#hayes muses

[foreverrogers]

Okay because I'm feeling quite angsty, can you please write one for Peter accidentally triggering reader's anxiety/panic attack after he raises his voice in an argument or something? Like he doesn't know she grew up in an environment where screaming matches were a common occurrence in her household, so she gets triggered and he tries to maybe comfort her (getting her meds, helping her breathe, etc).

this is such a deliciously angsty idea, thank you sm for requesting!! this ask got swallowed in my drafts for like a month i am so sorry anon 😭

"That's not what I meant!"

Peter sounds angry. He looks angry, too, his face flooding with a subtle pink as he flushes with the emotion of it. He's rummaging around the room, upturning baskets of laundry and harshly rearranging bags and digging through the covers of the bed in search of his mask.

He hadn't even been yelling, far from the screaming that had coloured the long nights of your youth, bundled under the blankets and music blasted as high as your headphones would allow as you attempted to drown out whatever argument was unfolding in the other room.

It had been a long time now since things had been like that, a version of life before Peter had given you quiet sanctuary in his own. The gentleness you had found here was maybe why him raising his voice had made you go quiet across the room. Each sharp, rigid movement makes you flinch.

Peter's angry. And you had made him angry. After everything he's done for you, and you had said something stupid, something out of place, and you had made him angry. "Okay."

He doesn't seem to notice how small your voice is when you speak, or the fact that you've hunched your shoulders, quickly attempting to fold back into yourself, trying to take up as little space as possible, to stay out of his way like he clearly wanted you to.

You don't even really remember what you had been fighting about, because right now you're too busy trying to stop yourself from shaking, starts right in the centre of your chest and seeps through your bloodstream like a poison until your teeth are chattering and your fingers are trembling.

Your legs are carrying you to the bathroom before you have time to crumble in the middle of the bedroom. You choose flight, always, indubitably, every time.

The slam of the door behind him seems to snap Peter out of it, finally turning in search of you to find the room unnervingly empty, still, quiet, silence blooming through the buzzing energy of the argument before. He feels his chest get heavy, that deep sinking feeling that plants a hungry pit deep in his gut, makes his ears ring and his teeth clench. He had upset you. After all the peace and gentle love you had brought into his life, and he had been stupid enough to upset you.

"Y/n..."

You hear the jiggle of the handle first, the one you had been lucid enough to lock in your escape. You didn't need him seeing you like this, after all of that, hunched against the side of the tub with your knees hugged to your chest and your cheeks stained with fresh tears, an undoubtable artefact of the weakness you always tried to hide in front of him.

There's a light thud against the bathroom door, and you can tell by the shadow slipping beneath it that he's slumped against it, can imagine him sitting with the back of his head against the surface. He doesn't sound so angry anymore, concern laced in his tone. "I shouldn't have raised my voice at you like that. I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry, just please let me in."

You don't move to get up, simply squeeze your eyes shut and dig your face further into your knees, take a slow, shuddering breath you hope he can't hear through the door.

You hear him say something you can't quite make out, and then the next second there's a harsh snap that rings through the bathroom, flimsy metal pieces clattering to the tiled floor as Peter pushes his way in.

Your head snaps up at the sound, and you don't have time to protest the state of your broken bathroom door before Peter's on his knees and his arms are wrapping around your shoulders.

He pulls you against him, presses his face into the crook of your neck and slots your bodies together, a reminder of the certainty of your twin force in the universe, two people made for each other no matter what.

You repeat his movements, arms wrapped tightly around his neck in an instant. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you I just-"

"Are you kidding me?" Peter's pulling back, taking your face in his hands, the pinch of his eyebrows harsh and heart-shattering. "I didn't mean to upset you, honey. You have nothing to apologise for, it's my fault, all my fault."

"No, it's-"

Peter kisses you, shuts you up before you can pin anymore of this on yourself, kisses you sweet and salty and guilty. He feels warm and familiar against your lips and in your arms, steady and enduring, tangibly, achingly lovely. "No patrol tonight, okay? We'll stay in, just the two of us."

His thumb is at your cheek, rubs so gently and so soothingly back and forth that you have to close your eyes and lean into his touch before you can speak. "Doesn't the city need you?"

Peter smiles at you, small and fond as he moves to rest his forehead against yours. "I think the city'll last one night while I show my best girl just how much I love her."

You're quiet for so long he thinks he must have upset you again, has to pull away to properly look at you and finds you smiling up at him softly. "Your best girl, huh?"

