#1610s purse

[digitalfashionmuseum]

Golden Linen Purse, 1600-1630, British.

Victoria and Albert Museum.

#golden #gold #linen #purse #womenswear #extant garments #1600 #1600s #1620s #17th century #1600s purse #accessories #1610s purse #1610s #1620s purse #embroidery #v&a museum

[rooshoom]

I did it. I have Spots verbal quirks in the previous post and now you get to have Spots physical quirks and movements with some quotes from when I noticed he does them.

Poses

Terrible casual ‘guy’ poses

The arm lean, the hand on the hip, the tilted head. He is totally faking the confidence.

“I love how many of your there are!”

“It’s the place with the big collider.”

Shoulders / Arms

When he first walks into the store to rob the ATM, he has super tense shoulders. We see a lot of his stress and tension carried more in his upper body than lower body.

Lots of shrugging

Shrinks in on himself by squeezing his arms to his sides

During the flashback when he brought the spider from 42 to 1610 you can really see how much he tries to squeeze in on himself.

Slings his arms, when he throws his portals his arms fly forward very fluidly. Example when he throws the portal at Pav, Gwen and Hobie, he throws it hard enough that his upper body drops once it’s out of his hand.

Hand movements

Fingers first, if you watch the way he reaches into the ATM he doesn’t just casually reach in, he grabs things with his fingers instead of his whole hand or with his palm

Floppy hand / t-rex arm

Conveys tons of emotions through his hands, like when he is shocked he flexes his fingers open. Maybe picked up on this since he can no longer express emotion through his face.

Balled fists but likely out of nerves. Once again seen in the flashback of the spider.

Points with all of his fingers instead of just one. “You made me into this!”

Standing / walking

It seems like he only stands at full height when he’s trying to convince himself to be confident. “I am the Spot.”

Even when he’s actually confident he doesn’t stand at full height. Right before he disappears inside Pav’s collider, which you can tell by his verbal cues that he’s very confident with what he's about to do, he’s still leaned over.

Knees together, once against this man just wants to appear small.

Clumsy. “I need more spots!” Running into walls, dropping things, and twisting around corners.

Would rather stand, crouch, or stand on his knees than sit down. Look at Gwen watch him ramble to himself while building, he doesn’t sit once.

Crouches with his neck more than his back. “You’ll have a villain worth fighting for.”

Head / Face

Head tilts

Leans forward to see with face first, so lucky he has a hole right there to deflect fists because if he didn’t he would be punched in the face so fast.

When he says “wow four on there.” You can see him lean in with his face. Totally why that old lady beat him with a purse.

Literal nose tilted up attitude later in the movie. When he’s in Pav’s universe dropping scientists into portals, he has face tilted up and nodding along with how many holes he creates.

Other

I see him stim with his legs a lot, such as hopping foot to foot. “This is real.”

Just generally very fluid, watch how he falls into the portal when he yells, “I am your nemesis!” He flops into it instead of bracing for impact. He has no sense of self preservation.

He. Cannot. Fight. Watch all of his scenes and look at how loose he is. A slinky of a man.

Look at how he flails. This man would flinch if you threw a pillow at him.

Y’all, I’m absolutely encouraging you to write Spot X Reader with my lists. I’m trying to make this easy as possible, don’t think babygirl just write a bedtime story for the masses we can all peacefully drift off to. Let me spoil you with the time I spent doing this so you don’t have to.

#jonathan ohnn #the spot #across the spiderverse #the spot x reader #jonathon ohnn #what else should I write about

[axeoverblade]

THINKING ABOUT…

1610! Miles and how his attitude almost ended his life…

Rio continued, flaring her arms around with Jeff cross-armed behind her, looming over Miles as he sat on the living room couch with his head down. “Miles you need to take this seriously! Do you know what happens to people who don’t value their-” “Damn I get it!” Miles cut her off, sticking his hand up at her to stop her talking.

Three.

Jeff eyes budlged out there sockets, his eyebrows furrowing at his son.

Two.

Miles mouth pursed into a thin line with a wince. He looked up at his mom wide-eyed, lowering his hand.

One.

Rio looked around the room trying to find “who in. the. hell. are you talking to?!” She yelled, looking back sternly at Miles. “I am N O T one of your little friends, you hear me?” She flicked him hard on his forehead, causing him to let out a soft ‘ow’.

“Gimme your phone.” She stared at him blankly. “mami it was an accident-”

“Now.”

Miles sighed defeated, pulling his phone out his pocket, handing it over.

“And you’re grounded. Go to your room. ”

Bonus:

Rio and Jeff watched as Miles sulked away to the confines of his bedroom, shutting the door softly to insure there was no more conflict.

“You’re lucky that’s all that’s happening Miles!” Jeff screamed out to the abyss, accusingly pointing his finger at Miles door.

Rio turned to her husband “This is your fault!”

Jeff gasped, opening his arms and looking around confused “wha-me? What did I do?!”

©axeoverblade

I could feel Miles heart drop through the screen guys 😭‼️

Jeff when Miles said that:

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[luvjunie]

— Unforgettable ( 1 )

part one • part two • part three • part four

pairing: e-1610!miles morales x fem!reader

contains: miles rizzing you up after knowing you for two seconds, a beef patty changing the entire course of trajectory for your life. nothing too major

summary: a bump in with a certain boy at the bodega threatens to ruin your previously perfect afternoon until he offers to fix it. you assumed things would end there, and then you ran into him again. wc: 1,634

a/n: this was originally going to be one long fic but i decided to split it up, and i’m estimating around four, maybe five chapters in total. also, chapter one is cute but i thought i should let y’all know that two of them will contain some angst/conflict! this is the first series i’ve ever written so it won’t be the best, and i’m still deciding if i like how i mapped out the rest of the story so please bear with me if updates are a tad irregular 😅

next

To think, a damn beef patty is what started it all.

A beef patty that had tumbled out of your hands, down the sweater you’d just taken to the laundromat— your favorite one, at that— and onto the dirty bodega floor when a hard surface came in contact with you on your way to leave.

“Oh shit—“

“Jeez, what the hell man!”

You lunch gone and your good mood with it, your head lifted a great distance from the murder scene at your feet to meet the apologetic face of who had committed this unjust crime against your rumbling stomach.

“I am so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going…” The boy in front of you murmured sheepishly, palm dragging at the back of his neck.

Lips pursed, your forefinger and thumb pinched at the bridge of your nose as you willed yourself to refrain from cursing him out. New york already had enough of that, you decided as he continued apologizing.

“It’s my fault. I bumped into you, it’s fine.” you grumbled curtly, clearly irked. Shifting the blame onto yourself was your best attempt at keeping your anger at bay. The last thing you wanted to do was cut up in this nice man’s shop, especially not on a Sunday.

With a heavy sigh and a scratch to your brow, you crouched down and swiftly scooped the discarded meal off the floor with a napkin. Great, money down the drain.

“Let me buy you another one.” He said to the top of your green adidas beanie, palms pushed together to accompany his plea.

“No need.”

“I really wanna buy you another one.”

You shot up and tossed the remnants into the trash, your frustration evident in how much forced you used. “Dude, it’s—“

“I’m buying you another one.” he insisted, chin raising when he hollered at the clerk. “Yo, Lenny, lemme get another beef patty, man.”

He shuffled past you before you could decline again, the man behind the counter already sliding a fresh one past the register after having witnessed the run in.

You stared at the back of this stranger, brows furrowed incredulously. He was nice, which was unusual for someone in this city, so your innate response was to be annoyed at his persistence. People were always bumping into you and ruining your day, but no one had ever offered to fix it before.

“That’s the last one I got for the day, Miles.” Lenny, the owner of the shop informed apologetically, his Jamaican accent heavy on his tongue. He knew the boy usually came into his store around this hour for one thing, and it was always for one of his beef patties.

“It’s cool, don’t sweat it.” Waving him off, Miles slapped the cash down onto the counter and snatched the pastry up.

“Here,” He turned to you just as you were brushing your hands off onto your dark-wash jeans, breath held with what he hoped would be a peace-offering, extended out to you. “I’m sorry, again.”

You looked up at him, then back down at the patty in his hand before you gently accepted it, the pads of your fingers lingering in his palm when you did so.

“Thank you,..” trailing off, you blinked up at him, a silent request for his name. He was tall, kind of lanky, and had the prettiest brown eyes you’d probably ever seen. They stared back at you, appearing puzzled before he put the pieces together.

“Oh!— Miles.” he answered with a warm smile, hands tucking into the pockets of his jacket. It was green, your favorite color.

“Thank you… Miles.” you returned his smile with a smaller one, something about it contagious.

Caught up in the way you said his name for a moment, it wasn’t until you were already halfway out the door when he realized you hadn’t told him yours.

“Wait! I didn’t get your—“ he called out to the air, the bell on the shop’s door a taunt of his failed attempt. “Name.” he murmured, shoulders falling with a sigh.

He felt eyes on him and turned to the side, lips smacking against his teeth in annoyance at who’s stare he’d caught.

“Don’t be mad at me, man. You gotta step ya game up.” Lenny threw his hands up in surrender and stifled a laugh, shaking his head at the boy.

Even though he had nothing to be smiling about when he exited the small store—seeing as he was out of five dollars and still hungry—Miles found himself walking home that day with a smile etched onto his face, a little pep in his step and something to keep his mind busy.

Nothing happened, that was obvious, but for some reason he felt like this wouldn’t be the last time he saw you.

—

Exactly one thing was on your mind the next time you entered Lenny’s shop, and he already knew what it was before you’d opened your mouth to ask after approaching the register.

Well, maybe two things, but the second one wasn’t necessary to get into.

“Comin’ righ’tup, sweetheart.” He nodded at you.

“Thanks.” You smiled sweetly, idly tapping your hands against the counter during your short wait.

The white parchment paper cradling your all time favorite snack slid over to you a minute later. You paid quickly, your stomach rumbling just from smelling the savory treat.

Just as you went to turn around, you spotted that same boy who’d ran into you a week ago and nearly ruined your day. Miles, you remembered his name was, as you stuck an apprehensive hand out in front of you, patty pulled close to your chest and brows raised in warning.

“Chill,” He laughed, his hands shooting up in defense. “I’m out your way this time, promise.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, his playful demeanor rubbed off on you. “You better be.”

“Please don’t tell me you got the last one.” He pleaded with hopeful eyes, but wishful thinking never did much for him.

“She sure did.” Lenny called from behind the counter, eyeing Miles closely to see if he’d take the bone he threw. He then ticked his head to the side with a slightly widened stare, as if urging the disappointed boy to make a move.

“Woops.” Using your fingers, you ripped a piece off the patty and popped it into your mouth, shrugging as you brushed past Miles, who had just caught on to what the shop owner did for him.

With your back to him as you pushed the door open to outside, you missed the two fingered salute Miles shot towards the man as a thank you.

He followed after you, swiftly shouldering himself through the closing door and sliding outside, into step with you.

“Tell you what, I’ll give you my number for half of it.” He offered with a boyish grin, long legs able to keep up with ease.

You nearly choked, steps halting when you spun around to face him. What made him think you wanted his number? And maybe you did, because you definitely thought he was cute, but that was besides the point since he didn’t know that.

“Are you flirting with me?” you asked, and he perked up a bit.

“Depends. Is it working?”

You rolled your eyes. “How about my name first?”

He shrugged, leaning back against the side of the building a bit. “I kinda assumed that was a package deal, seeing as I’ll need something to save your contact under.”

Okay, you’ll admit it, that was smooth.

You put your hand on your hip, patty in the other with your head tilted in thought. “Somehow, I feel like this deal benefits you more than me.”

“That‘s possible.” Miles chuckled, and you can’t believe that’s all it took to convince you. How pretty he looked when he laughed. How good your name sounded rolling off his tongue when he’d repeated it back to stake it within his memory.

You quietly hummed to yourself, contemplating. You’d never accepted a guy’s advances this easily, and figured you’d test him in a way he’d most likely fail.

“Quick, what’s my favorite color?”

There was a pause.

“Green.”

Your jaw dropped. “What— How in the hell?” You gaped at him. “How did you know that?”

“You give away more than you know with your eyes.” He grinned. “Saw you eyeing my jacket last week, and you’re doing it again today. And your beanie, too.” With a raise of his eyes from yours, he pointed out the forest green hat pulled snug over your head and your hand mindlessly went to touch it. “But honestly, I was only like, seventy percent sure, so maybe you can call it a lucky guess.”

You quirked a brow. “Oh, so you think I’m checking you out now?”

“No, but I wouldn’t mind.”

Well, you’d managed to lose at your own game, fair and square. Holding his gaze for a minute, you had to restrain a smile from splitting through your calm and collected facade and shooed away the urge with a clearing of your throat.

“Phone.” You held your hand out, beckoning him for it.

Fetching it from his pants pocket, he did the same to you with his other hand, palm upwards. “Patty.”

Huffing in frustration, you awarded him the half he earned and snatched the device, ignoring the triumphant look on his face as you punched your digits in.

—

It was pitiful. It barely took anything for you to take interest in a guy in general— but even if your standards were ridiculously high, there was no doubt that Miles would have weasled his way into your thoughts regardless.

