#i'm excited to see what projects she has coming up after all my sons

[mewhenimanangel]

spiderboy, miles morales x reader

part 1 ʚɞ part 2 ʚɞ part 3 ʚɞ part 4! ʚɞ part 5

pairing: earth 1610! miles morales x reader

chapter 4 synopsis: Rio invites you over for dinner after hearing how Miles stuck up for you at the party.

wc: 2.1k

warnings!: cursing, teens in love, kissing, suggestive themes, google translate spanish

translations: cariño - sweetie, venid a comeros los dos - come eat you two, mi pequeño caballero - my little gentleman, mantén esa puerta abierta chico - keep that door open, boy

It was Monday morning and you sat in the mirror getting ready for school. You did your usual school make up routine of mascara, concealer, blush, and signature lip combo. You let her braids hang down today and sprayed your perfume. "Mommy can you drive me to school today?" you asked your mother as you went to put food and water in Bobo's bowls. "Sure why?" she asked drinking her coffee. "Got that big doofy project and i'm not walking with all that" "Alright well hurry up cause I gotta go"

You grabbed the project from the closet and went to put it in the backseat of the car. You ran back upstairs to grab your bag and say bye to Bobo. You settled in the car putting your seatbelts on as your mom drove off. You got a little nervous knowing you'd have to see Miles face to face again. You had been texting non stop yesterday but now you'd have to see him again after their kiss.

You looked out the window to see Spider-man stopping some guy trying to rob a mini mart. "At least that boy's working hard to keep people safe" your mom said rubbernecking. "Yeah he's so cool" you said taking a picture of the scene. After a few minutes she pulled up in front of the school and you grabbed the project from the back.

Entering the building you made a B line to Mr. Johnson's class, not wanting to try and keep that in your locker. You walked in the classroom and saw Peter standing there with his partner talking to Mr. Johnson. "Yo n/n" he called out as you put the project on the back counter. "Hey Peter" you gave him a smile. "Listen I'm real sorry about that guy last night. Are you good?" he asked, sentimental for the first time like ever. "Yeah it's okay, I promise" you nervously laughed off. He came over and gave you a small hug, before you left to go to your locker.

Zoya and Kiona walked up to you "Hey bebe" she said resting her head against the locker. "Hey Z, hey Kiona" you greeted them. "Im already ready for the weekend. Feeling extra fucking tired today" you groaned slamming the locker shut. "Too real. I'm exhausted" Kiona agreed.

"Alright I'll see you guys later" you said turning down the opposite hallway. "Yo Y/n wait up!" you turned around, face dropping to see the guy who harassed you at the party. "How do you know my name?" you asked in a flat unamused tone. "That's not important, just wanted to say sorry" he brushed off. "Okay." you said beginning to walk away. He grabbed your arm before you could get too far.

"Wait! You're not gonna say anything back?" he asked seeming offended. "What else am I supposed to say to you? You said sorry I said okay." "Come on, no 'i forgive you'" you narrowed her eyes at him in disbelief. "I don't forgive you why would I forgive you??" you spat. "Because It wasn't that fucking serious" he rolled his eyes.

"Dude you gotta leave her the fuck alone" Miles said walking up beside you. He looked back and forth between you and Miles before walking off "Fuck this" "Thanks..again. Could've held my own there but" "I know you could've." he smiled. "Uh by the way, my mom wanted to know if you'd wanna come over for dinner" he asked.

When he came home last night his mom saw blood on his fist and asked him what happened. He said it was nothing until she pushed an answer out of him. He told her what happened and she ultimately decided to invite you over. After all her son has been at this girl's house and she barely even knows her.

You tried to contain your excitement and nervousness - his mom wanted to meet you. "U-uh yeah that sounds nice. When?" you asked hiding a smile. "Friday night. That okay with you?" he asked hoping you'd say yes. "Yeah I'll ask my mom but it should be fine" The bell rung and you realized you'd be late. "I'll see you later. Get ready to present" you said hurrying to your class.

In physics, you and Miles concluded your presentation on inertia by using toy cars and a ramp. "Nice job you two. You work well together." he said writing something on his clipboard. You looked at each other and smiled before sitting back down.

🩰

The week had gone by and your heart was racing. Your mom had given you permission to go to dinner at Miles' house so here you were in your mirror frantically trying to make a good impression. You went with a sort of calm 'classy' makeup look and let your braids stay down. You wore a black long sleeve knit sweater with a black pleated skirt and a pair of loafers with white socks. Your mom had bought a bouquet of flowers from the market and told you to give it to Mrs. Morales.

On the walk over to Miles' building, you were practically shaking. You walked up the stairs to his apartment and knocked on the door. The lady who opened it had curly hair braided over to one shoulder. You could see the resemblance to Miles so you assumed that was his mom. "Hi sweetie, you're Y/n I'm assuming" she smiled at you.

"Hi Mrs. Morales" you put your hand out to shake. "These are for you" you handed the woman the bouquet of roses. "Aww thank you, cariño. Jeff, baby, can you put these in some water" Just then a tall man came up behind her. "Hey, Y/n right?" to which you nodded her head. "Yeah Miles been chatting non stop about you. He's in his room by the way." "Dinner should be ready in about five minutes" Mrs. Morales told you.

You walked in and peeled your shoes off, before following Mr. Morales' direction of where his room was. His door was open so you looked in and saw him on his bed with headphones on, seemingly drawing something. You knocked to alert him of your presence. "Oh Y/n, I didn't hear you come in" he lit up "Yeah your mom let me in." "Hey I didn't know you draw" you stood there awkwardly looking around his room, eyes landing on his collectibles. "Hey I used to have this" you said holding it. "Yeah that's pretty rare..please don't open it" he said in a small voice. "I wouldn't, m'not stupid" you joked putting it back in its resting place.

You looked around again spotting a familiar mask sticking out of his drawer. "Oh you like spider-man too?" you asked, missing the way Miles' eyes almost popped out of his head. "Uh yeah...something like that" he sighed. "Miles dinner's ready, venid a comeros los dos" his mom called out. "You can leave your jacket and your bag in here" Miles said, leading the way.

You smiled in delight at the scent of the food, everything smelled and looked amazing. You took a seat next to Miles while his parents sat on the other side. "Help yourself honey, plenty to go around." his mom said as they all began sharing their food. You took a bite and nod her head. "Oh this is really good, Mrs, Morales." you said taking another bite.

"Thank you sweetie, and you can just call me Rio."You nodded your head and continued to eat. "So, how did you and Miles meet?" Mr Morales asked. "Oh on my first day i had bumped into him and he helped me find the principal's office" you told them. "Ahh mi pequeño caballero" Rio said, earning an awkward smile from Miles.

You spent the next thirty or so minutes chatting about their lives and getting to know each other. Miles just sat back and watched you as you talked to his parents. They finished up dinner putting their plates in the sink "I can help you wash up?" you offered. "Ah don't worry sweetie, go hang out with Miles. Mantén esa puerta abierta chico" she told Miles as they went into his room. You sat on his bed moving up against the wall. "Do you wanna watch a movie or something?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm good with anything"

You guys settled on 'Someone Great' on Netflix and got comfortable in his bed, stealing glances at each other. Miles inched his hand closer to yours that was resting on your thigh. He mustered up the courage to intertwine his fingers with yours and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles lightly. You looked at each other with small grins, studying each other's face. "You are really really pretty" he blurted out. "You are too" you said before pressing her lips to his in a heartfelt kiss, eyes falling shut.

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. The movie now disregarded, you found your way onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck and he let his hands rest on your cheeks before moving down to your waist. They then trailed down to your thighs lightly rubbing small circles over them.

You pressed your tongue against his lips, wordlessly asking permission. He smiled against your lips before granting you access. He brought his lips down to where your jaw and neck meet pressing a kiss there. His hands moved to your ass, lightly squeezing it. Suddenly they heard a creak of a floorboard just outside his room and you frantically got up off his lap and sat back next to him.

"You two okay?" it was his mom. "Yeah mami we're good." Miles answered, hiding his heavy breathing. When she walked away you both sighed and giggled, his hand finding its way back to your. He looked away, eyes landing on the spider-man mask from earlier that you forgot to put back properly. He sat in thought for a few minutes before speaking up again

"Y/n...Can I tell you something?" he said looking into your eyes. "Yeah what is it? You don't got a secret girlfriend or anything right" you joked. He chuckled shaking his head. "No no. But you have to promise nothing's gonna change. And promise you'll keep this between us.

Your eyebrows furrowed before nodding your head. "I'm...I'm Spider-man" he rushed the words out of his mouth. You giggled before looking at his face looking for signs of kid. "Wait are you serious?" He nodded his head and raised his arm in the direction of the mask. Suddenly a piece of silky web shot out of his wrist and pulled the mask to his hand. Your jaw had dropped in astonishment before looking at the mask and then back at him. "There's no way" you breathed out, amazed. "Does anyone else know? Do your parents know?" you asked, holding the mask and looking at it. He shook his head "Just you and Ganke."

He went on to tell you about how he first got his powers and how he replaced Peter Parker, how his powers worked. And then met a different Peter Parker from another universe and then four more spider people from other universes. And how he had to take down Kingpin to get them back home safely "So there's more? Do you visit them or something?" you asked him. His face twisted into a sad expression

"Nah, there's really no way to, you know." She sympathized with him "Well why would anything change? Miles you literally swing around the city and save people every day, that's so fucking cool and really really generous of you." you reached your hand out to hold his face. "I just can't believe you knew about my spider-man obsession and didn't say anything" you joked.

He laughed laughed before you moved closer to each other and resuming your kiss. Before it could get any further though, Miles pulled back. "Would you um let me take you out? On a real date? Like one without my parents?" he chuckled. "I would love that Miles" you hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

You'd plan your date for the following weekend at a really nice restaurant in downtown brooklyn. After a few minutes, your mom told you to start heading home, so Jeff gave you a ride, Miles tagging along. "Goodnight Y/n" Miles smiled at you. "Good night, Miles"

[beanghostprincess]

If you're being honest, I feel yasopp would act irrationally angry once he finds out his wife passed away. One he's over the shock he's at shank's throat literally the rest of the red hairs are pulling them away from each other. Yasopp an emotional wreck at this point is lunging at him screaming profanities at him

"you come to my home multiple times! I've said no multiple times, and yet you still come to me wanting me to be on your crew! You knew I had a family! you knew I had a wife! You knew I had a son not even in the double digits yet! He was a fucking baby! You knew all of that and yet not only did you convince me to join. You convinced my wife!! ....... Now she's gone! She told me she'd be fine without me! I'd come back and she'd still be there that's what she said! (he's projecting a little bit. I just know he has a sad back story that involves lies)....... I guess that didn't happen............ I would leave the crew and go home but guess what? I don't have a home to go to anymore! She was my home, My son was my home. Now she's dead and he's gone so I'm left with an empty house! I might as well just stay here. Come let's go to the next island captain this one has nothing of value on it anyway"

Shanks doesn't respond he knows these are just words of pain and grief. It's easier to blame someone for this misfortune than accept that these things happen and we have no control over it. The energy on the boat shifts drastically no one is laughing or drinking (yasopp is still drinking but not for fun) or having a good time. Adventures aren't that exciting anymore, the crew is steering clear of Yasopp while he's in a fragile state and they don't know what to say to shanks. He wants to say something to yasopp but for the sake of the rest of the crew (he also doesn't want to get shot) he says nothing. Not yet.

