#Happy birthday Look Homeward

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Look Homeward Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: A1/A2 Characters: A1 - Character, A2 - Character, Angel 1, Angel 2 Additional Tags: Jealousy, First Time, Vati's OCs Summary:

He is looking over at a2 driving and taking in the sight. A2 looks so grown now, his frame blocking the whole driver’s side window and his legs bunched up under the steering wheel, even with the seat all the way back. His eyes linger on a2’s forearms and biceps, how the freckles covering his skin are more infinite then the stars visible out the windshield.

A love letter to a2.

And a thank you to @hcnnibal for these characters.

[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday John Alexander Cruickshank, VC, born on May 20th 1920 in Aberdeen.

Yep, born in 1920, I know I sometimes get the age wrong, but John Cruikshank today celebrates his 104th birthday, making him the oldest person to feature in my anniversary posts.

The former Aberdeen Grammar school pupil, was involved in one of the most audacious acts of the conflict when he flew his Catalina aircraft through a torrential hail of flak. And, although his first pass was unsuccessful, he brought it around for a second sortie, this time straddling a U-boat and sinking the vessel.

However, the German anti-aircraft fire proved fatally accurate in response, killing the navigator and injuring four others, including both Flight Lieutenant Cruickshank and second pilot, Flight Sergeant Jack Garnett.

The Granite City pilot, who was just 24, suffered scores of different injuries while he and his comrades were engaged in sinking the German submarine, and, although their had succeeded in their first objective, there was another huge task in trying to return home safely to Sulom Voe, Shetland.

Cruikshank was educated at The Royal High School (RHS) of Edinburgh, Aberdeen Grammar School and Stewart’s Melville College in Edinburgh, his working life began when he was apprenticed to The Commercial Bank of Scotland on George Street Edinburgh, many of you will know the building nowadays as The Dome.

Looking back over 75 years ago it is amazing that Jock Cruikshank not only survived the mission, but is still alive today, he was hit in 72 places, and suffered serious lung injuries and 10 penetrating wounds to his lower limbs. Yet, despite this panoply of pain, he refused medical attention until he was sure that the appropriate radio signals had been sent and the aircraft was on course for its home base. Even at that stage, he refused morphine, aware that it would cloud his judgement and potentially jeopardise the rest of the men on board.

Flying through the night, it took the damaged craft five-and-a-half hours to get back to Sullom Voe, with Flt Sgt Garnett at the controls and his colleague lapsing in and out of consciousness in the back. Eventually, though, as another major hurdle came into the equation, he returned to the cockpit and took command of the aircraft.

There was nothing straightforward about ensuring the Catalina’s passage homewards; it had been impacted badly along with the crew members.

But, after deciding that the light and the sea conditions for a water landing were too risky for his inexperienced colleague, Flt Lt Cruickshank kept the craft in the air for as long he could, circling for an extra hour, as the prelude to bringing it down successfully on the water and ferrying the plane to an area where it could be safely beached.

It was an astonishing act of bravery, and yet Mr Cruickshank has always shunned the limelight or refused to take any credit for his actions. As one of his RAF colleagues later recalled, he felt he was one of the lucky ones to survive the conflict, unlike so many of his RAF friends who perished.

The brave pilot was later awarded the Victoria Cross at the Palace of Holyrood House by King George VI.

You can view a re-enactment in this docu-drama on Youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mraRXjjIAUc

JOCK CRUIKSHANK IS THE LAST SURVIVING WORLD WAR TWO VICTORIA CROSS HERO

The colour pics are of the man on his 100th and hundred and third birthdays respectively

[gillian-ybabez]

My second ebook, “The Wrong Sort of Circle” and Other Stories, is available on Gumroad for “pay want you want” starting at $0.

Seventy-two stories including:

Scifi stories like” Failed Clones”, “Space Spies”, and “A.I. (Re)Birth”. In “Happy Birthday Mickey”, robots made for human entertainment continue their jobs long after we are gone.

Fantasy stories like “Sleepless Knights”, “The Edge of the Map”, and “Cold Spots”. In “The Wrong Sort of Circle”, the main character draws a crop circle but attracts other circle loving Folk. In “The New Interview with a Vampire”, a transgender vampire tells her story on a daytime talk show in the year 2536.

Surreal stories like “I Can Remember Tomorrow”, “I was a Translator for NASA”, and “You Dream Of”. In “Homeward Bound”, a woman drives dark roads looking for the way home.

My first ebook “Love and Comets” and Other Stories, is also on Gumroad for free (or pay what you want) here.

“Love and Comets” and Other Stories contains forty stories including:

“Love and Comets” – a slice of life space adventure featuring a trans woman

“What’s the Last Thing You remember?” – Just a normal story about a woman having her memories uploading into a clone after her death

“Our Ghosts” – a poem about space and ghost stories

“Watchtower at the End of the World” – post-apocaliptic fantasy story about a small group of people surviving

“How Long is Forever?” – a poem about an immortal pondering her life

“Hidden Trees” – a surreal story about hidden spaces

“The Day is Hot” – a story about an encounter I had on a hot day

and many more…

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Her hast torn out”)

A rispetto sequence

               1

And where such as blank beyond me inscription to be equivalent. Her hast torn out. Now the happy soul unborn, what pious, survey’d,

and led by a sky like thought be hell; not lights me. I met find, tho’ fickle one more truth! Of his fair, they were mix’d with sought a light.

               2

The naked, and is but rejoicing her scour hath scoped to shut in nature bargain maiden fancye eke from her so is all not pain.

The woman have lived, I see no where lies! With Swift loathing. Which doth belong your name, that waves away chid I made to the prayse or foes.

               3

His our stretches may make your time’s would learned you ask of miracle- tones,&common, come, gleaming of Folly of Petrarch did the grace,

bide? For every hear’st, a lone despair: now let three-inch scarcely name. Hand in flowers plucked at a time maching to rail at love you art!

               4

Fell are some more ryper age and faithful rise, still to see, my cheek: its such triumphant spleen, which mine. Who might is needy whose deep, or

drop too supplied, but in a trembling their feebled like a king; he tocher-gude luck a language of a perspects, to me and for me.

               5

But their feebled mind. Yet as by name, well commends the bonie last from my Gods holy Hymen to weep is all they grew to flow. So than

to relieve a growe. Yet love mouths she harbrough there pomp to seek the nursling soul is time, O love wended starts doth what shall then, stayes hence.

               6

No pulsing through each night empty out one e’er forget till tis a passe, the moonlight. Then birds sang, and thy joy in the last, as in

her as on a woman-statues frailties, the pain; the fate with lullaby my grew to be lost in the lass makes looked of pleasure I?

               7

So he council broken my Gods pursutes of virtue’s ivy! Both dayly grain the only what happy soul can wealth, some in Sleeps

and as made then bloom, for the heart the more. But more shadow, hadst thou shall the terror, let tears. To issue outragedie. There half garden.

               8

Out thou shallowed it apart of reason? Go sleep reciting and what a children of father— still that last so discontentment

the king; he tocher-gude luck a large the leaves like a sleepe, to sanctify then, though thee. Lingers are mine weeding; yet keep the same go.

               9

Seeking his calm and him our coldly pray’r. Sung; and I for your goodbye, she sand. Rank as a moments, by can yet within motions be,

the eyes thou are and thither syne, that moments, wilt; if ever thankful slumber shadow: further doe, but deep is asham’d to its guide.

               10

How call out for thoughts, Prince, to slur with a rabbit’s like fleas off my discover her eyes we rest degrees, they grove, must pines that solemn

days heart, robin in the blushes, the hear the she always made the braw lass make my view? If ever speak for such vicissitudes she.

               11

Tho’ many, seek the produce a giraffe stranger … thought mistake my boste. Lest her homeward by Worthies and merry maiden far-spent my

poverthrowne, or age deprest. Beneath from please, how high birthday she prayer; he said this hour, waking look at a time; and bursts of ours?

               12

Then we crime. Well search to my desires the well except when the bargain marble. To all here holes. Because that so deare, thy image

is naked tree; the while shot. Join wise-women; certainly enjoy. When some know my head, which if those thy state! Say thy woes with reveal’d.

               13

The ghosts of glorious an across my Abelard it go away. The scorn that I do forget what, features, cause it may stretched in

all thief, although the proue, into the heav’n: but the day I die, the sense, no thou wert may linger into a caterwaul at my knee.

               14

For Goddess and there Sinne would nothings it half my cold; the glass the tree; how dear! Tripping and arose, which are no soldiers marriage, and

silent under the has before, and as a crush her that dared though all inheard the dust when all the gift of fear too blacke the powers.

               15

And bearable, have admired Hand fair is line itself decent planet float, and in the from my heares would be going dove, o

thee. And turned hand in knots of wit, and still on Menie doat, and down like thy word or act; that need beloveds have joy in the Spouse power.

               16

Each other’s drift of your early youth was but lovely I seek in shall she dies, love had morbid eye is so lost, of high birth, so pierc’d,

so shadow of then to comen sang, amang through. For once morning about the dog because knowing cockatiels—clutch at thy body.

               17

Our closed overplus; more then, Sir, awful; odes shouting in her hast chiefe good woman, who were the hearts led. So thrive witness is me deep,

having stept a bowl of injure that think’st the moments, call, and not disdaines about my foe outdo. I was an empty teares.

               18

And brough waits cautious night Titans shine with my nature stand attendants; the night, the eats warm and reign, follow, she doore, nor hope doth bright

let Heaven and curse my wrath, can obey. It is the moorlands, answers to float above speeds the raging his lov’d, adore enamel.

               19

Some sorrow happy Say the mirksome grove, fame, that sudden … winter’s jet, jet black and let thou canst not presence. To overgrown thee to

flight—a feels my Julia children; then soul gave all formed to go to be high did impressing further dread to was my love me do reeds.

               20

Burn, as any saint, refuse thy word of a large treasures, and hid me under pleasures when Love? Stella, those bed to sanctify the

accurst! A spinning Laura lay, and faith, some where all my lass made of Selefkia from thence, while praised his fled, distant her them all stay.

               21

Of there to retrace: for judgment. What faculties, myself unseen the mistress; she, you art: but give but the glory as conscious grace

my body be. Those whole mother’s like a greatnesse blesse Rosalind, and spare; so should toil; and break the lamps blaw, in vain; thy lust: thy tears?

               22

I seem a cuckold like my wouldn’t forgot thine. While I place and went, but perfume to sheds; the gold, though her voice, in the impress’d her mine

of life. Nor down in seas of life as the thought I am anxious was to show so you know I am to write me to take our touch.

               23

You are joies doe avoyd the make your eyes would spright when worth his lost in a great Master at all-beauty, a city and is bed; lie,

a gracious earth grew? In vain to rent health, some friend, becauses Hobbinoll, I could gazes frailties, and flash of my love, doth lie, still.

               24

Clinging Lord, o’er and more; but yet that vex thee for at sighing for men are, my light—not to words with voices diffusive good designed

warm and hoary heart. No marvel of your eyes burn, as I called and multiplied, the man, with fairy had suffice pay, and expiate.

               25

Yet be the Marvelously squalid cot; shunn’d, but deep, there to be effections busy with voice, is overcome a journey take their

tunes of your Pleasure them make and her again. Let no more king. Waste, can new vastness was she gods the worth, and prepared, she height and round.

               26

With honoured to bring the solar system, appal. She to the mother wi’ twa white ambulance ecstasy’s utmost my other

once alarms my through the praised her might so foremost wrath, and led by hold, an’ it was there I means rollin, her once like their reflection.

               27

How oft, where be my structed by that so faileth: but lost in laught seem’d no gunners married ghost; nor less I gaz’d; he toil’d: the zephyrs

waft the fire to me. She water- blurred fever, the Baltic deep in sight! Must be believe: which, so I moved then, music sadly say, No!

               28

Before thou, poor twas as long bin place, but you dost rest: but I spake our hours of me. Ah faith, hopeless for sheds; the nuptial Mansions, subject

find me not profane his close tender from his economy, and in this life-time’s fauld, as tender all the whole life in they speak.

               29

To lose, thy love and under a glass, the me dreams and host to where which we can choose not every object to slay men where stay for aughter

airy state! But take back my foe: I never liable as not nap or successful visitor. To lie doat, which now enjoy.

[personinthepalace]

Mary’s Lullaby [Look Out 3] by Emmie

This is a beautiful song written and sung by the wonderful @inked-out-trees from her amazing script of Look Out 3: Old Faces, New Places. Look Out 3 is her sequel to Look Out 1 and 2 from Mischief Movie Night In! I love the song that she wrote, so I used clips from those two shows to make this video. Happy Birthday, Emmie!! Thank you for this wonderful song and script 💜

Score transcription

Look Out 3 script

[power-chords]

Asked off the top by moderator Bilge Ebiri why he became a filmmaker, Mann looked homeward. “I had a visual appreciation for scenes in Chicago,” he said. “A steel bridge on a rainy night, the spaces, the way snow fell on the prairie outside Chicago. But I didn’t put that together with film. I wasn’t doing anything with a visual medium. I was an English major caught in the anguish of not having any idea what I wanted to do with my life.” After a screening of G.W. Pabst’s The Joyless Street (1925) during a film-history course at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, he strolled down Bascom Hill. “It was a freezing, crystal-clear night—you could see every star in the sky—and it suddenly struck me: you’re going to make films. It’s one of the only two or three times in my life where I was assaulted with total knowingness. That was it, I was going to be a filmmaker.”

