if not minutes. Miguel would roll his shoulders back and the man would simply shake his head furiously like a dog before prancing to greet his waves of fans. Miguel didn't need to pay attention to him unless they were doing teamwork. He would run around by himself, track down the anomaly with him, and they would contain it easily and transfer it back just as easily. 

He might not look like it, but when Miguel brings a teammate with him on duo missions, he’s expected to cover their back and vice versa. Miguel will break any skull that dares to hurt his team and he hopes for the same response from his teammate. The newbie never disappoints. 

Miguel would find himself enraged, almost cornered by an anomaly, and there come’s Prince Charming with a devastating kick towards the anomaly’s side which sends it hurling into another building. Miguel appreciates their duo missions, the main reason he puts himself with the newbie. 

Not to mention, he makes a great team leader too. He’s carried out several missions with the younger ones, mainly Miles and Gwen, and despite it all, they always return successfully and with a snack in hand. When he goes on missions with Hobie, they’d somehow come back with a new intricate playlist created and when he goes on missions with Pavitr, they’d come back with pockets full of trinkets ready to give them to the other youngins. All in all, a solid team leader.

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

—

You were on a mission with Miles. One of your duo missions with the boy, rare considering Gwen usually tags along. But today she’s got a mission with Pavitr and Peni, which leaves you and Miles for some quality Dude Time. 

It was a sunny day in the universe Miles and you dropped in. As the two of you swing from building to building, talking about Miles’ thing with Gwen and laughing at how embarrassed he gets, continuing the topic to buying a new Lego set for Pavitr and Hobie as the two of you swung past a Lego shop, when suddenly the anomaly reveals itself.

Another variant of Doc Oct holding themselves up with their extended metal arms. You can handle a Doc Oct alone, and with Miles helping you, the mission was expected to be so easy you were already thinking about what to have for dinner. 

But things don't always go according to plan, does it?

It strikes 8 pm when Miguel gets a notif from Lyla that an arriving portal was opened into the containment site of the compound. The man clicks his tongue, dropping from his platform before making his way to the site. Every step he takes he leaves his foul mood like a repellent, making the other spidey avoid him, cutting the middle path of the other spideys like a blade. His scowl is not helping his case either way.

The last portal should've been at 6 pm.

The door slides open, and a slight hiss rings out into the room. Inside the evenly lit expanse of the room, he easily spots yours and Mile’s spider suits in between all the other anomaly's dingy outfits. Miguel takes a breath before he stalks towards the two men, their backs to him.

“Ugh, my rib is killing me,” You groan, pressing in the code to store the anomaly in its cell.

“You're telling me, this bruise is going to be a pain in the butt to heal,” Miles sighed, holding his left arm. “But if it weren't for you, man, I’d be dead meat,” 

“Oh come on Miles, none of us knew the guy would send a gas truck our way,” You scoff. The terminal beeps and the thrashing anomaly is contained. 

“The fact that it burned on its way towards us was also something we didn't expect.” Miles laughs at what you said as you find yourself cringing. You knew there were going to be burn marks on your leg.

“No, but seriously, thanks for covering me back there, I thought we’d-”

“You thought you’d what?” 

Miles practically jumps into your arms as the both of you screams. You shut your eyes and it seems like Mile’s did the same before a stern cough makes you peek through your eyelids. There, in front of you, stands a solid wall of muscle and anger. Miguel has his arms crossed, eyes so sharp it could cut a mountain in half. The slight scowl on his lips would be cute if it weren't for the pure bloodlust as he gazes down into you, making you gulp.

“Heeeeeey Miguel,” Your pathetic excuse of a smile was met with nothing but him deepening his frown. Okay alright yup.

Miles awkwardly scuffles down your arms. He coughs into his fist, pulling at the edge of his suit. “Hi there haha…”

Miguel stares. “The last arrival portal should've been at six.”

Not a sound from you or Miles. Miguel holds back a growl. 

“You two are late.”

“Right, ‘m sorry Miguel, I promise this would be the last time, it was just that- See me and Miles here; we didn't realize that this Doc Oct was gonna be slightly more insane than the others-” You ramble, Miles quickly nodding along. 

“And haha, well, one truck lead to another and next thing ya’ now, bam! We got uh… hurt,” A nervous chuckle left your lips. Miguel replies nothing.

“B-but! I covered Miles from the fire! So he only got a couple of bruises, I promise the kid is fine and it wasn't his fault either so let’s just-”

“Enough.” He barks. You practically clamped your mouth shut. 

The doors hisses open again and Gwen comes running in, worry on her face. She sighs in relief as he spots Miles hiding beside you. “Miles! Thank goodness you’re okay!” 

Miguel turns as she runs and wraps her arms around the boy. “You came back so late!”

“I’m sorry Gwen, things got a bit out of control,” Miles pats the girl back reassuringly. “I just got a bit beaten up, nothing I can't handle,” 

Gwen pulls back and grabs the boy's face before turning it left and right and up and down, her eyes scanning like a hawk. She deems it enough as she stops, hands firmly holding Miles’ arms. “You always say that,” She sighs. 