Months later everything seems to mellow out a little bit. Shanks sees yasopp sitting outside by himself. He approaches him without a word and sits next to him. He wraps his arm around him and pulls him close, after some protests, yelling and struggling to pull away yasopp gave up breaking down and hugging back. He spent a good hour quietly sobbing in his arms confessing his grief to him, all his guilt and pain. Truth be told he really needed the hug from his captain/friend.

I would've replied to you earlier because I actually read this a few hours ago in the middle of work, but, you know, I was busy. And I almost started crying while working, so, uh, you owe me a hug and at least five therapy sessions after this.

I love the concept of Yasopp actually getting mad and blaming Shanks when he's just projecting, and Shanks silently supporting him because he knows that no words can help when you lose somebody dear to you so suddenly when you thought you were about to have them back (and yes, this is thinking about film red). It's so good, anon, so fucking good. I am kissing your brain.

And you know? I'm thinking about Usopp seeing Yasopp again and when the topic of Banchina comes up, he seems to have moved on. That only makes Usopp angry (just like Yasopp was when he found out) and he starts blaming Yasopp for everything. The history book on the shelf is always repeating itself, etc etc. And I think it'd be like a Tama&Luffy situation in which Usopp keeps telling Yasopp that he doesn't understand his pain, until a few hours later Shanks ends up telling the kid about how hurt Yasopp actually was when he found out. They end up making up, but nobody ends up paying my therapist to treat the damage this has done to my heart.

[thedrarrylibrarian]

I was so excited to invite @caroll-in for our March Happy Hour! I did it as a little treat for myself - I've loved and been a fan of her art for such a long time (I love the bold lines, bright smiles, and the way she does hair. My favorite part is how she draws people who look like they're having a good time with each other! Partners look happy together.) I've been so excited to see what recommendation she'd come up with. She did such a lovely job, and even was able to find a rec that I hadn't read yet! I fell in love with her recommendation and I think you will too! Without making you wait any longer - here is the lovely @caroll-in!

I can't even describe the joy I felt upon receiving an invitation from @thedrarrylibrarian to be the guest of the March Happy Hour! It's an honour to be able to contribute a rec to this fantastic blog!

I'm gonna take this opportunity and rec a fic I’ve always wanted to do a proper post about as it's one of my all-time favorite long fics in the drarry fandom. Written for the @hd-fan-fair fest of 2021, it was the very first fic by Romaine that I have ever read and, most importantly, Romaine's comeback to the fandom after an almost decade-long break. And what an epic comeback it was!

This Ain't the Garden of Eden by @romaine2424 (131,466 words, rated E)

In 2020, Hit Wizard Harry is starting to enjoy his life. He’s divorced, and no longer Head Auror. His biggest project these days is trying to remodel 12 Grimmauld Place for him and the kids.

Draco Malfoy is recovering from his wife’s death. But is happy with his Ministry position as Temporary Head of the Department of Intoxicating Substances, and with his son who he adores.

This all changes quickly when Minister Shacklebolt decides not to run for another term. The assumption is that 'all is well' in the British Magical world, and that Hermione Granger-Weasley will easily be voted in as the next Minister for Magic. However, Draco knows better. He knows she has a strong competitor who is wooing those who live in Knockturn. And if he wins, the Ministry, and all that has been accomplished the previous twenty odd years, will be destroyed.

"This Ain't the Garden of Eden'' is a brilliant political fic following Harry's campaign to become the Minister for Magic. What I feel is the most important thing to point out here are his motivations to become a candidate in the first place. This Harry is one we all know and love but since he's in his forties, he's also more mature and has had a chance to figure himself out throughout the years. Even though he very much still enjoys the thrill and action (which he has plenty of, working as a Hit Wizard when we first meet him in the story) he also still cares and is ready to step up and help however he can—this time without being manipulated. Everything he does is done through his own decisions. I love how well Romaine executed that part because after people pulling the strings behind his back for half his life, it's really heartwarming to see Harry still wanting to save the Wizarding World, on his own terms. He won't take the risk of losing everything he and his friends worked for after the War—especially when he realizes how much still can and should be improved. His main political opponent (I hope it won't be too much of a spoiler to say this) is based on Trump and brilliantly so, making the reader root all the more for Harry's success. And for those of you worried it might be too much politics for your taste, please note the "case fic" and "action/adventure" tags on the story which very much *deliver*.

Romaine takes the well-known canon world and expands it, making it so full of details and innovative magical theory (which I bet y'all are fans of as much as I am!) and introduces us to many new magical places, not only in the UK. It might not be a fic about Wizarding Houses and Grimmauld Place per se, but I promise you—those of you who enjoy this trope won't be disappointed either as the fic features a stellar subplot catering to it. We also get a new take on the Knockturn community and their culture and meet many new brilliantly-written original characters who I couldn't help but fall in love with (and I am sure you will too!). Of course, I also have a lot of love for Romaine's characterisations of the characters we know from canon—from Ron, Hermione and the Potters' kids to Scorpius and Narcissa. And Kingsley Shacklebolt, who very much deserves his own shoutout here—I can honestly say it's my very favourite take on him and I'm not being dramatic, he *is* fantastic in this story and I can't wait for you guys to meet him!

And finally: DRARRY. I deliberately saved the most important aspect of this fic for last and I hope I didn't give you the impression this story isn't about them! The main plot circles around the elections and is super captivating on its own, but it's Harry and Draco's relationship we're all here for and the way Romaine wrote them is honestly perfect! As I already mentioned, they're in their forties and, therefore, more experienced and more mature, willing to calmly take a look at the other to see and appreciate how much they changed throughout the years. Thanks to that we can skip the drama unnecessary for this story and have them form a fantastic partnership—both for the cause and as lovers. The pace of their relationship is so well-written and we get to see it develop as the story progresses. Don't think, however, that it's all smooth and easy—their trademark jealousy and banter are very much present to spice things up a bit! Romaine was generous to give both Harry and Draco many quirks and habits that the reader gets to discover along with them but I don't want to spoil your fun by listing them here—you need to trust me, you're in for a treat! One more thing, because it actually might be my favourite: remember the classic fanfic trope of a character recognizing the scent of their love interest's hair? Romaine's take on it is simply stellar and takes it to a brand new level. Everything from their first kiss (!!!!!!), through the smut scenes, to the moment they're finally ready to confess their love is a pleasure to read and I envy those of you who will get to read it for the first time!

And if, after finishing this fic, you won't be quite ready to leave the universe Romaine created just yet, I have great news for you: for the 25 Days of Draco and Harry 2021, she wrote "25 Additional Scenes for This Ain't the Garden of Eden" which features extra scenes from the main story (also a huge rec!).

Once again, many many thanks to @thedrarrylibrarian for having me here and for giving me an opportunity to give some extra love to one of my fave drarry stories! <3

Thank you again @caroll-in for taking the time to join us and write this wonderful recommendation!

❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️

Lots of Love and Happy Friday!

[marivenah]

a little something from snowfall perhaps? 👀

thank you macy!! and @nightbloodbix @cloudofbutterflies92 hello and thank you all for your interest in my silly little project <3

I'm not sure if you need another summary for this but just to be safe; this one is about a woman desperately trying to leave her past behind but is challenged when said past is quickly catching up to her. someone she thought dead, came back to finish what he started. and her son is unintentionally getting dragged into this whole mess.

I don't have that much to share so I'm adding a little no context bonus sentence :3

The sun had already set, draping the dark veil over the city’s skyline and giving the neon lights their opportunity to bloom. All sorts of different holograms grace the high buildings they pass. Illusions that try to grab one’s attention with pretty colours and exciting images. Bait. Advertisements trying to convince passersby they can’t survive without whatever they’re trying to sell them. Sucking them dry until only bones are left. Wolves in sheep’s clothing.

The predators have always been the city’s biggest issue. After the death of the two most powerful ones, one would think life out here would finally change for the better. It only became less organized. Now, everyone is a target, everyone is in danger. Because they’re everywhere, hiding in plain sight, preying on the weak. Watch out little creature, the wolves are coming for you.

In come the pretty visuals. What exactly are they selling? The illusion of normalcy and safety. People don’t want to be in danger? Then they’ll have to pay to pretend they aren’t.

The lights inside the train are dimmed during the night. You can still see clearly but it isn’t bright enough to burn your eyes. Though one should never mistake it as an invitation to sleep. At least not when you’re on your own. Then again, can you ever put your whole trust in other people? Sól tightens her grip around Toby a little. She had to find out the hard way that she can’t. But, maybe she can prove that her boy can.

It's moments like this when Sól wonders if Toby’s mind asks the same questions. Granted, he is only five years old and has other things on his mind, but does he feel safe? Is he… happy?

Is Sól happy? For now, she and Toby are safe. They are safe with Harrison. With Máni. And yet, she can’t tell if she’s even content.

Bonus!

“To tell a tale of lies, one must live.” Then she aims for his head and pulls the trigger.

[bengiyo]

Step By Step Ep 2 Stray Thoughts

Last week, we met my new favorite Gay in Pat, and the biggest man we've ever seen in BL in Jeng. Pat is a new employee in the digital department of a large company, and he seems to get a lot of the shit jobs. Jeng is their new manager, and may be the son of the company owner. Pat is going to have beef with his superior, Ying, who tends to thrust her work on him. Pat is so gay and definitely attracted and attractive to Jeng. I'm excited to see where this goes.

Love it. Jeng has taken control of the department because he wants to keep the department viable and keep everyone's jobs. They all hatin' on him and he's got their backs.

I am not someone who does good work with people hovering over me while also under time pressure.

Throwing someone under the bus in a meeting like this generally just makes everyone look bad. I totally get Pat sniping back at her, even if that's also a bad look.

Pat was legit about to swing on this dude for haranguing him.

Pat crying in a stall after being berated repeatedly is so real. Pent up stress from feeling disrespected will do that.

They're literally in a meeting about how they need to work together more, and are cheering because they think Pat will be reprimanded or fired.

They're using the audio really well to keep us informed of Pat's current mental state.

I like Jeng getting Pat out from under his seniors to work on a new project.

There goes that energy. They're still being catty at lunch.

It was a genuine relief to see Pat work successfully with Nan on his presentation. It's amazing how quickly people bounce back when you treat them with professional respect and courtesy.

Do these other folks have nothing better to do than worry about what Pat is up to?

I think Jeng's feedback on the PowerPoint is all valid, but because Pat doesn't really have a holistic vision of his role none of it is connecting for him. He just heard that he's still doing a bad job.

Also, I feel like Jeng should talk to Nan about rumors and not Pat.

UP POOMPAT!!!!! WELCOME BACK!

I don't know what Put and Pat had before, but that was awkward as hell.

"I always have to be dramatic." Me too, Ae. She seems suspicious about Put.

I like sending yourself flowers to tamp down on rumors.

Curious that Pat trusts Nan enough with the fact that he's gay, even though he (very understandably) doesn't want to come out at work.

I'm loving the way Pat's professional life keeps clashing with things in his private life. I suspect Put wanted to be closeted as his star rose, and it became a breaking point for him and Pat. Now he unexpectedly runs into him giving a presentation at a work event.