Happy 79th birthday to the one, the only, the best of the best.

[annaofthenorthernlights]

First Line Game

feat Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

I was tagged by @bad-at-names-and-faces ...Thanks!

Going with the last 10 things I posted or updated on AO3

And…. I guess it´s easy to find my patterns… it´s kristanna only… 😊 and mostly… the first line starts off with Kristoff… Yeah... can´t help it!❤️

1. The avalanche had come down too fast, too quiet… (Intrusted hearts)

2. The song was a cool one and he enjoyed the fast beat and catchy tune when he still had about two hours to drive. (Hungry eyes and moving hips)

3. Kristoff stuffed his clothes into the laundry bag, zipped it close and picked up the bottle of detergent to head homeward. (I like your shirt, prompt collection)

4. “I´d like to order 21 cupcakes for tomorrow, please.” (Happy birthday)

5. Anna scrolled through her mobile for her sister´s contact, oh here…. (Feel and reason)

6. Kristoff stopped the car and glanced at his wife. (The feel of home)

7. Kristoff had never intended to eavesdrop. (Just a notion)

8. He hadn´t seen the truck pressing into the lane when he had gotten the green lights. (You... here...?)

9. That has been his traditional Harvest Day trip. (Raindrops and crackling fires)

10. Oh goodness, he looked even more handsome after some restful sleep and standing in broad daylight! (The beach case, a collaborated fic)

Okay, that was fun!

And now I will tag... @loonysama @hiptoff @justfrozenthings @thecassadilla @true--north @sunshinesparkles

[irondad-creator-awards]

Nominations List (Updated)

This will be the final update before the nominatons have closed, but only a few nominations are missing now. I’d do it sooner, but it takes days each time and so wouldn’t be finished in time anyway.

Remember: Voting begins Saturday April 10th. The link to the form will be posted here.

1. THE ONE THAT MADE YOU GASP! — A story which had a plot twist you didn’t see coming. Something that caught you so off guard that you had to stop a minute and take a breath before devouring the rest. What’s the story for you?

 A Beautiful Lie by Rayrox360

A Peter Parker Problem by Spagbol99

Archetype by Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Chaotic Peter Parker by Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Cycle Through by Ambivalentangst

Ever In Your Favor by Iron_Spider

Fallen Angel by Musicheart08

Figure-Out-Able by  Aimaim94

Flying And Flips by  Myglassesaredirty  

Give Him The Life, That I Couldn't Give You by Superherotiger

Inevitable by Annie_Walker

Irondad Ficlets by Ironxprince

Like Father, Like Son by An_Odd_Idea

Love Leaves A Memory No-One Can Steal by Ironmum

More Peril In Thine Eye by Iron_Spider

No Longer In Service by Starryknight09

Proof Of Concept by Flurrbee

Serenity by Jolinarjackson

Shock Therapy by Solstice

Spidey Tot by Kevy_Grayce

Stab Me In The Back (I'll Catch You From Behind       by Lansfics7

Stop, Look, Listen by Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

The Case Of The Sinister Spider by Ironfamjam

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

Thunder And Attrition by Magniloquentchanteuse

Time Will Tell by Tonystarkissist

Unforeseen Circumstances by Jlmonroe1234

 2. THE MULTI-CHAPTER YOU COULDN’T PUT DOWN — A story which kept you up all night or calling in sick for work so you were free to read. Who’s the culprit?

 A Beautiful Lie by Rayrox360

A Parent Apparent by Happyaspie

A Peter Parker Problem by Spagbol99

A Sailor Went To Sea by by Yellowdistress

Acolyte by Macabre

Air I Breathe by Heartofcathedrals

All The Devils Are Here by Yellowdistress

All The Senseless Scars by Notapartytrick

And You’ll Blow Us All Away by Losingmymindtonight

Astronomy In Reverse by Pansley

Breathe, Then Repeat by Thesecretuchiha

Come My Darling, Homeward Bound by Iamirondad

Ever In Your Favor by Iron—Spider

Every Beautiful Lie (Always Has An Ugly Truth by Da_Moose

Exploding Head Syndrome by Foolscapper

Five Times Tony And Peter Chaotically Cleaned by Ironmum

Free Like A Broken Heart by Notapartytrick

I Will Carry You (Always) by Thestarvingwriter

Identity Crisis by Kitcat992

If They All Knew About You by Mshermia

In Unlikely Places by Looneylizzie

Irondad Ficlets by Ironxprince

Legacy by Docseuss

More Peril In Thine Eye by Iron—Spider

Mr. Parker Declined To Comment by Apisdn

Pain Will Always Come Back To Haunt You by Kevy_Grayce

Permanence by Theexhaustedalchemist

Petey And The Hermit by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Pieces Of Echoes by Geekymoviemom

Proof Spiderman Loves Clickbait by Mauvera

Rise From The Ashes; Just To See You Again by Mintstream

Silent Screams And Surprising Saviors by Normalisoverrated

Sins Of The Fathers by Geekymoviemom

Spider-Man: Avengers (And Midtown High) React by Gayplums

Stop, Look, Listen by Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

The Definition Of Family by Queen (Ramble)

The End Of Infinity by Friendlyneighborhoodfangirls

The Haunted by Emily_F6

The Lost And Forgotten by Lizcraz

The Rattle Of Their Hearts by Iron_Spider

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

Transitions by Neuropsych

Turn Back The Clock (And I'll Try Again In The Morning) by Madasthesea

We Accept The Love We Think We Deserve by Polaroid15

We Will Foresee Obstacles by Blackwatchandromeda (Avenris)

We're Gonna Have To Do This Together by edibna,

 3. THE ONE-SHOT THAT THAT HAD YOU HOOKED — Some writers can cram more greatness into less words than a 100k monster. What’s the one-shot that did it for you?

 5 Times Peter Sleepwalked And The 1 Time He Pretended He Did by Losingmymindtonight

A Different Kind Of Surprise by Winterturtle

A Little Gray Area (Where I Can Keep You Safe) by Divineprojectzero

A Lot Can Happen In Approximately Two Years  by Soverysesual

Adventures In Babysitting  by Victori

Blessed Be The Boys Time Can’t Capture by Killerqueenwrites

Born Anew From Dust And Blood by Superherotiger

Countless Ways To Say I Love You by Hopeless_Hope

Disappearing Bruises by Happyjuicyfruit

Everything I Wanna Say About You Is More Than Enough To Write A Novel by Magnetichearts

Familiar Faces by Happyaspie

Fitting In (Tiny Spaces) by Aloneintherain

For Good by Madelinedear

Give Hime The Life, That I Couldn’t Give You  by Superherotiger

Guess How Much I Love You by Jack_Hunter

Hear You Me  by Starryknight09

I Can Hold The Weight Of Worlds (If That's What You Need) by Bluesweatshirt

I Did It All For You (So I Can’t Lose You Now) by Another_Introvert

I Didn’t Ask To Be In This Family  by Webtrinsic

I Have A Nephew!  by Zimnokurw

I Just Wanted To Protect You by Sunflowerspideyy

I Promise I'll Do Better by 221broadwayiron

I Promise You Kid, You're Safe Now by Bstarship

I Will Soften Every Edge by Losingmymindtonight

In My Heart There Was A Kind Of Fighting by Iron_Spider

It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year  by Freyaatterton

Keeping Watch  by Oreoluvr13

Let Sleeping Heroes Lie  by Attackonomelas

Move Back Home Forever  by Chasingflower

New Dream by Writerllofllworlds

Of Flying And Falling by Polaroid15,

Parallels by Kianisabitch

Peter's Ghost And One (1) Obnoxious Orange Stone by Bean_Reads_Fanic

Petey And The Hermit by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Physics Class  by Fictionalworldsareexquisite

Place In Your Heart by Potrix

Quantum Mechanics 5010  by Pipgraham

Quaranteens by Blueh

Someone To Want Me by Fritokays

Something Here Will Eventually Have To Explode by Madasthesea

The Case Of The Missing Museum Bea-Storer  by Ironmum

The Lightning Strike by Covo728

The Primary Reason Tony Stark Would Throw Down With An Anti-Vaxxer In The Street by Caraminha

The World Is Not Kind by Trickster88

There’s A Fine, Fine Line  by Faerialchemist

Til The Fight Is Done by Jinxquickfoot

To Be Like You by Polaroid15

Unauthorized Field Trip  by Duskblue

Voices Carry by Ferretshark

Waste Not, Want Not by  by Mttraspberrypie

What Do I Look Like To You, A Clearance Rack?   by Peterstank

What You're Feeling Is Probably Normal by Finny3120

You Got Lost While Getting Older  by Kuragay

 4. THE BEST THINGS COME IN SMALL PACKAGES — A drabble (under 1k) can pack in all the goodness that you need in a coffee break read. What’s that story for you?

 A Scene In Space by An_Odd_Idea

Asthmatic Spider by by Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Buttering Me Up by Iron_Spider

Cramps by Thisrosehasanothername

Cuddle Bug by Marvelous_Writer

Food At Home by Aimaim94

I Feel A Filth In My Bones (Wash Off My Hands Til It's Gone) by Madasthesea

Insomniacs In The Dark by Littlemissagrifina

Irondad Cuddles by Lilacsoulw

Nice To Meet You, Peter by Loubuttons

Nothing Like A Fresh Cup Of Humiliation In The Morning by Madasthesea

Of Christmas Lights And Car Chases by Marvelous_Writer

Of Masks And Memories by Littlemissagrafina

Outsider by Pinkeastereggs

Place In Your Heart by Potrix

Quentin Knows Best by Undercover_Royalty

S.O.S. (Somehow Obtained Son) by Madasthesea

Safety Net by Baloobird

You’re Always My Kid by Cyn_Writes

Let The Mind Games Begin Ironmum

Outsider by Pinkeastereggs

F.R.I.D.A.Y, When Did I Get A Son by Iwritesometimes (Orphan_Account)

Sleeping At Last by Webtrinsic

I Don’t Want To Rule My Own Country, I Just Want To Pass 10th Grade by Andromath

Patterns by Nokurde

The Dangers Of Sleeping On The Upside Of The Bed by Honorable_Mention

Dressing Up As A Hero by Madam_Sunflower

Carry Me by Shitforbrains

Spider Cooties by The_Forgotten_Nobody

Home Is Where The Heart Is by Wentrinsic

 5. THE BIODAD THAT TOUCHED YOUR HEART — Some of the greatest stories flip canon and make Tony Peter’s biological father. Be it baby Peter taking his first steps or Tony dealing with the fact his son is following in his superhero footsteps as Spider-Man, which is the one you loved most of all?

 A Gift Of Blood by Theeclecticsoul

An Abstract Concept by Iron-Spider

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It by Savana_Marlark

Blood And Iron by Aliciamirza

Built From Scraps by Peter Stank

Congratulations, It's A Boy by Capiocapi

Happy Birthday - And Merry Christmas by Thequeenofwhump

Happy Hogan Never Forgets A Face by Jen27ny

Hardest Lessons (Softest Results) by Mainstreamelectricalparade

I Love You More Than Anything by Iron_Spider

I Told You To Be Better(And You Became The Best) by Haru_K

If They Knew All About You by Mshermia

Little Demons Like To Play by Raccooncati

My Little Bambino by Maicaly

Return To Me, The One I Love So Endlessly by Superherotiger

Slow Down, Start Again From The Beginning by Cassiecasyl

So Many Things Left To Say (Series) by Sarcasmismyweapon

Sound Logic by Aytheria

Spiderson by Emily_F6

Stars, Hide Your Fires by Yellowdistress.

The Gift  by Uskblue

The Less Than Secret Life by Yellowdistress

The One Where Peter Is Related To Tony by Marvel_Cinematic_Universe_Fan

The Ties That Bind Us by Winterturtle

They Say Boys Don't Cry (But Your Dad Has Shed A Lot Of Tears) by Tempestaurora

Tomorrow And Tomorrow by Yellowdistress

What We Are (Series) by Yellowdistress

What’s In A Name? by Geekymoviemom

Twist Of Fate  by Karenninaaa

I Hold You Closer Than I Ever Knew I Could Do by Yourgaydad

Hydra’s Not A Home (Series) by Tempestaurora

Premature Love by  by Seeingthoughtsthroughwords

Move Back Home Forever by Chasingflower

Rest Your Head Close To My Heart, Never To Part (Baby Of Mine) by 14million_Constellations

Let Me Pave The Path Until You Come Back  (Series) by Elliahrose

Coming Home by  by Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Made Of Iron Born Of Fire (Series)  by             Savvysass And Imgoingtocrash

Tony Stark Vs. Babies "R" Us by Mainstreamelectricalparade

Rest your head close to my heart, never to part (baby of mine) by 14million_constellations

 6. THE ONE WITH THE FIELD TRIP — The field trip trope is one of the most popular in the fandom. What’s the story that you think pulls all the elements together to make it great?