You can't help the small relieved smile on your lips as you watch the two teens catch up with each other before Miguel makes a gesture with his hand.

“Gwen, go take Morales into the infirmary.” He says as he nods to Lyla that popped up on his brace. “And make sure he doesn't get out of bed for the next two days.”

“What?! But it’s barely a scratch-” 

“Now, Morales.” The man stares them down until eventually, Miles relents with a sigh and lets the girl usher him into the Infirmary's direction, the two of them shuffling next to each other, Gwen's arm around Miles. 

You hear something along the lines of ‘detention’ from Gwen as she laughs before the door slides close, leaving you with an enraged lion in its territory. You gulp as Miguel fixes his red eyes on you.

“You. Come with me.” 

And that's how you find yourself walking down the halls of the many living quarters of the compound. You followed silently behind Miguel’s broad shoulders, in any other day you would find it hard to resist not ogling those massive arms, but tonight Miguel was practically a walking beacon of rage. The smallest misstep would make him burst and thats the last thing you want to happen. 

“Miguel, I'm sorry, okay?” You try, catching up to walk beside him. “I promise this will be the last time I’ll come back from a mission late, plus, I won't bring anyone else with me too if I ever do it again. I swear this won't hap-”

His sudden halt catches you off guard and you bump against him. You scratch the bridge of your nose with a slight frown from the impact. The dimly lit hallway made it a slight challenge to read the nameplate but you managed to make out ‘O’Hara’ and with that, your stomach drops.

“Um… Miguel, this isn't my room…” 

The door opens. The room is pitch black. 

Miguel makes his way inside. His red eye glows before he commands; “Sit.” 

Fear brought you to sit on his bed, not a crease in sight which only struck your fear deeper into you. You could hear your heartbeat, terrified for what's to come. The worst thing Miguel could do would probably chew you out in the comfort of his room, away from any possible witnesses, and then maybe take you out of commission for a while as your punishment. 

You gulp as the man sets something beside you. It was a box, hard to make out what it was but it seemed heavy. Miguel clawed and the large hand extends towards you and you screw your eyes shut, hell did you pray to any god that was willing to listen to you so please please please-

“Bring your face closer.” 

Huh?

Cautiously, you open your eyes to Miguel’s face inches away from you, a warm light bathes over his features, making the lines of worry and fear evident. “Let me see your wounds.” 

You blink, once, twice, owlishly, making the man before you sigh and cup your jaw softly. He turns your face to inspect it before he brings his other hand which wipes your fringe away from covering any other possible wounds. 

He hums. “Looks like just scratches.” 

The mystery box turns out to be a first aid kit. Miguel flicks it open and rummages around in it before he pulls a couple of bottles and bandages out. 

“Take off your suit top, we need to treat that burn before it gets worse.” He demands. You cough before awkwardly peeling off what's left of your suit before dropping it on the carpeted floor. You need to get that repaired.

You couldn't bear to meet Miguel's eyes. Not when he’s kneeled in front of you, his usually intimidating body looking small as he’s hunched over. He looks tired, his frown is a mixture of worry and annoyance, but there is something beneath it. Something you don't dare to think about but you know. You always knew. From the first day, you finally managed to see that crack in Miguel’s hardened exterior, you’ve been scared to make another move toward him. Behind this wall of a man, is a heart guarded with spikes and what he has in his eyes right now as he’s wrapping a cooling pad around your arm is something that petrifies you. 

“Next time you’ll be doing missions with me and me only. I won't be assigning you to any other spiders until you learn to take care of yourself,” He huffs, unveiling another roll of bandages.  He pulls at your shoulder which makes you turn slightly. 

"Fucking hell, ¿cómo puedes ser tan descuidado? You run around saving everyone else but who’s going to save you, huh?" He huffs, wrapping the last of the bandage slightly too tight which makes you wince. He notices but does nothing. 

Once again, he holds your chin between his fingers as your gazes suddenly meet. Miguel growls with how you won't meet his eyes, firmly pointed anywhere but into Miguel’s red eyes. He sighs before letting you go as he takes out some ointments. He puts the substance on your cheek and under your slowly blackening eye, then down your jaw where you know a pretty bad bruise taints your skin. You feel his movement slow before his hand rests on your nape, sending jolts of warmth through your body.

“Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate." His voice devastatingly soft. 

Confusion and a steady wave of feelings start at the bottom of your heart, which only worsens as you finally find the courage to look at Miguel. To your surprise, his eyes are wider than usual, pools of crimson oozing with care as he scans your features. His thumb rubs at the base of your skull. “I can't lose my right-hand man.” 

He sighs. “Please, necesito que estés seguro por mí,"

You inhale sharply. Without realizing it, he's practically inches away from you. Your heart races, beats out of your control when Miguel rubs your nape again. 

“Miguel…?” 

A beat passes. Silence. 

Before Miguel growls roughly and promptly stands, taking the med kit with him. He makes his way to what you assume was his wardrobe. Panic rises beside you, making you wave around your hands. “I- Um- Miguel please I didn't mean to- Oof!”