"'Course you are, my best girl," He laughs, light and feather-soft as the hand at your cheek slowly slips down to tilt up your chin, thumbs at your bottom lip and feels the plump skin curve under his touch as your smile widens. "My only girl, always."

[gregspectations]

They are talking shit about you

[apollos-boyfriend]

I love when you liveblog purpled because it's the EXACT same way wilbur livebloggers blog his streams. it's just a never-ending chorus of "shut up" "why do i watch this guy again" "aww that was kind of—nevermind." "get this guy out of here." well. except wilbur livebloggers spent every mcc bemoaning his lack of minecraft skills. so at least you have that going for you

okay but you see the difference is when wilbur livebloggers do it it’s because he’s gone on a weird rant/bit or made a bad joke but when purpled livebloggers do it it’s because he’s spent the past 5 minutes repeating the phrase “she slobber on my shabloing til i whabam”

[exmcrtis]

ARTEMIS HAYES || CHARACTER INSPIRATION

anastasia romanov - anastasia willow rosenberg - buffy the vampite slayer sally owens - practical magic

[fragilelovelythings]

My baby is out <3 

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Succession (TV 2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeryd Mencken & Roman Roy, Jeryd Mencken/Roman Roy, Tabitha Hayes & Roman Roy, Gerri Kellman & Roman Roy, Tabitha Hayes/Naomi Pierce Characters: Roman Roy, Tabitha Hayes, Jeryd Mencken, Logan Roy, Naomi Pierce Additional Tags: Character Study, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Canon Compliant, Daddy Kink, Daddy Issues, Family Issues, Family Dynamics, Episode: s03e06 What It Takes, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Sibling Rivalry, Friendship, Childhood Memories, Childhood Trauma, Eating Disorders, Symbolism, Masturbation Interruptus, Masturbation, Self-Denial, Dream Sex, Wet Dream, Platonic Cuddling, Lucid Dreaming, Private Investigators, POV Lesbian Character, Canon Lesbian Relationship, Frottage, Food Kink, Food Porn, Roman Roy Needs a Hug, Roman Roy Has an Orgasm, Roman Roy Has Issues, Roman Roy - Freeform Summary:

Self-loathing came as easy as being delusional. As if it was just the same package for any deranged soul without any conceivable chance to bargain with the offer. That and of course, sex defiance. Somebody had to carry the cross, why not him? Why not subconsciously transform every possible instance in a sex debauchery scenario without really fucking anybody? It was brilliant. Just brilliant. Deeply disturbed and Roy-like. To feel the need and desire crawling from your bones and project it whenever possible, but tainted, tainted, and feasible to deny any glimpse of honesty or human need. To make sure nobody would be really able to pet his head and quiet him, tenderly lull him and make him feel sure again.

[ac1nums-moved]

allie hayes visual edits. mutuals may interact. personals, do not interact.

[nvrmine]

[ac1numa]

@goldenboybarracuda required a christmas / nye starter from allie hayes.

ah. allie had always been known for her love of Christmas. this year, however, she was determined to make it extra special. as snow blanketed the town, she set out on a mission to spread holiday cheer in ways that no one expected. from organizing surprise gift exchanges to transforming her house into a winter wonderland, allie's enthusiasm was contagious. she hoped it was. she loved to sees people with smile on their face. wrapping up yet again another gift for the shelter she might visit on sunday, she turned her head to the side while she eyed the boy who was next to her. " what have you planned to give to the shelter ? please, say something good. those children deserve the world. "

[theirmadness]

@tindrs asked for a kiss. ♡

summer had been waiting for ages for this moment. having managed to get him invited to one of her dad's new year's party was a stroke of genius. everyone wanted to attend these blow out parties her parents threw every year, and she made it look like it was this whole official thing, and she had nothing to do with it. honestly, when was the last time she had to put this much effort into fucking a guy? but here they were, surrounded by drunk people that didn't give a fuck if he was twice her age and her professor. she looked up at him as she licked the cream off her finger in the most suggestive manner possible, a giggle escaping her lips. the fireworks went off, and summer grabbed him by his shirt, tugging him down for a wet, cream-filled kiss. she nipped at his lower lip as she pulled back, a moan leaving her lips. “ hmm. sweeter than i imagined. happy new year, teach. ” she gave him a pat on the cheek, and turned around to leave. oh, she was absolutely setting up a trap. knowing after that kiss, he'd follow her anywhere, and she was leading him to one of the guest rooms.

[hopefulshipper]

[heartsbreaking]

— open starter

muse : savannah hayes verse : main / any compatible non supernatural muses/verses

"i will do a lot for content, but i do not want to get stuck. i will NOT let a hot firefighter see me in that state."