You’d checked your phone at least six times in the past hour in hopes of seeing a text, coming up with unconvincing excuses like checking the time, or the weather— all while blatantly pretending to be oblivious towards the possibility that a message from an unknown number might just be there, too.

And then it came.

[Unknown]: Best patty I’ve had in a while. Food always tastes better when it’s not yours :)

He had you on your stomach, features pulled into a hopeful smile with your legs fluttering in the air off one message. You’d remind yourself to get a grip in due time.

Who’s this?

You knew damn well who it was. But you wouldn’t be who you were if you didn’t play hard to get.

[Unknown]: Damn, you forgot about me that quickly?

You clicked the info button in the top right corner of your phone and saved him as a contact before you replied.

Maybe. Remind me of your name again? Micah, right?

[Miles]: Okay, now that’s just hurtful. I do not look like a Micah!

You laughed to yourself at that, flopping onto your back as you typed a response. In the back of your mind you wondered if things would progress any further than this conversation.

But if only you could’ve time travelled and spoken to your future self, because she would’ve told you that forgetting about a boy like Miles Morales, or trying to, would be impossible.

tags: @cctoma

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[muchosbesitos]

Hey, I’m not sure if you’re open or not, but I have a request that I thought would be hot!

So Miguel x vigilante! Reader. She’s not a hero, but if Miguel needs her then she will help him (is very opposed to it but does it because they used to be friends). Sometimes the two of them will fight, but they would never somehow hurt each other badly.

But one day she gets hurt by some arrogant hero (idk who, maybe a variant of cat woman or smth) and Mig gets PISSED! Like he grabs reader and looks at the other hero as if he was about to commit mass homicide.

And he takes care of reader, but he begins to get Dark! Cause he will not let her leave his house, he treats her like a godddess, will spoil her (idk) but then he will not allow her to call anyone. She also finds out that he called into her work and said that she will no longer be working there. And one day he comes back home and straight up proposes to her, saying how he wants her to be his wife and be his forever. He also begins to start saying how he knows that she likes the thought of him torturing others for her etc etc.

Thank you so so much!!! ~ ☀️

only one you need

pairing: miguel o’hara x vigilante fem reader

contents: some yandere themes, spanking, slapping (once), choking, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, degrading, orgasm denial, smidge of lore (not too important)

author’s note: i hope you enjoy and thank you for being patient with me <33 (i hope i didn’t mess this up 😓)

word count: 3.4K

You weren't a hero by any means. You were the Robin Hood of your community, stealing from the rich and powerful to redistribute amongst yourself and your community. The only thing that motivated you to continue taking beatings regularly was the fact that you knew you would starve if you didn't. Your job paid decent, though it wasn't nearly enough to cover your expenses living in Nueva York along with the cost of food.

You were heading back home after stopping a mob deal when you heard the watch in your pocket go off. It'd been weeks of radio silence and you'd assumed that Miguel simply found someone else to work with. While the two of you constantly butted heads over what methods to deal with your opponents, he was very dedicated to his work which made him tolerable to work with. You also had a preference towards helping him given that you cherished the friendship you had with him. The text simply told you to meet him at Earth-65, that it was an urgent matter to be dealt with.

The earth wasn't too different from the other ones you've encountered, though the streets seemed to be more empty than usual. You went up to the Empire State Building, a constant meeting spot in the worlds that you visited. "Hey Spider-Man, what's up?" You asked him, seeing that he was sitting at the ledge. "Took you long enough," he told you, pressing some buttons on his gizmo and his mask dissipated. You rolled your eyes, sitting down next to him as you waited for a brief of what you'd be doing here. "I called you over because of a villain here," he told you, glancing at you through the corner of his eye. "Ask me for my help with a ‘please’ and I might consider it."

He looked around like he was worried of someone overhearing before he turned to look at you. "Pretty please help me with this," he said, though you weren't expecting him to actually comply. "Okay, what's up with this villain?" You asked him and he stayed quiet for a moment as his lips pursed. "Basically the Kingpin from this dimension wants to repeat what the one from Earth-1610 did," he finally spoke up and you couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"So why not use the same strategy as last time?" You asked him and he let out a small growl at the mention of what happened. "That ended up in more harm than good if you don't recall and this Kingpin's working with the Hand. Apparently they're skilled ninjas or something like that, right up your alley," he responded and your brows furrowed in recognition. "Doesn't Daredevil usually deal with them in every universe?" You inquired, looking up at him. "Daredevil is Kingpin here."

You and Miguel discussed some strategies on how to deal with your little problem when you felt a gush of wind zoom right past you. Before you two had a chance to attack, the two of you found yourselves tied up in a rope. Your attacker came into view, resulting in none other than Felicia Hardy, and she came in close to analyze the two of you. "Well, you're much more handsome than the usual Spider-Man," she purred, stroking Miguel's cheek as she spoke. "Kingpin wanted me to send his regards, though he doesn't appreciate you two trying to stop him," she continued, stepping back once she finished with her observations. "Seems counterintuitive to help out the man who killed your father," Miguel spoke up, letting out a scoff.

Felicia’s eyes darkened for a moment before they returned back to normal, a smirk on her face. "I don't do things that don't benefit me," she simply said, looking down at the two of you. "So, do you choose to take the warning or continue with this little strategy of yours? The Hand will never let you even two inches close to him," she inquired, tapping her foot on the floor. Miguel took the chance to unsheath his claws, the rope falling on the floor. Felicia whistled, a circle of ninjas surrounding the two of you.

The two of you split up, defending yourselves against the Hand, while Felicia watched idly by the side. You got on top of her, planning to tie her up and ended up getting punched on the nose. You recoiled, your defenses weakened when you felt a sharp sting in your stomach. You looked down to see that one of the ninjas stuck a katana in you, the blood starting to pool on the floor. Miguel pulled the ninja off you and grabbed Felicia by her neck, dangling her as he picked her up. His talons unsheathed at his sides, a small growl coming up his throat as he opened his mouth, fangs ready to attack her.

"Miguel!" You screamed, holding your stomach as you tried to control the bleeding. You looked up to see Felicia, the fear evident in her eyes even though her stoic expression didn't show it. You couldn't help but feel a bit of guilty as you saw her for what she was in that moment. She was willing to do anything to get her father back, even work with the man that scorned her. Miguel turned to look at you, his eyes softening and his talons retreating as he set down felicia. Your vision began spotting up, and the only thing you felt was Miguel's arms helping you up before you passed out.

You woke up with the sun shining in through the curtains in a unfamiliar room before the events from earlier came back to you. You looked down to your stomach and realized that the stab wound was mostly healed, minimal scarring visible. You looked over to see Miguel walking in, holding a pill with a glass of water. "You finally woke up, how are you feeling?" He asked, handing you the pill and water. "Just a little pain. How long have i been out for?" You inquired, putting the pill in your mouth before gulping down the water. "You've been out for almost a week."

"Thank you for taking care of me, but I have to get back to my universe. I'm sure my job won't let me spend me any more time off," you told him once you finished up with the water, wiping your mouth. "You don't have to worry about that anymore, I called them to tell that you wouldn't be coming in anymore," he responded eerily calm and your eyes narrowed.

"Why would you do that, Miguel?"

"Because you don't have to worry about your financial situation anymore. You'll be staying here with me and I'll be taking care of you."

"But what about the people in my neighborhood?"

"I'll take care of their necessities."

You took a couple seconds to consider what he was telling you before nodding. "Okay, sure," you responded, folding your arms awkwardly. The concept was foreign to you, of having to depend on someone else for your financial needs. You'd been working to provide for yourself since you were able to, though you lived very minimally. "Did you manage to get Kingpin?" You asked, looking over at him. "I did, I got some of the other members from the Society to help me. I'm sorry for putting you in danger. The last thing i wanted was for you to get hurt," he responds, rubbing the side of his neck.

"It was just a little cut, I’ll be fine," you tried to downplay the situation, despite the fact that you felt a pain every time you moved. "I'll take care of you while you heal, okay?" He reassured you, kissing your forehead before he walked out of the room. You sat down on the bed as you tried to wrap your head around the situation, that you'd never have to work again or have to settle for the minimum. You began to accept the idea the more you thought about it even if you weren't too sure why Miguel was doing all this for you.

"Hey, Miguel? Why're you doing all this for me?" You asked him when you came out to the kitchen, seeing that Miguel was cooking something up for the both of you. "I care about you, even if I haven't really shown it through my actions. You're the only person I can really tolerate being around for extended periods of time," he responded, looking over at you as he set down the spoon. You helped him out by chopping some of the vegetables, glancing at him through the corner of your eye. “I took the opportunity to go to your universe to bring back some of your clothes. I hope you don't mind knowing that I went through your closet," he told you as he poured in the chopped vegetables in the soup he was making. "I don't mind, thank you for that," you responded, looking through the cabinets for some spices.

You felt your breath hitch as Miguel moved behind you, reaching towards the cabinet above you. He placed his hand on your hip for a split second as he grabbed the spices, pulling them out. You missed the touch as soon as he walked away, going towards the oven once more. You watched as he cooked, pouring in the oregano and thyme, keeping his eye on the container to not pour in too much. You excused yourself from the kitchen, going back into the bedroom.

You called one of the girls you'd been helping back in your universe, hoping that she'd been doing well in your absence. "What are you doing?" You heard from behind you, Miguel coming into the room. "I'm trying to call one of the people I used to help out back home, see how she's doing," you responded, looking back at him. He grabbed the phone from you, hanging up before sticking it in his pocket. "No more of that. The only person you need to talk to is me. I'm the only person that you need," he told you, holding up your chin as he spoke. "But I’m worried about her, Miguel," you tried to defend yourself but he wasn't budging on the subject. "I'll go check up on her tomorrow if that's important to you. But you won't be talking to anyone else. Like I told you, I’m the only person that you need."

Even though you should've ran for the hills after he told you that, you didn't mind only being with him and only spending time with him. He'd even given you an Amex card, telling you to spend whatever you want to your heart's content. Needless to say, your wardrobe ended up expanding into luxurious items and you bought more expensive jewelry. Miguel often told you how much he liked seeing you spend his money, how much he liked seeing you glammed up and just because of him.

Your relationship with Miguel continued to grow throughout the following weeks, the two of you ended up having dinners together and doing activities in the house. Though you had a longing to spend time with other people, you could appreciate that Miguel let you keep the interdimensional watch.

Miguel arrived from work late at night, his eyebags prominent as he stepped out of the portal. "Hey, how'd it go today?" you asked him, walking up to him to wrap your hands around him. "It was okay. I'm gonna go change into something comfortable and I'll join you for dinner," he told you, dipping his head to kiss your forehead. He walked away, retreating back to the bedroom to get changed and you headed into the kitchen. You served a plate for you both and set them down on the table, sitting down as you waited for him to come out.

Dinner had gone as usual, mostly just talking about what you'd done inside the house and him talking about what kind of creatures he'd encountered. Though you felt some sort of longing at being able to go to the streets and fight again, you couldn't help but wonder if your efforts were all just in vain after all. That no matter how much you gave it your all in the fights that you had, it wouldn't matter in the end and that made it easier to make yourself more comfortable just staying with Miguel. You were about to head upstairs after finishing up the dishes to get ready for bed before you were stopped by him calling out your name.

You turned around to see miguel on one knee and all the air in your lungs escaped as you saw the box he was holding. "Will you marry me?" The request was simple but his face told you that everything about the gesture was not. You could see the love that he held for you as he looked up at you and you couldn't help the tears that rolled down your cheek. You nodded quickly and went over to kiss him, rubbing the tears away from your cheeks. "I'd love to marry you, Miguel."

The union was at Miguel's house and the only people present were the priest and Peter B. Parker to authenticate the wedding. You had on a beautiful floor-length white dress while Miguel had on a black tux, the material fitting him snugly. "You may now kiss the bride," the priest told the both of you after the vows were done and Miguel placed his his hands on your hips as he kissed you. The priest left a couple minutes after that and Miguel headed upstairs to get the nice whiskey out.

You took the opportunity to make conversation with Peter, wanting to know more about his close friend. You were in the middle of discussing what Miguel was like at work with him when Miguel grabbed your arm, pulling you behind him. "I think it's time for you to leave, Peter. Me and my wife have some talking to do," he told him, his voice eerily calm despite how much his back had tensed up as he spoke. Peter congratulated the two of you once more before he left the house and Miguel turned to look at you, his eyes narrowed. "Run."

You felt your heart thumping as you hid underneath the bed and the only thing you could do was listen to Miguel's taunting calls. "Where are you, conejita? Don't you wanna come out and play?" He purred, his voice echoing throughout the empty house. (bunny) Miguel came into the bedroom, his footsteps shuffling around as he opened up the closet door and peeked inside before shutting the door. You let out a sigh of relief but that relief was short lived when your legs were pulled back, forcing you out of your hiding spot.