Something was thrown at you. Something soft and large and is this hit shirt and… boxers?! 

“Change your clothes. You can't sleep in those.” Miguel points out, his scowl now a pout on his lips. 

“But-”

“I'm not saying this twice.” He growls before he slides into the bathroom and leaves you in his bedroom along with the pile of his clothes in your arms. 

You slowly look down at what you're holding. Carefully, you slide off what's left of your suit and drop them in a discarded pile before pulling on Miguel's clothes. To no one's surprise, you're practically drowning in the shirt. His boxers barrel fits you and the first goes over your tighs easily. You feel smaller even for your height and stature, but it feels… safe. 

The door of the bathroom slides open to reveal Miguel standing with slightly damp hair as he's drying it off with a towel and in nothing but gray sweats. Something grows within you and it’s definitely something else besides your heart. 

“Ah, you're done,” He glances toward you before setting the towel down neatly. He saunters to the side of his large bed, pulling the covers off before sliding in. An arm keeps the cover slightly open, before he raises an obvious brow.

“Get in here and sleep,” He huffs. 

You jump and quickly slide beside Miguel, careful to keep an inch of a distance. But that was deemed unsuccessful when the man beside you pulled you to his side, and his arm wrapped protectively around your middle which made you drape your hand over his chest. Before you can squirm, he locks his chin over your head with a content sigh. 

Shit, he really is a giant lion. You sigh. 

“Sleep. You need your rest to heal.” Miguel’s voice purrs through you while you're practically glued to his side. You chuckle slightly before pressing a peck just below his jaw.

“You sleep too.” You smile. “Good night Miguel.” 

You hear Miguel hum before he presses his lips to your crown. “Good night.” 

Translations:

how can you be so careless? = cómo puedes ser tan descuidado

Take care, huh? Take care of yourself. = Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate.

I need you to be safe for me, = necesito que estés seguro por mí,

Reblogs are appreciated <3

[marinareads25]

EVAJACKS PLAYLIST STARTER PACK

Absolutely nobody asked me for this, but here are some of the songs I consider Evajacks anthems. I tried to include songs I have not seen associated to them but then again my music taste is literally just one direction, 5SOS and taylor swift LMAOOO. I’m just basic like that🤪. (not including The Archer bc I think it’s universal knowledge that is Evajacks theme song). Also PLEASE comment songs to add to my Evajacks playlist <333

Only the Brave - Louis Tomlinson

“I’ve been close enough to touch, but I never care for love”

Do I even need to explain? Like this song is literally about love being only for those who are brave enough to be vulnerable. It’s a recognition that love is complicated and hard and is often filled with goodbyes and it hurts. And I feel like that really captures Jacks’ inner conflict with his feelings towards Evangeline. Is he brave enough to embrace his love for her and go against everything he’s convinced himself he wants more than anything?

Moving on…🤪

Angels Like You - Miley Cyrus

“I know that you’re wrong for me, gonna wish we never met on the day I leave, I brought you down to your knees, cause they say that misery loves company. It’s not your fault I ruin everything and it’s not your fault I can’t be what you need. Baby, angels like you can’t fly down here with me.”

Not explaining this bc it physically hurts to even think about it. Sorry.

Halley’s Comet - Billie Eillish

“I’ve been loved before, but right now in this moment, I feel more and more like I was made for you.”

Awwwww such cute lil silly romantic song. This is literally Evangeline, bc there is an undeniable difference about the love she experiences with Jacks than the one she does with Luc.

Invisible String - Taylor Swift

“And isn’t it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me?”

COME ONNN?!? Like this is LITERALLY EVAJACKS in every way possible. He is the archer and she is a fox!!!! Like their paths were MEANT TO CROSS.

Lover of Mine - 5 Seconds of Summer

“I’ll never give you away, cause, I’ve already made that mistake... when I take a look at my life and all of my crimes, you’re the only thing that I think I got right.”

Basically this is Jacks realizing that he is DONE with pushing Evangeline away, and finally realizing she is a blessing in his life. That despite all the shit he’s done, he is still worthy of her love, and that all of his complicated past and fuck-ups led to her. And Evangeline is something he could NEVER regret, bc he loves her. Awwwww.

Once in a lifetime - One Direction

“When I close my eyes, all the stars align, and you are by my side, you are by my side… Once in a lifetime, you were mine.”

This is basically about both of them wishing that they could be with each other in this lifetime. Them desperately wishing that they could love each other in this dimension/universe. And kind of looking back at the scenes in the Hollow, and realizing that even thought everything is stacked against them, ONCE and for a few seconds, they belonged to each other. If you listen closely, you can hear me screaming.

Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

“And I’ve been feeling everything. From hate to love, from love to lust, from lust to truth, I guess that’s how I know you.”

I feel like this perfectly captures all the FEELS that both Jacks and Evangeline are experiencing. It refers to the rollercoaster of emotions that they’ve been through. Going from enemies, to reluctant partners, to almost lovers. Experiencing betrayal but also longing. And most importantly, realizing that all of that was part of the process of getting to know each other and falling in love.