[foreverrogers]

just thinking about the way you’d be in bed and it’s super hot but peter keeps smothering you cause he is Always Warm and he just wants to cuddle and you eventually cave in

please i absolutely LOVE this idea!!!!

i have said it a millions times but i will once again reiterate that peter parker's love language is touch and he always wants to be touching you no matter what, no matter how hot it is and how hot he runs.

even with the AC on it's still sweltering in the dark of your bedroom, melting you into the sheets where you lay in nothing but your underwear and a singlet.

you try to get as far away as possible from peter on summer nights like these. not because it's anything personal but because he constantly has the body heat of a supernova, and even pushed to either side of the bed you can still feel it radiating toward you.

you haven't been able to sleep, slipping in and out of a hazy state of consciousness, and you're about to fall into a blissful moment of sleep when you feel his arm drape over your waist.

he's not even pressed that close, but the heat of him so close is so smothering you're surprised it doesn't burn.

"pete," you groan, try to shuffle under the dead weight of his arm on top of you.

there's no response, just the gentle stirring of the man behind you, if anything makes him move a little closer.

"pete," you try again, a little louder, a little more pronounced, and this time you hear his long inhale as he wakes up.

"yeah?" he mumbled, voice thick with sleep, takes the opportunity to consciously wrap his arm around your middle, pulls you firmly against his front.

"it's way too hot to be cuddling right now."

"but it's nice," he mutters, lips brushing over your shoulder when he says it, warm breath fanning out over the already sweat-slick skin.

"and you're a fucking furnace, pete. you're like a million degrees, i don't know how you're sleeping."

he hums, seems to ignore your sentiment, steadfast in the grasp he was around your waist. "pretty weird way of calling me hot, but I'll take it."

your sigh only seems to make him smile, lips curled as he presses a kiss between your shoulder blades.

you don't move to protest again, though, stay silent as you close your eyes and try to convince your brain to sleep.

"fine," you mutter, resign yourself to the pool of sweat you'll be waking up to in a couple hours. "but you're washing the sheets tomorrow morning."

[exmcrtis]

you can sit beside me when the world comes down...

(a general overview of what my muses have been up to post-event)

ARTEMIS has mostly been laying low. she was unaffected by the destruction in town, but the emotional damage was enough to convince her she needs to keep her head down, and she's been spending more time at home or at work. she's been feeling more and more lonely these days, and as a result has decided to stop using physical intimacy as a coping mechanism. long story short, she's a reformed hoe.

BELLA has been splitting her time between jerico, the cruz-duttons, and her friends, but has mostly been with jerico. his injuries have worried her enough that she's in full-time panic mode, but is doing her best to hide it from everyone. she's also formed a new friendship with jessie, one that she plans to hold near and dear. just don't tell other people that she has a heart, she'll probably kick you in the shins.

CAIN suffered an eye injury during the earthquake, and has been sentenced to wear an eye patch for the foreseeable (pun intended) future. not being with val during the ordeal freaked him out, and they have been shacking up at his place for the past couple of weeks. he really only leaves the house to go to work, but he's been rendered useless since he needs both eyeballs in order to do his job properly. just call him captain cain and slap a pet parrot on his shoulder.

EZRA did not attend the event, as the idea of being around that many people freaks her out. she happily stayed at home with her books, but often visits the large cracks in town to inspect them. can usually be found staying out dangerously close to dark, but thinks nothing of it.

HALLEY sustained sprains to both her wrist and shoulder, but is otherwise unscathed. she's still quite emotionally stunted when it comes to her family situation, but chooses to distract herself by visiting mo as often as possible. she also spends a lot of time with zarina and knightley, but still doesn't fully open up about her feelings. she also confessed her feelings for saffron and doesn't regret it, but the very thought of liking someone that much terrifies her.

LAVENDER hasn't been doing so great for the past couple of weeks. the disappearance of her mother has left her feeling like a shell of a human, and no matter how much she tries to distract herself, she just can't shake it. she spends most of her time at work or around town, no longer feeling like the commune is home. however, she has no plans of moving out, so she's stuck in a limbo state currently.

LEIA was beebopping around until the earthquake hit, and then she scrambled home. she visits draven and salem more often than not, wanting to make sure that draven is okay despite how heavy things are at home.

LUCA has been hovering around parker as often as they'll let him. he didn't attend the event, but seeing so many people grieving and recovering makes him tense, so he's been spending most of his time at work. he does regular check-ins with all the weirdlings, and while he wants to pretend that he has no feelings, his concern for his little siblings for all intents and purposes outweighs any façade that he tries to put on. basically, this is the best time to try and befriend him.