"Do you know what you did wrong, mi amor?" He asked you, his tone condescending as he held a firm grip on your chin. "I talked to Peter when I shouldn't have, I'm sorry," you replied, your eyes drifting towards the ground in shame. "Aht, none of that. Look at me," he ordered and you complied, looking up at him. "Tell me conejita, what do you think the adequate punishment for that is?" He inquired, his voice husky as he sat down on the bed, bringing you down onto his lap. Your throat bobbed as your mind ran blank and Miguel couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "You shouldn't have left it up to me, muñeca." (doll)

You let out a whine as his hand met the plush skin of your ass once more, the skin stinging from the amount of times he'd done this. "Count or we're starting over from zero," he told you as tears ran down your cheeks. "Ten!" You whined out, your pussy clenching against nothing as your juices coated his pant leg. "Can't even punish you because you end up liking it like the slut you are," he hissed, bringing his hand up to slap your other ass cheek. The two of you kept this up until he reached twenty and he looked down at you, his brows furrowing. "What's the color?" He asked, his voice taking on a light tone despite what he'd just done. "Green," you responded, getting up from the bed before Miguel took you in his arms with ease.

You were laid down on your back as Miguel took off his pants, the tip of his cock red as it glistened with precum. You spread your legs instinctively and he started to insert his cock in slowly, making sure to give you some time to adjust before he got started. Soon enough, his hips were snapping against yours with every thrust that he took and his hand went up to your neck, squeezing gently. "The only one you need and will ever need is me, understood?" He told you as he continued to abuse your cunt with his cock. You struggled to form words in your head so you moaned out in approval, only being met with Miguel's hand slapping across your cheek. "I need a verbal response, conejita," he told you, his hand returning back to the spot around your neck. "Y-Yes!" Your voice came out garbled as you try to conjure up the words and let out a soft hum in approval before he placed your legs against your chest.

"I think you like knowing that I would kill anyone for you. That I wouldn't let anything happen to you, mi amor," he told you, his voice coming out strained as your walls squeezed around his cock. The headboard slammed against the wall as he continued to thrust deep into you, his pace never faltering. You felt your orgasm approaching you quickly and your moans got louder, your hands gripping the bedsheets. The sweet euphoria of the orgasm never came, though, because Miguel pulled out his cock right as you were about to approach your peak. "You really think you can cum with that little stunt you just pulled?" He asked you, letting out a laugh before you had a chance to protest.

He pushed his cock inside of you once more in a swift motion, your hands gripping his forearms as he continued. "Please! Make me cum, Mig!" You pleaded, tears rolling down your cheeks. He leaned down, licking away your tears as he let out a small chuckle. "I will, princesa. You'll be begging me to stop by the time this is over," he responded, his hands on your hips as he pushed in deeper and faster. "You'll be so pretty when you're full of my cum. That's all you're meant to be, my pretty little wife and the bearer of my kids. Those tits full of milk and everybody will know just who you belong to," he told you, his hand coming down on your clit as he rubbed small, sloppy circles on your clit.

Luckily enough, he let you cum this time and your releases coated his shaft, providing him enough lubrication to slide in easily. He came soon after as he felt your walls squeeze his cock dry, his cum coating your walls completely. You'd expected him to stop right there but he continued to thrust inside of you, keeping that same pace from before. "I told you, you'd be asking me to stop by the time this is over," he told you with a smirk, bending down to kiss you as he placed your legs over his shoulders.

You were unsure of how many times you'd came by the time the night was over and all the thoughts in your brain had been turned into mush. Miguel pulled out his softening cock out of you, your plush walls stuffed with his cum after his multiple orgasms. He grabbed a cloth from the bathroom, cleaning you up gently so to not give you any more stimulation. He held you close to him as you came down from your orgasms, your breath returning back to normal. "Did I go too far?" He asked you gently, his hand rubbing small circles on your back. "No, it's okay," you assured him, pressing a small kiss on his cheek. "Te amo, esposa. Nunca te quiero perder." (i love you, wife. i never want to lose you)

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[moralesluvr]

Hii. So I had this idea where it’s (e-1610) miles saving Reader from something and when he finally looks at her he immediately becomes attracted towards her (like love a first sight thing) and gets all shy and cute

love at first sight ft. miles morales

♡ pairings & aus: miles morales x fem!black!reader, college au, cafe au. ♡ summary: after getting hit on after walking home from work, your friendly neighborhood spiderman is here to save you-- and he‘s stunned when he sees you. ♡ warnings: none jus fluff! ♡ a/n: this is so extremely self indulgent because i wear glasses and i was just visualizing this the whole time LOLLL ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

YOUR SAGE-TINTED FINGERNAILS PINCH around the soft material of your apron, a broken sigh tumbling off of your reddened lips as you placed it on the coat rack in the back of your workplace. Another huff leaves you, this time of relief, eyes darting to the clock that resides on the wall. It reads, it digital numerals, '10:22.'

You should've closed twenty minutes ago, but of course, some of your avid regulars insisted that they needed a coffee or slide of banana bread right as you had grabbed the broom from the back, ready to shut the cafe down. But you couldn't complain because you were at least happy that you had the next couple of days off, so you let your worries roll off of your t-shirt clad shoulders, grabbing your purse and keys from your work cubbie and switching off the lights.

Keys jingling as you step outside, you stick a golden one into the hole that's below the door's handle, locking it and beginning your walk down the street.

A shiver courses through your veins, your body not quite adjusted to the sweet, yet wintry cold that summoned goosebumps on your bare forearms. You hugged yourself and tucked the sides of your coat in, throwing your Coach bag over your shoulders as the pretty lights of Brooklyn advocated for your lack of vision.

The cafe that you worked at was the only place you could earn money and also enjoy. Your boss was one the upperclassmen that you knew from your university, which really helped because she always gave you days off and flexible work hours. All your co-workers were just close friends or classmates-- plus, you loved to bake, so it really was a genuine place of interest.

You're humming one of your favorite songs down the block when you reach a strip of shops. There's a pub nearby and you always hold your breath when you pass it-- because it's not so much a bar, but more of a place where teenagers hang out and smoke or drink ill-tasting beer. Usually you're safe passing through, but that wasn't necessarily the case tonight.

A boy that you recognize from your university stumbles out of the place, eyes reddened and droopy as he stopped you in your tracks. He smirked at you, "Why're you walkin' all by yourself? Need some company?"

Pushing a curl back behind your ear, he beams a smile at you, one that makes your stomach feel uneasy as you slowly moved his hand back down to his side.

"No, Aaron, I don't. I...have a boyfriend." You lied through your teeth. You definitely didn't, but you needed a valid excuse as to why you didn't want this creep taking you home.

"I think you do need some company, though, pretty thing." He insists, pushing himself closer to you, a laugh sounding from his throat. "I don't see your boyfriend. What kind of man would leave his girl alone at night, walking down the streets of New York?" His hands find home on your waist and you let out a squeal, "Stop!"

Although it's no use. He continues, trying to learn into your lips as you fight his tight embrace. But he's stronger, and you genuinely think that you're a goner until a tall figure in a-

Spider-Man?

He comes literally out of nowhere, standing in front of Aaron as he grabbed both of his arms, removing his grip on you. The masked vigilante twists his hands behind his back and he screams, biting his lip, "This your pathetic boyfriend, huh? Some idiot playing around in a mask?"

Spider-Man says nothing to that, except he just shoots a web at Aaron's hands, pinning them behind his back. He then flips him around and webs his mouth, moving closer to him. He whispers against his skin, "Shut up."

Aaron's eventually pinned to the brickwork of the pub's walls, when Spider-Man finally turns to look at you. You're smiling, even though anxiety is still pumping through your blood, "Thank you, Spider...Spider-man?"

He just stares at you.

You're so pretty, curls tucked back in a ponytail with some loose ones hanging against your dark glasses frames. You're clad in a leather jacket and a pair of ankle-high boots, a pretty skirt resting on your thighs. The moonlight glows against your brown skin, and he finds his mouth dry because it's wide open.

You cock an eyebrow at him, "Spider-Man? Are you okay?"

And although he longs to say something, to get the words out, he can't help but give you one last glance as he finds himself webbing to a wall, swinging away without saying a word.

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[florencemtrash]

Hummingbird: Chapter Eight

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

What if the Earth-1610 (Miles’s universe) version of Miguel’s wife was actually Miles’s AP Art teacher?

Masterlist

Warnings: Some suggestive content and fluff

You squeezed your eyes shut against the light streaming in through the window, painting the backs of your eyelids like a sunset. You were uncharacteristically warm and comfortable in bed, but you burrowed further under the covers, rolling over and immediately hitting Miguel’s chest. You blinked in surprise. You’d grown so accustomed to the weight of his arm around your waist in the night that you’d forgotten he was there. Heat flooded your cheeks. 

You were both still very, VERY naked.

Miguel grumbled in protest when you shifted in his arms, wrapping them tighter around you and pulling you against his chest. He hummed in satisfaction, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck before he sighed and went back to sleep.

It must have been noon and you didn’t doubt this was the longest night of sleep he’d gotten in a while. You relaxed into his touch, running your fingers through his hair and hearing a soft murmur of approval slip through his lips. You were entranced by him. His breathing was a comforting, even beat, brushing across the skin of your neck so that every so often you’d shiver from the closeness of it all. You continued to bask in his warmth and the little noises of contentment that escaped from him as you traced the muscles and curves of his back, noting the rougher scar tissue beneath your fingertips and wishing you could rub them away.

Eventually he stirred awake, pressing his face against your heart and kissing you everywhere he could reach.

“Buenos días, mi amor.” He murmured softly, eyes lighting up when he saw the color once again flood your cheeks. “You’re blushing.” 

“I am not.” 

“Yes you are.”

“No, I’m n-” 

Your words were cut off with a gasp when he pressed his lips against yours, hands coming up to cup your jaw and pull you closer. Heat raced through your body, familiar and all-consuming.

“Yes you are.” He whispered into your ear. You shivered and blushed even more.

“It’s not a crime.”

Again that smile of his crossed his face. “I know. I just like to see you blush.” 

An idea popped into your brain that made you smirk. Your hands drifted lower… and lower. 

His eyes widened and he stuttered. “Y/n-”

“I like to see you blush too.” You said with a wicked smile before climbing on top of him.

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You collapsed on top of his chest, both of you gasping to catch your breaths. 

What time was it now? Three o’clock? Four? You didn’t care. You were sweaty and spent and ready to go back to sleep, even if that meant you would have done nothing productive that day. Well… that was a lie. You’d done many things… many times.

“I like the bed better than the kitchen floor.” Miguel said in between deep breaths, hands still gripping your hips like a lifeline.

Your eyes widened and you couldn’t help it. You burst out laughing, burying your face into his shoulder.

“Oh god. We really did it on the kitchen floor last night.” 

You didn’t even want to think about the mess you’d have to clean up later - both in your bedroom and in the kitchen. The sheets alone were a mess. 

Miguel was grinning from ear to ear. “We did it on the kitchen floor.”

“Stop!” You slapped his chest, trying to suppress your smile, “You don’t have to remind me. I was there.”

“I never said it was bad. I just like the bed better.” He smirked, “It’s bouncier.”

“Oh my goodness, shut up!” 

He was shaking with laughter beneath you. “Make me.” He dared.

You pursed your lips, suppressing the desire to blush and laugh once again. Miguel was alight with happiness, wiggling his eyebrows at you and daring you to take him up on his offer. 

You shook your head. “I-” You poked him in the chest, wrapping the sheets around you and blinking to the bathroom door. “Am going to take a shower.” 

Miguel shouted in disappointment, throwing his hands up in protest now that he was lying in bed completely exposed. But he immediately shut himself up when you threw him a sultry look and asked, “Care to join me?”

He was by your side so quickly you wondered if he had suddenly gained teleportation abilities of his own. You yelped, slapping your hands over your mouth in surprise when he scooped you up in his arms.

“Always.” He said, smiling as he carried you over to the shower. When he saw that it came with a built-in bench seat his smile turned into a wicked grin. “Nice shower.”

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“Do you think they-”

“Oh absolutely.” 

“Without a doubt.”

“Seriously, like-”

“I’m so happy for them! We’re going to have more spider-babies!” 

“Pavitr, what the fuck?”

“That’s really what you’ve been thinking about?”

“Whaaaaat, I’m a romantic.”

“Ok but like actually. You think-”

“Yes.”

“I saw her moving her things in.” 

“Do you think they’d adopt m-”

You coughed. Loudly.

Peter B., Gwen, Pavitr, and Miles spun around, looking at you like deer caught in headlights. 

“Heeyyyyyyyyy, Ms. Y/n! We were just talking about you.” Pavitr said, waving enthusiastically.

“I can see that,” You said, arching your brow and folding your arms over your chest. 

Pavitr barrelled through, missing your sarcasm.

“How are you and Miguel? How’s the move-in going? I’m assuming you made it official and everything, but Miguel hasn’t told us anything and I know you’ve been swamped with work but-” 

“Pavitr-”

“And switching universes must be a lot of work, but I’m dying to know all the details. Like have you guys gone on a date yet? Oooooh there’s this fantastic restaurant on 65th and Roover with the best malai kofta,” He gasped, “Oh my god are you guys getting married! Are you going to have kids soon?”

“Whoa, wait a second-”

“CAN I BE PART OF THE WEDDING?!”

“Pavitr!” You clamped your hands down on his shoulders. He was practically vibrating with excitement. “We are not getting married and yes we’ve gone on a date. Not that that’s any of your business.”