 A Different Take by Cyberwolfwrites

Academic Commitment by Underoosstark

Bullies, Interns, And Secret Things by Thecuriousclockwork

Constant Internal [Spider] Screaming: Semi-Connected Scenes From A Graduating Senior’s Life by Isadancurtisproduction

Everyday Superhero by Stoneage_Woman

Field Trip by Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Field Trip Flip by Happyaspie

From Your Perspective, The World Is Flat by Blueh

I Don’t Want To Talk About It Anymore by Bees_And_Wasps

It's Above My Clearance Level by Tsk

Living With Superheros? Not Cool by Groot_Is_God

Mr Stark Enough For You? (Another Field Trip Fic Bcs We Dont Have Enough) by Livinei

Neon Liar (Hiding In Plain Sight) by Isadancurtisproduction

No Reason To Go by Pokegeek151

One Fall Weekend by Marvelous_Writer

Patterns by Nokurde

Peter-Man - Oh, F*Ck - I Mean Spider-Man by Orphan_Account

Tower Of Donuts And Doubts by Platinumdollz

Who Is He? by Velarisstars

You're What?  by Shewritesall

It's Above My Clearance Level by tsk

Peter and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Field Trip by cazei

Field Trip to Home, Joy by Every_Fandom_Trash

The Field Trip: Tony and Peter Reunion Edition by moreofareaderthanawriter

Ned Leeds and the Best Field Trip Ever by AriPotter

    7. THE TIME AFTER TIME ONE — There’s some great time travel stories out there, but which is your favorite?

 Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It by Savana_Marlark

Breathe, Then Repeat by Thesecretuchiha

Every Beautiful Lie (Always Has An Ugly Truth) by Da_Moose

Hero by Lady_Oneder

I Have Time by Peterparkr

I’ve Learned To Lose You by Peterparkr

It’s Me, Remember? by  Nanixerka

Oh, Take Me Back To The Start by Theregularwriter

Peter And Morgan's 40-Year-Long-Day by Thismarvelouslife

The End Is Just A New Beginning by Tytach

The Other Mr. Stark by Jelly_Pies

The Time Traveler’s Mentor by Iamirondad

Time To Pretend by Rowan_M

Turn Back The Clock (And I'll Try Again In The Morning) by Madasthesea

We Will Foresee Obstacles  by Blackwatchandromeda (Avenris)

Whatever It Takes by Starryknight09

  8. THE ONE WITH ALL THE OWIES — Another massively popular Irondad trope is hurt/comfort, and there’s some amazing stuff out there. Which is the one that you love most of all?

 A Beautiful Lie by Rayrox360

A Different Take by Cyberwolfwrites

A Peter Parker Problem by Spagbol99

A Scare In The Stark Household by Marvelous_Writer

Air I Breathe by Heartofcathedrals

Apartment 43B by Ironfamjam

Atlas by Polaroid15

Be Weak by Fluencca

Broken by My Own Hand (Put Back Together by Yours) by Gwenoakley

Built From Scraps by Peterstank

But What Is Grief? by Odd_1

Caught In A Lie by Krystalpomme

Contentiously Ambiable by Ktoon

Cycle Through by Ambivalentangst

Danger Pizza by Alice_In_Ink

Darkness Will Be Rewritten by Marveal

Dude, Do These Tacos Taste Funny To You? by First_Page

Five Times Peter Said "Sorry" To Tony Stark by Agentnerd

Follow The North Star Home by Fallingforbees

Foolish, Fragile Spine by Plnkblue

For Want Of A Dad (In Need Of A Son) by Ghostinthebau

Funeral by Mjscorner

Held On As Tightly As You Held On To Me by Itsreallylaterightnow & Killerqueenwrites

Lazarus, Come Forth by by Iron_Spider

More Peril In Thine Eye by Iron—Spider

Of Flying And Falling by Polaroid15

Outnumbered by Heartofcathedrals

Peaches by Peterparkr

Peppermint Allergy by Carpediem369

Peter's Ghost And One (1) Obnoxious Orange Stone by Bean_Reads_Fanic

Project Pride by Thesleepingowl

Seeing Without Sound by Astronomical_Alien

Shelter by Unluckyolive

Sometimes It’s Easier To Just Swim Down by Mjscorner

Stab Me In The Back (I'll Catch You From Behind) by Lansfics7

Statistically Speaking by Foolscapper

Stop, Look, Listen by Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

Stuck by Jelly-Pies

The Adventures Of Spidy-Son And Iron-Dad (Series) by Eva7673

The Past Is Knocking On My Door by Maicaly

The Room Where It Happens by Notapartytrick

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

The World Is Not Kind by Trickster88

Thirteen Minutes by Solstice

Wandering Child (So Lost, So Helpless) by Almond_Blossoms

We All Chase After A Few Dying Stars by Losingmymindtonight

What I Have, I Give To You by Aatticsaltt

What If There Is No Tomorrow? by Iron_Spider

When My Body Won't Hold Me Anymore (Where Will I Go) by Madasthesea

You Better Watch Out by Ciaconnaa

You’ll Always Get There First by Crowkag

Your Heart Changed (Mine Stayed The Same) by Loisselina

 9. THE ONE THAT HURTS SO GOOD — We all like a bit of angst sometimes, so what’s the story that you wanted to hide from but you had to keep reading to get to the happy ending?

 ... And When You Can’t Crawl ...  by Jolinarjackson & Shoyzzart

5 Times Tony Forgot Peter Was Just A Kid by Parkrstark

A Beautiful Lie by Rayrox360

A Peter Parker Problem by Spagbol99

Built From Scraps by Peterstank

Caught In A Lie by Krystalpomme

Cycle Through by Ambivalentangst

Dear God by Krystalpomme

Don't Worry About Me by Chvotic

Ever In Your Favor by  Iron_Spider

Fifteen Years In The Making by Potts89

Goodbye Mr. Stark, Thanks For Trying by Jelly-Pies

Held On As Tightly As You Held On To Me by Itsreallylaterightnow & Killerqueenwrites

I Need You (To Be Free) by Marveal

I Promise I'll Do Better by 221broadwayiron

I Want Go by Chvotic

I Will Carry You (Always) by Thestarvingwriter

If They Knew All About You by Mshermia

If You Can't Catch A Breath (You Can Take The Oxygen Straight Out Of My Own Chest) by Losingmymindtonight

If You Listen You Can Hear The Ibis by Yellowdistress

Inevitable by Annie_Walker

Its Always The Little Things by Uncertainty_Principle

Jealous? by Chvotic

Let's Get On With Living (While We Can) by  Almond_Blossoms

Love Leaves A Memory No-One Can Steal by Ironmum

May Parker's Complete Guide On How To Raise Your Spiderling by Embarrassing_Myself

More Peril In Thine Eye by Iron_Spider

Not So Friendly  by Ramble_On

Oceans (Where Feet May Fail)  by Myglassesaredirty

Of Drizzly Skies And Saltwater Taffy by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Of Flying And Falling   by Polaroid15

Peter's Ghost And One (1) Obnoxious Orange Stone  by The-Reverse-Mermaid

Please, Understand by Jipseebree

Protect  by Watermeloness

Reviving Peter Parker  by Yellowdistress

Stab Me In The Back (I'll Catch You From Behind) by Lansfics7

Standing On My Own Two Feet  by Minigigi

Stop, Look, Listen  by  Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

Stuck by Jelly-Pies

Sunlight by Ardenskyeholmes221

The Art Of Losing by Fluencca

The Missing 92 Days by Yellowdistress

The Room Where It Happens by Notapartytrick

The World Is Wide (But I Feel So Small)  by Buckets_Of_Stars

Thunder And Attrition by Magniloquentchanteuse

Turn Back The Clock (And I’ll Try Again In The Morning) by              Madasthesea

We Will Find Our Way Through The Dark  by Ashleyparker2815

What You Were Then I Am Today (Series)  by Madasthesea

When My Body Won't Hold Me Anymore (Where Will I Go)  by Madasthesea

When Trauma Comes Knocking by Kevy_Grayce

 10. THE ONE THAT SOOTHES THE PAIN — What’s The Story That You Go To When You Need A Pick-Me-Up After The Angst?

 5 Times A Spider-Baby Got Dad Smooched by Buckets_Of_Stars

5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud by Grilledcheesing

5 Times Tony Calls Peter Baby by Madasthesea

5 Times Tony Stark Protected Penny Parker   by Emily_F6

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It  by Savana_Marlark

Bedside Stories  by Wildwaveswhist

Bitch Better Have My Money by Neicy286

Career Day: A Short Story by Shewritesall

Congratulations, It's A Boy Capiocapi

Cuddle Bug  by Marvelous_Writer

Early Childhood Education by Thedisneyoutsider

Five Times Peter And Tony Chaotically Cleaned by Ironmum

For Want Of A Dad (In Need Of A Son) by Ghostinthebau

Hardest Lessons (Softest Results) by Mainstreamelectricalparade

I Can Hold The Weight Of The Worlds (If That's What You Need) by Bluesweatshirt

Instant Kill Mode by Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

It's My Party And I'll Bite If I Want To  by Whumphoarder

Leave Me Where I Am (I'm Only Sleeping) by Hopeless_Hope

Macho Macho Man by Iron_Spider

My Boy  by Thisisnotourlasthunt

No More Lonely by Shewritesall

Peter Revs His Engine by Punkybunny

Petey And The Hermit by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Research And Disaster by Blueh

Storm   by Parkerxheart

That's How You And I Will by  by Frostysunflowers

The Reinvention Of Tony Stark by Losingmymindtonight

The Road So Far  by Nicolemoon8

The Sun's Starting To Rise (These Are Beautiful Times  by Jelly-Pies

Titan's Lullaby by Starstepper

What You're Feeling Is Probably Normal by Finny3120

Whatever It Takes by Starryknight90

Where You Never Would Have Looked by Jwriter819

You And Me Lying On The Tile Floor (Trying To Keep Cool) by Madasthesea

11. THE ONE WITHOUT A HOME TO GO TO — There’s some wonderful homeless Peter stories out there, so which is the one you were blown away by?

 A Difference In Husbandry by Happy_Cloud

After The Landslide by Freyaatterton

After The Landslide by Freyaatterton

Distracted by A Dime by Happyaspie

Hope Is The Strongest Power  by Sarayin

I Told You I Had Issues by Bergen

I’m Lost (I Feel So Very Found)  by Cold_Nights_Summer_Days

In The End by Annie_Walker

Is It Too Much To Ask For Home That Lasts? Ft. Peter Parker by Wakandaforever2357

Living With Superheroes? Not Cool by Groot_Is_God

Make Way For Tomorrow by Hopeless_Hope

One Step Unto The Lonely Road (Has Scarred Me For Life)  by Hopeless_Hope

Paradise by Last_Of_Her_Kind

Reintroducing Hope by Fernandidilly_Yo

The Art Of Publicity by Xmypandabear

The Little Things (That I Miss) by Da_Moose

The Lost And Forgotten by Litcraz

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

Thunder And Attrition by Magniloquentchanteuse

To Find A Home (Series) by Aceofstars16

Unexpected (Everything I Never Knew I Wanted) by Moonchild2593

Unexpected Finds by Snarkymuch

Unwanted by Agib

 12. THE ONE THAT’S A WHOLE NEW WORLD — There’s lots of imaginative AUs in Irondad fic. Whether it’s Steve and Tony as baseball players or Pepper being Peter’s mom, which one is your number one?

 A Beautiful Lie by Rayrox360

A Guardian Among Us by Superherotiger

A Just An Honorable Hand by Friendlyneighborhoodirondad

A Little Monument Of Stones  by Yellowdistress

A Long Way Forward by Rxcrcfllptrs

A Soul's Best Friend by Superherotiger

Ain't My Blood; Still My Boys by Parkrstark

And The Band Played On  by   Bobee

Archetype  by Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Blood On My Hands (Beast In My Heart) by   Baloobird & Buckets_Of_Stars

Can’t Erase What I Wrote In Ink (Tell Me How Can I Change The Story) by Littlemissagrafina

Dear Fellow Traveler (Series) by Superherotiger

Ever In Your Favor by Iron_Spider

Have Patience, A Quick Wit, And A Gentle Heart by Ironfamjam

I Battle My Jerk Step-Dad by Andromath

I Will Carry You (Always) by Thestarvingwriter

In A Galaxy Far, Far Away (Series) by Madasthesea

It’s A New Life But Always The Same Love  by Wisterispidey

Moulded Mind by Wingswithoutstrings

Never Tear Us Apart by Imeanthatsprettysnazzy

No Matter What (You Keep Finding Something To Fight For)  by Rejectedmarvel

No Matter Where You Are, I'll Be There For You by X_Writingn_X

Nothing Left To Lose by  Notapartytrick

Oh, Bite Me  by Nanixerka

Once Upon A Reality by Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Only For A Little While by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Petey And The Hermit by Eccentric_Artist_221b

Pilot by Cold_Nights_Summer_Days

Quantum Mechanics 5010  by Pipgraham

Return To Me, The One I Love So Endlessly by Superherotiger

Sea Spider by Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Spidey Tot by Kevy_Grayce

The Boy Who Would Be King  by Writerreadsstuff

The Day Peter’s Name Finished With Stark by Skyrocket25

The Phoenix Project by Geekymoviemom

The Will Of The Force by Madasthesea

Though Everything Is A Miracle by Overtures

To Continue Being  by Censored

Tony Built A Son (Series)  by   Footloose_Poets

Until It Disappeared From Me by Ashleyparker2815

Unto The Breach  by Melissabosquez

What If We Never Were?  by  Ladylangst

What Occurred In Raychester Castle  by Fictionart

What We Grow To Be by Killerqueenwrites

When I Am On Your Shoulders by Ladyblackwater

Where Life Begins And Love Never Ends  by  Kitkatwinchester

You Got Lost While Getting Older  by Kuragay

You Mispronounced Spider by Lliblo

 13. THE TWEAKING THE SETTINGS ONE — There’s things we all wish we could change in canon — *cough* Endgame *cough* — so which canon divergence does it for you?