Ghost of you - 5 Seconds of Summer

“So I drown it out, like I always do. Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you. And I chase it down, with a shot of truth. That my feet don’t dance, like they did with you”

OKOK LISTEN, this is what I feel would be playing when Jacks goes into the shadows of Evangeline’s room. Like him realizing that she is not in his life anymore, she doesn’t remember him. But her ghost is still always with him and he sees her everywhere. And then he realizes that having her in his life was a source of light and happiness and love.

Heart like yours - Wiliammete Stone

“How could a heart like yours, ever love a heart like mine? How could I live before? How could I have been so blind?”

This is literally JACKS and his conflict of trying to process how Evangeline feels about him. He doesn’t understand how could a person like Evangeline ever love someone like him. (Specifically, since we’ve established he feels unworthy and incapable of love).

THE END

Here’s a lil waffle 🧇. COMMENT SONGS PLS.

[iamthecomet]

hey comet i hope you’re doing okay!! here with rain head cannons lol, sorta inspired by the swiss one anon sent

i believe rain loves the nightmare before christmas.

he loves how hauntingly beautiful the style, character design, and really just everything about it is. he doesn’t get into as swiss does with frozen, but when it’s on he can hardly look away. he feels almost sucked into the film, sucked into the universe of the dead, no matter where he is. put that shit on while it’s cold out (preferably raining, lol, or snowing) under some fluffy blankets in a warm bed with a ghoul or two and he’s GONE. not asleep just unreachable for the next hour and like twenty minutes.

he especially loves the scene with jack and sally when they’re on that curled mountain thing (i haven’t watched it in a while, sorry, i hope you know which i mean). i also believe he listens to the soundtrack a lot.

anyways, i’m gonna rewatch that tonight. i hope this helps distract you.

<333

AHHHH Thank you for the distraction. This morning has been rough. I'm happy this was waiting here for me ❤️

Rain is definitely the nightmare before Christmas girlie. He really does have the vibe.

He knows every word of dialogue and every lyric. If he's really sucked in you can catch him mouthing along to the whole movie. He definitely sings the songs quietly as he watches. It is required watching every Halloween, and Christmas.

And if Rain is having a bad/rough/off day the others will bundle him up with some hot tea and those "weird" seaweed snacks he likes and put it on for him. He always feels better at the end.

I hope you enjoyed your rewatch of it. It's one of my comfort movies.

[euphorial-docx]

my year in fic!

thank you to the lovely @anouri again. love these little tag games <333

for this, you just post the fic and one line from it. my lines will probably be on the longer end, because i am an oversharer :)

january

fade into you (rip </3)

The Black household has always been a smoking household. The smell of nicotine always lingered enough to notice, but not enough to scrunch your nose at. Cousins, uncles, aunts, grandparents, and even his brother would light up a cigarette wherever they pleased. Inside, outside, while at the dinner table, or when nobody was watching. Regulus is always alone when he does it. Some part of him wants to keep it a secret, wants to pretend that he isn’t like everyone else in his family. Pretend that he’s better, even if he is exactly the same behind closed doors. Regulus wants to have one small victory, and he certainly doesn’t care that it’s a lie.

march

ogni parte è viva (every part is alive)

Regulus closes his eyes and he feels the warmth of fire on his skin, and though the winter is real and biting, he’s still just laying in the grass by the riverbank. James is at his side in the heart of summer. It never stopped beating.

When he closes his eyes, every part is alive.

july

nocturne

The comet was perfect. It started yellow and faded into a cool blue, streaking the sky in its bright gradient. It was moving slowly, but still it moved. Regulus found comfort in its slowness. Found consolation.

Reflecting in his eyes was his comet, and he had never been happier to be alive to see it.

august

la minima parte di te (the least part of you)

Sometimes when Regulus looked at his reflection for too long, something shifted inside and around him. It was a kind of narrowing, and his thoughts would separate from his brain, and he’d look at his reflection and tell the person staring back at him I’m not you. This isn’t right. I shouldn’t be you.

september

blood and water

“You mumble in your sleep.”

James turns his head to face Regulus, and all he gets is his side profile, but he’s okay with that. His eyes trail over his brows, down the curves and bumps of his nose, to the scar across his neck. He takes in as much as he can in this moonlight.

Regulus lets out a breath that almost sounds like a laugh. “I hate bad dreams,” he says with a slight shake of his head.

december

all over everywhere

He didn’t regret it, saying what he said, at the time. Regulus regrets it now, but sometimes he thinks about it. About all the things he said. If he thought it, if he felt it, if he said it, does that mean some part of him meant it? He likes to think he never did, but he doesn’t know that. He’ll never know that.

tags: anyone that wants to do it! this is a fun one, so i want anyone to be able to do this if they see this <3

[scarameows-world]

omg yes we are literally made for each other~

also that summary, i am and forever will be loyal to my men but ayato x fake dating??? sign me the fuck up😩

i was about to reveal my identity through here by telling you to look through my acc for recommendations but oh lord that would’ve been bad… i’ll have a look for u hehe

plus saw ur post abt wanting me in ur notifs, sorry my love but i have been a busy reindeer fr</333 but trust me i will be all up in your face soon..

love, comet 😘

FR!!! He's so sassy and hsjsvsjsvsj I think you'll like it a lot because it has plenty of sadness and fluff!