“Bullshit!” Peter booed, cupping his hands around his mouth. Miles and Gwen joined him.

“Language!”

“Bullllllllshiiitttttttttt.” 

“Peter!” “Whaaat?” He threw his hands up in surrender, “It is absolutely our business knowing what you freaky spiders are getting up to.”  

Your face turned brick red and Peter’s face lit up even more when he caught sight of Miguel lumbering up behind you, two cups of coffee in his hands.

“Miguel!” 

Miguel handed you your mug before he wrapped a casual arm around your waist like it belonged there, and without even realizing it, you leaned into his touch. Gwen and Miles shot each other a look as Pavitr once again began to vibrate like a chihuahua on Cuban coffee.

“Enjoying yourselves?” Miguel asked, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead - an action that made you blink in surprise. He had never come across as a kissing-in-public type, but just then he’d kissed you like it was as natural as breathing.

“Not as much as you two are enjoying each other.” 

Everyone groaned at Peter’s terrible joke, but he paid no mind. Mayday was home, so he would let loose. 

Miguel’s arm never left your side, even as Peter kept dropping half-veiled, dirty jokes all throughout lunch. You were surprised Miguel stayed as long as he did, letting you steal fries off his tray as he chatted with Peter. 

The spiderlings - the affectionate nickname you had for any Spider-person under 21 - listened with rapt attention, chiming in with their more than occasional thoughts and comments. Conversation ebbed and flowed around the table, the ruckus growing when Penny and Spider-Noir joined in later. Both were equally surprised to see their normally stoic and ill-tempered leader begrudgingly settle a debate between Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr on the physics of bread falling butter-side down. 

Peter couldn’t help the grin that remained plastered to his face. Miguel looked at ease, stealing glances and sending soft smiles your way as you played Cat’s Cradle with Penny’s robot and marveled at the little chirping sounds it made. 

He was cracking jokes - small ones, but more than Peter had heard in years. He couldn’t be happier for you two… and selfishly he and MJ wanted another married couple to go to wine tastings with. 

“You know, you never said thank you.” Peter said slyly to Miguel, leaning over the table and giving him a wink, “Now, now I’m willing to forgive you because emotions were high and you had other things going on, but I still think-”

“Thank you, Pete.” Miguel said, laying his hand on Peter’s shoulder. 

Peter drew back in surprise. Miguel hadn’t used that nickname in years. He was still smiling, briefly looking over at you as you continued your conversation with Miles. His gaze softened and he absentmindedly rubbed your hip bone with his thumb, just to remind himself that you were real and sitting next to him. 

“Truly. Thank you. For everything.” 

Peter swallowed thickly, not expecting the wave of emotion that hit him like a truck. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but seeing his best friend spiral out of control after losing his family had broken something inside him, something that was only just starting to mend itself.

He coughed in his hand, using the opportunity to wipe his eyes, “Yeah well it was nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing. Not to me.”

Peter sniffed, “Ok stop it. I can’t handle you when you’re being gushy and emotional.”

Miguel smirked, “I’m being emotional.”

“Shut up.” 

Miguel snorted, taking a deep drink of his coffee. Peter looked at him carefully.

“I better be the Best Man at your wedding.” Peter said, sniffing again. 

Miguel raised his eyebrows, “Who else would it be?” 

“Yeah you’re right. You don’t have any other friends.”

“Damn. Ouch.” 

“...Sorry.” 

Miguel tipped his head back and laughed, a deep rumbling sound that grabbed everyone’s attention. After a brief moment’s pause, Peter did too.

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“So… I guess they all know now.” You said. You sat on the bathroom countertop, face clean and teeth brushed as you waited for Miguel to finish his nightly routine. He patted his face dry, and you wanted to bury yourself in the crisp scent of his aftershave.

“Is that alright?” Miguel asked, slotting himself between your legs and gently kissing your chest. 

You smiled, thumbs tracing over his smooth, freshly shaved skin. His hair curled tightly around the nape of his neck where it was still wet and you twirled it between your fingers, watching the dark strands spring back. He melted into your hands like putty.

“Yeah.” You said, “That’s perfectly alright with me.” Miguel smiled back, “Good.” He whispered against your lips before capturing your mouth in a kiss. He tasted like toothpaste.

“Bed?” He murmured, catching the slump of your shoulders and the tiredness in your eyes.

You sighed in relief, “God, yes.” 

Without warning he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your shared bed. You suspected it was something you’d have to get used to now that you would be living in Nueva York with him. 

With him.

The thought made you giddy inside. 

Miguel slid into bed beside you, one arm snaking around your waist and pulling you flush against him. You could feel his solid chest against your back moving with the rhythm of his breaths. He sighed in contentment, burying his face in the crook of your neck and breathing you in. You still smelled like your shampoo.

You kissed the palm of his hand before cradling it close to your heart. 

“Mi vida,” Miguel murmured, his voice laced with drowsiness. You pulled yourself from the brink of sleep and hummed in response. 

“Thank you.” He said quietly.

“For what?”

Miguel pressed a gentle, reverent kiss against your neck, “For staying with me. For saving me.” 

Your lips curled up in a faint smile. Two years ago you never would have imagined this kind of life for yourself - a life of adventure with superpowers and Miguel. You’d both come a long way since that night when he’d saved you from the super collider. But even then, you’d known that he was someone safe… that he was your home. 

There were an infinite number of rules to the multiverse that neither of you understood. But you had a feeling you were always meant to find each other. One way or another. 

This version of Miguel and this version of you. 

Together. Across time and space. Always.

“You’ll save me and I’ll save you. That’s what we’ve always done and that’s what we’ll continue to do.” 

You didn’t see him smile, but you felt it.

“I like the sound of that.” Miguel whispered.

“Me too.” 

“I love you.” 

“I love you.” 

He waited until your breathing evened out, finding peace in the quiet sighs escaping your lips, before he let himself fall asleep. And for the third night in a row since you’d moved in with him, he enjoyed a deep and dreamless sleep. One of many more to come with you by his side.

<- Previous Chapter

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Author's note:

I have learned that I am kind of shit at writing endings (hence why this chapter took me so long to post...oh well).

Thank you all SO FREAKING MUCH for reading. I hope you enjoyed it and I hope I was able to do these characters justice.

Finally, thanks for sticking with me through all the chaotic updates. I still feel like I have more to write with these characters and I love them all so much, but a story has to end somehow.

So here we are, folks. At the end.

Love,

Florence B.

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[milesandcorysupermacy]

"I know someone who can" (Part 1)

1610!Miles x Confused-Black-Fem!Reader

Genre: Friends-to-lovers, Fluff, lil bit of angst

Warnings: We're like lowk cheating 😭, Cursing, Use of N Word, Google Translated Spanish, That's it I think lemme know if I missed sum 🤷🏾‍♀️

Songs that it's based on: Let Me Love You By Mario, Don't By Bryson Tiller

Summary: Basically, you get into a lil argument with your man (Jaleel) and run to Miles. You tell him that it's been like this for a while and he isn't having any of that. He tells you that you deserve better, luckily he knows someone who can provide better 😉

The IG Post:

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"You are so fucking insecure, it's unbelievable"

You say, rolling your eyes. You were sitting on Jaleel's bed, with your arms crossed. This nigga had the audacity to press you about an IG post on your PRIVATE Instagram. The post wasn't even that bad. Jaleel's been like this ever since the start of your relationship. At first. You just thought it was cute that he was a little possessive, you thought he was just showing that he cared. But now you're 4 months in and that shit just not cute anymore!

"I'm insecure? Nah I'm just responsible for you, and ion like you out here showing ya ass for all these lil niggas that are thirsting over you. You MY bitch."

Hold up...you know he ain't just say what you THINK he said. All your respect for him went out the window the second he said that. Plus, he wasn't even looking at you during this whole argument, this nigga is turned around, on his PS5, in his gaming chair, paying you no attention. You know what...you don't even care that you're at his house at this point, you're about to say what's on your mind.

"FIRST of all, I'm nobody's bitch. Second, Boy you are not responsible for me. Nigga, you ain't my daddy. You make it seem like I'm just a job, not your girlfriend. You know what...Miles WARNED me about you and I should've listene-"

You said, before getting so rudely cut off by the dreadhead in front of you. To be honest, you probably just fell for the height and hair. (Because if a 6 foot dreadhead walked up to you, you would take the opportunity too. Don't lie.)

"There you go, always talking about that nigga. 'Miles this, Miles that', since you wanna talk about him so bad why don't you just go be with him. But let me tell you something, that'll be the biggest mistake of your life. Because, he don't want yo' ass anyway. I'm the best thing you'll ever ha-"

He's cut off by the sound of you grabbing your shoes, and purse, hopping off the bed. One thing your mama has always told you is 'If you disrespect yourself, you'll allow others to disrespect you' and you weren't about to sit up here and be disrespected.

Jaleel turned around in his chair and looked at you, puzzled.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm grabbing my stuff and leaving, I'm not about to let you talk to me like this. J, I deserve so much better and that's what I'm about to go get."

You said, walking to the door. You heard him stand up out of his gaming chair and run after you. With the controller still in his hand, he stood in front of you. Blocking the exit of his apartment.

"Wait, wait, wait. Bae, I'm sorry, ok? Maybe I took it far this time but, you know you're not gonna actually leave me, right?"

He chuckled out, thinking this whole thing was a joke. Little did he know you weren't playing.

"Look, you can be delusional if you want to but I'm done."

You say, pushing past him and walking out the door. You heard faint sounds of Jaleel cursing in the background. You honestly weren't paying attention, there was just so much going through your head. You honestly couldn't believe that you just did that. You just kept your head down, continuing to walk down the hallway of the apartment complex. You felt tears well up in your eyes, not from sadness, but pure rage. You couldn't even believe that you stuck around for that long. How could you do that to yourself? Did he ever really care about you? Was he being egotistical? Was he right about you wanting to get with Miles? What are you gonna tell your mo-

You heard a little thump from your shirt rubbing against someone's jacket, dragging you out of your train of thought. You must have accidentally bumped into someone on your walk home.

"I'm sorry"

You said with a slightly congested, scratchy voice since you were just crying. Before looking up to see who it was, you recognized the Jordans and shadow of a tall, sort of lanky boy with a taper fade. Apparently he recognized you too.

"Y/N? Mami, why are you crying? Where's your jacket, you must be freezing!"

He said, pulling you into his embrace in the cold weather, wiping the tears from your eyes.

"Voy a matar a quien te haya hecho esto."

(I'm gonna kill whoever did this to you)

He muttered under his breath, still embracing you as he lead you to his home.

"I was just at Ja-"

"Shhh, you can tell me about it when we're inside so that you're warm and safe, Cariño."

(Dear)

He said as he continued speed walking the streets of Brooklyn, New York, with you wrapped in his warmth. He wanted to get to his apartment as soon as possible to make sure you're ok, you took note of that. Jaleel was wrong about a lot of things, but maybe he was right about this. Maybe you do wanna be with Miles...?

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This was lowk originally a one-shot but likeeeeee it's a lil more juicy when it's in chapters 😋 anyway, lemme know what yall think in the comments, I WILL REPLY BC I LOVE YALL 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

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[moralesmilesanhour]

Miles (1610 or 42 it doesn't matter to me really) x alt black!reader because i've been drawing it and i love it so far and i would for you do your own version of it

I've seen this prompt circulating for a while now and was never sure how I'd approach it sooo let's go!!

she plays bass

The pads of your fingers were red and sore as you plucked the tough strings of the borrowed bass guitar. The music room was empty now, but you were allowed an extra hour of practice. An amp had even been left out for you.

Your hand struck the front of the instrument repeatedly as you approached the part of the bass line that you always seem to miss, when the metal clang of someone pushing the door open interrupted you.

The lanky boy's expression was already sorry before he even opened his mouth to speak. A green puffer jacket was thrown over his royal blue uniform blazer and engulfed him (yours was currently tied around your waist).

When he finally did speak, he laughed nervously.

"Forgot my headphones. I'll be outta your hair in a minute,"

He took a glance at your afro, picked out carefully until it was nearly twice the size of your own head like a thunder cloud. Two beaded braids framed either side of your face.

"...Which you seem to have a lot of."

You stared at him blankly.

With a tight smile, he grabbed his headphones off of a stray music stand and nearly sprinted out of the room, making sure to stumble over an untied shoelace on his way out.

The next time you saw his face was in chemistry class, as your assigned partner for a lab. As the frumpy professor explained the procedure, the boy got your attention with a whispered "Hey".

You stared at him warily through tightly-lined eyes swept over roughly with black pigment.

"Yes?"

His eyes darted back and forth before settling back onto you.

"It's uh, nice to see you again. You play guitar, right?"

"Uh-huh. Why?"

"No reason," he shrugged, scratching the back of his head. "I just thought it was...cool. What kinda music do you play?"

You gave an equally non-committal answer:

"Rock, funk, whatever has a cool bass line."

Out of curiosity, you stole a glance at his red sneakers propped up on the stool he sat on.

"Your shoes are untied."

He grinned, like he'd just made a clever joke. "It's a fashion choice. I never fall, anyway."