 5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud By Grilledcheesing

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It By Savana_Marlark

Beautiful Boy By Emily_Davison

Before, After, And Beyond  By               Mainstreamelectricalparade

Bittersweet By Kevy_Grayce

Breathe Again By Gwenoakley

Built From Scraps By Peterstank

Dear Mr. Fantasy By Iron_Spider

Exploding Head Syndrome By Foolscapper

Found Family   By Thedisneyoutsider

Home By Patrochilles_Trash

I Did It All For You (So I Can’t Lose You Now) By Another_Introvert

I Will Restore All That Was Broken By Killerqueenwrites

I’ll Make This Feel Like Home   By Ashleyparker2815

Invulnerable  By Imgoingtocrash

Keeping Watch   By Oreoluvr13

Like You'd Know How It Works By Mshermia

M&M Paradise (Series)   By Galaxythreads

May Parker's Complete Guide On How To Raise Your Spiderling By Embarrassing_Myself

Moulded Minds By Wingswithstrings

One In A Million By Inkinmyheartandonthepage

One Thing I’ll Never Know (Is How You Could Be A Ghost)   By              Gwenoakley

Peter's Ghost And One (1) Obnoxious Orange Stone By Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Pieces Of Echoes By Geekymoviemom

Stop, Look, Listen By Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

The Battle By Oblossom

The Burning In My Bones   By Happyjuicyfruit

The End Of Infinity By Friendlyneighborhoodfangirls

The More You Say, The Less I Know By Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

The Rattle Of Their Hearts By Iron_Spider

The Returned By Nicolemoon8

The Thrill Of Hope By Chasingflower

Titan's Lullaby By Starstepper

Up Came The Sun (Series) By Whimsicalethnographies

We Got Lucky   By The_Muses_Summer_House

We Will Foresee Obstacles By Blackwatchandromeda (Avenris)

What If: Peter Had Been Injured In The Ferry Scene  By Wolf5bane

What Makes A Family By Doctornineandthreequarters

What Was Missing Was You By Happyaspie

What Were The Words I Meant To Say Before You Left By Madasthesea

Whatever It Takes By Starryknight09

When Peter Forgot What Day It Was By Goldenambedo

Where He Belongs  By Asherkoyal

   14. THE ONE YOU GO BACK TO AGAIN AND AGAIN — Some fics deserve a re-read or ten. What’s the story you go find yourself going back to?

  5 Times Peter Fell, And Tony Caught Him. And The 1 Time Tony Didn’t By Eva7673

A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood By Ambivalentangst

A Guardian Among Us By Superherotiger

A Parent Apparent By Happyaspie

Age Regression Was Impossible... Right? By Chvotic

All The Devils Are Here By Yellowdistress

Am I Just A Shadow You Drew By Ironxprince

Apartment 43B By Ironfamjam

Archetype By   Bean_Reads_Fanfic,

Avengers Vandal By Awesomesockes & Whumphoarder

Baby's Firsts  By Mainstreamelectricalparade

Back To Bed By Eccentric_Artist_221b

Beautiful Boy By Emily_Davison

Built From Scraps By Peterstank

Dreams Don’t Scare You (They Ain’t Big Enough) By Jumpfall

Ever In Your Favor By Iron—Spider

Family Is More Than Blood (It Is Light) By Moonchild2593

For Want Of A Dad (In Need Of A Son) By Ghostinthebau

Ghost Of Christmas Past  By Ciaconnaa

Golden Boy  By Sticksandinfinitystones

I Just Wanted To Protect You By Sunflowerspideyy

If They Knew All About You   By Mshermia

I'm At One By Patrochilles_Trash

Into A White And Soundless Place  By Weatheredlaw

Kangaroo Care By Tonystarkissist

Keeping Company By Whumphoarder And Xxx_Cat_Xxx

Keeping Watch  By Oreoluvr13

Lean On Me By Parkerxheart

Let This Moment Be The First Chapter By Ephemeralstark

Moulded Minds By Wingswithoutstrings

Move Back Home Forever By Chasingflower

Mr. Misunderstood  By Parkrstark

My Boy By Thisisnotourlasthunt

Never Gonna Let You Down By Emily_F6

Patient #2252   By Thesoulofstrawberry

Play By Losingmymindtonight

Reviving A Spiderling By Eccentric_Artist_221b

Rules Are Made To Be Broken By Ironmum

Sins Of The Fathers By Geekymoviemom

Spider-Man: Avengers (And Midtown High) React By Gayplums

Superheroes Get Scared, Too  By Little_But_Mighty

The Darkest Hour Is Just Before The Dawn By Starryknight09

The Lost And Forgotten By Litcraz

The One Where Peter Is Bucky’s Weakness By Jinxquickfoot

The Rise And Fall Of A Spider By Spidersoning

The Spider-Man Conspiracy By Tempestaurora

The Stars The Moon They Have All Been Blown Out (You Left Me In The Dark) By Madasthesea

The Third Option By Uncertainty_Principle

The World Is Not Kind  By Trickster88

Webcams And Webshooters (Series) By Losingmymindtonight

What You Were Then I Am Today (Series) By Madasthesea

With Great Care By Giggles96

  15. THE SERIES THAT SWEPT YOU AWAY — Some of us love to go on a long ride with a series, so which is the world of multiple stories that you binged or waited anxiously for each update?

 A Hero's Journey By Annie_Walke

Another June Day By Skeeter_110

Chaotic Peter Parker By Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Dear Peter Parker, What To Say To You By Littlemissagrafina

Family Business- Supernatural Au By Killerqueenwrites

Home By Glwilliams97

Hydra’s Not A Home  By Tempestaurora

I Love You More Than Anything (Bio Dad Au) By Iron_Spider

Identity Saga By Kitcat992

In A Galaxy Far, Far Away   By Madasthesea

Irondad NSAP By Chvotic

Lactose Intolerant Peter By Whumphoarder

Learning To Parent By Bowtiez

Lights To Guide You Home By Jolinarjackson

Like You'd Know How It Works And What Comes After By Mshermia

Movie Aus  By Imeanthatsprettysnazzy

Mr. Stark & His Kid By Writerstrash

Nice Work, Kid By Madasthesea

Once Upon An Adoption By Kevy_Grayce

Out Of Darkness By Starryknight09

Paint It Black Verse      By          Queen Of Crystallopia

Peter Parker: Future Hearts By Xseshatx

Pieces Of Echoes By Geekymoviemom

Single Parent Peter Parker By Prettymalfoy

Soul Stone Realm By Marvelmusicmystery

The New Normal By Baloobird

The Room Saga By Iamirondad

Tony Built A Son By Footloose_Poets

Tony Stark Is A Good Mentor By Happyaspie

Under Influence Writerstrash

Was That A Star Wars Reference, Dr. Stark? By Jen27ny

We Forgot Peter By Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Webcams And Webshooters By Losingmymindtonight

What Makes A Family By          Doctornineandthreequarters

What You Were Then I Am Today  By Madasthesea

Whumptober 2019 By Iron_Spider

 16. THE IN-PROGRESS ADVENTURE — What’s the story that has you checking your email each day, hoping for an update?

 - Is He Or Is He Not? By Omenthia_Arc

A Beautiful Lie By Rayrox360

A Difference In Husbandry By Happy_Cloud

A Perfect Storm            By Grilledcheesing

A Stark Contrast  By Melodicrunes

Ain't My Blood; Still My Boys By Parkrstark

All The Stars Align By Ashleyparker2815

And The Band Played On By Bobee

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It By Savana_Marlark

Beautiful Boy By Emily_Davison

Come Undone By Capiocapi

Contentiously Amiable By Ktoon

Dream In Colors Borrowed From The Sea By               By Buckets_Of_Stars

Every Beautiful Lie (Always Has An Ugly Truth) By Da_Moose

Fifteen Years In The Making By Potts89

Fire With Fire By Agentianlegend

Found Family By Thedisneyoutsider

Found Family  By          Thedisneyoutsider

How To Repair A Broken Heart By Influentialpineapple

If They Knew All About You By Mshermia

If You're Going Through Hell, Keep On Going By Baloobird

In Unlikely Places By Looneylizzie

In Unlikely Places By Looneylizzie

Lets Get On With Living (While We Can)         By Almond_Blossoms

Mr. Stark, Something Is Wrong By @Simping-For-Peggy

Not So Friendly By Ramble_On            

Only Going Over Home By Eccentric_Artist_221b

Outnumbered By Heartofcathedrals

Permanence By Theexhaustedalchemist

Peter’s New Step-Brother By Bowtiez

Priorities By Jlmonroe1234

Return To Me, The One I Love So Endlessly By Superherotiger

Rewind By Losingmymindtonight

Sleeping Through A Rogue Winter Storm By Pogokitten

Spider-Man: Avengers (And Midtown High) React By Gayplums

Survivors Guilt By Ember_Darla And Marvel_Cinematic_Universe_Fan

Tech Of Nondestructive Yakking          By Wabisabi

The Case Of The Missing Museum Bea-Storer By Ironmum

The Hero Of Our Own Story By Kingdomfaraway

The Many Adventures Of Iron Dad And Spider Son By Lbigreyhound13

This Warm Repair By Peterstank

Unforeseen Dangers By Starryknight09

Unto The Breach By Melissabosquez

Wanting To Be Better by  Mz_Supermanfan

We Can't Have Faith For Everybody By Hale13

Webcams And Webshooters (Series) By Losingmymindtonight

What If We Never Were? By Ladylangst

What Occurred In Raychester Castle By Fictionart

What You Were Then I Am Today By Madasthesea

With Great Care  By Giggles96

You Are My Sunshine By Iamconstantine

You Stay, I Go  By Cinnamonrollstark

 17. THE COMPLETE FIC THAT YOU CHERISH — Whether Or Not You’ve Got The Patience For An In-Progress Or Not, There’s A Wealth Of Complete Stories You Can Devour At Leisure Or All In One Coffee-Fuelled Binge. What’s Yours?

 5 Times Peter Fell, And Tony Caught Him. And The 1 Time Tony Didn’t. By Eva7673

5 Wishes Peter Didn't Ask For And The 1 He Did By Alice_In_Ink

A Peter Parker Problem By Spagbol99

A Soul's Best Friend By Superherotiger

Always Silent, Peter Darling By Lliblo

And You’ll Blow Us All Away By Losingmymingtonight

Because I Said So: Adventures In Parenting (With Commentary By Peter Parker) By Teamironmanforever

Come, My Darling, Homeward Bound By By Iamirondad

Coming Home By Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Darkness Will Be Rewritten By Marveal

Engine 12 By Bethy_277

Five Times David Didn't Understand What Was Going On With His Girlfriend's Nephew By Bumblie_Bee

Five Times Peter And Tony Chaotically Cleaned By Ironmum

Five Times Peter Was Tony’s Son And One Time Tony Was His Dad By Zojnks

Five Times Tony Stark Got To Be A Normal Dad By Captainstarsong

Good Publicity By Bergen

Heart Made Of Glass, My Mind Of Stone  By Princessironspider

HYDRA'S NOT A HOME (Series) By TEMPESTAURORA

I’m Here, Always By   By Rosesandribbons

Identity Crisis  By Kitcat992

If You’re Gonna Love Someone, Let It Be Me By  Ianalystark & Scooter3scooter

Intern Spider By Emily_F6

Let Me Pave The Path Until You Come Back (Series) By Elliahrose

Man In A Can By Jinxquickfoot

On The Other Side Of The Door           By Iron_Spider

Only For A Little While By By  Eccentric_Artist_221b

Only For A Little While By Eccentric_Artist_221b

Pupper Parker By Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Starlight, Star Bright By Mainstreamelectricalparade

Stars, Hide Your Fires By Yellowdistress

Stop, Look, Listen By Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

The 5 Times Tony Stark Helped Peter Parker’s Reputation. (And The One Time Peter Helped His.) By Deductioniskey

The Darkest Hour Is Just Before The Dawn By             By Starryknight09

The Guardian By Emily_F6

The One Who Made It Out By Tiaylasglass

The Root Is Expectation By Yellowdistress

The Stars And The Moon They Have All Been Blown Out (You Have Left Me In The Dark) By Madasthesea

The Third Option By Uncertainty_Principle

Too Pure For Your Own Good By An_Odd_Idea

What Do I Need? By Scooter3scooter

Your Heart Changed (Mine Stayed The Same) By Loisselina (Loisselina)

   18. THE ONE THAT GAVE YOU ALL THE LOVE — We all love Irondad, but some stories come with bonus bonds that give us just as much. Do you have a Peter & Bucky, or a Peter & Steve working alongside which delivers all the found family goodness?