I'm wondering where Pat went when he left Thailand.

Pat should not have gone rogue in this meeting. You don't blindside your superior like that.

I wish they'd let Pat beat the shit out of this guy. He keeps fucking with Pat and needs to taste some fists.

Jeng has a good seme stance.

Jeng does not seem to deal well with all of these emotions. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to appreciate how worn out Pat is by this hostile working environment.

Hey, now, Pat, don't break your laptop because you're mad. How many times do I have to tell y'all to break your enemy's shit and not your own??

I like Poppy's character. They probably shouldn't be this trashed doing a performance interview, but this scene is surprisingly fun.

I'm excited for the fallout of this peer review.

This show is really fantastic so far. It's been nice having a workplace show that feels grounded in the workplace as the primary setting and as the source of most of the complications and obstacles. I also really like that Pat feels gay in a recognizable world context. I also got to see Up today, and he looked so sad with his yearning after Pat.

[ijafterhours]

A NEW CHAPTER.

This is a deviation of my usual posting schedule, and is something i've been mulling over today. Today is quite important in After Hours' development! Hi there! This 2nd of August, 2023, at around 7pm on the dot, I reached the end of writing Season 2 of Inside Job; After Hours. This marks the end of the plot that I've been developing since late November 2022, after seeing the second part of Season 1 of Inside Job air on Netflix. 

I have miscellaneous plots for After Hours that I may want to bring forward from here, such as a Ron-centric movie falling in between seasons, and a plot focusing on a certain shenanigan Lara’s future son Charlie gets into in his adulthood- but I have no plans to start on any of it any time soon. 

What I want to wax poetic about, however, is how After Hours has been changing and improving my life since I started dedicating my time to it. I’m going into my second year of College (British school system, so for Americans, I'm between Grade 11 and 12, and preparing for University!) And I go to a film school that has no exams, and is purely coursework assessed, and for my final for year one, I decided to develop the canon designs for Lara, Logan and Toby for the start of Season 2. If I had not chosen to work on my story the way I had, when it came time to submit our project briefs in late March, I never would’ve passed Year 1 as I did now. I owe passing one of my college years, and in the grander scheme of things, moving up in the animation industry, to After Hours for simply giving me the source materials I needed to impress my examiners. I’ve yet to receive my official grade, but according to a teacher’s verbal slip-up, I'm excited to say I'm getting a very high mark….

I’ve also used After Hours as a coping mechanism, and this last year has been a blur and a struggle, and I could always turn to After Hours in order to release some tension and fuel my creativity. I had no bounds when it came to AH. 

I even procrastinated writing the finale because of my emotional attachment to it- I started Episode 11 in April, and only now have I finished it. 

Lara, Logan, Toby- and even the rest of the crew have my life experiences gently and lovingly sewed into them, and displayed against a background of tumultuous experiences and events that test the true fabric of family and love. 

I’m incredibly moved whenever someone decides to delve into their world and honour me by accepting this offshoot of a story we all know and love.

It’s really hard for me to let go of this project, because it means closing a chapter on what has been the scariest, most productive, most tumultuous and most memorable year of my life. I’ve made so many new and incredible friends, both online and offline, whom I cherish dearly. I’ve started new chapters in love, and also in self discovery. After Hours has accompanied me through that this academic year. 

After the release of the end of Season 1 this weekend, i’ll be taking some time off in beautiful Italy, and i’ll be back with Season 2 in the new academic year come September. 

Thank you so, so much to everyone who's witnessed the development of my ideas come to life these past few weeks, and it only gets more interesting from here!

And a separate thank you to Lara Higgins. She won’t ever know me, but she’s helped me through more than you’d know. 

Stay tuned! Love ya! Thank you for sticking around!

Laika. (@fiuworks)

[danafinwefeaelenionfeanorian]

Feanorian Week Day Five: Curufinwe

370 FO

"You want to learn how to smith?" I ask my youngest children, who are fully grown but still young. This was not what I expected to be greeted with this morning while working. But here we are.

Ravo and Nemmirien nod. They eagerly jump on the balls of their feet. I don't know whats brought this on. They've never expressed interest in my family trade. Not like Tauriel or Aravel did.

"Alright, you will have to go ask your uncle Curvo. He's the best person you want to learn from," I wave to the door half-heartedly not expecting them to run out.

Ravo immediately runs out of my and Nanwe's study. Nemmirien smiles and waves as she runs after her younger brother. I listen to them clamber down the stairs and out the front door before turning to Nanwe.

"That was unexpected," Nanwe states, leaning back in his chair at his desk.

"Indeed, I should warn Curvo. He deserves that before being accosted by his niece and nephew," I lean back in my chair and glance at my husband. It was unexpected, but Curvo will have a field day.

He loves his nieces and nephews, and showing them how to work in a smithy makes him love them even more. It's his passion. If he could, he'd have a hundred apprentices, but he only has four. Possibly two more.

"I highly doubt Curvo will mind his niece or nephew asking about smithing," He's right.

"I do, too, but who knows what he could be doing at this hour,"

"Are you going to race them?" Nanwe asks, watching to see if I get up.

"Valar no, I'm going to send a note,"

I grab a scrap of paper and write out a warning to my brother. Short a sweet like him. Although he'd attest that he's not that short. Too bad for him. I have three inches on him. It's quite clear he's short.

When I've read the note to proofread for errors, I flick my wrist and send it off. The note disappears with a sharp pop and a small light.

"Now, I'm going to watch my daughter and son enjoy their day with their uncle," I stretch my shoulders and stand from my desk.

"Your father would love to see this," Nanwe's right. Father would love this. He missed out with Tauriel and Aravel. Now, he misses out with Ravo and Nemmirien.

But he'll be excited when they send him their first project. I'll make sure they send it to Mandos after I've had a chance to enjoy them. It's only right. Tauriel couldn't send her first project since we were in Middle Earth. The same goes for Aravel. But Ravo and Nemmirien, they can.

"I know. That's why I'm going,"

"You're going to write him?" I wonder over to Nanwe and stand at the side of his chair. He looks up at me with a large smile.

"And Grandfather he'll love to know,"

"I'll see you at dinner,"

"Don't forget we're going to the manor tonight. Mother is excited to have us all under one roof," I kiss Nanwe's forehead. My husband smiles widely at it and kisses my hand. "Turca is on his way back now..hopefully,"

"Looking like he was dragged backward through a bush no doubt,"

"No doubt," I laugh. Only Turca can manage to look like that when he returns from hunting.

"Now, follow me. I'll show you where we can find a garnet," Curvo's voice echoes in the family smithy.

From where I stand in the doorway, I can see my brother leading Nemmirien and Ravo toward the large supply closet. They disappear into the room and don't come out for a few minutes. But I can still hear their debate over which garnet is prettier.

Ravo exclaims he’s found the one. Nemmirien quickly agrees. Curvo, dear, Curvo asks them if they are sure. They both exclaim they are quite sure

"Auntie Dee," Tyelpe says coming up to me.

"Tyelpe,"

"Are you here to watch Father with Nem and Ravo?" My nephew asks. He hands me my apron, likely as a precaution. I am wearing nicer clothes for being in a smithy.

"I am," I say, pulling on my apron and adjusting it to my liking. "How are they doing?"

"Well," Tyelpe smiles at the door leading to the supply room. "They are gobbling up the information, and Father is enjoying himself immensely,"

"I'm glad,"

"He is too. Although he enjoyed working out the bad habits you instilled in Tauriel and Aravel,"

"Bad habits? Bah. He's trying to make them work like him,"

"Even still, sister. Those habits you have will be worked out of them," Curvo boasts, ushering his niece and nephew into the main room of the smithy.

"We shall see about that, brother," I smile at my grown children and wait for them to show me the materials. I stop them from spewing what the final product will be.

Ravo frowns lightly before grinning. He knows I like surprises. Nemmirien grins and pulls her brother back to their uncle.

As the hours tick by, I'm sucked into a project Tyelpe needed help with. Something about making fire-resistant or rather heat-resistant metal. Something I could help with.

It's only when Nanwe approaches me in the smithy that I remember dinner with Mother and the family. I ask him if we're late. He tells me no that he decided to gather us with time to bathe.

"Thank the valar, and I do need a bath," I kiss Nanwe on the cheek and turn to our children. "Nemmirien, Ravo. It's time to go,"

"Why?"

"We have dinner with Grandmother, remember?"

"Oh shit, that's tonight?" Curvo asks, plonking his tongs on the anvil to his right.

"Yes,"

Curvo swears fiercely and motions to Tyelpe. He tells his son it's time to leave. As they leave the family smithy, Curvo and Tyelpe kiss me on the cheek and promise to see me at dinner.

"We shall see you there," I smile at my brother and nephew.

[yisony07]

Just a mask - Introduction

A mauve-colored river seemed to be spilled over the orange, cloud-rough canvas of the sky, offering an admirable view worth capturing in a painting. A blond young man walked near the city river during that beautiful sunset. Dylan Barr gave wide yet slow steps since he was recovering from the boring lecture he just had from his thesis supervisor. He had a subtle headache, a product of all the babble and changes his advisor made him do to his project, and thought that perhaps a calm walk would help him relieve some stress.

As he was massaging his temples, he approached the riverbank, went down the lemon-colored grass and saw the reflection of the sun hiding over the waters, at the horizon.

Dylan sat there cross-legged. He didn't have that much to; all the points his advisor said, in spite of how nitpicking they seemed, were all manageable, so he could start checking his work the following week. And yet he felt tired: tired of the stress he has to go through just to get a degree, to “finish a stage”, to end with a phase of a cycle he himself saw as nonsense.

Coming from a wealthy home, he never had to go through difficult times. It was when he started college, a decision he took on his own, when he first experienced stress and the desire of giving up. It was exciting, something new and distinct from the monotone of a spoiled childhood. But after a few years, he missed the days when everything was easy.

Dylan massaged his temples a little as his gaze fell on the water, which circulated with no rush. Suddenly, he noticed how a dark bag emerged from it and approached him.

“Why people throw trash in the water?” he murmured, frowning. Dylan reached the bag with a nearby stick and took it out of the river. “Huh? Seems solid…” he thought, and then he took out its content, finding a very odd-looking mask.

“A mask?” he asked confused, “why would someone throw away something like this?” 

Before being able to answer himself, Dylan's phone vibrated, and with his free hand, he took it out of his pants and answered the call. His older sister, Sharon, would go soon on a trip to move to another country. However, she needed her son, Johnny, Dylan's nephew, to stay with him while she and her husband got everything ready. After a sigh, Dylan agreed, but he was a little shocked after hearing that they were already sitting at the entrance.

In a rush, Dylan darted over to his house. He arrived in a couple of minutes, since the river wasn't that far away. As he walked to the entrance, he saw his sister frantically checking her watch while Johnny appeared to be utterly bored, staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm here, Shay, calm down" Dylan said, which caught their attention.

"Until you finally show up" she replied, she came up to hug him to greet him. "I'm sorry I have to bother you so suddenly and late with this, but my son hasn't slept all day, if you could get him some rest…”

"You can keep yourself easy, I'll take good care of Johnny… What's up, little friend?". 

"Uncle Dylan" greeted the little boy running to hug him.