You snorted, "Sure."

"Aye, you wear ripped tights in the winter and turn your uniform inside-out. Lemme have this one!"

This managed to pull a giggle from you, which unfortunately caught the professor's attention.

"Quiet in the back, please!" he admonished sharply.

Neither of you were paying attention.

You, because you were too busy trying to school your expression back to normal, and him because he liked the look of your crooked smile.

He saw it again after following the sound of your playing back to the music room during lunch time.

"Lost your headphones again, or are you following me?"

"Care to have an audience?" he smiled, grabbing a seat for himself.

You pursed your lips in consideration before answering, "Alright. You better not invite your friends in here, though. Music room's mine between classes."

He raised his hands. "You got it, relax. Not like I got friends to bring."

"Is that why you came over here to bother me even though we don't even know each other's names?"

"No, I came to figure out what that fire ass song was," the boy leaned back in his seat, and smiled. "And I'm Miles, by the way."

"Y/N," you said with a sheepish grin. "And thanks. Composed it myself."

Miles' eyes widened. "Damn. Can I hear it again?"

"Sure."

The piece was unfinished, but it was sharp, dynamic. Plenty of bass-slapping to go around. You even managed to nail that one part that your fingers usually slipped on.

"I still need to work out the ending, but...yeah. That's pretty much it," you remarked casually. "Thoughts?"

Miles let out a low whistle. "You need to finish that ASAP. Are you in a band?"

You set the guitar down, and cracked your knuckles. "Nope. I just play by my lonesome, for fun."

"So no one's heard you until now?"

"Nope."

There was silence for a beat, then you asked, "Do you play anything?"

He shook his head.

"Not all of us have that gift, I'm afraid. Wish I did, though."

You looked around the room, scanning the instruments until you landed on an acoustic guitar.

An idea.

"Say, Miles," a smirk spread across your lips, "How would you like to change that?"

Miles immediately caught your drift and perked up.

"When do we start?"

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[iiiiiiis-things]

idk why but i feel like 1610!miles doesn't really eat soul food. first off his dad is a literal cop and a man (nothing against black fathers bt it hits different when coming from a momma) so he probably doesn't cook as much, and rio is Puerto Rican so yea she probably makes some BOMB ass food...bt there something about black women SOUL FOOD 😫‼️

(also i js kno that this boy LOVES his mom cooking and fucks it up everytime so when he get his hands on soul food it's a wrap) 😂

so when you invite miles and his family over, on sunday, for dinner for the first time rio and jeff looks at their son with so much disgust as he fucking DEVORS his plate of food. (blackfem!reader)

you check your phone to see your boyfriend miles has texted you.

you sigh as you start to head downstairs to make sure the table was set. "y/n where they at?" you hear your mom ask from the kitchen as you step foot into the dining room " they like five minutes away" she pops out door frame holding the pot filled with roast "can you go get the cups and set them up?" she once again asks another question but before you can speak up your dad come down the stairs "i got it" he walks over in the kitchen as you finally hear the doorbell.

opening the door to see miles holding two pairs of flowers with a slighty nervous smile, ms.morales on his left her hand clutching her purse (not like that 💀), and mr.morales on his right- hands behind his back. "Hey!" you exclaim and bring miles into a tight hug but not to tight to squish the flowers, after you let go he walks in and you move over to give his parents the same treatment

"miles- heh maybe you should slow down a bit son" mr.morales lets out an awkward laugh as he watches his son stuff his mouth with the food you mom cooked, putting food in your mouth, you slowly turn your head to the right to see what exactly was going on...

"miles" you call his name and he doesn't answer

"miles" his dad attempts

"miles!" his mom slightly raises her voice and eyebrows furrow together, only then he picks his head up and look around at everyone at the table who was currently staring "i swear i eat at home!" he quickly lets out after swallowing.

js a thought idrk-

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[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 3 synopsis: you and miles show up to peter’s party together and you get into a bit of an altercation.

wc: 2.0k

warnings!: cursing, harrassment, drugs and alcohol mentioned, kissing

Miles had gone home to change for the party and you sat in front of your mirror deciding what to do with your hair. You applied blush to your cheeks and did your lip combo. You decided on a half up half down look, letting a few stray braids fall to frame your face. Getting dressed, you took a moment to look at your outfit in the mirror.

You wore a black short sleeve crop top with the back cut out with a pair of mid rise wide leg jeans and a pair of adidas sambas on her feet. You decorated yourself in your bow necklace with a necklace that had a pearl as the pendant and a pair of gold earrings . You sprayed your 'Her Eau de Parfum' from Burberry and grabbed your essentials and your bag.

You scratched Bobo's head before heading to the living room. You grabbed your black puffer jacket from the coat rack as your mom perked up from the couch. "Have fun baby and please stay safe. Be home by 11:30 but I won't be home when you get back, I'm going out with Gabby so bring your keys" she informed you. "Okay mommy, I love you" you closed the door and head for the stairs. You and Miles decided to meet at the bodega down the street and head to the party together.

After walking two blocks, and you turned the corner  saw Miles inside talking to the man behind the counter. "Hey Miles" you said walking up behind him. "Hey Y/n" he said with a genuine smile on his face. "You look really really pretty" The compliment brought a cheeky grin to your face. "Thank you, you look really good too" You took your time to check him out. He wore a black t-shirt with baggy black jeans, his signature green bomber jacket and black cat jordans. "You wanna get anything before we go?" he asked. "Yeah gimme a sec" you said making your way to the candy aisle.

He watched intently as you browsed through, grabbing a snickers bar and heading the the fridges in the back to grab a drink. "So you like her huh" Lenny snorted, looking at him from behind his glasses. "What! Who said that?" he denied, Lenny not buying it. You made your way back to the counter to pay for her snickers, a cream soda, and a water. You dug into your purse to grab $5 before Miles stopped you. "No it's okay, I got it" He pulled out his wallet and gave Lenny the money before you could say any rebuttal. He opened the door for you and you grabbed the plastic bag. "You really didn't have to do that you know" she told him. "I wanted to" he shrugged.

You walked the couple blocks to the venue until you could hear the music bumping inside. "Jesus how is there no noise complaint yet" you joked trotting down the stairs to the entrance. "Deadass" Miles followed behind. You pulled out your phone to text Zoya that you were there. "She said to meet her in the back" you told the boy following closely behind you through the crowd of people.

Weaving through the bodies of people dancing and drinking and chatting, you wondered where Peter knew this many people from or where he got access to all this booze. Spotting Zoya's ginger hair that was now straightened and Maya with a cigarette in hand, you grabbed Miles' hand and pulled him through to your friends. "Hey bebe" Zoya threw her arms around your neck, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey Z, hey Maya" you greeted the girls with a big smile. "See you brought a friend" Zoya teased. "Hey Miles" Zoya threw an arm around him, giving a small hug. "Yo Miles, Y/n" Peter called out walking up to the group. "So glad y'all came bruh" he dapped Miles up and gave you a hug before throwing his arm around Zoya.

"Yo, I got drinks over there but if you want something stronger, I got some stuff in a room back there" Peter offered taking a swig off Zoya's bottle. "I'm good" you said grabbing a cig from Maya while she lit it. "Want one?" Maya offered to Miles. "Nah I'm okay" he said. Peter took him to hang out with some guys they both knew.

"So you finally asked Miles out?" Zoya asked taking a hit from your cig. "No, just asked if he wanted to come with me" you answered. "N/n just ask him out! You so obviously like him and he might like you too. What's the damage?" she groaned. "You are way too interested in my love life bebe" you playfully retorted. "That's cause I need to make sure you're off the market so I don't leave Peter for you" she joked.

The three of you chat before heading out onto the floor to join the people dancing. Truth is, by now you were a little high. And it wasn't long before Peter came back and him and Zoya were in their own world. Miles tapped your shoulder to get your attention, he had looked a little high too, but he seemed to be fine. "You wanna dance?" you asked the boy grabbing his hands. "Yeah why not!" he shouted over the music.

Slowly his hands found their way onto your waist as you moved to the music. You threw your arms around his neck as you stared at each others' face. Your eyes flickered down to his lips as you eventually closed the gap between your bodies and held each other as you swayed back and forth. Miles' heart was racing being so close to you, he just hoped his hands weren't sweaty.

"I'm gonna go get a drink, do you want anything?" you got close to his ear to tell him. "No I'm alright" he nodded his head. "Okay i'll be right back" you walked over the table where there were bottles of beer and vodka scattered across. You poured yourself a cup of Smirnoff sorbet when a voice called out to you. "Yo what's up pretty girl"

You looked over and realized you didn't even recognize the guy. "Hey.." you awkwardly said back. "What you up to" he asked, leaning on the table. "Uh nothing just hanging like everyone else" you replied taking a sip of your drink before pouring more. "Aha yeah I guess you're right" you nodded and began walking back over to where Miles was when the guy stopped you. "You here with anybody?" his words were slurred, obviously drunk

"Just friends.." you answered. "Cool cool, you wanna dance?" he said getting off the table. "No thanks" you laughed off. "Ahh come on why not?" he pushed. "I just don't want to.." you awkwardly laughed. "Come onn" he said snaking his hand around your waist. "Dude, I said no!" you shouted pushing his hand off.

"What's your problem, bitch" he squeezed his hands tighter around your waist and pressed himself against you, making you drop your drink. "Yo what the fuck is wrong with you!" you yelled pushing him off finally. The commotion made some heads turn, watching the scene. "It ain't even that fucking serious-" Just then Miles showed up behind the guy. "Yo what's your problem man" he pulled him back away from you .

"Oh this your bitch?" the guy laughed. "Nah but I'd appreciate it if you stopped calling her that and backed the fuck up" Miles said, getting a push from the boy. "She fucking ugly anywa-" he was cut off receiving a hit to the side of the face from Miles. He rubbed a finger under his nose as blood began to pour out.

He ran up and pushed Miles making Miles come back at him again pushing him the the ground. "I said to back the fuck up!" Miles shouted at him, ready to strike again. Miles wasn't one to get violent, but this asshole was bothering you so he of course had to get rough.

"Miles chill!" you shouted taking his hand and pulling him back. The guy got up from the ground ready to hit Miles before Peter and another boy came and pulled him back. "Nahhh you gotta go bro. Go get the fuck outta here!" Peter shouted pushing him towards the doors. "Whatever bruh fuck this lame ass shit" he grumbled purposely hitting Miles' shoulder on the way out.

"Y/n you okay?" Zoya and Maya said frantically coming to hug and comfort you. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's cool" you brushed off. You looked at Miles and sA the distraught look on his face. "Thanks..for that." you said taking him into your arms. He slowly hugged back, wrapping his arms around your torso "Y-yea, Don't worry. That guy was a fucking dickhead. You okay?" he pulled back. "Yeah" you nod yourhead. "Peter, sorry for messing up your party." you said wrapping your arms behind you. "Nah n/n, it was that dumb fuck. Party's still jumping though" he brushed off handing you a new cup.

Another hour passed of drinking and dancing, before you got a text from your mom 'you heading home yet?' You checked the time to see it was 11:40. "Guys, I think I'm g-gonna go home now" you told the group, taking another sip from your cup "Alright well there's no way you're walking home alone" Zoya said taking the cup from you. "I can walk her home" Miles suggested. "Are you sure, you're not drunk too are you?" Zoya made sure. "Sobered up" he assured. Zoya gave you a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek before you said your goodbyes to the rest of the group.

Miles held your hand as you maneuvered your way through the crowd of people and up the stairs. You weren't completely hammered but you were stumbling a bit so he wrapped an arm around your torso. "Thanks for walking me home, Miles" you said looking up at him. The way the street lights and and the moonlight were casting a shadow on his face it made him look even more attractive. Maybe Zoya was right, maybe you did have a little crush on him. "It's no problem, hermosa" he smiled down at you. You reached into your bag and grabbed the water you bought from earlier and gulped it down, your drunk catching up to you.

You got to your building and walked up the stairs, to the front door. You hugged him before going in "Thank you so much for everything tonight, seriously" you smiled at him. "Of course. Goodnight Y/n."

You stared into each other's eyes, before leaning closer. Miles' eyes flickered down to your lips and back to your eyes, seemingly asking for permission to kiss you. You answered by gently pressing your lips against his. He rest his hands against the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, still keeping it soft and relaxed. You pulled away and let out a sigh you each didn't know you were holding. "Goodnight Miles" you said with a smile you failed at hiding.

"Goodnight beautiful" he grinned walking off as you entered your apartment. The lights were off except for Bobo's night light by his cat tree which meant your mom probably wasn't home yet. You've never been more glad for your mom's absence so to not smell the alcohol on your breath and clothes. Bobo jumped down and rubbed his head against your leg, following you down the hallway.

Getting undressed, you threw your clothes in the hamper and hopped in the shower. You felt a headache creeping up on you as your lathered your body. You got out and brushed you teeth, getting rid of your makeup and washing your face. You put on your lotion and your lip balm, dressing in a pair of boy shorts and a tank top before climbing under you sheets, Bobo following curling up by the wall. You laid there for a second thinking about your night as a smile crept on your face. You had to tell Zoya.