Pfff there's no way you almost revealed yourself! It's only the second day of December 🤣 can't wait for the recommendations!

I can't wait for you to be not as busy! When I say it was you, it turned my bad day into a good day!  (●♡∀♡) 

[corrupt-fvcker]

Do you have any HCs or blurby type things for Paz giving a very stressed and exhausted reader a much needed massage? I feel like he probably has a good understanding of the muscles in the body and isn’t afraid to put a little extra pressure into it.

Slow Hands

Slow Hands ( Paz Vizsla x AFAB!Reader )

Warnings: SFW (suggestive themes), fluff, paz being a good boy, language, AFAB!reader

Word Count: 1.0K

Author’s Note: i’d pay a million credits for this blue hunk to crack my back. HCs about Paz massaging the reader!! also thank you for your patience, anon <333

He’s uncharacteristically sweet when he offers. Not that Paz is inconsiderate by nature, but you hadn’t expected the brooding Mandalorian to offer you a massage.

You suspected he felt a little guilty, or at least responsible for your discomfort, at the very least.

He had kicked your ass during training. Like, totally fucking knocked you hard onto the mat. You could’ve sworn you saw stars in your eyes as your skull collided with the mat with a firm thump! and you could already feel your muscles straining to help you struggle to your feet.

Paz was almost surprised when you didn’t show up to training the next morning. Sure enough, he found you still in your bed, groaning in pain when you had to use your strength to sit up.

Initially, you refused his offer. Pressing your lips into a polite smile and insisting that you’re fine. Sore? Yes. But definitely didn’t need him to give you a massage.

But Paz is nothing but stubborn, and he cuts off your poorly composed excuse by pressing his strong hands to the meat of your shoulders and squeezing.

The whimper that escapes your lips is fucking mortifying.

But holy fuck are his hands so goddamn strong and skilled. You don’t try to shake him off and you certainly don’t try to talk him out of it again. Because right now you’re convinced that you’ve died and gone straight to heaven.

He doesn’t shy away from applying pressure, using his strength to work your muscles with firm ministrations. His touch never hurts or causes you additional discomfort, he never presses a spot that causes you to yelp in surprise pain or squirm from the ache.

You’re not sure, but you’ve convinced yourself that this was the moment you fell in love with Paz. Because there’s just something so soft about him despite being so strong, and he’s just so attentive and nurturing.

Luckily for you, the Mandalorian feels the same towards you. Which means you grow even more familiar with Paz’s hands as time goes on.

Massages after your relationship is established, usually end on a steamier note.

And I’m not saying that Paz won’t massage your legs and shoulders until your muscles are relaxed, and then do nothing more than press a kiss to your temple.

But I’m also not saying that Paz’s touches with sometimes wander astray from your sore muscles to much more tempting parts of your body…

To avoid dancing around the subject: Paz will usually end up “massaging” your ass or tits if you aren’t careful.

His excuse? You make a lot of pretty noises when he’s got his hands on you. Which… fair enough.

But he’s intentions are nothing but sweet. Sometimes you don’t even have to ask, he can just see the way your body is carrying stress and puts himself to work.

“I’ll do anything for you, cyar’ika.”

“Let me help you feel better, sweetheart.”

“Does that feel good, baby?”

Now, Paz won’t ask unless his muscles are really bothering him. But he will absolutely melt if you take the time to return the favor and give him a little massage.

The noises he makes? You understand why he gets so cheeky when he’s touching you.

thanks for reading! reblog to help support my content <3

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[undiscoveredstory]

AHHH!! You saw hamilton again!! And wen to the store!! Yay!!!!! I almost didn't stop in the store when I went to see great comet, despite the imperial theater being really close because I was afraid of being late but then my mom was just like "Alexis I know how much you love this you are going that store right now" so I mean bless my mom for that -A. LaM

OMG BLESS YOUR MOM!!!!!! That store was heaven omg I was so excited to be in there!!! Also I’m so jealous you saw the great comet omgomgomg I bet it was amazing!!! I wish it’d stayed open longer aaahhh

(it’s good to hear from you, kiddo!!

[dammitimagines]

Healing Echoes

Bones x Reader Intro: The reader has been dating McCoy for a while now, but both are always busy with their work. After months without spending much time together the reader gets some tickets to a healing place and asks Bones to go with her on his day off. Words: 2054 Lyrics:333 Warnings: drinking Writer’s notes: English is not my main language, but i wanted to share my thoughts with you anyway. Wrote it after hearing Cleb Hyles cover of "Steven Universe - Like a Comet" [X] When the lyrics say “Still this is the final frontier Everything is so clear To my destiny I steer” Couldn’t help myself to thinking about some Bones romance And Caleb’s voice is freaking amazing and cute =) Hope you enjoy it! ***** Have been a couple of years since you’ve started dating the CMO Leonard Mccoy. Back then, when you accepted dating him, you knew he was going to be busy most of time on the medbay and that there would be days you wouldn't be able to speak to each other. But those little things didn’t bother you, the few moments you could have together were worth it.