"Okay, sweetie, be nice to your uncle… Okay, Dylan, Johnny, see you later." And Sharon went off.

"Well, let's go inside, Johnny". 

After going into the house, the uncle and nephew had a good time in the room where Johnny would sleep. However, Dylan noticed a strange reddish, pinkish, and greenish glow emanating from the back of a mask from time to time. Later that night, when it was time for Johnny to sleep, he realized how much Dylan was staring at the wooden mask.

"Uncle Dylan…" Johnny called lying on his bed. "What's so interesting about that weird mask?"

"It's just, there's a weird glow coming out of it" Dylan replied and showed him the mask.  "You see?".

Gradually, Dylan moved the mask closer to his nephew's face. The boy hesitated before speaking. "Sorry, uncle, I can't--"

Dylan didn't know what had happened, but the mask had come off his hands and clung to Johnny's face, muffling his words. It was a strange scene, and Johnny's eyes seemed to pop out of shock.

(Thanks to @kermit43 for this edited pic).

Dylan grabbed hold of the strange tendrils that were crawling across the boy's skin and pulled at them. It was a difficult task, as the boy was yelling in pain, but after several minutes Dylan managed to remove the mask from Johnny's face. Dylan was surprised that such a harmless-looking object could cause such a bizarre reaction. Johnny was scared and tried to calm himself by taking deep breaths, but eventually, he drifted off to sleep.

Dylan observed the mask in his hands and went to put it in a drawer, just to avoid any further damage, and stayed awake, sitting near the bed where Johnny slept, cell phone in hand, waiting for Sharon to return.

He yawned a bit and just got a call a few hours later. Sharon was back.

"It's all set," she commented. "Johnny is asleep?"

"Yes, I think it would be better to let him sleep," Dylan suggested, remembering the circumstances. Johnny's father picked him up carefully, without waking him, and carried him to the car.

"Thank you for taking care of him, I hope you can come to visit us soon".

"Me too, bon voyage, Shay," the pair of siblings hugged each other goodbye. Dylan watched as his sister's family drove away until the car was out of sight. He yawned and decided to go to sleep. Lying down on his bed, he covered himself with the sheet, all the while pondering a single question: What would happen if he let the mask cover his head?

As soon as Dylan closed his eyes, his phone beeped again. He groaned in frustration and got out of bed to check his phone. He saw an email from his advisor, which contained upsetting news. The advisor recommended that Dylan should revise the methodology and rewrite his project. Despite the changes they had discussed that afternoon, the advisor believed that the project would be inconsistent without further revisions. The message ended with him requesting to move the meeting up by two days instead of waiting a week.

Dylan let out a loud groan as a sudden headache hit him hard. He closed his eyes and massaged his temples, trying to fight off the stress that was taking a toll on him. The pressure of working on his bachelor's degree thesis was getting to him, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was all worth it for a piece of paper he might never use.

Unable to sleep, he cast his gaze upon the drawer where he had stashed the mask. The thought of it being an escape from the stress momentarily lifted his spirits, and he decided to take it out. He knew there might be risks involved, given what happened with his nephew, but at that point, anything was better than the pounding headache caused by his thesis.

As he stood up, he couldn't help but notice the rough surface against his soft skin. It was then that he saw it again - that subtle, iridescent glow that seemed to hold some kind of power. As if by magic, his headache began to dissipate, and before he knew it, he was standing before the mirror with the mask in his hands. Suddenly, a thought struck him: what if something happened to him? What if the mask had some dangerous side effects? Without a second thought, he grabbed his cell phone and hit record, determined to capture any evidence of what would occur to him.

Dylan's hand shook as he lifted the mask to his head. As he felt the smooth, warm surface of his skin come into contact with the rough, cold wood, he suddenly felt a chill run through his body. The mask seemed to suck at his face as if trying to absorb him. In a panic, Dylan ripped the mask away from his skin, his heart pounding in his chest and his breaths coming in short gasps. He stared in shock at the mask, his eyes wide and his mind halted for a few seconds.

Dylan looked at that familiar glow. His heartbeat recovered its pace as if the shimmer hid some mysterious powers since it cured his migraine before. He suspected it was the mask beckoning him to let himself get carried away. Despite the potential dangers, whatever would happen filled him with the thrill his current circumstances took away. With that in mind, he lifted the mask again to his face. When the mask began to suck his face, he hopped a little bit out of surprise, but this time, he didn't try to take it off.

Dylan was in a state of complete terror. He watched as the mask enveloped his face, like some kind of alien creature. He couldn't help but groan as the mask adjusted itself to his features. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remove the mask. It was like a slippery, rubber-like substance that just kept sliding through his fingers. The mask was slowly and relentlessly covering his face, and he felt a chill run down his spine as the holes of the mask slowly aligned with his eyes and mouth.

As the mask continued to expand, Dylan's skin felt hot and sweaty. He could feel drops of sweat running down his neck, and he was filled with a sense of impending doom. He managed to peel the mask off, but it just expanded more and went back to his face, hitting him in the process. He was completely at his wits' end, so he scratched at the mask, hoping to remove it. But that only caused some shiny cracks to appear on the surface, and the mask seemed to grow even stronger.

Dylan found himself trapped and struggling to breathe properly. The mask felt like a living thing that was slowly consuming him. With each passing moment, his heart pounded harder in his chest, and a sense of desperation washed over him. Despite his efforts to resist, the mask closed tightly at the back of his head, covering it entirely. Suddenly, he felt a chill running through his veins, as though an electric ray had struck him. His mind went wild, and his breaths grew stronger, causing him to groan loudly, almost like a yell.

As he tried to regain his composure, Dylan felt the mask moving his head from side to side, and before he knew it, his whole body began to spin at an incredible speed, like a tornado. The winds of the tornado were so strong that they muffled his yells, as he was propelled around the room, over walls, and even across the ceiling. The room was quickly reduced to chaos, as everything that was once orderly was tossed around and scattered. The only thing that remained untouched was the phone, which continued to record the entire ordeal.

As soon as it had started, the tornado abruptly ceased. Its winds transformed into a green vapor that slowly dissipated, revealing a figure. Once the gas vanished completely, the figure became clear and sharp. What once was Dylan had a more compact and muscular body. He was dressed in casual clothing, but what stood out the most was his green skin, which looked like a second skin attached perfectly to his face. Even his hair and facial hair had a dark green tint. His eyes were a bright red, filled with an unknown, burning desire. The figure walked to the mirror and examined himself closely.

"Not bad," he said with a casual tone before giving a huge, bizarre smile and winking at his reflection. It was like he was a whole new person, and he was loving every second of it.

Link to the next part here (not yet, coming...)

[donnerpartyofone]

I went to Star of the Sea a few times a week all February, which means it took me like a month to look up and discover the giant pipe organ over the entrance. It's crazy how habitually I only look where I'm stepping, I'm constantly missing the most obvious (and interesting) things. I wonder if anyone ever plays it! There's a piano and also an electric keyboard of some kind up front that they use on the weekends, when music is played by an older lady with bright red hair and an absolutely wild operatic soprano. Every single person who comes here is an absolute capital-C character. I've even started to see these cool strega types in black furs with chic wigs or dye jobs and cateye glasses; with any luck that's what I'll be like when I'm their age.

I usually say that I'm going to this place, never having been to church in my life, because of an art history-related project I'm working on, but it feels like a lot of different converging paths have led me here. When my husband and I first moved to this neighborhood ten years ago, we stumbled upon the procession of Our Lady of Sorrows aka Mater Dolorosa aka La Maria Addolorata one day, and I immediately thought...man am I in the right place. Here is her statue in the Italian social club garden (which is cut back for the winter in this image, but when it's in bloom it's like a vibrant little jungle), and here is a photo from Wikipedia of the procession:

Naturally this introduction to the local traditions made me very interested in what could be in the church, although I took my time getting there. Bizarrely, when I finally checked it out last month, almost the first thing I heard was a reading in which Mary is told about how she's going to suffer for her son's fate, using the wording: "And you yourself a sword shall pierce". The phrase has a beautiful musicality to it, but it really caught my ear because it so obviously inspired the imagery of the Dolorosa. If I had gone on any other day, I wouldn't have received this strangely meaningful-to-me welcome. This pincushion version of Mary is strikingly gothic, and often garbed in black and gold:

I'm sure that when I first started coming to Star of the Sea, creeping around sneaking pictures, it might have been perturbing to at least some of the old time neighborhood retirees who come to weekday masses. But, I eventually became a familiar face, and I brought my husband to this wine and cheese thing they offered after last Saturday's service. We went around and introduced ourselves to the main regulars plus the monsignor (who is really sweet and good-humored), and that seemed to help; when I came back on Tuesday, one of the main ladies introduced me to more people and told them about our Saturday visit, it really seemed to mean something to her. Maybe it's pretentious of me but I feel like it might be good for them to see me around, like maybe if they get to know a punk-looking chick like me a little bit, then it will make them feel like they might have more in common with really different-seeming people than they think. And vice-versa, of course.

At the end of yesterday's mass, I got to meet the extremely sharp and charismastic Father Patterson who comes on Thursdays to help out, since the church's original guy passed away. Patterson came out and met everybody this time, and I was excited to tell him that I had never been to church before the week that he himself started coming to Star of the Sea, and his homilies were part of what kept me coming back. He stunned me by saying something like, "Keep coming, because while you might be inspired by this place, people around you are being inspired by you at the same time. You won't see it yourself and you don't even have to, because it's just you, your you-ness is what's inspiring." I was so humbled, I didn't really know how to act. It was an interesting insight; often when we feel bad about ourselves, we get served this condescending rhetoric about how your low self-esteem prevents you from seeing yourself as wonderful the way others do--but this was more like, you have to spend all your time with yourself, so you never experience yourself as novel, you can't possibly see what other people see. It's like how you can't smell yourself, basically. Up at the top I was saying how everybody who comes here is a big time Character with unique personalities, and suddenly it occurred to me that I am now one of those Characters. I have the feeling Patterson was sent to Star of the Sea like Mary Poppins, to uplift everybody who lost their pastor and are worried about the future of the parish. He's doing a really good job and it will be a bummer when he's gone.

Meanwhile, baby's first meme:

[ofstormsandwolves]

#1 for writing asks :)

1) Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

Oof, I have a few. 😂 I'm gonna focus on the ones that haven't yet been put up online at all. (I actually had to go and have a look in my files because there are so many I can't even remember). These are all Buffy because most of my other stories for other fandoms are ongoing stories I'm already partway through posting.

Buffy comics AU #1- In this universe, Buffy was raised and trained by Jenny and Anya as her Watchers. Giles refused to become a Watcher, but still wound up on the Hellmouth as a history teacher, leading to him training Willow and Xander to fight after students started going missing. Cordelia and Gunn run Chase and Gunn Investigations in L.A, but start to notice a worrying number of calls coming from Sunnydale.

This is one I've been working on/ batting around for a while and was one of a number of ideas I threw out on tumblr to see if people were interested. Mostly I'm just super excited about the different dynamics, particularly as it's set in a kind of AU s4/s5 so the Scoobies are all in their late teens and already out of high school. The first chapter is done, but it hasn't gone up yet because I can't think of a damn title for it.

Buffy comics AU #2- Willow as the Slayer who has just moved to Sunnydale, and meets Xander and Buffy who have spent much of their lives on the Hellmouth.