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[axeoverblade]

Could you do headcanons about Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie having a tall and scary/intimidating s/o who is actually a big sweetheart? How they meet, first impressions, and dating stuff?? If that’s too much, no prob, alter it however you need to! :)

B. F. G

ATSV! squad x gn! reader

Synopsis! Never judge a book by its cover

MASTERLIST

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none!

Word count: unavailable

Authors comment: BONUS:GWEN, super cute lol hope this is what you wanted enjoy <3

Do not copy! All rights reserved to ©axeoverblade

ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ

1610 MILES

Bro is scared of nothing (think Simba from look king “I laugh in the face of danger”)

So when he sees you out on patrol, it throws him off that he became so on guard

You’re making the hairs on the back of his neck stand

Would never tell you this but at first you were gonna be a bad guy

So when you helped a lil kid cross the street and paid for them to get ice cream, he was a wee bit confused

Tailed you for a long time on different days, and always saw you doing good things .

So at first he develops a lil identity crush, not a romantic crush on you

Like he thinks it’s cool that you have this presence about you and it’s completely different from how you actually are

He meets you as spider man before as himself

You actually helped him, not a lot but enough where you interacted with him for a bit and he thanked you for helping

You just stopped a guy from stealing an older woman’s purse by tripping the thief and returning the purse

Miles saw it as you could be the next spider man

Suddenly you keep seeing spiderman all the time (totally by accident and not because he learned your routine)

Talk to him so often you develop nicknames for each other.

Been months since you’ve known him and he like is obsessed with you, full on in love and everything

So he decides to reveal who he is

Obv you accept him, give him a hug saying you won’t tell anyone

So now you guys hang out as friends

Casually flirts with you all the time (he’s trying so hard to make u like him even though u alr do)

Makes u meet his parents

miles forgot your looks don’t match your personality

HIS PARENTS ARE SO ON GUARD

His dad gave you that look

The one that screams “ stay away from my child and take your thuggish activities out this house” when you first walked in

kinda made you sad cause you thought they didn’t like you and you haven’t even talked to him yet

After they get to know you through the night his parents legit love you

Say how much of a good influence you must be on Miles and tell Miles to be more like you

Tell you to come by anytime

(They could easily tell miles likes you and vise versa but don’t say anything)

So Miles finally works up the balls to confess

Happy moments and a kiss

Overall good day

When your walking hand in hand down the sidewalk and keep getting weird stares because of the high contrast in your auras it confuses people

but then you and Miles both smile and its the same super big bright smile, people get why you’re together

HOBIE BROWN

When he first saw you, standing as tall as him in the store with that “I’ll kill you if you come near me” energy he thought you would be an issue honestly

Thought you were cool but def though you were gonna try and fight anyone near you or something

He wasn’t in his suit cause he was washing it and was lowkey upset you caught him when he was just going to the store to restock his snacks instead of out on duty

But he was excited for what ever you were gonna do when you passed him because he wanted to fight today

“Accidentally” bumps into you to see how you respond

But when you smile at him sweetly, apologize, and keep it moving, bro is confused

Walks right back up to you and starts talking to you

Digs the inconsistency between your personality and your looks

Also digs just your looks

He thinks you're super attractive

Was quick to get with you, he knew he wanted you after that first convo at the store

You guys click so well aesthetically cause even though your brooding walking around and he looks all chill (and mischievous) like nothing can bother him, the way you two are holding hands with your thumb rubbing the back of each others palms is a dead give away you two are on the same page

Sometimes he sees you and is just like “you don’t match”

He never explains what he means by it but says it’s a good thing

Wasn’t scared at all to tell you he was spiderman

You two def go on swinging dates where he just takes you everywhere

Overall fun and happy times

PAVITR PRABHAKAR

He was a little nervous when he first saw you

Not because of your energy but because he thought you didn’t like him

Like you looked like if anyone approached you, you would rip their head off

So maybe he was a wee bit scared of how you looked

But he knew better than to judge appearances. Bro is so intuitive that he doesn’t need a meesily appearance to tell him who you are on the inside

So he walks up to you and says hi

The big smile that graces your face makes him smile big too

Happy he followed his intuition to just approach you

At first you two are just good friends

Anytime you two are in public you get weird looks

Like what’s this jolly looking fellow doing with you

Then you laugh at his antics all happily and they get it

You actually confessed first

As “intuitive” as he was he didn’t notice your feelings

Doesn’t take him by surprise though

Oh my gosh he is so happy and pda-ing in public and everyone is like are you sure you two are supposed to be together

But then your face lights up with this look of joy every time you look at him and people have no choice but to mind their business

It’s a good thing opposites attract, even though personality wise you two are very similar

Really happy he approached you despite his fear otherwise he would’ve never met the love of his life

BONUS! GWEN STACY

Gwen thought you were cool at first

Your height is what would’ve intimidated her not your aura

Like she isn’t scared or anything, just a little bit more on guard around you

she first met you at one of the band get together cause you were one of the band members friends

She didn’t want to judge on appearance though so she tries her best to keep her opinion about you to a minimum until she actually talked to you

Happy she did

saw you get up and get waters for everyone because “we should stay hydrated”

Thought it was cute how sweet you were

She approaches you and you two become friends quick

You two meet up regularly outside of band meets

Wouldn’t tell you that she found you super attractive (and vise versa)

Like not even looks, just you as a whole

Gives her scary dog privileges honestly

Likes yes she can one hundred percent defend herself and is more than capable

But no one even looks her way anymore when your with her

Made her happy to be left alone in the streets now

So you actually have to confess first

Sweetest confession ever got her flowers

She ofc says yes cause she had a crush on you too

You bake together all the time, even if one of you are good or bad; or both are good or bad at baking, you two are having fun

Meeting her dad was a given

At first he could’ve sworn you were a murderer

wasn’t feeling you at all

Then he had a convo with you and was like “oh okay I get it”

He loves how sweet you are and hopes you rub off on his daughter cause “she isn’t nice enough to him”

Happy relationship :)

©axeoverblade

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[thenerdybaker523]

12 Days of Christmas: December 13

@12daysofchristmas @zsjaywhite

Title: Unexpected Surprises Sequel

Theme: December 13 (Bells)

Fandom/Character: AEW/ Eddie Kingston

Warnings: None, just a fluffy fic about Eddie.

Word Count: 1610

❄️ I don’t own any of the GIFs or Photos in this.

❄️ If you find any punctuation marks wrong, sorry. I basically guess where it goes half the time.

❄️ Also slight warning, there will be a couple of Doctor Who references in this.

❄️ First part: Unexpected Surprises

Haylie’s POV:

Walking into the house after a busy day of Christmas shopping with Renee, all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and take a nap with Eddie and the twins. I really wasn’t expecting to do much today, but when Eddie woke me up early this morning telling me Renee was on the way to go do some Christmas shopping while he and Jon watched Nora, Jack, & River. Deciding not to question him, I got up and got ready for the day. When Renee, Jon, and Nora showed up, Nora immediately started squirming to get out of Jon’s arms so she could get down. Once she was down, she grabbed Jon’s hand and wandered off to find her Uncle Eddie and her cousins. Before Renee and I left we made sure Jon and Eddie had everything they would need before we took off in our SUV to go shopping.

By the time we were done shopping it was already 4 and it was starting to get chilly. Laden down with bags, we hurried our way out to the SUV. Getting everything in the trunk, we rushed to get into the front. Starting up the car, I let it run for ten minutes so we could warm up. Renee called Jon and let him know we were done and that I would drop her off at home so she didn’t have to switch the bags from my car to his. While she was on the phone with him, I texted Eddie and told him I would pick something easy to fix for dinner so he wouldn’t have to worry about it. When she hung up, I pulled out of the mall parking lot and headed to her and Jon’s house.

On the way to their house, it had started to snow lightly, so I took the roads slower than I normally would. When we got to their house, Jon’s truck was already in the driveway. He came out and helped take everything in so I could stop and get dinner and get home before the snow got any worse than it was. Getting back on the road, I quickly stopped into a grocery store and got the ingredients I would need to make chicken noodle soup. Checking out quickly, I got back in the car, texting Eddie quickly that I would be home in fifteen minutes. 

By the time I got home, it was almost 5 and the snow was starting to come down harder. I hurriedly got the bags out of the trunk and made my way to the front door, being extra careful not to slip. Walking into the house, I noticed it was unusually quiet, figuring that River and Jack were asleep and Eddie was taking a nap. Setting the shopping bags down by the front door I took off my coat and boots, then put them along with my purse in the hall closet. When I went to grab the groceries, I noticed something very strange on the floor. Leading from the front door there was a trail of bells on the floor heading somewhere into the house with a note beside them saying “Follow Me”. I headed into the kitchen and put away the food quickly before following wherever they led me.

The bells ended up leading me to the nursery room, walking in I found River and Jack in their bouncers wide wake. Walking closer to them I squatted down in front of them and saw that River had on a blue tutu and onesie set that said “Turn Around Mommy” and Jack had on a pair of blue sweats and onesie set that said “Daddy Has a Question” Confused, I stood up and turned around to find Eddie on one knee behind me. I could already feel the tears streaming down my face when he pulled out a familiar blue colored ring box.

Eddie’s POV:

I was a nervous wreck all day waiting for Haylie to come home from shopping with Renee. Even with Jon and Nora over with me and the twins, I couldn’t help but worry. I know Jon could tell I was nervous about what I had planned. While Jon watched River and Jack for a minute, I went into the nursery and grabbed the bag I had hidden at the top of the closet where I knew Haylie couldn’t see it. Walking back in the living room Jon was sitting on the couch recording Nora making faces at the twins while they giggled. 

Jon looked up hearing me come in the room, he stopped recording and said, “You know she’s gonna say yes right?” 

“Yea, I’m just overthinking everything, like normal.”

“Well stop. I know my sister, she’s gonna say yes. Now tell me your plan again.”

Sitting down in my recliner, I told him of my plan of having a trail of bells leading from the front door to the nursery. Once she walked and got closer to the twins to see their outfits, I would kneel behind her. Pulling out the outfits I had custom made for the twins, I showed Jon. Both outfits were Tardis Blue with white lettering. Sitting the outfits on the arm of the chair, I pulled out the ring box from my pocket, opening the box I showed Jon the ring I had custom ordered. 

“She’s gonna love those outfits. And as for the ring, she’s definitely gonna love it. You just need to stay calm for the rest of the day. There is no need to be anxious.”

The rest of the day Jon made sure I didn’t have time to overthink anything. After feeding lunch River, Jack, and Nora we put them down for a nap. While they slept, Jon helped me clean the house up a little. We sat around watching the tv and talking until Nora woke up at 2. Putting on a show for Nora, Jon and I continued to talk about what was going on at work and our current storylines. 

River and Jack woke up at 3:30, so Jon helped me change their diapers and feed them. We had just put them in their bouncers when Renee called to let us know that they were getting ready to leave the mall and it would take about 30 minutes to get to their house. Jon kept an eye on River and Jack while I had Nora help me set out the bells, that way she felt like she had a part in this too. When all the bells were laid out, Jon and Nora had to leave. As I was checking the time on my phone, Haylie texted saying she’d be home in fifteen minutes. Taking them into the nursery, I got them changed into the outfits I bought. I had just sat River in her bouncer when I heard the front door open and close. Quickly putting Jack in his, I walked into our room across the hall and hid behind the wall when I heard Haylie walk into the nursery. Peeking around the corner, I saw her go into the room and squat down in front of River and Jack. I quietly walked back into the room and got down on one knee. When she turned around I pulled out the ring box. 

Looking up at her, she had tears streaming down her face. Completely forgetting what I had wanted to say, I took a deep breath and spoke from my heart.

“Haylie Good, you are the love of my life. The Amy to my Rory. My Impossible Girl. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have you in my life. I’m so grateful to have you in my life. Last year you gave me one of the most memorable moments in my life. And this year I decided to give you one. So will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Haylie’s POV:

Looking at Eddie I couldn’t help but to let out a sob. Nodding my head yes, he stood up and opened the ring box and took out the ring. I couldn’t help but to gasp. Instead of a normal diamond ring, it was a sapphire with three smaller diamonds on each side.

Eddie slid the ring on my finger then pulled me into a kiss. When he broke the kiss, he wiped away the tears still streaming down my face. Wrapping my arms around him, I dug my face into his chest and cried tears of joy. Eddie wrapped his arms around me and kissed me head before laying his head on top of mine to keep me close. Once I had finally calmed down, I pulled away and wiped the rest of the tears away. 

Eddie looked down at me and smiled. “So did you like your surprise?”

“I loved it. The ring is absolutely gorgeous. It reminds me of the Tardis so much.”

“I’m glad you liked it. I’ve been a nervous wreck all day. I had something special inscribed on the inside of the band if you wanna take a look.”

Sliding off the ring, I looked on the inside to see it said “My Impossible Girl”. Sliding it back on, I looked at Eddie and pulled him down for another kiss. Only this time we got interrupted by River and Jack wanting attention. Pulling apart, Eddie and I laughed. We each grabbed on the twins before heading back to the front room. 

I can’t help thinking to myself, after what happened these last two Christmases, I can’t wait to see what next year has in store for us.