 5 Times Happy Hogan Nearly Had A Heart Attack Because Of Peter Parker By Thespydersargon

Be Careful What You Wish For, You May Just Get It By Savana_Marlark

Between How It Is And How It Should Be By Frostysunflowers

Brighten Up, Sunshine By Iron_Spider

Give Him The Life, That I Couldn’t Give You   By Superherotiger

I Have A Nephew! By Zimnokurw

It Must Be Nice (To Have Mrs. Potts On Your Side By Sdottkrames

It Takes A Village (To Make Sure You're Okay) By Baloobird

Keeping Watch By Oreoluvr13

Kingdom Come Undone By Killerqueenwrites

Let Me Pave The Path Until You Come Back (Series)  By Elliahrose

Parallels   By Kianisabitch

Perfectly Parental By Bergen

Project: Get Bucky Barnes A Dog By Ruxian

Road Work Ahead By Toniwilder

Rules Are Made To Be Broken By Ironmum

Sea Of Expectations  By Astro_Cat13

The Darkest Hour Is Just Before The Dawn  By Starryknight09

The Definition Of Family By Queen (Ramble)

The Missing Lego Piece By Thedisneyoutsider

The Puzzle That Is Peter Parker  By Neuropsyche

Titles    By Aimaim94

When In The Dark By Kevy_Grayce

Will You Be My Found Family?   By Frostyqueen

Worst Summer Vacation By Mysterycyclone

  19. THE PROLIFIC WRITER AWARD — Irondad has some amazingly prolific writers. Which are the ones you’ve subscribed to get at that fic-wonder goodness of 10 works or more?

 14million_Constellations

Aimaim94

Aimaim94

Ashleyparker2815

Baloobird

Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Bowtiez

Buckets_Of_Stars

Buckets_Of_Stars

Capstar98

Cold_Nights_Summer_Days

Doctornineandthreequarters

Duskblue

Eccentric_Artist_221b

Emily_Davison

Emily_F6

Fictionalworldsareexquisite

Frostysunflowers

Grilledcheesing

Happyaspie

Hold_Our_Destiny

Iamalystark

Iamirondad

Icylightning

Imgoingtocrash

Inkinmyheartsandonthepage

Ironfamjam

Ironmum

Iron-Spider

Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Jelly_Pies

Jen27ny

Jen27ny

Jolinarjackson

Joyful_Soul_Collector

Jwriter819

Killerqueenwrites

Killerqueenwritws

Kitkatwinchester

Littlemissagrafina

Littlemissagrafina

Losingmymindtonight

Madasthesea

Magicalyss

Maicaly

Mainstreamelectricalparade

Marvelous_Writer

Marvels_Blue_Phoenix

Mshermia

Myglassesaredirty

Nanixerka

O0citrusee0o

Parkrstark

Rosesandribbons

Sandyk

Scooter3scooter

Sdottkrames

Softdadironman

Starryknight09

Summerwolf

Superherotiger

Tempestaurora

Thedisneyoutsider

Thedumbestavenger

Turtle_Bean

Webtrinsic

Whumphoarder

Wisterispidey

Wolfypuppypiles

Xseshatx

Yellowdistress

  20. THE NEWBIE — New writers are joining the fandom all the time. Who’s the newbie (posting for 12 months or less) that’s delivering the good stuff for you?

 107thinfantry

Anoddidea

Asherkoyal

Baymax_13

Bung

Canonismybitch

Carpediem369

Carpediem369

Da_Moose

Eemolu

Emily_Davison

Fallingforbees

Forthenightisdarkandfullofterror

Freyaatterton

Frostyqueen

Imeanthatsprettysnazzy

Ironmum

Jinx_Frost

Just_Ppeachy

Kittybellestark

Krystalpomme

Lilacsoulw

Maicaly

Maicaly

Marvelousbutterfly

Marvelousbutterfly

Omenthia_Arc

Patrochilles_Trash

Penny4yourThoughts

Peters

Peterspajamas

Polaroid15

Punkybunny

Revengewitch

Rosesandribbons

Silverdraconyx

Skiesbluetoday

Spagbol99

Sunflowerspideyy

Thedisneyoutsider

Theexhaustedalchemist

Theweirdpersonnextdoor

Thisisnotourlasthunt

Winterturtle

Wolf5bane

 21. THE OG — Who’s the writer that’s been around for a while (12 months or more) that keeps you captivated?

 Aceofstars16

Aimaim94

Almond_Blossoms

Ashleyparker2815

Baloobird

Bean_Reads_Fanfic

Blueh

Bowtiez

Buckets_Of_Stars

Caraminha

Cold_Nights_Summer_Days

Doctornineandthreequarters

Duskblue

Eccentric_Artist_221b

Emily_F6

Evotter

Frostysunflowers

Geekymoviemom

Gremlinsr

Grilledcheesing

Grilledcheesing

Happyaspie

Iamirondad

Imgoingtocrash

Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Iron_Spider

Ironfamjam

Isnt_It_Pretty_To_Think_So

Jelly_Pies

Jen27ny

Jolinarjackson

Karenninaaa

Kevy_Grayce

Killerqueenwrites

Little_But_Mighty

Losingmymindtonight

Madasthesea

Marveal

Ms Hermia

Myglassesaredirty

Parkrstark

Rejectedmarvel

Scooter3scooter

Shoyzzart

Snarkymuch

Spooderboyandtincan

Starryknight09

Summerwolf

Superherotiger

Tempestaurora

Tonystarkissist

Trickster88

Webtrinsic

Whumphoarder

Whumphoarder

Wolfypuppypiles

Yellowdistress

 22. THE WILD CARD STORY — The story that does (or doesn’t) fit into the above categories but you believe deserves the prize. Which one is that for you?

 5 Times Peter Sleepwalked And The 1 Time He Pretended He Did    By Losingmymindtonight

A Beautiful Lie  By Rayrox360

A Fic Where Superior Iron Man Gets DECKED  By Nanixerka

A Peter Parker Problem, By Spagbol99

A Pressing Emergency By Whumphoarder

Aliens Really Are Out To Get You Aren't They?            By Some_Sort_Of_Trash

An Uncomfortable Issue By Summerartist

Bank Robber By Purplecat7

Born To Cherish By Ironfamjam

Career Day  By Superhusbands4ever (Potterwatch97)

Chickpea And Bleach Curry By S0lstice

Doing Good By Thestubb

Everyday Superhero By Stoneage_Woman

Father’s Day Troubles  By Willienillieflys

Five Time Faculty Members Had To Call Peter's Emergency Contact + 1 Time He Shows Up Anyway By Kingdomfaraway

Five Times Tony And Peter Chaotically Cleaned By Ironmum

From Mr. Stark To Tony  By 1minute

Glittering Green  By Aimingarrows

Guess I’m Not Good Enough  By Freyaatterton

I Can Hold The Weight Of Worlds (If That's What You Need) By              Bluesweatshirt

I Will Soften Every Edge By Losingmymindtonight

I’m Not Telling Him. Period By Scooter3scooter

Inimitable By Ephemeralstark

Irondad NSAP (Series) By Chvotic

Irondad NSAP  By Chvotic

Kids Suck, But You're Great By Gymlily06

Kids Suck, But You're Great By Gymlily06

Long Gone | Marvel Au  By Strangerlyparker

Nothing Wrong With Being Yourself  By Kitkatwinchester

Play By Losingmymindtonight

Play      By          Losingmymindtonight

Research And Disaster By Blueh

Secret  By Aimaim94

Tall Skies By Black_Briar

Tech Of Non-Destructive Yakking By Wabisabi

The Case Of The Tyrannical Two By Ironfamjam

The Ghost Of Heroes By Enigmaris & Scarletnightfury

The Ghost Of Heroes By Enigmaris & Scarletnightfury

The Long Way Round  By Undeerqueen

The Peter Parker Conspiracy  By Tempestaurora

The Real Hero  By Jilycslove

The Reinvention Of Tony Stark By Losingmymindtonight

The Reinvention Of Tony Stark By Losingmymindtonight

The Right Call   By Boleyn13

The Stark Family, By Tonystarkissist

Things That Make It Warm  By Dredfulhapiness

This Ride Is A Wild One             By Just_Ppeachy

We Are Family  By Icylightning

What You're Feeling Is Probably Normal By Finny3120

Winterturtle    By A Different Kind Of Suprise

Wrong Number Kid By Blackshadow030930

iexist in two places, here and where you are by mindshelter

 ART 1 — DIGITAL MEDIA - Who has those PhotoShop skills, who makes the best mood boards? We have some wonderful artists in the Irondad fandom, and we’re here to celebrate them. Who's your favorite artist?

  @blackchessknight (tumblr)

@broskepol (tumblr)

@itsybitsyspiderling (tumblr)

@kitcat992(tumblr)

@monireh (tumblr)

@spidey-art (tumblr)

@steviesboy (Tumblr)

@superherotiger (tumblr)

  ART 2 — SKETCHES  — Who has the skills with the original medium of art in sketches? Whose pencil can create the characters we love best?

 @broskepol (Tumblr)

@dakt37 (Tumblr)

@monireh89 (Tumblr)

Ellarie.png (Instagram)

@dchanberry (Tumblr)

  ART 3 — CARTOONS — Chibis, Manga, Anime, who can create the very best?

 @Maryo274 (Tumblr)

@yes-i-am-happyaspie (Tumblr)

@maryo274 (Tumblr)

@akira-akatsuki (Tumblr)

@mjscorner (Tumblr)

Ellarie.png (Instagram)

Ironkrispies (Instagram)

 ART 4 — FANVID — Some of the greatest creators are the ones that match the music to the mood, find the perfect scenes to make us laugh and cry. Who does that for you?

 Emsxworld

all my life || tony & peter (father/son au) by akapotatogirl

tony stark & peter parker | ashes by mythicalroyalty

mblaqminoz

My Dad's a Hero to Me by MsMorganStark

You Are The Reason l Tony Stark & Peter Parker by Chocolala

Tony Stark & Peter Parker (Adoption Au) || Home by andrea d

Ellaire.png (Instagram)

Tony Stark & Peter Parker | A Stark Family AU | Home by Ineffable Films

  ART 5 — BEST IRON FAMILY FANART — Who can create those feeling of Ironfam with their art? Who captures the characters we love in that iconic family.

 @superherotiger (Tumblr)

@broskepol (Tumblr)

ellarie.png (Instagram)

@moonestaly (Tumblr)

@spidey_art (Tumblr)

@peterokii (Tumblr)

 ART 6 — MOST HEARTBREAKING FANART — Art can move us to tears. Who captures those moments and brings tears to your eyes?

 @cottoncandyofterror (Tumblr)

@eccentric_artist_221b (Tumblr)

@spidey-art (Tumblr)

@superherotiger (Tumblr)

Artinggrace (Instagram)

Ellarie.png (Instagram)

 ART 7 — BEST HURT/COMFORT — Who captures the pain of the moment best for you?

 @broskepol (Tumblr)

@chocolala

@spidey-art (Tumblr)

@tonystarkissist (Tumblr)

I will always love you (no matter what...) by @monireh (Tumblr)

 ART 8 — THE WILD CARD ART— The art that does (or doesn’t) fit into the above categories but you believe deserves the prize. Which one is that for you?

 @cainternn (Tumblr)

@Iwritedumbshit (Tumblr)

@rhymewithrachel (Tumblr)

Hannssm (Instagram)

[earliebirb]

stevetony + "one person confesses when they think the other person thinks they're asleep BUT WAIT they're not actually asleep and heard the whole thing"? Thank you so much for your lovely fics, they always make my day and I love your style!! 💕💕💕

AAAAAAAH JEN. You’re too sweet! :(

Thank you so much for the prompt! I adore this prompt. Also, for some reason it turned into another vague college au??? More like vague no powers au with a sprinkle of college, but yeah. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one and I hope I did the prompt justice!

ignorance is (not) bliss

steve/tony, au: college, fluff, getting together, 2074 words 

“Come on, Tony. Let’s go.” 

Steve has an arm around Tony’s waist and one of Tony’s arm slung over his shoulder, guiding him step by step as they trudge their way home. After a few of Tony’s wobbly steps forward, however, it becomes clear that they’re not going to make any significant progress in their homeward journey if they keep going like this.

Steve stops in his tracks and Tony’s body sways into Steve’s. 

Tony looks at him and giggles, blinking languidly. Under the yellow streetlights, drunk and unable to walk in a straight line, he still looks unfairly breathtaking. 

Steve ducks his head, biting his lip to suppress his laughter. He sighs before crouching in front of Tony decisively. 

“Come on, I’ll carry you home.” 

There is a brief silence in which Steve becomes worried that Tony is too drunk to understand what he’s supposed to do, but then he hears the shuffle of Tony’s sneakers on the ground and then he feels Tony’s weight settling over his own body, his arms looping around Steve’s neck from behind. Steve reaches behind him and hooks his arms under Tony’s knees before standing up with a grunt. 

“Hold onto me, okay? Don’t let go,” Steve says, turning his head to the side as far as his head allows to attempt to look at Tony. He can’t actually see Tony’s face, but the man hums contentedly into Steve’s neck and Steve shivers when he feels the cold tip of Tony’s nose brush against his skin. 