Ok, so I started this not long after Hellmouth came out because I loved the idea of switching up roles in the Scoobies and seeing how that changed group dynamics, but I somehow initially missed that they were out of high school because Buffy was working at a bar. So this is set during high school because 1) I like what I'd already written and 2) it's taken so long to write that 'The Vampire Slayer' comics are coming out and rendering my stuff obsolete, so I'm now just going full AU and enjoying it. Expect some awkward Giles and Buffy scenes as he is under no obligation to tutor this random kid who is totally flunking history, and some interesting Willow and Xander interactions as they actually have to get to know each other.

As-yet-untitled s6 AU- When Buffy returns from the dead, thanks to her friends, she finds that life really isn't how she left it. During her five-month absence, Giles and Jenny's son has been born and Buffy is left to wonder where exactly she fits in to this new dynamic.

This came about in part due to a conversation with @dreadfulcalendarwoman regarding Buffy and Giles and their dynamic. Jenny is inexplicably alive because I said so. Joyce is dead, Dawn's around. Buffy tries to figure out where she fits in not only with her friends wanting her to just bounce back from what's happened, but also with being 'replaced' in Giles's life by a new, actually-related-to-him-and-legitimately-his-kid kid.

Take me back to the start- Following season 6, Giles recuperates in Devon and starts to question how he has handled the Scoobies over the years. Between Willow's struggles with magic, Xander's insecurities that led to him leaving Anya, and Buffy's struggles with adulthood and slayer-work balance, he comes to a decision. He needs to put things right, and should have done things differently from the start. Cue Giles asking the Coven for help throwing him back into his season 1 body so he can approach the situation differently and guide the children better. Only problem is, he hadn't factored in that getting a second chance with the children also means a second chance with a certain dark-haired technopagan...

Originally intended to be part of a group of fics I wrote about various Scoobies making a wish without realising it (with the first fic being the Make a Wish stories), I realised that it made more sense for Giles to actually choose to do it, so this became a time-travel fic instead. I'm still working on the prologue and haven't yet gotten to the season 1 stuff, but I've already got some interesting stuff lined up for character interaction.

To Start Again- Third in the 'Make a Wish' verse, Buffy goes to college, Giles and Jenny try to figure out their relationship, and the Initiative lurks under the UC Sunnydale campus.

I've got the first chapter and a half written, and pretty much everything planned out, it's more a case of actually WRITING it. I'm pretty damn excited about some stuff I have planned, though, because I've been setting the groundwork for certain things that will come out in this story, plus I've changed some stuff around in terms of plot and am not sticking quite as close to the episodes as I did in the second story.

ask me writer questions!

[the-firebird69]

Intruder Air Time

This is Trump and he is getting prepped to be danger Dave no it's going to try and imitate evil Knievel I am as Johnny blaze and his family does not want him to and he is riding the wrong bike. You can see what these heavy bikes are like it's really a waste of time and the only reason for torque is a heavy load and two people can ride on the other ones so they have all these points and stuff and my son has one if you're going to be big like me you need it but you have to reinforce the frame and that makes it a waste of time

Thor Freya

There was to do the reinforcing they work pretty good but really it is time consuming to do it but less time than a new bike there's a lot of reinforced ones now most of you are pipsqueaks 150 lb or less you got huge miles and nothing to back it up and you disgusting urchins we talked about this morning and said we have to get you out I was trying to push harder and you have no war it's a brilliant opportunity to do so and we need to several things were starting to work on because you're leaving and a son and daughter said people will use it and go after them that's kind of what we need and I took the project over and said just what happens they said that's fine how do we get him out there and we have a method and they'll come in one every two weeks or a week intermittently so we're going to try and do it the same thing for the lower Enduro from China especially pipsquez. If you go to race a sport bite on a racetrack you need to make certain criteria and wait that's one of them I can't wait over a certain amount that can certainly weigh under people saw the hard knock kicking their ass and said this is terrible and Chrissy said I can beat all of them I have the weight of a jockey and I have the skills and our son says you guys would pay for it but your entire race needs it and you're the only group that really has done something like that and she got brave and proud and said I think we can do it he said no but I'm going to beat you in the race even though we're on the same team. He was aghast at how he felt and said no you won't and you don't even get there and I said I do need a team and wow what a feeling a girl beat you and his tonsil makes up for it he's looking over at her and she's smiling dear to here and says I'm going to mess up the hair thing cuz he likes me. And he says no he's just accentuating it and he says Hera do it and would be both of you. So they got excited to say this would be fun but they can't do it and all of a sudden you said this we're going to do a few races and challenge them and good so they're going to get out there and try it and they have them they're tricked out and you can do that that it looks like standard equipment cuz it is and the motor is tweaked a little with high performance parts and it can take a beating it's a dirt bike and they're going to try the Templar and boy it looks rugged like a sport bike but like a drag bike that's a sport bike is really intense these guys raced already and they got time so they're like really outrageous it would be really cool and they saw the guy in the hard knock kicker 5150 and said that's ridiculous and have to do something that's a recent film too. The guy detected our son he said how'd it look they said you look great but you beat everybody and he says that's what I wanted to do it should work for us and said it should and start working and just saying it's very light he's zooming around the corners saying if you had better tires so I get you back there so you go back with regular tires and then do a little better and then come back the next time with new tires and he says holy s*** that's cool so he's trying to do it they're trying to get him out there now and he'll do the new tires next and then it's going to be much faster these people are rocking and rolling on some of the stuff but modifying the dirt bikes and the enduros is not going anywhere so I think that they might be planning to use them to come across the desert and things like that and they're really not built for it they're not fast enough but for these light people it would work and they have bases out there and stuff so it's back to the Chinese sport bike there's several modifications you can make there

1. Buy a Chinese 250cc or 300cc sport bike

2. Assemble it fully and test it and return to your garage and begin to change out certain parts

A. The exhaust put in the dot high performance exhaust

B. The seat no the fairing yes in front you want to change it to a Ducati format

C. The top end you change out to modify the CC to a 350 and both will do it it's a bolt on for about $60 on Amazon

D. Top end carburetor replaced with a high performance carburetor and air intake system and filter

D. Modify the windscreen possibly would be done with your cowl if not it needs to be lowered to a high-speed position some of them you can cut with a plastic saw

E. Change your sprockets out they have kits online and it tells you how fast you can go with the new sprockets and your chain needs to be high performance

F. Lower it 1 to 2 in overall front and back but make sure that your frame is in the same orientation to the ground

G. Keep the rims but by high performance tires it gives you 10 miles per hour and saves your life

With the above modifications a 250cc or 300cc Chinese sport bike becomes a 350cc Chinese sport bike that will go 0 to 60 and 2.1 seconds into the quarter mile in 5.4 seconds top speed 327 mph we don't even want to read the original stats because it's not worth it and if our son does this we're going to confiscate the bike

Thor Freya

Olympus

It's only going to get a motorcycle but he says I can't on a sport bike it'll look ridiculous and they have stuff you can attach and but still he doesn't want to ride around in it it's very dangerous it's too dangerous and he agrees it has to be electric so he doesn't have to buy gas and he can store it inside that too

Hera

[tigerathleticmissionexperience]

Today’s recap from the ETBU Women’s Soccer TAME trip to New Zealand is provided by Freshman Caroline Wilemon, Senior Rose Comstive, and Head Coach Kristin Cox.

“God has truly been working in and through this team and today He put it overwhelmingly on display, especially for me. We started out with a team devotional, sharing how God has been working in us during this trip and how we have grown in our faith. I can’t describe how incredible it was to hear the girls speak about this. I've only known them for a week, but I can say without a doubt that this is not the same team that began this project and some of my teammates will never be the same because of it. Both Cadence and Sarah shared how they accepted Christ yesterday during church, and it was so special to be able to pray over them as they begin this new, difficult, but joyful step in their walk with the Lord.

After morning debrief we then took a ferry to the FanZone in downtown Auckland. I initially thought we were just shopping but Coach surprised us (and I'm so glad she did), telling us to walk some of the streets and talk and pray over people that we met. To be honest this completely terrified me, but many of my teammates and I felt that this was our opportunity to fulfill God's calling to us to go out and minister to the people of New Zealand. Rose and I awkwardly walked around for a bit, attempting some conversations but not able to get past small talk. Then, as we were heading back, we met a dad and his adorable 6 month old son, Niwa, and struck up a conversation with him. I felt this was the opportunity God was opening for us, and we asked if we could pray for him in any way. He was surprised, but at the same time curious and excited, asking what were the sort of things we could pray for. I suggested praying over his son and his future, so I took Rose and Niwa's hands and prayed for the little guy. The father was much more appreciative than I expected, telling his son how lucky he was. It was such a wonderful feeling to take the door that God had opened and to see how our words through Christ could move those around us in ways we could have never achieved on our own. I have never done anything like this in my life, and I just thank the Lord for how much I have grown and that He gave me and all of us the boldness to speak and pray over complete strangers, spreading His love and gospel,” Wilemon said.

“Later on, we went back to Pap High School, and our team scrimmaged a U14 boys team. While on the sideline, I met a girl from the high school, Sopheara, and we got into a discussion about our faith. She is a Christian as well, and I just find it so encouraging and amazing to talk about the hope and joy that we both share. We are from different sides of the world and live in different communities and cultures, but Christ unites us in His grace. I pray that God would continue to work through this team, that we would be able to build up and encourage each other and those we meet during these next six days and on into the coming school year,” Wilemon added.

“After praying throughout the streets, we entered the World Cup FanZone and a few of us went straight to the unity pitch, a small turf field open for playing soccer. We juggled and took some shots before a volunteer worker approached us and told us he was there to help us with anything we needed. As we got to talking with him, we learned that he was from Argentina, working on his PhD, and was a Christian but didn't have much community around him. After we talked for a while, (and took a pic with him) my teammate Caroline nudged me, clearly reminding me that it was my turn to ask to pray for someone. I've never ever done something like this before, but I didn't ignore her or God, took a deep breath, and asked him. He was surprised but seemed so grateful, and asked that I pray about his upcoming move and that God just put him on the right path. So I did. I am so proud of how far I've come this trip, but more than anything I'm so happy to see God working in and through my life and all the girls around me. I am so thankful for the girls that not only push me out of my comfort zone like Caroline did, but also the girls I stand next to in the each morning at 6:30 AM for the 4th day in a row, while we brush our teeth. I'm grateful for the powerful work of God, but also for the friendships and bonds that are being made on this team during our everyday life. Today was a testimony of what this trip was designed for, and I'm excited to see where the next six days hold for this group,” Comstive stated.

Coach Cox added, “It was really cool for me to end the evening with a scrimmage against the u14 boys team because it gave me an opportunity to talk more with the coaches at Papatoetoe High School, who set up and hosted the scrimmage for us. Coach Jason is who I talked with the most and he was telling me how he loved that we could be planting seeds while there this week and how he longs to share his Christian faith with the girls team and students. He asked me several questions about coaching and how to coach, and every 10 minutes ‘what are your thoughts on the play so far.’ It was encouraging to see their passion to learn more and to be able to coach better. I also learned a lot about football (soccer) in New Zealand, how it is just more of a social sport versus a regulated competition even though there are leagues, but also how they don't really have pick-up soccer around the town because the limited lighted fields are booked full with rugby, league, and field hockey practices. After the game I asked the coach if it was okay to share a quick testimony with the team, but he encouraged us to take a less direct route to sharing why we were here because all but one player on the other team was Hindu or Muslim. When I found that out I was even more excited that God created this matchup. What an awesome opportunity we had to minister to some young boys through soccer on a muddy pitch. After the game we shared our faith and why we were here in a respectful way and asked them to join us in prayer. The coach told me that was probably the first time some of them had ever heard a casual conversation with a relational God. Please join us in continual prayer for the seeds being planted.”