Tag List: @plentyoffandoms

#12daysofchristmas2022 #eddie kingston fanfiction #aew fanfiction

[milesandcorysupermacy]

"I know someone who can"

(Part 3)

1610!Miles x Confused-Black-Fem!Reader

Genre: Friends-to-lovers, Fluff, lil bit of angst

Warnings: Cursing, Use of N-word, Google Translated Spanish, That's it I think lemme know if I missed sum 🤷🏾‍♀️

Songs that it's based on: 'Ivy' By Frank Ocean, 'I Wanna Be Yours' By Arctic Monkeys, 'Love Songs' By Kaash Paige

Summary: Jaleel is trippin', Miles is mad, and you gotta fill your bestie in. That's pretty much it!

Prev: "Mami, who's calling you?"

Miles asked with slightly swollen lips. You grabbed your purse and reached inside for your phone, an slightly audible gasp came from your mouth when you saw the Caller ID.

"It's Jaleel."

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Miles seems slightly taken aback by what you just said. His mind had many questions, the main one being why was Jaleel calling you? But, he put all these questions on hold once he saw your face. You were clearly in distress, pacing around the room as the phone made a constant buzz, waiting for someone to interact with the call. He couldn't just let you feel this way, you clearly didn't wanna answer the phone. But, someone had to, right? This obviously wasn't just because Miles wanted to flex being there for you when Jaleel couldn't, no that was not the case at all...

"Gimme the phone, mama."

Miles' calming tone broke you out of your infectious thoughts. You looked over at him and saw the sincerity in his eyes, knowing he was serious. You walked over to your phone hesitantly before grabbing the phone and throwing it to Miles, he caught it with one hand, not even looking due to his spidey-senses. Show off... He was staring you in the eyes the whole time, looking for any sign of discomfort in your eyes. When he saw none, he took the cue to answer the phone, but not before putting Jaleel on speaker.

"Hello?"

"H-hey, why are you on her phone? Where's Y/n at?"

"You don't gotta worry about that no more, lil bro. You fucked up your whole relationship with her, remember?"

"Nigga, that's none of your busine-"

"Nah, it is my business because she's my business. You were acting like an ass and she left you, you never deserved her anyway."

"Hol on, she never left me. What the fuck are you talking about, bro?"

"Well if she didn't, she's leaving you now. Lose her number, bye."

"Let me talk to he-"

*Click*

Miles jumped off his bed and walked over to you, hugging you from behind.

"There you go, now you'll never have to worry about him talking to you again."

You nod, and he kisses your temple.

"Lemme know if he tries to contact you again, I'll venom strike his phone."

This makes you chuckle, which causes Miles to smile. You two just stayed in the warm hug, not wanting to question the relationship yet. You know that you just kissed him, but you still don't know if you and Miles are dating! You felt it was best to just not address it right now since the moment that the two of you were having was so nice. That was until you got a text, the familiar buzz of your phone made you subconsciously reach for it, checking the notification seeing it was your mom.

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Mother Dearest 😒💞

It's almost your curfew, did you leave from that lil boy house yet?

9:21 pm

Omw rn. I left his btw, I'm at Miles'.

9:22 pm

Good, I never liked him and his nappy dreads anyway 😒

9:23 pm

😭😭 MOM

9:24 pm. Read.

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You clicked your phone off and placed it back into your purse, releasing yourself from the behind hug. You put your purse on and turned to face Miles.

"I gotta go, you wanna walk me home?"

"No, I wanna drive you home. We're in a New York winter right now, I'm not walking around outside when I have a choice not to!"

Miles said, animated. He looked at you like you were crazy and you shook your head, laughing.

"My bad."

You walked over to his doorway and put your shoes on, you began to open Miles' bedroom door but not without him gently removing your hand and placing it on your side. You looked over at him confused, until he opened the door and ushered you out, saying...

"Ladies first."

He smiled at you flirtatiously, before grabbing two jackets hanging on the coat rack. One was a black, north face puffer jacket, and the other was a gray, nike puffer jacket. You furrowed your eyebrows with confusion.

"I didn't bring a jacket."

"I know, but you need one."

He said before handing you the gray, nike puffer jacket. You smiled graciously from the affection that Miles was giving you.

"Thank you."

"Of course, mi preciosa."

(My precious)

You and Miles put on your jackets and he brought his hand down to yours, intertwining your fingers. You felt like a million butterflies were fluttering around in your stomach just from this small gesture. Why does he have this affect on me...? You thought. The jacket smelled just like the cologne Miles always wears. This made you smile a little bit, you felt safe in his essence. Miles led you over to the living room where his parents were sitting.

"Dad, can you give us a ride to Y/n's house?"

Miles asked. His parents turned around on the sofa and took notice of your guys' hands. Rio excitedly shook her husband's shoulders like a girl in middle school, telling her friends a secret. Jeff returned the excitement by turning to his wife, smiling extremely hard. Miles grimaced at his parent's immature actions.

"Guys, please don't make it weird! We just need a ride, please."

Miles said, sighing. Jeff got up excitedly, grabbing his coat.

"Yea, c'mon lovebirds. Let's go."

"Please don't call us that."

Miles said before shutting his front door, making you smile.

"I dunno, I think it has a nice ring to it."

You joked, making Miles groan. You 3 walked down the stairs of Miles' apartment complex. Once the two of you get into the car, Miles offers you an airpod. You excitedly accepted and relaxed to the calm, melodic tones of the song 'Ivy' By Frank Ocean. You two listened to about 5 more songs and you were finally at your house. You handed Miles his airpod and he told you to wait there as he got out of the car, at first you didn't know what he was doing but he came to your side and opened your car door.

"Bye, Mr. Morales!"

"Bye, hun. Don't forget to tell your Mom I said hi!"

Miles grabbed your hand and walked you to the doorstep of your house. You began to take off the jacket he provided until he stopped you with his voice.

"Keep it."

"You sure?"

"Of course I am, mami."

You chuckled a little bit.

"Hey, what's so funny?"

Miles said, playfully shoving you.

"I'm not laughing at you, dumbass. I'm just really happy that you care about me so much, I don't really get this type of treatment from guys a lot. Thanks."

You say, looking up into his eyes. He looked back into yours, noticing the light glare in them from the moonlight behind him. He thought he was gonna pass out from how beautiful your brown skin looked in the moonlight. It provided the most elegant contrasting of colors and light, only something a true artist like himself would notice. He also saw the way your lips were still slightly swollen from the previous makeout session, they also had a moisture to them. He didn't even notice that he was staring for so long until his dad ruined it.

*Beep*

"Will you two stop staring at each other and ring the doorbell? I'm freezing out here."

You two laughed at his dad's tone, Miles let go of your hand to ring your mom's doorbell. He had a sad puppy dog look on his face, already feeling like he was separated from you. He truly didn't want to leave, but he knew he had to once the door swung open to reveal your mom in her bonnet and pajamas.

"Oh, hey Miles. How's school going? You still doing your little art thing?"

Your mother said, trying to engage in small talk with the teenage boy in front of her. Miles smiled before answering enthusiastically.

"School's been alright, I keep my grades up so I can't complain. My art is still going good, I'm still in my AP classes."

"Oh, well that's good. I didn't know Y/n was gonna go to your house, I'm glad she prefers you over that other ugly lil boy. You two would look way better as a couple anyway, I can set you up if you want."

Your mother said as she winked at Miles.

"I'm literally right here."

Your mother chuckled and Miles grabbed your hand, kissing it before saying...

"Goodnight, Y/n."

He then walked away and got into his father's car. He left your mother squealing and giggling like a schoolgirl as you walked in the house. You playfully rolled your eyes, smirking.

"It's not that big of a deal, ma."

"Uh huh, sure. That boy wants to get with you! He's arguably better than Jaleel anyway."

"I agree with that, I broke up with him."

"Oh, so you finally listened to your mother, huh? It's about time. Y/n Morales has a better ring to it than Y/n Barker, Jaleel got a ugly last name."

You chuckled at your Mom's boldness.

"So, I know that's not the jacket you left my house with, is it Miles'?"

"Yes."

Your mom instantly grinned, before walking over to your fridge. Taking out a bottle of water for herself.

"Have fun with your new man."

She said teasingly. You playfully shook your head and began to walk down the hallway to your bedroom, still smiling from the previous events with Miles.

"Mr. Morales said hi, by the way."

You shouted from down the hall. You felt ready to end the day with it being 10 pm. You placed your Miles' jacket onto your coat hook on your bedroom door before closing it.

You walked over to your pajama drawer, pulling out an oversized white tee and some turquoise Perry the Platypus sleep shorts. You put them on and put the clothes you were previously wearing in the hamper. You plopped onto your bed and grapped your phone from your purse that was sitting on your nightstand. You saw a text notification from your best friend, K'Nyah. (Kuh-Ni-Yuh)

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Ny Ny 😝💞

Heyyy, baeeee 🤑

10:01 pm

Heyyyy!

10:02 pm

Im bored, u wanna ft?

10:03 pm

Yeaaaa, I got sum stuff to tell u anyway

10:04 pm. Read.

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You open your FaceTime app and click K'Nyah's contact. You open your airpod case and they automatically connect. You place one into your right ear and within 2 rings, K'Nyah answers.

"Hey, girl."

"Hey, so what u gotta tell me? It better be good, there's been a drama drought in 2024."

"You're literally a whole ass mess."

You chuckle.

"Yep, sure am. Now tell me what happened."

"So basically I had got into this little argument with Jaleel."

"Good, never liked his ass anyway. Go on."

"After we argued I was walking home and Miles saw me walking, he took me to his house and was tryna comfort me and then..."

"Then what?"

"We kinda kissed."

"WHAT?!"

"Yea, and it was really great. I feel like he cares about me like nobody else does and he gave me his coat since I didn't have one."

"You're fucking lying, show me right now."

You panned the camera over to your bedroom door with the gray jacket on the hook. You heard K'Nyah gasp.

"Yes, Finally! Bro when I'm telling you the whole ass friend group was waiting for yall to get together...I mean that. Like everybody talks about yall."

"Well that's the problem, I don't exactly know if we're together or not. I mean we kissed and it was like a whole makeout, girl. Plus he was hugging me and shit, and he kissed me goodnight in front of my mom!"

"So, where is this supposed to tell me that yall AREN'T dating?"

"I dunno, we never really established it. He answered a phone call from Jaleel and told him that I was his business but I just don’t know. That could mean anything."

"And you talking about me being a mess..."

"K'Nyah!"

"Ok, ok. My bad. But, you gotta talk to him tomorrow at school. When you do, fill me in after. I literally can't wait to give Jaleel the silent treatment tomorrow because you already know he gon' be asking me why you not talking to him."

She chuckled.

"You're so messy."

You laughed.

"Alright, well ima go to bed. See you tomorrow."

"See you."

*Click*

You sighed, putting your airpod back into it's case and placing your phone onto the charger. You put your bonnet on and grabbed your remote, turning on SpongeBob. You let the cartoon be a quiet lullaby as you laid down, dozing off into sleep. While you were laying down, one question plagued your mind...Are you and Miles dating?

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[ottomanladies]

The daughters of Mehmed III

As it is known, Mehmed III's reign is quite obscure when we talk about his family: his consorts were overshadowed by Safiye Sultan and of his daughters we don't even know their names.

However, recently I have encountered some bits of information about Mehmed III's daughters that got me thinking:

“A privy purse register from 1622 gives the names of five unmarried princesses, who may be daughters of Ahmed, Osman II, and even Mehmed III: Umm-i Külsum, Hanzade, Halime, Fatma, and Akile.” – Baki Tezcan, Searching for Osman: A Reassessment of the Deposition of the Ottoman Sultan Osman II (1618-1622)

So, Hanzade and Fatma are Ahmed I's daughters as Hanzade was married in 1623 and Fatma in 1624. Umm-i Külsum is a different transliteration of Ümmügülsüm, but this is everything I have to say about this princess; the next Ümmügülsüm Sultan was a daughter of Ibrahim's but it is not clear whether he had a connection with this first princess or not.

On the contrary, the other two princesses - Halime and Akile - have very interesting names: neither names are dynastic, which would prompt me to say that they had a meaning to the sultan whose daughters they were. I am very big champion of this because dynastic names are common in any royal house and usually variations mean that this or that child was named in honour of someone else. I could give you clear examples of this but I do not want to blab too much.

Could Halime Sultan be a daughter of Mehmed III's? My first thought was that it's the name of one of his daughters with Halime Sultan, clearly, but I don't think she was (unless Halime had more than two daughters, of course): neither of Halime's daughters were unmarried in 1622. One of them had already been dead, as her husband had remarried in 1620, and the other was still married to Kara Davud Paşa. Among Ahmed I’s daughters who died little, Öztuna does not mention a Halime Sultan (they’re Zahide, Esma, Hatice and Zeyneb), so I don’t think she was one of his daughters but rather one of his sisters. As for Osman II, we have information only on one daughter, Zeyneb Sultan, who died in infancy.