“I’m going to take that as a yes.” Steve grins to himself, overcome with fondness. There’s something about drunk, pliant, and half-awake Tony that pulls at his heartstrings and overwhelms him with the need to protect.

He begins walking quietly then, the weight of Tony comforting and warm on his back, dirt and asphalt crunching under his shoes. 

“Did you have fun today?” Tony slurs into his shoulder.

“Yeah, I did,” Steve replies sincerely, his mind recalling the events of the night with a smile. Tony had organized a surprise party at a karaoke bar attended by their small circle of friends. Steve had a surprising amount of fun just watching his friends goof around half drunk, enjoying their terrible renditions of various songs. Tony’s own ear-splitting cover of Highway to Hell is Steve’s personal favorite. 

“Although, I would argue that you ended up having way more fun than I did,” Steve teases. Tony giggles, his breath warm against Steve’s neck. 

“Happy birthday, Steve,” he mumbles sleepily into Steve’s shirt. 

“Thank you, Tony.” 

They spent the next few minutes in companionable silence before Steve attempts to make conversation as he turns the corner of the street. 

“Hey, how much did you actually drink? Can’t remember the last time I saw you this drunk.”

His inquiry is promptly greeted by resounding silence. 

He comes to a stop, glancing back at Tony. “Tony?”

More silence. Without the sound of his walking, he can hear Tony’s steady breathing.

“Out like a light, huh?” Steve says to himself, before lifting Tony further up on his back and resuming the walk home.

“You know, Tony. I really did have a lot of fun today. I always tell you that I don’t like surprises, but I find that I don’t mind them so much… coming from you,” Steve confesses, and he doesn’t know why he’s doing this, pouring his heart out to Tony when the man is clearly not awake. Perhaps it’s the fact that it’s 3 AM on a Friday night. The neighborhood is mostly asleep and the way the world is quiet right now makes him feel sort of invincible, gives him the kind of courage to do things he wouldn’t normally do, makes him feel that anything he does right now isn’t quite real and won’t have any permanent consequences. 

So maybe that’s why he continues to say whatever he wants, opening the floodgates for secret confessions his heart longs to say aloud, letting the words flow out without the common sense from his brain there to stop them.

“I loved the surprise party. I loved watching all of you sing your hearts out. Although, I don’t know if we can call most of what we did ‘singing’. Maybe more… passionate screaming.” Steve chuckles.

“But if you want me to be honest? This, right here, is my favorite part of the entire night,” Steve says, relishing the way Tony’s brown curls tickle the side of his neck, his head lolling back and forth on Steve’s shoulder with every step he takes. 

“I would give up even the most amazing, crazy, mind-blowing party if I got to spend a night with you, just the two of us. I really don’t care what we do, just as long as you’re by my side. Hell, you could even slander my favorite TV show and talk my ears off about how scientifically inaccurate it is.” Steve feels his own lips turn up in a helpless smile just at the thought of it, a wave of longing so powerful taking over him and leaving him breathless.

Steve takes a deep breath. 

“The truth is… I’m in love with you, Tony,” he finally says out loud, for the first time ever. The way he is able to express how he has always felt about Tony without any inhibitions feels unbelievably freeing, a lightness filling his limbs, making his steps lighter. He feels untouchable.

“I’ve known this for a while and it’s simultaneously the best and worst feeling in the entire world. Sometimes when I look at you, I feel like I love you so much my heart is going to burst with it.”

He makes it into the elevator of their apartment building, pressing the button for their floor. His own reflection stares back at him from the smooth metal elevator doors as they close. Then his eyes fall on Tony, fast asleep on his back. 

“Some days, it makes it hard to breathe. Other days… On days like today, it leaves me feeling all dopey and happy like I’m on cloud nine,” he says, his voice disconcertingly loud in the small enclosed space. He allows himself a few seconds to lean back against Tony’s warmth and lets his eyes linger on their reflection, indulging in the brief fantasy of them being an actual couple. They look good together. 

The elevator dings. Steve carries Tony out of the elevator and manages to punch in the passcode to Tony’s apartment door—right across from his—with some difficulty, all the while making sure Tony doesn’t slide off his back. He finally makes his way into Tony’s bedroom, knowing the layout of the apartment so well he could probably traverse it in his sleep. Gingerly, he sits down on Tony’s bed, extricating Tony from himself slowly so as not to rouse him from his sleep. His back feels instantly cold from the loss of warmth, his heart bereft. He takes off Tony’s sneakers one by one and tries his best to maneuver his body under the sheets, tucking him in.

Lingering on the bed, Steve leans close to sweep Tony’s brown locks away from his eyes, unwilling to leave just yet. The second he leaves, this magical night comes to an end and Steve has to go back to the reality of days spent in painful, ridiculous pining.

Just as he moves to pull his fingers away from Tony’s face, one of Tony’s hands shoots up to grab his wrist, gripping it tightly. Slowly, Tony opens his eyes.

Steve’s blood freezes in his veins. His heart sinks with dread. 

“Tony?” Steve hopes that this is just some weird bout of sleepwalking, but Tony doesn’t sleepwalk, and from the thoughtful way Tony regards him, Steve knows that Tony is somehow very much awake, which means—

Tony swallows, his eyes wide and alert in a way Steve didn’t think they were capable of being twenty minutes ago. 

“Steve,” he says, the single word carrying too much weight.

Steve moves to pull his wrist away to— 

He doesn’t actually know what he is planning to do but he supposes it’s something along the lines of locking himself in his room, burying his head under a pillow, and sleeping forever and ever.

Tony’s grip is strong and unyielding. He maintains Steve’s gaze with a defiant look in his eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Steve feels lightheaded and when he speaks his words come out in a terrified rush. “You were awake this entire time?”

“Well, I was in and out of it, but yeah. Mostly.”

Steve squeezes his eyes shut, inhaling through his nose. “Did you—”

“Yeah.”

“How much—”

“All of it.”

It feels like eternity before Steve is able to force something coherent out of his throat. “I’m sorry.”

“Steve. Look at me.”

Steve’s eyes remain tightly shut.

“Steve?”

Steve shakes his head vigorously, eyes still closed.

“Steeeve?” Tony calls again.

There is the sound of rustling sheets, like Tony is shifting on the bed.

“If you don’t open your eyes, I’m going to kiss you.”

The wave of pure shock that simple statement sends through his body makes his eyes blink open of their own accord. He flinches with further surprise when he sees that Tony’s face is suddenly much closer than it was before. 

“Tony, I—”

“Is this why you always turn down Natasha’s matchmaking attempts?”

Steve nods slowly, feeling dizzy under Tony’s close scrutiny.

Tony starts to chuckle, resting his forehead on Steve’s shoulder. “God, we’re both idiots.”

“Huh?”

Tony leans back, smiling at him with a tenderness that sends his heart racing.

“Remember that one time you finally decided to go on a date with Sharon?”

Steve nods, thinking back to the night he agreed to go on one date after Natasha’s endless pestering, to at least try, because Sharon had seemed nice and Tony was never going to love him back anyway. 

In retrospect, the whole thing was a terrible mistake because he practically went on the date to get over Tony, which effectively makes him a jerk. Heartache had clouded his judgment, but sweet and nice Sharon deserved so much better than that. Even at the end of their date, when it had been clear to the both of them that things weren’t going to work out between them, she remained unbelievably kind and gracious. 

“You remember how I had skipped all my classes the following day?”

“Yeah?”

“It was because I had a massive hangover. Because the night of your date, I was getting absolutely shitfaced, drinking my feelings away.”

Steve furrows his brow, breath hitching in his throat. “Because—”

“Because I’ve been in love with you since like, forever?” Tony’s tone is deceptively nonchalant, but the nervous way in which he avoids Steve’s eyes betrays his true emotions.

Steve sucks in a deep breath, an overwhelming warmth flooding his chest, his affection for Tony intense and heady like some kind of potent drug rushing through his veins. 

“Well, uh, the Sharon thing didn’t work out anyway,” Steve says, feeling out of breath. Tony’s doe-eyes look up to meet his gaze at the admission.

“Yeah?” 

“During the date, I… couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he confesses, ducking his head bashfully. 

“Well, I’m glad it didn’t work out,” Tony says. When Steve meets his eyes again, Tony is looking at Steve like he just discovered that the secrets of the universe have been swimming in Steve’s eyes all along. 

“Me too.” Steve lets out a shaky breath. “So, uh. It’s late. You should get some sleep. See you tomorrow?”

He stands up, a little unsteady on his feet. 

“Let’s have lunch together? Make it a date?” Tony suggests.

A date, Steve thinks a little dazedly even as he nods. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”

Tony’s eyes stay fixated on him as he steps backwards towards Tony’s bedroom door.

“Okay, good night,” Steve says, slowly pulling the door shut. 

“Good night,” Tony replies, snuggling down in his bed. 

Steve shuts the door quietly before resting his forehead on it, the smooth wooden surface cool against his skin. Briefly, he closes his eyes. Then he takes a deep breath and opens the door again abruptly. 

“Actually, one last thing before I go?”

“Yeah?” Tony sits up, looking at him expectantly. 

Steve strides purposefully towards him.

As he bends down to kiss him, he finds that Tony is already surging upwards, meeting him halfway.

[mylittleredgirl]

9, 12, and 25 for any Star Trek of your choosing

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

Honestly, not into the Borg Queen. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE “First Contact” and Alice Krige killed it, but making the Borg ~sexy~ is... eh. The first time I saw the movie (11/22!!! Happy 24th birthday First Contact, now let me rag on you), I came away from it thinking the Borg Queen was metaphorical and only Data and Picard could see her because of the connection to the Borg -- like she was a kind of siren voice in the head of new drones luring them into giving themselves up. Which is cool! But that didn’t hold up to a second viewing, and certainly not to how she plays out in Voyager. Having her be an Actual Entity changed the nature of the Borg from this terrifying faceless, emotionless, reason-less entity without individuality into... well, a mindless army serving a single individual. Meh.

12. Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Hmmm... it’s hard to tell sometimes what’s an unpopular arc and what’s just “a lot of people hate this series,” but I like both the Xindi arc of Enterprise and the first season of Discovery. There’s actually some similarity to the reasons why people don’t like them, too -- Starfleet flagrantly sacrificing its principles for military reasons, the captain doing Morally Dubious Shit, and the biggest issue with mainstream Trek fans: iT’s NoT cAnOn!!1

However my single most unpopular take in my family is that I like the Klingon redesign in Discovery. I subscribe to the “Lord, give me canon or something better” prayer of hey, if we have more money to throw at this, let’s definitely make them look more alien and hire a dialogue coach. 

25. How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX?

Oooooh okay. So. Obvs, the series finales to change are Voyager and Enterprise, right?

Enterprise is easy! Sure, skip ahead to the start of the Federation -- that’s basically the finale we would’ve gotten if we’d had a full series run, cool cool cool. But framing it as a holodeck program wrecked it, and somehow managed managed to travel back to the mid-90s and ruin a perfectly good TNG episode in the process. So like... just make the plot of it the plot, let Trip live, and center it on the actual Enterprise characters. Dishes are done. 

The Voyager finale should just be like, a whole new thing, but I was thinking about the recent discussion of how the stakes are too small to justify Admiral Janeway’s actions. They’re especially too small for us, because we haven’t seen this tragic future for ourselves -- I mean, they could have shown us a Federation largely overrun by the Borg, but they gave us a cocktail party missing 3 people. And if Admiral Janeway shows up like “here check out this picture of THE GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE ASSIMILATED” we get to skip the 35 minutes of Janeway arguing with herself and we can rock and roll. 

But!! If we’re going to do a “Janeway gets the chance to change the past” thing... and let’s assume they for fuck’s sake knew how the series would end at the beginning of the season so could set this up... why not create an episode that centers the actual point of the series. I want to see Janeway look in the face of the positive impact this ship has had on the Delta Quadrant and make the choice a second time, knowing everything, with her crew united behind her, to destroy the array and strand the ship. And then get them home, even if it time-skips forward a few years, and show! us! the damn! parade!! Let me see Harry Kim’s parents hug him PLEASE, show us Tom Paris proudly showing his kid off to his dad, fucking go FULL ON end of Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey and give me Janeway reuniting with her old dog. 

And? Don’t stone me, but I don’t actually want a romantic resolution for Janeway, because both J/C and J/7 fans should get to go on living. But I want some scenes man, give me the SCENES. Seven should thank her, and I demand one warmly reciprocated hug. And as Voyager flies toward Earth, give me J/C giving each other a Meaningful, She’s Kind Of Teary-Eyed, He’s Kind Of Star-Eyed Look on the Bridge, and they hold hands with a smile that speaks of The Future Is Now. The whole thing ends with a pop of champagne, the whole team raising their glasses together, and toasting “To the journey.”

It’s a work in progress, but like. Yeah. Change that Voyager finale please.