This time you were also stuck on the engineering deck for two weeks adjusting the new pieces of upgrades you and Scotty got for the engine modulator. The enterprise wasn’t going anywhere until you fixed the engine, and Scotty needed you focused on the job. He knew your mind was elsewhere and it was asking for a time to rest. Scotty, as your supervisor, ordered you to take the weekend off, and gave you two ticket to go to a karaoke bar offshore to ease our mind.

“Com’on, lassie. They say that this bar got healing properties, and not only from the alcohol, I assure you that! Oh, and you should call the doctor to go with you, lass. They say it’s a very romantic place ”

“I‘ll give it a try, Scotty. Thank you.” You get back to you quarters only to find Leonard sleeping on your bed with his stomach down, flattened face on your pillow. You try not to laugh even when he’s too cute sleeping. You go to your bathroom to change into your sleeping clothes. Getting back to the bed you hear his drowsy voice calling for you, he keeps still at the same position being too tired even to open his eyes. “I’m here, Lee. Go back to sleep”

He rolls to the side, stretching his arms trying to reach you “C'mere, darlin’...” he asks with a soft lazy southern voice. You lay beside him kissing his lips softly “Go back to sleep, love” you whisper to him. “I missed you.” he embraces you, rubbing his face on your neck, with a pleased smile as he could smell you sweet perfume again. You caress his face, trying to make him go back to sleep. But he insist to stay awake to be with you, asking “What’s your plans for tomorrow, sweetheart?”

“Well, Scotty gave me the weekend off.”

“Good.” He closes his eyes again, his hand reaches yours, covering your fingers with his. There’s silence on the room for a while. Then you whisper “If you’re free tomorrow, Scotty gave me some tickets to a karaoke bar, wanna come with me?” still silence. You ask him again to check if he’s still awake. “Yeah, i need a break” he answers and hugs you tighter. Few seconds later you can hear a soft snore coming from him. Not so long after, you also get to sleep, his warm embrace is like sleeping pills to you and you really needed to get some rest.  On the next day he wakes up first, prepares your breakfast and stay with you on the bed until you wake up. “Mornin’, Y/N!” he kisses you on the lips. “Hey…” you scratch your eyes with the back of your hand, taking a few seconds to sit on the bed. “Aren’t you going to work today?” you ask, yawning. “Nah, I gave myself a couple of days off. Couldn’t get a night of sleep since that damn fungal infection spread on the botanical lab! So, what are your plans for the weekend?” he seems really energetic after a long night of sleep.

“After lunch we're going to that karaoke bar Scotty told me” you tell him like he was supposed to know already.

“Karaoke?” he lift his eyebrow, his voice seems frustrated

“Yes, you said you’d come.”

“When did I ever say that?”

“Yesterday! At night, on this very bed” now you seem frustrated

“Oh, c’mon, darlin’. I was as sleepy as a zombie last night, I wasn’t even thinking of what I said”

“But I told Scotty I’d go, I can’t just refuse this. It would be like throwing a gift on the trash”

“If you don’t wanna throw it, i can do it for you.” he teases you, but he really was up doing it.

“Lee...” your voice was serious, almost threatening

“Sweetheart, you know I’m not good at those stuff“

“No, I don’t. Never saw you singing before! And anyway, I’ll be the only one there. You don’t need to be scared! Please, Lee. If you come I’ll do anything you ask” you know how to do those puppy eyes, begging him.

“Anything?” his eyebrow raise with interest.

“Yes! Promise!” you make a sign with your fingers swearing to it, giving him a teasing grin ~ Getting near the bar, you spot Chekov with a date on the line to enter. “Oh, Y/N, Dr. McCoy! Good to see you here!” he waves from far. Bones whisper on you ear “Great, even the rookie is here to watch my shameful misery”. You pinch the back of his arm and give him the look. You go meet Pavel and after he introduces you to the alien girl he’s with, he tells you everything about the bar and about the owners’ specie “You see, they are basically humanoid-slugs that echo beautiful tunes from their antennas to communicate, and they believe that singing is a way to relieve from dark and negative energy. They use singing as healing waves even to cure from illness and injuries.” Leonard seems to be interested in something for once “As medical treatment this should be interesting” He adds.

When you enter the bar you are astonished by its beauty. It looks like a sanctuary, full of well detailed antique statues and beautiful ornaments. An attendant comes to you, asking you to follow her, you can hear her voice echoing inside your heads, and it’s like a soft melody. She takes you to a room and explains how the equipment works, there’s also a food synthesizer inside room, so you could ask anything you wanted.  