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Review: Breaking Bad Season 2 Episode 1 - Seven Thirty-Seven (SPOILERS)

S2E1: Seven Thirty-Seven

Written by J. Roberts

Directed by Bryan Cranston

Sorry for not updating this project for couple of days. I have gotten an operation on thursday, so i needed to take some mental days off but here it is once again. Season 2 here we go.

The lead actor of the show directing an episode? Always welcome in my eyes and man, what a fantastic job he did at this premiere. There's a lot to say.

Season 2 starts off with a really creepy scene of a burnt teddy bear in Walter and Skyler's pool and these creepy openings will be throughout rest of the season. I love how unclear this scene means, we have no idea why that teddy bear is there and why it is burned. It's all mysterious. I love Vince deciding to experiment with the style of the season compared to the first season, so I'm excited to revisit what happens in this transitional season.

This episode starts off with pretty much showing us the brutal Tuco scene in the season 1 finale and how that affects Walt and Jesse. Tuco is once again scary here, cutting off Walt and Jesse's road and trying to get his man whom he beated up saved by him and of course it fails badly. From there, we see Walt and Jesse getting paranoid by Tuco coming at them at any second. Walt reacts to this by sexually assaulting Skyler. It's a really disturbing scene of Walt taking out his paranoia to his wife and Skyler reminds him to never do that thing again. Walt already starts affecting Skyler in a bad way. She becomes more and more suspicious of him and she just can't stand how her husband treats her. Walt Jr. only has one scene here in which he sees the mess at the kitchen Walt made and it's really sad to see how Walt Jr. is clueless about everything. We see Jesse react to Tuco's murder by buying a small gun and telling Walt they should kill him. Their entire conversation about it just hypes up the tension and we get just as paranoid as these two characters. Luckily for Walt, he comes up with a plan to poison Tuco with ricin. They cook the stuff but it all just gets too late. Hank calls Walt and shows him a picture of one of Tuco's men being dead from getting his co-worker's body and Walt and Jesse thinks Tuco killed him but nah, he just got stuck and that's how he died. But of course they don't get and try to make a run for it. Jesse gets his money whereas Walt rushes to his home to find Skyler taking a bath and questioning why Walt is keeping secrets. And sadly it ends badly with Tuco getting to Jesse and capturing Walt at his home. That cliffhanger was so intense that it might as well be the penultimate episode of season 1.

As for what's going on at the other stuff of the episode, we see Hank and Marie being fleshed out. Hank sees the footage of Walt and Jesse with masks on stealing the barriel and mocking them for being sloppy at it. He disrespects a human being's corpse by taking a picture with one of Tuco's dead man and it's just really cringe to see. Marie gets distant from Hank due to how Skyler gives a silent treatment to her for shoplifting. Hank gets more and more affected by it, so he goes to Skyler to help her out with her condition but Skyler doesn't want to do it and says she needs help more than her. The scene between them is just heartbreaking to see and both Anna Gunn and Dean Morris did a great job at highlighting the tension between the two. Skyler gets bad treatment from her husband and her son, deals with pregnancy and she almost got arrested for her sister's misdeeds. It's understandable why she feels so angry and upset at her world being cruel to her. I like Hank comforting her which she needed so much after everything happened to her. But that's one good thing about Hank in this episode.

I love this episode so much. Bryan Cranston's directing is strong, writing is sharp, tension this episode picked up from season 1 finale is exciting and acting is incredible.

Grade: 10/10

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*•.¸♡ memories♡¸.•*

pairing: Tom!Peter x y/n

summary (requested): I was wondering if you could do tom holland! Peter x reader? Where Peter and the reader are already married and got kids. But one day, Peter had an accident and lost his memory. Peter doesn’t remember getting married and still thinks that he was with MJ. The doctor then tells the reader that they don’t need to rush things and just wait for how it goes. (Y/n) went home and explained it to her kids about their father has lost his memories. The kids were sad about the news that their father can’t even recognize them.

warnings: mentions of car accident, crying, heartbreak and mentions of concussions and amnesia.

note: this was so fun to write?? It took me HOURS but I'm procrastinating studying so I enjoyed it. It's currently 5 am so I'm so sorry if there were any mistakes I haven't proof read it.

When do I ever proof read my work anyway lmfao

The universe has a knack for ruining good things, regardless of what they are.

That included y/n and Peter's peaceful life that they've created with one another.

It was a bit past the kids' bed time when she got the call, the one that single handedly broke her down.

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"Mom? Ricky is being an asshole again." Maya called from her place near the kitchen island where she was doing her homework, her younger brother Ricky glared at her in disbelief. "I was not!" he called out to his mother, y/n.

y/n just let out a sigh and rolled her eyes as she walked into the living room, a basket of clean laundry under her arm, "I'm getting tired of your banter you two, your aunt MJ is coming in a few so please be polite or no internet for a week."

"Wha- it wasn't my fault! He's the one throwing his stupid ball at me repeatedly! I'm trying to focus on my physics homework." Maya complained, her eyes wide in exaggeration at her mom and y/n shook her head, a playful smile on her lips. "Ricky have you finished your chemistry project?"

"yup, now I'm bored. Nile won't come over 'cause he' s spending time with his girlfriend." Ricky made a gagging noise at the word girlfriend before shivering and y/n snorted. Nile is Ned's son and just like Peter and Ned, the two are basically inseparable. Except when Nile is with his girlfriend.

"Alright then, did you see the new Lego set I got you? It's in your closet." y/n offered, tilting her head with a knowing smirk. Ricky and his dad shared an insatiable love for Lego sets and she knew that will get him off his sister's ass for a while. And she was right when Ricky gasped excitedly before zooming off upstairs.

Maya chuckled and shook her head at her 12 years old brother's behavior, sharing a look with her mom before bursting into giggles. "God he's just like dad."

"Yeah he is."

"When do you think his spider sense will start up?" Maya asked curiously, her pencil moving swiftly between her fingers as she stared at her mother. Maya's sixteen, y/n and Peter had her as a surprise when they were nineteen and she was definitely the best thing that ever happened to them.

"I'd give him a few years." y/n said after some thought, Maya's started when she was fifteen, she was able to sense surprising actions before they happened, had amazing hearing and sharp sight. Peter was quick to help her with all of them and she mastered them all in no time.

Sadly she wasn't able to produce spider webs and was not interested in becoming spider junior, and Peter was more than happy about it. Anything to keep her safe.

Though now they know it most definitely will happen with Ricky and because he's male, they're expecting it to be a bit more intense with him than how it is with Maya. Though Peter is very excited about helping him out with everything.

y/n glanced back at her daughter, Maya was the perfect mix between her and Peter with her own y/h/c hair and Peter's warm brown orbs, she had y/n's nose and lips while Peter's jaw framed her face. She was tall, and still growing which meant she's taking her length from her dad but her body was a spit image of her mother's. And her intelligence is definitely Peter's.

"have you figured out the colleges you're applying to yet?" y/n asked, adjusting the basket to rest at her hips. Maya pursed her lips in a sheepish way and scrunched her nose, "Not yet, but there's definitely a list and MIT is at the top of it."

y/n raised her eyebrows in an impressed manner, "that's good, did your dad tell you that Tony Stark used to go there?"

"yup, he also told me that Mr. Stark was a fuckboy and that I should steer away from those kind of guys." Maya chuckled, shaking her head at the recalled memory, "I can't believe he still hasn't figured out that I'm gay." and y/n burst into laughter.

"He's just a little slow sometimes sweetheart, don't take it to heart."

"I heard someone's gay, who is it?" MJ's voice echoed through the Parker resident from the front door and Maya grinned, "Aunt MJ!" she squealed before throwing her arms around the brunette waist, hugging her tightly. "hello munchkin."

"also it's me, I'm gay."

"Oh yeah I know, so am I."

"I know."

y/n shook her head and gave MJ a side hug, happy to see her best friend after a while. "it's good to see you MJ, I'll be right with you just let me put these away." y/n mumbled, hurrying away to put the basket away and spend time with her best friend.

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y/n was finishing up her chores in the kitchen when she heard her phone ring from the living room, the familiar rington caused a grin to appear on her face. She hadn't heard from Peter in a bit and was starting to worry but he called her a bit before dinner was done and told her he'd be a little late due to overpacked work and traffic.

Picking up the phone, y/n pressed it to her ear, "Hey, you missed dinner." She said with a soft smile, glancing over her shoulder at the plate of food she kept just for him with a side plate of his favorite desert. "is this y/n Parker?" a voice asked and y/n's heart dropped to her stomach.

"yes, who is this?" what is happening he never leaves his phone?

"this is Queen's local hospital, Mr. Parker is in an ER surgical room due to an accident he had endured earlier tonight," the lady that delivered the news sounded autotuned and emotionless, which made the whole situation worse.

Tears immediately filled y/n's eyes as she anticipated the worst, "what? Oh my god is he okay?"

"it's hard to tell right now ma'am, he's in surgery."

"holy shit, okay I'm on my way." y/n hung and ran upstairs, she stumbled into her shared room with Peter as tears flew down her face, her heart rate was skyrocketing as she blindly reached for her nearest pair of shoes and put them on. She struggled as sobs broke through her throat, angrily wiping her tears away.

"mom?" Maya's tired voice came from the door and y/n gasped as she look at her, standing up as she gasped for her breath. "is everything okay?"

"uh- yeah, yeah everything's okay. I just gotta go check on something okay? I might not come back untilorning. Look after your brother alright? Don't open the door to anyone unless it's Ned or MJ, I love you so much." y/n didn't leave for her daughter, she just kissed her forehead and rushed down the stairs and into her car, driving past speed limit to reach her husband.

As soon as she stepped into the hospital, her heart beat raced again, but she kept herself in check. This was not the time for tears, she needed to check on Peter first.

"Peter Parker, I'm looking for Peter Parker, I was last told he was in surgery because of a car accident." y/n told the woman at the front desk, "Yes, I'm gonna need you to wait in the waiting room ma'am, he's not out yet."

And that's how y/n spent the next five hours, sitting on a chair as her legs bounced and her mind ran free. Her whole body shook in worry and she kept blinking the tears away every time they threatened to spill. She got a call from Maya a few hours into her wait and she asked her to call MJ to stay with them, then barely an hour later she got a call from MJ herself and y/n told her about the accident, then she asked her to not tell the kids and just look after them. She said she'd update them when she gets any news.

Just when she was about to get up and pace the lengths of the waiting room, a worn out doctor walked in, "Parker?" y/n shot to her feet faster than lightening with hope in her eyes and fear shaking through her body. "yes?"

The doctor stepped closer to her and smiled gently, "He's alright."