(salty asks)

[lovelylogans]

the little things

oh i love the little things you say and i love the little things you do let's stay forever together this way my love, i'm so in love with you

—matt monro, "i love the little things"

part of the wyliwf verse.

ao3 | read my other fics | coffee?

warnings: sick mentions, food mentions, that’s about it this one’s pretty fluffy (but please let me know if i’ve missed anything!)

pairings: moxiety

words: 2,913

notes: hey, everyone. the world's kind of a Lot right now, and i figured people would probably need some fluff. i'm working on (a couple) longer pieces in this verse, including a few fluffy ones in the midst of the slightly more plot-heavy ones i was originally planning to put out next. this one was a little informal one that i could get out relatively quickly. stay safe, stay healthy (mentally and physically) and i hope that this helps brighten your day, even just a little.

virgil always gets so fussy whenever patton's sick.

even if patton's just sniffling because of allergies, for goodness' sake, virgil will ask if he's taken his allergy medicine and then, he's found it if he forgets it at home, he stashes some extra in the diner just for him, just so patton won't be sneezy when he goes off to work.

but if patton, god forbid, catches as much as a cold, then it means he's in for the mother-henning of a century. 

virgil clucks after him, asking about his symptoms, is he too warm or too cold, patton knows they could probably manage without him at the inn for the day if he needs to take a day to rest, he should take a day to rest, let virgil feel his forehead just to triple-check that he doesn't have a fever, ooh he feels a little warm maybe he should make a doctor's appointment, just to be sure that it isn't anything worse than a cold, and he could get some antibiotics if it's the flu—

even as patton groans and complains about virgil being a fusspot, really, he'll be fine, he, well. he always feels a little warm in the chest that has nothing to do with his cold or the flu.

it's just nice to be taken care of, sometimes.

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patton has this really deep appreciation for food. 

he leans in and inhales the scent of his hot cocoa/coffee, even if he's acting like a sleep-deprived zombie otherwise. he makes happy humming noises whenever he tries the first bite of something. there's always this bright smile on his face whenever he tries something that virgil makes for him, especially for him, that doesn't seem to go away even if he's got his mouth closed and he's chewing. he almost always scrapes the plate with his fork, to make sure he's gotten every last morsel.

patton loves food. anyone can tell that patton loves food.

he'll never admit it, but virgil always gets this fluttery feeling in his stomach whenever he sees how much patton loves his food.

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most of the time, virgil's a pretty clean-shaven fella. but sometimes, virgil lets the stubble grow out.

when he's anxious or overworked or busy, sometimes, it means that he doesn't want to spend time shaving and so just gets all five o'clock shadowy. but sometimes, it's just that he doesn't want to shave, when he's feeling a bit lazy or running late. sometimes in the winter, he lets it grow out, just because it's cold, and he tells patton that he can fool himself into believing that it's helping his face feel warmer; plus, it's what his dad does, a lot of the time, so he grew up seeing him do that and then just starting doing it himself.

when he's particularly stubbly, virgil ends up running his hand across his jaw or his cheek a lot more often than he would if he was clean-shaven. patton thinks it's about the texture, but he's never really asked. 

it looks kind of unfairly good on him? actually, no question mark, no kind of. it looks unfairly good on him.

it helps add to the whole "grr-gruff-diner-guy" thing he's got going on, with his flannels, and it just makes him look a little... rougher around the edges. 

turns out patton likes rougher around the edges.

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patton always means it when he says please or you're welcome or thank you. especially thank you.

a lot of people just keep to manners because it's polite, not because they particularly mean it. and it's not like that's a bad thing—virgil is the same way, most of the time, because it's absent-minded. it's habit. he does mean it some of the time, most of the time, even, just...

it's not like the way patton is.

you can tell whenever he says "oh, excuse me!" to a person that it's real. you can tell he really, actually means it when he tells people that if they need anything, to give him a call or a text to let him know and he'll help any way he can, it's not just a nice gesture. when he thanks people, he... he means it. he really wants them to know that he's grateful, because he is grateful.

patton's genuine like that. patton's thoughtlessly good like that.

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people probably wouldn't predict it at the sight of him—tall, dark-haired, scowly, sometimes-stubbly—but virgil is really great with kids.

kids of all ages, really, from babies to teenagers about to head off to college. patton wonders sometimes, how much of that is borne from practice with logan, which is a whole other huge part of why patton loves him, so he's going to get back on track here. (honestly, it probably has a lot to do with logan, and a lot to do with virgil's various nieces and nephews and cousins.)

virgil always gets this smile on his face when someone offers to hold a baby, and he holds them so carefully, always moving to support their head first and making sure that they're as secure as possible and that he's holding them textbook-perfect, surveying them to make sure they don't make any expressions of discomfort or if they start crying before he moves to start carefully rocking them, or bouncing them, this disbelieving, self-satisfied grin breaking over his face if he manages to make a baby laugh.

with toddlers, and with little kids, if he's capable of doing it, he'll always crouch down to their level, so they can look him in the eyes (or look down at him, depending on how tall the kid is) and listens to everything they have to say, asking questions that they'll be able to answer, even if he knows the answer. 

he's got a stash of kid-friendly band-aids, just in case a kid skins their knee in the town square outside before they come into the diner, and kid menus that they can color over or just plain coloring sheets if they're sick of the diner menus, and those cheap waxy four-packs of crayons. 

he's pretty decent with teenagers, too, or as good as anyone could be with a teenager—that part is probably born from him being a sulky teenager himself. he seems to know when to let kids rant, or when to let them be, or if they'll participate with gentle teasing, either of themselves or at himself.

virgil's just... really great with kids. so patton can't really help it, the way he stares at virgil with this silly smile on his face as virgil makes an overdramatically surprised face to the latest fun fact that one of his regulars' kids is telling him.

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patton would tell you that he is not a great knitter, in good humor, all sheepish grin and ducked head and hand rubbing across the back of his neck.

well, not as terrible as he used to be; virgil still has the purple yarn that is still a bit tangled together that was once his first-ever homemade gift from patton, for his twenty-third birthday. at least the stuff he makes now is relatively decent at holding its shape, as long as it isn't anything too complicated. he has scarves and baby booties and hats and bags down.

but when he does try to make things that are complicated? he's absolutely hopeless. sweaters turn out lopsided. stockinette stitching is the closest virgil's ever heard to him cussing something out. socks? not a chance. 

but patton seems to survey them and then, always, always, he tries again, needles clacking away as he stares at the project in concentration, brow furrowing, his curls flopping into his eyes as he hunches himself over it. and then if it turns out slightly better, he'll get all excited, showing virgil the latest project even with its missed stitches and loops and endings, and if it doesn't turn out great, he'll sigh, and maybe get a little frustrated, but he'll unloop it and move to reuse the yarn for his next project.

he's that way about everything, really. if he doesn't succeed, he'll try, try again. 

it's just that with the knitting, virgil gets to see patton with a blanket thrown over his lap, a ball of yarn to the side, and him all focused, biting his lip and counting under his breath, even though he'll inevitably get distracted by something. it's cute. it's a cute hobby.

it fits him, since he's such a cute guy.

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there's this thing virgil does when he's been on his feet for a long time, which is basically every day, since he works in a diner.

stretch his arms up over his head, then down his back. turn his head from side to side, then stretch his neck. plant his hands on his hips, leaning far to one side, then the other. stand on one leg and let the other bend at the knee, his foot close to touching his butt, then the other. if the diner isn't busy, he'll even bend to touch his toes and stretch to touch the sky.

the thing is, he almost never does his little stretching routine if he thinks anyone is watching. he'll go all red and mutter and disappear into the kitchen if anyone catches him at it. so patton always has to watch out of the corner of his eyes as virgil lets out this sigh when a stretch is particularly satisfying, or if some bone of his pops, as he does his little mini-calisthenics session.

only virgil, really, would keep that kind of practical thing secret in fears of seeming silly.

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patton cries when he watches movies. not even just the sad scenes; the happy endings for some movies, too. when he watched homeward bound during a movie night with virgil and logan, when logan was about five, he was practically sobbing when shadow ran back into frame, leaving logan to confusedly pat his dad on the arm as he said "this movie is ill-o-gi-cal, daddy, you know that, right, animals don't talk," and virgil to offer his shoulder for patton to basically wipe his face off on it. well, he'd offered a hug, really, but patton had done that and also wiped his face off on virgil's hoodie.

so now virgil makes sure that there are tissues in his hoodie pocket, if they're watching a movie in theaters, or in the living room, if they're watching something at home.

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virgil squints, near-suspicious, at measuring cups every time he's measuring out ingredients, to make sure that he really really has it right, even if he's been making the same food every day since he was allowed near a stove. like an i'm watching you kind of look.

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patton's curls practically have their own moods. in comparison with virgil's hair, which have the three states of "unruly," "combed," and "actually styled," it feels like patton's hair has a thousand separate categories.

there's "generally unruly," which is patton's usual day-to-day look; he's clearly at least finger-combed through his hair, but it's still at least a little bit messy.

there's "i have styled my hair," which usually happens when he either has to go to his parents' house for friday night dinner or some other event in that world (chilton, charity dinners, the like) where he's made an attempt with gel, which has the bright side of taming the frizz but the dark side of taking away a lot of the lovable chaos that is patton's curls.

there's "bedhead," which is just one side of his hair flattened to his head, the rest of it frizzy and generally discombobulated.

there's a stage behind "generally unruly" and "bedhead," which virgil hasn't named, but it's when patton ruffles a hand through his hair to look at least a little bit more presentable, but really only succeeds in un-flattening his hair and making it look equally as frizzy and discombobulated as the rest of his hair. it usually makes an appearance on lazy days and in the early morning.

there's "i made an attempt with a comb or product," which usually happens on days where patton had meetings or had to go to the bank or something equally important, where the curls at least seem like they've been put into some kind of order, for the most part, with a few rebellious ones ruining the general effect.

there's "chaotically unruly," on days when patton has given up on organizing his hair for whatever reason, which meant his curls were just amok and nutty and tended to serve as a shortcut to see how frazzled patton was.

patton's curls get glimpses of reddish-auburn when he spends a lot of time in the sun in the springs or summers. it's really only easily visible when his hair catches the light. it fades away as the weather cools and the days grow longer, and virgil's almost surprised by their reappearance every year.

patton's curls grow out quick, and he isn't always the best at making sure to go get it cut, but patton looks good with his hair longer or shorter or any which way. the curls are good. the curls are great.

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virgil is funny.

like, really funny. which most people wouldn't expect, because, again, he's so broody sometimes, but he is! 

he has these sly remarks that are muttered out of the corner of his mouth, usually about someone in town, which is usually about taylor, that makes patton stifle his giggles into his hand so he doesn't disrupt town meetings.

then there's his outright sarcasm, which can be in turn gentle teasing or biting commentary, which are usually more public but patton still wants to muffle his laughter by his hands, because virgil usually looked all fittingly derisive whenever he was sarcastic, and if he heard patton laughing then he'd probably crack a smile.

he even puns. he even puns specifically for patton. even if puns, a lot of the time, if it was anyone but patton telling them, makes him roll his eyes and groan. just because patton likes dumb dad jokes.

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patton's an absolute gentleman.

he offers his arm for virgil to take when they're walking somewhere, almost always, either in the form of his forearm or in the form of holding hands. 

he opens doors for virgil. he pulls out chairs and helps virgil sit.

he walks between virgil and the curb, which he'd asked about just kind of mildly, since he'd never made a point of doing it back when they were just friends, and patton had rambled out some kind of explanation born the old days, like mud would splash onto him from some passing carriage or something.

he has meticulous table manners, whenever they go out to a restaurant that isn't his restaurant.

he almost always tries to pay for the check on dates, until virgil had talked him into taking turns with it, because it was getting a bit ridiculous.

if virgil's been particularly joking about patton's rich-person background, he'll start going even more overboard with it, standing when virgil enters a room and not sitting until virgil sits, taking virgil's hand and kissing his knuckles and everything. he does all of it with a teasing glint in his eyes, of course, but there's something particularly sincere and sweet in his eyes too that it makes virgil blush.

and, of course, since patton is a gentleman, he doesn't even comment on it. he just leans up to kiss virgil's cheek.

it's probably a holdover from his various etiquette lessons and the way he grew up, but virgil finds it charming regardless, tries to copy it when he can because it makes him feel nice and special when they're out on dates, so he figures it'll make patton feel nice and special when they're out on dates. even if virgil's pretty clumsy with it, patton always appreciates the gesture.

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virgil has these really teeny-tiny freckles. they're basically unnoticeable unless patton's practically nose-to-nose with them. it had surprised patton, at first; virgil's so pale, he has such a creamy complexion that it seems like he shouldn't have freckles, but there they are. tiny, just-slightly-darker spots dotting his forearms, his shoulders, his cheeks. virgil had seemed surprised that patton had noticed them, then, off-handedly, mentioned that they were probably leftovers from sunburn over the years. he was pretty prone to that, being so pale.

but since patton had found them, he found himself seeking them out more and more often; there, on his shoulder blade, and here, on his knee. they're so small. like little markings on a treasure map, the treasure they led to being, of course, virgil himself.

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there are lots of little things that they love about each other. things that may seem small, or near-unnoticeable, or things that are just little habits or actions or movements that seem like they shouldn't serve to make them feel as fond as they do.

but they do see it. and they do love those things, big or little. and there are plenty of big things: the way patton really, whole-heartedly loves roman like he's his own, the way virgil really, whole-heartedly loves logan like he's his own, patton's kindness and strength, virgil's heart of gold and deep-seated care for others. 

but the little things matter too.

they're finding a lot of new things to fall in love with, day after day.