The other princess, Akile, could be a mistake in writing Atike or Abide, Ahmed I’s daughters, who were both unmarried at the time. I know it sounds fishy but Peirce has noted that mistakes were quite frequently in harem records. If we consider Akile one of Ahmed I’s daughters, maybe Umm-i Külsum could have been a second name of either Atike or Abide. Atike is usually called Burnaz Atike so the one with a second name could have been Abide. 

At the same time the name Akile is very interesting because it was the name of Osman II's legal wife, Akile Hatun. While Peirce says that the marriage was unconsummated, the Venetian ambassador Giustinian says that Akile had apartments in the Old Palace and it was there that Osman II went for the consummation. Öztuna says that she was mother to twins Şehzade Mustafa (1622-1623) and Zeynep Sultan (1622-1623?); Akile may have been a second name of Zeynep Sultan or another child altogether.

"A document dated 15 N 1014/24 January 1606 refers to a certain Şah Sultan as the sister of Ahmed; [...] Şah Sultan may be a third daughter of Mehmed III, as married princesses are usually referred to with the name of their husbands [...]; but she may also be the wife of Davud Pasha, as their marriage was not yet consummated at this point." – Baki Tezcan, Searching for Osman: A Reassessment of the Deposition of the Ottoman Sultan Osman II (1618-1622)

This is a very important piece of information: one of Ahmed I's sisters was called Şah. Unfortunately, we don't know if she was Davud's wife, so Halime's daughter, or another princess altogether. The date of the document is frustrating, because the marriage between Mehmed III's daughter and Kara Davud Paşa was consummated only in March 1606. In any case, one of Mehmed III’s daughters was called Şah Sultan.

“S'attrova anco il re diverse sorelle da marito, et molte di più zie" // "The king [Ahmed I] likewise has found himself with several sisters of marriageable age, and even more aunts" – Ottaviano Bon, 1609

Again, very interesting. Ottaviano Bon talks of "several sisters" all adults or at least teenagers. Several doesn't mean one or two but a larger number. About his aunts, we know that Murad III had a lot of children so that is not surprising. What is surprising is the large number of sisters Ahmed I seems to have had.

"Ha tre figliuoli maschi e una femmina: questa di età di 18 anni ed ha discorso con alcuni bascià che la pretendono per moglie, come Mahmud, e il bascià del Cairo, ma non si mariterà se prima non si fa il ritaglio del primogenito, [...] tutti questi sono di una madre, e l'ultimo che ha 3 o 4 anni ha nome Osmano." // "He [Mehmed III] has three sons and a daughter: she is 18 years old, and [Mehmed III] has talked with some pashas who want her as wife, like Mahmud and the pasha of Il Cairo, but she won't get married until the firstborn son is circumcised, [...] all of them are from the same mother, and the last [son] who is 3 or 4 years old is named Osman" – 8 June 1600, Agostino Nani

I have included this bit for the sake of being thorough. I am not sure that Nani's information is accurate because in other parts of his report he says that Ahmed was the eldest son and that Mahmud was his full-brother. Also, this Prince Osman… we have never heard of him? Though of course he could be right and we simply don't have information on every single child of Mehmed III's. What is interesting here is that the princess is probably Mehmed III's eldest child because she was born in the same year of his circumcision. Now, Donà says that his first children were all by the same woman (ie. Handan Sultan); if he did not make a mistake, Mehmed III's eldest daughter was also Ahmed I's elder sister (I doubt that Mehmed had had another child before this daughter because the timeline is very tight as it is, if Donà is right and his only children born when he was a prince were all by Handan Sultan)

To all of this (and to make matters even more complicated) I'd add: 

Öztuna says, in Dynasties, that Mirahur Mustafa Paşa's wife was called Hatice. 

Now, Mirahur Mustafa Paşa's wife went on to marry Cigalazade Sinan Paşa’s son Mahmud Bey in 1612, and died before 1620, the date of Mahmud Bey's second wedding. About her we also know that, according to Tezcan, she was a daughter of Halime so it seems that one of Mehmed III and Halime Sultan’s daughters was called Hatice.

"Ayşe S., f. Mehmed III        Türbe de Destârî Mustafa Pacha, son époux"  – found in Juliette Dumas, The Perles de Nacre du Sultanat (actual source: Vatin et Yerasimos, Les cimetières dans la ville : 164-166 notice 422.)

I checked and Destari Mustafa Paşa was indeed a vizier of Mehmed III's and is sometimes referred to as "Damad". M. Orhan Bayrak clearly states in İstanbul'da gömülü meşhur adamlar: VIII. yüzyıl-1998 that he was a Damad of Mehmed III's and Ayşe Sultan's husband. Dumas adds that their children were buried in the same mausoleum so it was not a marriage between a child and a grown man. Mustafa Paşa died in 1610 and his wife was laid to rest next to him but we don't know when she died. That they were already married during Mehmed III's reign makes me think that she must have been already a teenager at the time and so I'd venture and say that she was one of Handan's daughters (maybe the one Nani talked about?). In any case, an Ayşe Sultan daughter of Mehmed III existed indeed.

To wrap this very long post up: 

One of Mehmed III's daughters with Halime was - most probably - called Hatice

Another princess was called Şah Sultan

Destari Mustafa Paşa's wife and Mehmed III's daughter was called Ayşe Sultan and could have been a daughter of Handan's

Mehmed III had more than four daughters (two by Handan and two by Halime), as one of Ahmed I’s first problems were his sisters’ marriages.

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[alexsmuarchive]

THIS IS IT.

TAGGING: Alexander, Jefferson and Mary-Anne Montgomery. Mentions of: Jamie Montgomery, Autumn Rose. Small mentions of: Regan St. James, Victoria Vanderbilt. 

LOCATION: Mountain Brook, Alabama. 

TIME FRAME: Tuesday, February 12th; around noon.

SUMMARY: Alexander goes to Alabama to have a talk with his father. 

WARNINGS: A general warning of Jefferson’s conservative views, tbh. Also, mentions of abortion/rape/domestic violence. 

WORD COUNT: 1610 words. 

Chicago Cubs pitchers and catchers were meant to report to camp February 13th and though Alexander was meant to travel to Arizona late Tuesday night with some of his teammates, he changed his plans at the last moment and instead, traveled to Alabama for the first time since leaving for college. Alabama held bad memories of a terrible childhood and neglectful parents, so when he got the chance to leave, he took it and never looked back. There was a reason why all of his friends - especially Autumn and Regan had never been and would never be in his childhood home. Even when he wanted to see Jamie, he made sure to pay for her flight to Chicago instead of him going back to Alabama and having to deal with his parents. But now, he deemed it necessary. It was a conversation that was long overdue and one that would put an end on whatever hold Jefferson Montgomery had on him. 

Ever since Jamie had left for college, the Montgomery’s had moved to a bigger, better house. Of course, the Montgomery’s and the Vanderbilt’s of Alabama wanted to show off their wealth instead of focusing on values that actually mattered. Neither he nor Jamie nor Victoria had come out unscathed after growing up in such a lifestyle and whoever got angry that the rich complained about their problems, didn’t know that money couldn’t actually buy happiness. 

The new gatekeeper didn’t know him, which should’ve been a clear indication that being there was a mistake and that he was doing things based on impulse and anger. "Alexander Montgomery” he said calmly, though feelings were already building up, “their son. I know he’s not in DC right now, but he will be by the end of the week. I need to talk to him.” He wasn’t angry at the gatekeeper’s incompetence, he was just doing his job, but he was irritated by the fact that he had to explain himself. After a few minutes of clearing up the confusion, he was finally allowed inside and Alexander couldn’t help but scoff at the delusion of grandeur the mansion exuded. Antiques and paintings that neither Jefferson nor Mary-Anne really cared about decorated the house, the marble floors shining brightly, taxidermy throughout the high ceilings. It was everything he hated. 

“Is father home?” Alexander asked his mother in lieu of a greeting, ignoring her surprise and her fake smile at seeing him for the first time in years. Mary-Anne barely did a thing, she was a trophy wife who agreed with her husband and that made her just as bad as Jefferson was. “I need to speak with him.” Though Mary-Anne exclaimed she was happy to see him and asked if he wanted something to eat, Alexander ignored her until she said he was in his study and led him there. 

The office was more of the same except there, Jefferson showed off family pictures as if he actually cared about family and not just himself. Jefferson’s desk was adorned with pictures of the four of them, and he couldn’t help but scoff yet again at how fake it all seemed. They weren’t a happy family. They never had been. The only good thing Jefferson Montgomery ever did for Alexander was cheat on his wife --- Alexander got a sibling and someone who he could actually talk to about everything. Though, that was just him being selfish. Jamie didn’t deserve to have a father like him. 

Jefferson, as Mary-Anne had done, acted as if he was glad to see him and when he sat up to greet him with a hug, Alexander took a step back and shook his head. There was no way he was going to hug someone like him after everything he’d done. Not after he ruined his life. 

“Do you remember...” Alexander trailed off, sucking a breath between his teeth as he took a moment to gather himself, “do you remember when I came to you, as my father, so you could help me get Autumn out of the situation she was in? And you so kindly gave me half a million dollars to get him away from her, but blackmailed me into also staying away from her? Do you remember that, father? You should. That was the last time we had a conversation, if I remember correctly.” 

Alexander started pacing, noticing Jefferson’s posture stiffen and his lips pursed into a fine line. “Do you know what happened after, father? When I went to Detroit and Autumn stayed in Chicago? You know... a funny little thing happened because Xavier somehow found out about our little deal and made things worse for her. He forced into marrying him, he beat her, raped her, and she ended up having a little girl with him. She finally decided to leave him though, but not after six years of that. Six years.” Alexander paused, shaking his head and trying to hold back tears. “Meanwhile I was miserable too. I was married to Sam, but I didn’t love her. When she was gone, I felt free. Do you know how much of an asshole someone has to be to feel free and liberated when someone dies? I guess I got that from you, though.” 

When Jefferson tried to interrupt Alexander, he took a step forward and warned him with a look. This was something that he needed to get off his chest and, frankly, he didn’t really care what Jefferson had to say --- he just needed for him to listen. “I have been beatin’ myself up over this since I found out. I’ve been tellin’ myself that it was my fault that Autumn went through so much. But I was wrong. You did this. You ruined my life and you ruined Autumn’s life. It was your deal that kept me away from her.” He furiously wiped a tear from his eyes with the back of his hand before continuing. “She was pregnant when I left, by the way. The baby was mine, father. But I was gone and she had to terminate it... and I know you ain’t gonna care about her feelings and are just gonna say that she’s a sinner and a killer because of your bullshit religious beliefs --- by the way, did you think about that when you were fuckin’ another woman that wasn’t your wife, father? Were you thinking about those religious beliefs when you had a child with someone else?” He smirked, glad to have gotten that out of the way after so many years. “Anyway, father, if Xavier had found out that she was pregnant... he would’ve killed her. All because you couldn’t fuckin’ stand me being in love with someone who didn’t have money. You... you and the Vanderbilt’s always hated that Victoria and I fell in love with people you deemed as less than us. You, mother, Charles and Eleanor couldn’t bare the thought of us loving decent people, huh?” 

Alexander shouldn’t have come and he knew it. He probably wouldn’t get through to Jefferson, not that it really mattered by this point. Jefferson and Alexander had never seen eye to eye when it came to Autumn in general, Regan’s sexuality — God, he’d even tried to get her to ‘pray the gay away’ at one point, not even allowing himself to actually voice the word gay — and Jamie’s tendency to be... free. Jefferson was set in his ways and no one, not even his own son, would be able to change his mind. 

“Now I’m in Chicago again and Autumn and I are working through things. It’s gonna be hard. It’s gonna take time for us to even get a little bit of what we lost because of you, but we’re gonna try.” His usually stoic expression when it came to his father was nowhere to be found, and he knew Jefferson could see every emotion on his tired face --- anger, disappointment, hate and a little bit of hope for the future. “Autumn’s gonna divorce that piece of shit and I’m gonna help her. And... I’m gonna do one more thing for you and then that’s gonna be it. You ain’t gonna be my father anymore and you ain’t gonna try and talk to Jamie, either. You ain’t gonna come to Chicago to grovel. You’re gonna leave us alone for good. You got it?” Alexander didn’t wait for Jefferson to agree; he was done with him. This would be it. 

“I know you care about your standing as a Senator more than you ever cared about us. So, when I gotta talk about payin’ Xavier off, I’ll tell them that the money was mine and that you only wired money from my inheritance. It was grandfather’s money that he’d left for me when he passed. I mean, it ain’t much of a lie, is it? That was probably the money that you used for this.” He wrung his hands a few times, easing the tension he felt building up. “No one’s gonna know you paid anyone off. Don’t worry, father, your reputation will be intact.” 

Alexander let out a deep breath, looking at the man before him and smiling sadly. Fate had handed him a shitty card. “After this... when I leave today... I’m done with you. I don’t need your money, I have my own. Jamie doesn’t need your money, she has me. You can keep grandfather’s money for yourself because I don’t need it and I don’t need you.” He knew he only had to say one more thing and Jefferson would know that he was serious. “The next time I get married, I’m going to take my wife’s last name. I don’t want to be a Montgomery anymore and I won’t let her be one, either. We’re done... Jefferson.” 

#( ajm. ) #para; alexander.