The relief that washed over her was going to force her to her knees and y/n covered her mouth with her hand, laughing in relief. "Oh my god thank you, thank you so much. I don't know what I'd do if I'd lost him."

"we did the best we could but there might be side effects to his accident, he hit his head pretty bad when the car flipped and suffered a severe concussion."

And there was that dread again, "What're you saying?"

"the concussion could've effected his brain and gave him memory loss." the doctor admitted, smiling sadly at y/n. "is it temporary or,,,?" y/n asked with a pout, not knowing what this could mean and frankly, she doesn't want to find out.

This is Peter Parker for God's sake, he probably suffered a lot of concussions as Spiderman. He's gonna be fine.

"We don't know, we'll have to see when he's awake."

"can I see him?"

"Sure, he's resting currently though."

"I don't really care, I need to see my husband."

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It took Peter three hours to wake up, and y/n was already pacing his room. He blinked in confusion, glancing around at the unfamiliar room, then at y/n and-

wait, what was y/n doing here? He thought, furrowing his eyebrows. "y/n?" He mumbled, his voice cracked and hoarse from not talking and lack of water. the girl jumped at the noise in the quiet room before letting out a sigh and a grin at him, realizing he called her name. Good, he remembers. He's fine.

"Hey baby," y/n cooed, gabbing the cup of water a nurse placed next to his bed for when he woke up and gently pressed it to his lips, letting him take a few sips before he held her hand, stopping her.

His touch was comforting but unfamiliar, and the feeling had her gulp in worry. "baby? Where's MJ? What happened?"

Ignoring the MJ part, y/n kneeled so she'd be at the same eye level as Peter, "You had a car accident love, but it's okay you're okay now." she went to caress his cheek but Peter held her hand by her wrist, "Where's MJ, y/n?"

"she's at home with the kids Peter, because I'm here with you. What do you want with MJ?"

He was beyond confused now, and the realization made y/n gasp and choke on a sob. "kids? What kids?" He asked and y/n's jaw dropped along with her heart.

She could've sworn she heard a distant sound of something shattering and she was so sure it's her heart.

"Our kids, Pete. Maya and Ricky, our children. Remember? We're married?" y/n held up her shaking left hand showing him the wedding ring, and Peter shook his head in denial then he held up his own left hand, face dropping when he noticed a matching ring on his own ring finger. "What? No- Since- since when? We're not even dating?"

When the tears came at her this time, y/n didn't try to hold them back. She let them fall freely as she begged for him to remember, maybe even pretend. Maybe that will hurt less than whatever this was.

"yes Peter, we dated when we were in high school. MJ broke up with you because she's gay and you told me you love me, we had Maya and then you asked me to marry you, remember?" sobbed broke through her as she tried to explain everything to him as calmly as possible, he was still shaking his head at her. "you named Maya after May because she asked you to, and you got her a telescope for her fifth birthday because she told you she wanted to see the stars."

"stop."

"you had Ricky's middle name be Benjamin after your uncle and because it's yours too, and you two love doing putting together Lego sets in your quality time." this hurt so bad, y/n was sure her heart was about to be torn straight out of her chest in any given moment.

"stop, please just stop."

"you proposed to me on top of a building, in our spot, while the sun was setting. You told me you'd love me forever, even if forever ended in a moment. Please remember, you're my everything."

"I said stop alright!? Call MJ, I need MJ, not you." and that must've been the worst thing he ever said to her.

As quietly as she could with her sobs rocking through her, y/n nodded and left Peter's room. She headed straight out to her car and cried her lungs out. She thrashed and screamed and hit the steering wheel repeatedly, why did the universe had to hurt her so bad? What did she do? What did he do? Why him? Whatever it was, it had happened, and now she has to go home and tell their kids, and ask MJ to go see him with them.

When she pulled up at their house, her heart clenched in her chest, and she was sure it was gone by now, turned into dust. The numbing pain representing itself in her red eyes and puffy nose and dark circles.

Maya and Ricky knew the sound of their parents' car as soon as it was in their drive way, and the squealed happily. As soon as y/n stepped out of the car, she was tackled. And their affection caused a new wave of tears to pour out silently, and then MJ walked out the door and y/n felt pathetic.

How can she be mad at her, when she's been nothing but helpful and supportive? Plus, she will definitely explain that she's a raging homosexual to Peter when she sees him, right?

Right?

"Hey, you alright?" MJ asked as she stood behind the kids, pulling them away from their broken mother by their shirt collars. "mom? Why are you crying? Is everything okay?" Ricky asked, concern lacing his tone and y/n pressed her lips together to hold back her sobs. "yeah," her voice cracked "it's just that, your dad's been in an accident last night." she said, smiling sadly at the kids.

"What?"

"Wait, seriously? Is that why you left so late last night?"

"Yeah, and that's not all," y/n looked up to meet MJ's eyes, "he lost his memory. He thinks he's still in high school MJ." y/n kept shaking her head as she broke down again, both her and MJ - and Maya- knew exactly what she meant by that.

"Oh no."

"I tried explaining everything to him but he wouldn't listen, he wants to see you."

MJ was stressed, even more than the kids. She looked around before sighing, "okay, how about you get cleaned up then we can go see your dad, yeah?"

"okay." Maya mumbled, wrapping her arms around her brother before dragging him inside, knowing MJ and her mother would need some time for themselves.

"so he really doesn't remember anything?"

"no, he geniuenly thinks we're still in high school MJ, and dating you." the brunette shook her head, "okay let's get you cleaned up then we can go see him. I'll get him to calm down and you can explain everything to him again, he's gotta be confused as fuck right now."

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When they got to the hospital again, MJ walked into his room and Peter knew immediately that y/n was telling the truth when she said MJ was lesbian. She looked very different from high school MJ. Her hair was short and she was more masculine.

MJ was never the type of girl to be shy from representing who she was, and she was bold with her choice of clothing.

"Hey stranger," she greeted him, smiling gently as she stood at the edge of his bed, tugging at her button up shirt's collar. "how are you doin'?"

"what happened MJ?"

The girl sighed and glanced at the door, and Peter followed her gaze, falling on the trio lingering at the door. y/n had an arm wrapped loosely around Ricky's shoulder while the other one held onto Maya's tightly.

"just listen to her, okay? I promise she'll explain everything. We're not high schoolers anymore Peter, you're a father to two amazing kids, you have a great job and a wonderful wife. Just listen to what she's got to say, alright?"

Peter pressed his lips together because a part of him believed y/n earlier. She wasn't the type of person who'd lie, even when they were in high school she never lied and she hated lying.

Plus, the doctor came in earlier and told him he might be suffering temporary amnesia from his accident.

The least he could do is hear her out.

He nodded and sighed, this was going to be a very long journey.

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Heather

Armin Arlert x reader ft Annie L.

Gif not mine. I felt bad for Annie :'), I listened to Heather by Conan Gray in repeat while writing this.

Request; Hello~ May I request A modern Au with Armin x fem reader x Annie with prompt 30 & 68 where it’s like Armin and Annie are dating and lately Armin has been getting distant lately and spending a lot of time with the new transfer student (their in college) reader and she doesn’t know he’s dating anyone at the moment so she asks him out and he says yes and they start to gain heavy feelings for each other and next thing you know Annie finds out and she’s hurt because she also found out reader is pregnant with Armins baby and he want to start a family together with reader even after the confrontation Annie is left hurt and heartbroken and reader and armin end up having a happy little family :3.

Warnings; angst, fluff, references to sex (not really described).

Taglist; @whogonprayformee

Prompts #30 “I want you to be happy, even if it is with her” and #68 “I'm pregnant”

Y/n was beautiful, hell Annie wasn't going to lie. The girl was completely perfect in her eyes, and she was sure others thought the same too, specially Armin.

Annie isn't blind, she had notice the longing looks Armin cast the h/c way, and the lingering touches when they worked together in class work and projects.

Of course she never mentioned, she didn't want to lose Armin, but it was too late it seem like each passing day he was falling more and more for that girl.

“Annie, hey!” Armin came up running towards her a big smile on his face

“Hey Armin..”

They didn't even act like a couple anymore, it wasn't like she was into pda so much, but she had put an effort into it when Armin and her started dating. Now it seem like Armin didn't even want to hold her hand in public or do anything with her when Y/n was around.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to the coffee shop?” he asked smiling at her

“Sure, after class?” she answered

The blonde nodded before kissing her cheek “See you”

Annie, I'm sorry I can't make it to our date, I have to study.

Armin walked up to her after classes were done telling her that, just to find him in the coffee shop with Y/n when she went to buy some cookies for her father.

“Your grandfather sounds like a really thoughtful and generous person”

Y/n smile at Armin after he finished telling her about his grandfather who he lived with. She asked Armin to go out on a date with her when they saw each other in their last class.

“Yeah he is.” Armin responded smiling fondly at her

Y/n noticed a beautiful blonde haired women staring at them from the door, and she smiled softly at the women who had a frown on her face while looking at her in the eye.

“...which one you want?” y/n didn't even realized Armin was speaking to her, she quickly turn her head to him

She realized he was holding a little menu, with the waitress standing there ready to write down on the small (what seem to be a) notebook on her hand and assumed that he meant what she wants to order.

“I want the chocolate chip cookies, with coffee” y/n ordered while looking at the women indicating that the was all she wanted

“How many sugars?” the kind waitress asked looking at her

“Two sugars please, and thank you”

When the waitress left, Y/n looked at the door once again, but the women wasn't there.

“So tell me more about yourself” Armin looked at her with a soft smile

“well...”

Y/n proceeded to tell him, how she lived by herself in a small apartment and some stories from her childhood that she found funny, and apparently Armin did too since he laughed a couple of times.

They had been speaking for a while when the waitress came with a tray, what they ordered being there. They started eating while speaking after each bite or drink they took from what they ordered.

“It was nice to spend time with you”

Y/n smiled at Armin when they finally reached where she lived.

“Yeah, we should do it again sometime” Armin suggested, and the girl nodded

“See you!” she got off the car walking towards the inside of her apartment

And the dates did continue, they have gone to a lot of places together. Y/n felt like she was falling more and more for the blonde with each passing date.

“You know, we have been going out for some time”

Armin mentioned while they were getting out of the cinema after watching a horror movie. Y/n nodded at his words encouraging him to continue.

“And I was wondering if you'll like to you know.. be my girlfriend?” the boy asked scratching the back of neck

Y/n couldn't hold her excitement nodding at him with a big smile on her face “Of course!”

Y/n and Armin had been dating for months before they finally took their relationship to the next level.

Lustful kisses were shared between the two, naked bodies pressed together with passion and love, the bed and themselves being the witness of their love for each other.

“I'm pregnant”

Y/n looked shocked to the pregnancy test on her hand. And turn to Armin who was just as shocked as her.

“Armin I swear, I was on the pill” she said with watering eyes afraid that the blonde wouldn't believe her

“Hey.. it's ok, sometimes they don't work”

After calming Y/n, Armin stood  outside in the balcony of her small apartment nervously, it wasn't like he didn't wanted the kid, he was just in a state of shock.

He hasn't broken things off with Annie. It made him feel so guilty, but he didn't want to break Annie's heart, he knew how much she struggled to express her feelings to others and how she trusted him, and he was afraid of her distancing herself more from others when he finally have the courage to tell her.