ONDINE has been trying to adjust to life in town rather than the commune. her life has been uprooted in every sense of the word, and it's caused a lot of trust issues to develop that weren't there previously. she's made quick friends with celia, a good thing considering she's been bringing joei to work with her, and has begun settling into the idea of being around people outside of the commune. ondine wants to believe that she and joei are safe now that there's some sort of separation from absinthe, but she can't help but feel paranoid that something bad will happen at the drop of a hat.

PRUDENCE is living in a current state of grief and sadness. the loss of minnie hit her hard, so she's been trying and failing to find as many distractions as possible. she hasn't been sleeping much (if at all), and the exhaustion is starting to show. conrad's offer for her to stay over at the greene residence whenever she wanted has been accepted every single day since the earthquake. she's started to feel like a burden as of late, but she continues to show up at mason and conrad's door on a daily basis. she worries that she's overstaying her welcome and is waiting patiently for the day when they kick her out. spends most of her time crying but has become a pro at hiding it.

SALEM sustained some pretty serious burns from her shoulder down on her left side. in the past couple weeks she's visited the clinic a few times to make sure she's taking proper care of herself, but unless she's there or at work, she's spent most of her time at home. though draven tries to fuss over her, salem still keeps her focus on him, trying not to think too hard about what happened to her. however, she plans to cover up for quite some time, not wanting to draw attention to her burns. garnering extra attention is too scary.

SARE has spent most of her time working. she tries to check in with spencer even more now, not wanting to feel like a helicopter sister, but also wanting to make sure her little sibling is doing okay. she's finally coming around to the idea of having a closer relationship with sycamore, but she's choosing to take that one step at a time.

VIOLET has been a worrying mess since the earthquake. she's been trying to give saffron space, but has done at least one check-in (even if it's met with a grouchy attitude). she knows how worried rex is and has been spending as much time with him as possible so she can keep both of their minds at ease.

WOLF has been coping with his injury by cracking jokes and annoying arty. his hand was crushed badly by debris, and he anticipates that it'll never gain its full functionality ever again. while it's been extremely painful to deal with, his aversion to going to doctors (and being touched, for that matter) has made him refuse to go to the clinic. he will continue to cope with humor.

WYLIE is doing the worst of them all. minnie's death has left her feeling like she barely exists, and she cries most of her days away. she has stopped going to work all together, and when she is around other people, she mostly stays quiet until someone addresses her. wylie feels like there's no point to life anymore, and has no idea how to channel any of her emotions. coping mechanisms don't currently exist, and being around her can only be described as 'miserable'. she misses the love of her life.

[fragilelovelythings]

Eunuch Besties (chapter 11)

Summary: Self-loathing came as easy as being delusional. As if it was just the same package for any deranged soul without any conceivable chance to bargain with the offer. That and of course, sex defiance. Somebody had to carry the cross, why not him? Why not subconsciously transform every possible instance in a sex debauchery scenario without really fucking anybody? It was brilliant. Just brilliant. Deeply disturbed and Roy-like. To feel the need and desire crawling from your bones and project it whenever possible, but tainted, tainted, and feasible to deny any glimpse of honesty or human need. To make sure nobody would be really able to pet his head and quiet him, tenderly lull him and make him feel sure again.

Chapters: 11/?

Tags: Character Study, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Canon Compliant, Daddy Kink, Daddy Issues, Family Issues, Family Dynamics, Episode: s03e06 What It Takes, Sibling Rivalry, Friendship, Childhood Memories, Childhood Trauma, Eating Disorders, Symbolism, Masturbation Interruptus, Masturbation, Self-Denial, Dream Sex, Wet Dream, Platonic Cuddling, Lucid Dreaming, Private Investigators, POV Lesbian Character, Frottage, Food Kink, Roman Roy Needs a Hug, Roman Roy Has an Orgasm, Roman Roy Has Issues, Roman Roy - Freeform, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Light Dom/sub, Blow Jobs, Mutual Masturbation, Mutual Pining, Anal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Finger Sucking, Nipple Licking, Nipple Play, Dubiously Consensual Blow Jobs, Smoking, chai lattes, lana del rey - Freeform, Barebacking, Rimming, Jealousy, Fucking, Spit Kink, Phone Sex, Sex Toys, evil Lukas Matsson ahead, no beta we die like logan

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48915430/chapters/123401656

[ac1nums-moved]

@shadowbrn, dean heyward-di laurentis required an incorrect quotes, featuring allie hayes.

[i-think-pictures]