Surprisingly, you see Chekov on the room next to yours and the, he waves at you so you could see him. Bone changes into his grumpy mood immediately. “Watch it, Lee. You might be all drained by the magic echoes being this negative” you tease him. He takes a deep breath trying to calm down “I might need that drink earlier today. Why don’t you start the singing thing? So we can see how it works” he goes directly to the food synthesizer and asks for his bourbon. “Ok, let’s start with an easy one” You grab the microphone and type the song you want to try. It’s a soft melody. You close your eyes focusing on the intro, feeling the sweet melody through your ears. Leonard sits on the couch, with his glass of bourbon on his hands. He takes the glass to his mouth almost at the same time you begin to sing. The time your voice hits him he keeps still, glass on his mouth, he even forgets to drink and not even notice that he spills some of the bourbon on his own shirt. [X] - Love Like You If I could begin to be Half of what you think of me I could do about anything I could even learn how to love When I see the way you act Wondering when I'm coming back I could do about anything I could even learn how to love Like you I always thought I might be bad Now I’m sure that its true ‘cause I think you’re so good And I’m nothing like you Look at you go I just adore you I wish that I knew What makes you think I'm so special If I could begin to do Something that does right by you I would do about anything I would even learn how to love When I see the way you look Shaken by how long it took I could do about anything I could even learn how to love like you Love me like you As soon as you finish the song, you feel relieved for some reason, your back wasn’t hurting anymore for being those past weeks working on the ship’s engine. Your eyes reaches for Leonard, and he’s frozen with his glass on his mouth, he just notice the stupid pose after you look at him and giggle at the mess he had done on his shirt. You run to aid him, laughing “What happened, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know... I was stunned! Amazed by how the whole melody suited you.” his eyes meet yours, and you press your lips against his. He pulls you to sit on his lap. His arms warp around your waist. “And as a doctor, it’s my duty to ask: how’re you feelin’?” Your hands cups his face, bumping your nose on his, feeling his breath on your lips, you kiss him with a long slow kiss, feeling his soft lips on yours, reaching for his tongue. He gives in, kissing you passionately. Slowly the kisses turn into soft slow, your words passed between your lips in the middle of them “I've- never- been- better-” You take the glass of bourbon from his hand. “I guess it’s your turn now”. He puffs, still not liking the whole idea “Now that I was beginning to like the place”.

He goes to the panel, picks up the microphone. You sit on the couch drinking his glass of bourbon. “Oh, c'mon, darlin’... That’s really not fair!”  He protests with frustration on his eyes biting his lips. “You can ask another after this. Go on!” Leonard spots Pavel spying from the other room, nobody ever heard the CMO sing before, he was quite curios. “Good, I’ve even got a crowd now.” He check the list of songs, and there are lots of new pop hits he never heard of “Lee, stop complaining and choose the song already.” it comes to him an idea.

As soon as the song begins you recognized it immediately, is one of those classical rock songs from XXI century you loved to hear. He got you listening couple of times, he knew you loved that song, the lyrics weren’t hard either. [X] - Like a Comet Some say I have no direction That I'm a lightspeed distraction But that's a kneejerk reaction The first words seemed to be trapped on his throat. He was worried about Chekov on the other room and how everyone on the Enterprise would know about this next day. You wave at your boyfriend calling his attention to you, and move your finger on the direction of your own eyes signing him to keep his eyes on you, and only you. He takes a deep breath as his eyes reach yours. For that moment on he feels more relaxed, as there were only you on that whole place. Still this is the final frontier Everything is so clear To my destiny I steer This life in the stars is all I've ever known Stars and stardust and infinite space is my only home His voice was as gorgeous as his handsome face. A deep strong tone took place of those scared insecure words from the beginning. At the chorus he takes a chance to sing louder. You were melting with all that attention, his eyes on yours, singing your favorite song, and his gorgeous voice echoing on the room like he was sharing all his feelings for you. Your heart was flushed with emotions you had never felt before. Unfortunately, that moment didn’t last forever, the song ended, but your passion for that man in front of you only increased. But the moment that I hit the stage Thousands of voices are calling my name And I know in my heart It's been worth it all of the while And as my albums fly off of the shelves Handing out autographed pics of myself This life I've chose isn't easy It sure is one heck of a ride At the moment that I hit the stage I hear the universe calling my name And I know deep down in my heart I have nothing to fear And as the solar wind blows through my hair Knowing I have so much more left to share A wandering spirit who's tearing it's way Through the cold atmosphere I fly like a comet Soar like a comet Crash like a comet I'm just a comet

You’re staring at him with a big smile. He goes to you with a disappointed look “I know it was bad, don’t need to laugh at me-” he complains but you cut him off. “No, silly! I’m just in love with you!!” You grab him by his shirt, bringing his lips to yours. You both couldn’t explain but there was something more going on there, the kiss was intense, you felt a fire deep inside and a need to be with him. He tries to speak while you attack him with deep kisses “Can we- go home- now? You owe me something”  “Just one more! Please...” you beg

You choose a song to sing with him this time. He got to enjoy when you both were together doing this. That ‘last one’ actually turned into much more than ten or twenty until you notice the time, you were both sleepy. It was time to go. This was one of the most enjoyable nights you both had together on these past months. You both were laughing and enjoying each other company, as all the love you felt for the other has blossomed into something more.