He took out his phone sending a message to the girl he once loved.

We have to talk

“I already knew, well except that part where she was pregnant”

Armin looked up shockingly staring at Annie, who had her head lowered down.

“I noticed the way you looked at her Armin, that's how you used to look at me, hell I think that your love for her it's way bigger than the one you had for me. You obviously are better off with her than me, she makes you smile, something I can't even do” Annie gave a emotionless laugh when she stopped talking before continuing “I want you to be happy even if is with her” Annie smile finally looking up at him

Armin felt the guilt consume him “I'm sorry Annie”

“It's okay, now don't get emotional with me” she said dismissively “You better make me maid of honor if you guys get marry”

Armin smiled at her “I will”

“Annie! Come on help me put my dress on, put him in the crib”

Y/n threw a shoe at Annie who was carrying her and Armin's son in her arms.

“This is the first baby I find adorable” Annie said ignoring Y/n once again “Sasha you help her, I don't want to put him down”

“Ok, just wait I need to clean my hands”

Sasha went to clean the ketchup in her hands from the burger she just eated.

Annie continued playing with the baby making funny faces, and he was giggling in her arms.

“Your first words better be my name, young man” Annie told him

Y/n watched them with a bright smile, Annie seem to love her son, just like she was sure her son loved her back so much. She knew about Annie's and Armin's past relationship since they told her, and since then she and Annie became good friends.

Today was her wedding day, and Annie was the maid of honor.

Annie didn't regret letting Armin be happy with Y/n, now she was the godmother of a beautiful 5 months old baby, a little boy who she would do anything for, just for him to be happy.

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Hello! Thanks for reading!, You can support by liking or hitting reblog! Also just a little side note, on your first date don't tell a person if you live alone just in case they're creeps! I just realized something, Sasha eating burger reminded me of something written by @ctrlvr (sorry for tagging you, I can remove it if you want).

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"Please tell me you're not wearing that."

Elayn looked down, then back up with a wide grin. She tugged at her bright rainbow suspenders with her thumbs. "What, not tacky enough?"

Serana gave the ensemble another slow scan. "No, it's… definitely tacky. The combat boots with the khaki shorts is a nice touch."

The grin got wider as she stuffed her hands into her pockets. "They're going to be throwing candy, and I wasn't anywhere near prepared enough last time."

Serana rolled her eyes, but softened it with a smile. "You're ridiculous."

"Isn't that why we're dating?" her girlfriend asked as they headed out the door.

She took a moment to lock up while Serana laughed. "'Careless Whisper' on a boom box outside my window. I can't believe my dad didn't kill you. I know you stole that, by the way. We both went to see that movie when it came out."

"They marketed it as a romcom!" Elayn protested.

They were in the car now. It would be a trick to find parking, but they were running early thanks to Serana's habit of scheduling everything. Elayn was more the type to go with the flow, but living together had her adapted enough that the flow she went with was largely dictated by Serana's schedule. As a research chemist, she worked interesting hours at times, but Elayn was a good roommate, she cooked and cleaned, mostly because she had the time. Lacrosse wasn't a well paying sport compared to something like soccer, but the off seasons gave her plenty of time to maintain their loft. 

"Five dollars an hour?" Elayn griped as the machine printed out their ticket. 

"Homophobia strikes again," Serana said with mock solemnity. 

She snorted and wrapped an arm around her girlfriend's waste. "Which park did you say this thing started in again?" 

It was a little place surrounded by tall buildings, but it was a green patch in a city largely made out of grey. It being Pride Month, the grey was broken up by rainbows. The two wandered around as they waited for the parade to start. 

Well, at least, they started to wander when Elayn caught sight of a dog and all but dragged her girlfriend over to say hi. 

"What's his name?" she asked, so full of enthusiasm she practically floated. "Can I pet him?" 

The dog's owner, someone with a short haircut in a crop top that was orange, yellow, and white striped, nodded. "If he lets you. Sometimes he's not so-- oh gosh," they said, eyes wide as they watched Elayn kneel down and offer a hand to sniff that was immediately accepted. "You must have good vibes." 

"She's a dog person," Serana said with a laugh as the dog put its front paws on Elayn's shoulders so he could lick her face. 

"What's his name?" she asked through slobbery kisses. 

The butch grinned. "That's Duke, I'm Cas. It's nice to meet you!" 

The two introduced themselves just in time for a volunteer to come up with bottles of water. "Our city got voted best water in the state," she said cheerfully. "Take a few, it's gonna be a hot one." 

Before the march, there were speeches. The first was an introduction to the city's first pride parade since the 80s. The second was from a drag queen inviting everyone to the show later that night. Finally, the speeches were closed by an Episcopalian pastor trying to make up for the rest of Christianity's sins. 

"It's starting!" Elayn said excitedly when the crowd started to funnel out of the park. 

The march went down the sidewalk for a few blocks. Traffic was halted and the waiting cars honked while passengers waved. Elayn waved a lesbian flag, Serana had a bi flag, and the two of them dragged a rainbow striped cooler. 

"Mom! Mom!" Elayn heard behind her. "Look, it's two cicadas going at it!" 

She glanced behind her. There was a set of twins, about twelve years old, one of them draped in a trans flag and holding the cicadas that were indeed trying to reproduce. Elayn snorted and hit herself in the face trying to keep a laugh contained. "You like bugs, huh?" 

The girl in the trans flag beamed. "They're my favorite! Well, except for tarantulas, but Mom won't let me have one." 

"The rabbit gets out of its cage enough." The way the girl's mom said it, this was an age old argument. "I don't want to squash it when it ends up in my shoe."

"I had a snake when I was growing up," Serana chimed in. "A corn snake that never got out." 

The twins turned out to be part of a family unit. One twin was trans, and their older brother was too, and as Elayn found soon, was very excited to start HRT. "Get a Gc2b binder," she said. "When I'm feeling like a flat day, it works really well." 

The boy, a younger fourteen, practically floated with excitement. "I will!" 

Serana chatted with the parents while Elayn occupied the kids. "Have you folks been to Pride before?" 

Their mom, a woman named Chelsea, shook her head. "Nope, both kids came out last September and they've been talking about the festival ever since." 

"You seem like really supportive parents," Serana said. It carried the weight of one speaking who has not had contact with their parents since high school. 

Chelsea could tell, and she opened her arms for a hug that Serana was more than happy to accept. 

The march was only about a mile long, and it ended in another park. Elayn craned her neck and said, "I think I see the beer line, wait here?" 

"We will!" said the girl, who was very proud to be named Luna now. 

Serana and Chelsea shared a grin. "I guess we'll wait here," the mom said. 

It was a bit of a line, which was probably not a good thing, but apparently people were restricted on how many drinks they could buy, so at least there was that. While Elayn waited, she was joined by two people wearing pronoun pins that said "she/her". 

Elayn's jaw dropped at the sight of one of the girls' dress, which was a flowing, fae like ensemble. "Holy shit!" she said. "You look amazing!" 

She blushed and ducked her head as she smiled. "Thank you, I got it from Amazon." 

"It's her first Pride," her friend added.

That just amazed Elayn more. "With the sparkles and the green eyeshadow, I wouldn't have guessed. Everything you've got going on is just amazing."

"Thank you!" she squeaked. 

Elayn wasn't alone in thinking the dress was gorgeous. Another person came up to compliment it, and they had such dope tattoos that Elayn could not help but comment. 

"The guy that did them is great," they gushed. "He does blacklight work too!" 

So she got a website saved on her phone for the next time she really wanted to get a tattoo on top of the three she already had; scrollwork on her bicep, a wolf on her shoulder blade, and a small date on her wrist that was the day she met Serana. 

When she got back to her girlfriend and the others, an IPA in hand that was frankly piss, she told them about the girl in the fae dress. 

"I saw her!" Serana exclaimed. 

"Amazon." 

"No way." 

Next was food, especially if she was going to drink a beer. Assuming she actually drank it. "There's some food trucks," she pointed out. "I could go for a corndog." 

"I'm going to get some mac and cheese," Serana said. 

"Mom! Mom!" Luna's twin brother, Ian, tugged at his mom's sleeve. "Can we get pretzels?" 

Chelsea sighed good-naturedly. "I suppose. Do you two want to meet up after?" 

"Over by the stage?" Elayn suggested. 

The group separated. She found the line for corndogs and funnel cake. While she was waiting, the woman ahead of her glanced her way, so Elayn said, "Howdy!" 

"Hey there, hun!" She clapped her on the shoulder. "Having a good time?" 

"I am," she said with a grin. "Everyone here is so nice. There were some moms back there handing out hugs!" 

"Well, I'm a mom, would you like a hug?" 

"I would love that." 

It was a lovely hug, the woman was warm and smelled floral. When they separated, she said, "I'm Elayn! It's good to meet you. Can I get you a corndog?" 

As she pulled out her wallet, the woman waved her money away. "It's Nessa, and actually, I'd like to buy you a corndog." 

"You don't have to--" 

Nessa laughed. "I miss my daughters, you'd be doing me a favor." 

They chatted while the line went down, about lacrosse and about university. It turned out Nessa's two daughters went off to college in other cities, so it had been a while since she saw either. "I had a son," she said. "But now I have a very happy daughter, and I'm so proud of her." 

"I wish I had a mom like you," Elayn said, thinking about growing up foster care. 

Nessa grabbed her in another hug. "Now you do!" 

When she got back to Serana and the others, they were listening to the music booming from the speakers. She had to yell to tell the group about her new mom. 

Chelsea looked a little sad, because she could connect the dots, but Luna and Ian were too busy freaking out over the cotton candy Nessa had bought her too. 

Not long after, the stage was occupied. Elayn was chatting with Luna with her back turned, so she missed it until Serana tapped her shoulder and turned her around. 

"Holy shit!" She hollered and clapped at the sight of a gorgeous, sequin clad drag queen in four inch heels doing a backflip off the stage and onto grass. "Holy shit!" 

As it turned out, the drag queens took tips, and it was at that point that Elayn knew she was about to spend a lot of money. Each queen that performed, and there were many, got a five in exchange for the sheer joy Elayn got when the queen before her touched her hand. 

When there was a break in the performances, she went back to Serana, who had a smirk on her face. "Should I be jealous?" 

Elayn cupped her face, and in a fit of sheer enthusiasm, kissed her girlfriend soundly, to the delight of the twins who hooted. "Don't worry, babe," she teased. "You're the only queen for me." 

"Flatterer." Serana swatted at her chest, but the smile on her face was pleased regardless. 

It was all a blur from there. Fair food, loud music-- and Elayn found beer that wasn't piss! She taught the twins a new vocabulary of cuss words the moment she found out their mom was fine with foul language. They parted around five in the afternoon, when a voice through a megaphone warned attendants that the festival was about to start catering to adults. There was a concert with more drag queens, this time in much more risqué outfits that Elayn would have given a kidney to see on Serana. 

When she said something, her girlfriend got a light in her eye. "Really now?" she purred. "Maybe for your birthday." 

By 11pm, Elayn was high on the party atmosphere and a few beers. The festival was over, and the walk back to their car would be a trick. "Did you have fun?" she asked Serana as they walked hand in hand. 

She got a kiss on the cheek. "I'm so glad I have you. When are we getting married?"

"When I figure out how to surprise you with a ring."