Heading back to your quarters Leonard holds you on his arms “Y/N, remember when you said I could ask you ANYTHING?” You nod placing your arms over his shoulders. “Yes, anything”

“Marry me” his face was serious when those words came out of his mouth. He didn’t even hesitate while saying it. You took a minute to process what he had said, and began to laugh.

“It’s not a joke, darlin’” an one sided smile emerges on his face.

“Are you sure you’re going to waste your ‘anything’ on this?”

“Why…?” his voice was now trembling in fear of being rejected

“Of course I was going to say YES, silly!” you give him a long desirous kiss

“Good! So, do I get an ‘anything’ bonus for those last twenty songs you made me sing?” ***** Thank you for reading =)

[recite-upon-her-flesh]

So yep, here I am again in the mighty ASOIAF/GoT fandom, staining him with my insane ideas :'D Just a couple of quick clarifications and then I’ll leave you guys to a looong list of terms and facts about the 50s, just to make you understand my lil’ shitty fanfiction better :D The story takes place at the end of September, 1956: Arya is a 17 y.o. gal from Michigan (her birthday is in April), while Gendry is almost 20 and lives near New Orleans (my original head-canon is that King’s Landing is not located there, but whatever)... Oh, I haven’t decided where Oldtown is yet, so that’s that. Thanks to whoever’s gonna leave a comment, kudos or simply read: have a nice day! 💖💖💖

50s slang glossary + random 50s facts

that god-awful song that his mom loved so much...: Tonight You Belong To Me – Patience and Prudence

Rock Around The Clock – Bill Haley & His Comets

threads: clothes

set of wheels: car

bombshell: (from Wikipedia) “The term bombshell is a forerunner to the term "sex symbol" and originally used to describe popular female sex icons”

Chevrolet Bel Air: this car(Ned’s one is exactly of this color)

to cop a breeze: to leave

wet rag: someone who’s no fun

a Nat King Cole’s song...: most precisely, this one

he reminded her of Marlon Brando, with his disheveled hair, high cheekbones and the undershirt full of greasy stains...: here, in A Streetcar Named Desire (you don’t have to thank me)

Rocky Graziano: the protagonist of Somebody Up There Likes Me, played by Paul Newman

paper shaker: cheerleader, Pom-Pom girl

Cal Trask: the protagonist of East Of Eden, played by James Dean

letting Elvis sing about hound dogs from the top of his lungs...: this, obviously

shrimp: little thing

Love Me Tender: this

flick: movie

bread: money

Washingtons: dollars

Marx Brothers: legends, nothing else to add (GO WATCH THEIR MOVIES ASAP)

she admired Brando, Clift and all those newcomers that immersed themselves into the characters they played...: all young actors that during the 50s “popularized the Stanislavski system of acting, bringing realism to film acting” (from Wikipedia)

Bogie: my beloved Humphrey Bogart <333

circle skirts: typical 50s skirts that swing with movement (see here for pics and more details)

gringles: worries

apple butter: smooth talker, flatterer

The Adventures of Robin Hood: 1938 movie starring Errol Flynn and Olivia de Havilland

swashbuckler movies: “subgenre of the action film genre, often characterised by swordfighting and adventurous heroic characters” (from Wikipedia); basically, Douglas Fairbanks and Errol Flynn’s entire filmographies

The Mark of Zorro: 1940 movie starring Tyrone Power

cream: cream: originally, to dent a car. Later, to badly damage

“Boy, what a fruitcake you are!”: Arya is quoting Marlon Brando in On The Waterfront

Giant: 1956 movie starring Rock Hudson, Liz Taylor and James Dean (completed after the latter’s death)

screwball comedies: “a genre of comedy film that became popular during The Great Depression, originating in the early 1930s and thriving until the early 1940s” (from Wikipedia)

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” No, you could get alcohol poisoning." (NO PREF

she should know that he’s right, but in this moment - with the earth spinning like this - she’s not even sure she knows which way is up and which is down, let alone left and right. she’s been told that when some people reach a certain level of wasted, they almost can’t see straight. yulhee can’t see anything, but she can feel it happening, the way a numbness tickles her cheeks and the way she seems to be doing circles around the living room without even lifting a toe. it’s not often she drinks, and it’s not often she drinks this much, but she’s already hurled past the point of no return like a comet, the music in her head so loud she can’t even hear herself responding to the words she’s not even sure she’s heard but has somehow, undoubtedly, understood anyway.

“i’m not going to get alcohol poisoning…” she tells him, words slurring slightly. she’s got that giddy look on her face, the one that says she feels too good to want to stop anything from happening, no matter how good it might not be for her. at this point, she isn’t capable of making good decisions. she’s only capable of making commands. “that’s only if you drink waaay too much! and i’ve only…i’ve only drank a little bit, oppa. serve me some more! i’m not done having fun yet. i want more vodka!”