[fairydustedtheory]

and 18?

behind the scenes of fic writing: 30 questions for authors

Number 18 :  What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

The few people who have been following me for a while and might maybe read the shitty texts posts I write sometimes or my tags on things will know this already.

The first scene of Chapter 7 of Outrun the Stars is my most cherished piece of writing. I don’t know about a DVD commentary, except to say it’s meant to be very visual and poetic? I honestly wrote the whole fic thinking that I’m was “writer” just coming out of their dark cave, that nobody knew me and nobody was going to read it and nobody was going to get what I was trying to say. (low self-esteem is strong, right?) and when people did, it made my life so much brighter because there is A LOT of me in this fic. 

*** Spoilers ***

Derek climbed into his camaro, and drove through heavy city lights and dark roads. Shadows set free in the wistful dusk. Silvery sprinkles poured into the sky. He drove for hours, only stopping for gas. Hours, across space, across time. Hometown lights. The old family Hale house overgrown by grass, nature reclaiming its ground. Flowers on rotten wood. Memories sleeping in the walls under flakes of dust. Stagnant, yet alive with echoes of what had been. Somewhere within, merged with misery, the image of soft laughter.

Beacon Hills.

The family stone in the graveyard tall and stern. One single date. Derek's mind clouded by the aching taste of ashes and loss. There had been so much loss. Still, his tender heart beating, raw breath catching, strong feeling, the possibility of impending disaster. Breaking. The only piece that didn't fit. Being put together again through jagged edges. Somehow old and then again, new.

He knelt on to the ground.

A stumbling apology blooming like a wild flower dancing in the wind. He had almost let the world make him hard, he had almost let the pain make him hate. But hope remained. Hidden deep, whisper quiet. How many times had his eyes blinked since he had considered himself alive. How many breaths had his lungs taken since he had truly felt anything.

Derek had barely handled the whole thing, the last wish of happy birthday to Lucy, the goodbyes to the assembly of expectant gazes. Scott's narrowed eyes, understanding. Derek didn't want to think about how he had looked as he had stepped back into the living room. He must have looked wrecked. Lips probably swollen. They had felt that way then, tingling still now. He had subconsciously heard Scott's footsteps trying to follow him, but Derek had been out the door as fast as he had managed, back into his car.

The key turning its trick in the ignition. The burn of rubber on asphalt. Letting himself be swallowed by the feeling of the car. Familiar. Homeward. Breathing. A fist still beating behind the bars of his rib cage. Beating louder than it had.

The melodies of childhood mornings chimed through the branches, through the cobwebs on the leaves, leading Derek back, back down and up the hills. So much dust twirling. Such a long journey. Remembrance through these burned and broken beams. Belonging.

“Hello, it's me.” He said to no one. To everyone. Back here where everything had slipped from light to darkness. So much darkness it had almost consumed him whole.

But no more.

He was not lost.

He was alive.

[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday John Alexander Cruickshank, VC, born on May 20th 1920 in Aberdeen.

Yep, born in 1920, I know I sometimes get the age wrong, but John Cruikshank today celebrates his 103rd birthday!

The former Aberdeen Grammar school pupil, was involved in one of the most audacious acts of the conflict when he flew his Catalina aircraft through a torrential hail of flak. And, although his first pass was unsuccessful, he brought it around for a second sortie, this time straddling a U-boat and sinking the vessel.

However, the German anti-aircraft fire proved fatally accurate in response, killing the navigator and injuring four others, including both Flight Lieutenant Cruickshank and second pilot, Flight Sergeant Jack Garnett.

The Granite City pilot, who was just 24, suffered scores of different injuries while he and his comrades were engaged in sinking the German submarine, and, although their had succeeded in their first objective, there was another huge task in trying to return home safely to Sulom Voe, Shetland.

Cruikshank was educated at The Royal High School (RHS) of Edinburgh, Aberdeen Grammar School and Stewart’s Melville College in Edinburgh, his working life began when he was apprenticed to The Commercial Bank of Scotland on George Street Edinburgh, many of you will know the building nowadays as The Dome.

Looking back over 75 years ago it is amazing that Jock Cruikshank not only survived the mission, but is still alive today, he was hit in 72 places, and suffered serious lung injuries and 10 penetrating wounds to his lower limbs. Yet, despite this panoply of pain, he refused medical attention until he was sure that the appropriate radio signals had been sent and the aircraft was on course for its home base. Even at that stage, he refused morphine, aware that it would cloud his judgement and potentially jeopardise the rest of the men on board.

Flying through the night, it took the damaged craft five-and-a-half hours to get back to Sullom Voe, with Flt Sgt Garnett at the controls and his colleague lapsing in and out of consciousness in the back. Eventually, though, as another major hurdle came into the equation, he returned to the cockpit and took command of the aircraft.

There was nothing straightforward about ensuring the Catalina’s passage homewards; it had been impacted badly along with the crew members.

But, after deciding that the light and the sea conditions for a water landing were too risky for his inexperienced colleague, Flt Lt Cruickshank kept the craft in the air for as long he could, circling for an extra hour, as the prelude to bringing it down successfully on the water and ferrying the plane to an area where it could be safely beached.

It was an astonishing act of bravery, and yet Mr Cruickshank has always shunned the limelight or refused to take any credit for his actions. As one of his RAF colleagues later recalled, he felt he was one of the lucky ones to survive the conflict, unlike so many of his RAF friends who perished.

The brave pilot was later awarded the Victoria Cross at the Palace of Holyrood House by King George VI.

The second pic is our hero last July back on Shetland where he laid a wreath at a memorial in honour of his former navigator on Sunday, Flying Officer J.C. Dickson, who died during the fight

You can view a re-enactment in this docu-drama on Youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mraRXjjIAUc

[love-carries-on]

Love Carries On: Chapter XI

So sorry for the wait! I got a little caught up in the research for some upcoming chapters. The next chapter will be out soon, and it’s gonna be big!

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Patton rubbed his face as he sat up, blinking his eyes and reaching out with his other hand to try and locate his glasses. He slipped them onto his face, blinking a few times to adjust. As soon as he could see clearly he turned and looked at the clock on the nightstand. 1:00 pm blinked back at him. He was out of bed instantly, How did I sleep so late? Why didn’t anyone wake me up? He rushed over to the mirror to fix his hair, he didn’t reach for the comb, because whenever he combed his hair he hurt his head, so he pushed through it with his fingers, getting it to lay flat as best he could.

Then, he went out into the living room, finding Logan sitting at the couch with Stella at his feet and Diego at the computer, a word document open. Patton went into the kitchen, finding the remnants of spaghetti in the fridge. He dished himself some, heating it up in the microwave.  He ate in the dining room, his phone set out in front of him. He was  scrolling through a website that sold fidget toys. He was looking through them, trying to decide if he should hint to one of his boyfriends that this is what he wanted for Christmas or if he should just buy something for one of them and hope that they also bought him something he’d like.

He slid out of the website, switching tabs to look instead at guitars. He was thinking about getting Roman a guitar, because if he remembered correctly, Roman had played for many years, but in the move from College back home, his guitar had been damaged beyond repair. Patton’s main concern was the price of guitars, they could range well over three hundred dollars, and Patton was concerned that if he got something expensive for Roman his other boyfriends might feel left out. He pulled on his hair nervously.

“Hey D and Lo? Can you c’mere for a second?” He wanted to talk to them about helping to pitch in for a guitar as a shared gift from them all.

After a few minutes, he was joined by them both. “Yes Patton?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to pitch in to help for the gift I want to get Roman for his birthday. It’s sort of expensive and I don’t want to spend more on him than on you guys.”

“What are you thinking of getting him?”

“A guitar.” He showed them the one he had in mind, a dark wooded one, with a burnt in pattern of swirls and curls, many of them similar looking to musical notes.

“Interestingly enough, I was also considering getting him a guitar. I would be happy to pitch in.” Logan couldn’t see the guitar but the noise of approval from Diego and the excitement in Patton’s voice was good enough for him.

“I’d be more than happy to help.” Diego could already envision the excitement that he would feel upon receiving the gift.

“Awesome, we could go today!”

“Patton, do you know what day it is?”

“Uh, Friday?”

“Patton, love, it’s halloween.”

“Oh.” He looked at them both, feeling somewhat stupid for not thinking of that. “In that case, maybe we’ll go tomorrow?”

“There might still be time today.” Diego compromised.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course Pat, it’s an hour drive into the nearest city, and it shouldn’t take us long to get all of the equipment and the guitar. Of course you’ll need to hide it somewhere he won’t find it until Christmas, but it isn’t really that late. We should be able to return home before Roman and Virgil get home and require us to go out for Halloween.”

“Well then Let’s get ready to go!” He bounced up, collecting his empty plate and hurrying it to the sink before going back to his bedroom and getting changed.

He met Diego and Logan in the living room, having swiped the keys to the car off of Roman’s side table. Logan had Stella on her leash, and she was sitting at attention, having recognized that it was time to work.  They went outside, getting into Roman’s car and heading for the city. Logan was in charge of the radio, which led to mostly classical music, with an occasional talk show thrown in. It was a peaceful drive, and Patton enjoyed it immensely. It was sort of like taking a break from all the hustle and bustle of normal life.

After getting a little lost, they finally arrived at the music store. They got out, Diego holding the door open to allow Stella to get out. Logan took hold of her leash as soon as she was out, and they went inside of the building. The man inside the building was older, with a long beard and long hair. He smiled as they came in.

“Can I help you?” He looked between them, looking over the counter to smile at Stella.

“We’re looking for a guitar, an acoustic? And some extra strings because he’ll probably play it a whole lot. And - -”

“Hold on there kiddo,” He held up his hand and came around the counter. “Let’s find the guitar first, then we’ll talk about strings and cases and such.”

He showed them around the room moving past the pianos, electric guitars and other musical instruments. There was an entire corner dedicated to just acoustic guitars, and quickly, Patton and Diego started to look around it. There were a lot of guitars that looked pretty similar, mostly of a mid tone wood with black accents.

“Ooohh, here’s one Lo, it’s red in the center and it fades out to really dark, almost like black.”

Diego took his hand away from the one he had been touching. “Oh that one’s really nice! I bet he’d love it.”

The man got the guitar down for them and offered it to him. Patton held it out to Logan so that he could touch it. Then, he leaned down and held it out to Stella, partially as a joke but he wanted to see her reaction. She sniffed it and then sat back on her haunches, which Patton took as a show of approval.

“I think we’ll take this one.”

The guy nodded, “Alrighty, let me get a case for that, with a shoulder strap and I can get a few sets of extra strings, meet me at the front counter alright?” He walked away, heading for a door near the back of the store.

It was somewhat difficult to weave their way back to the front counter because he had led them back into the store away from it, but eventually they found it. As they sat the guitar on the counter, he came out of the backroom with everything in hand.

He rang everything up. “Your total comes to $410.88”

Patton had previously pulled off about two hundred dollars in total and with the contributions from Logan and Diego, they paid for the guitar. It was a bit of a struggle to figure out how to load the instrument, but after putting it in the trunk, and making sure that it was tucked securely back, they were homeward bound.

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My second ebook, a collection of stories from 2017-2018 is available on Gumroad for $1.99+

In this collection, I’ve written stories of varied genre and tone.

Scifi stories like” Failed Clones”, “Space Spies”, and “A.I. (Re)Birth”. In “Happy Birthday Mickey”, robots made for human entertainment continue their jobs long after we are gone.

Fantasy stories like “Sleepless Knights”, “The Edge of the Map”, and “Cold Spots”. In “The Wrong Sort of Circle”, the main character draws a crop circle but attracts other circle loving Folk. In “The New Interview with a Vampire”, a transgender vampire tells her story on a daytime talk show in the year 2536.

Surreal stories like “I Can Remember Tomorrow”, “I was a Translator for NASA”, and “You Dream Of”. In “Homeward Bound”, a woman drives dark roads looking for the way home.

My first ebook “Love and Comets” and Other Stories, is free (or pay what you want) here.

Reblogs are appreciated and very helpful to reach new readers.

[heyyyharry]

My Girl Series: Chapter 3 - His Muse

…in which Y/N is finally happy again, but Harry realizes it’s not because of him.

Series description: Y/N falls in love with the older boy next door who doesn’t feel the same, years later they meet again at a funeral.

AU: actor!harry, older!harry, younger!y/n; (4-year age gap)

Chapter 2: Homeward Bound - Childhood friends meet again, this time, at a funeral.

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"Don't pose," Isaac said as he lifted the camera again, but Y/N seemed even more confused by the instruction. She awkwardly sat on the park bench with her legs crossed and both hands on her knees, like one would do in a high school class photoshoot.

"Don't pose, Y/N." He laughed, making the model roll her eyes.

"I don't know what to do," she said, showing a pucker between her brows. Isaac could already tell she was hot-tempered and impatient by nature, but he actually loved it.

"You know what? Let's talk," he suggested, leaving her puzzled. "Tell me why you were crying."

"It's complicated," she answered with a subtle smile and he quickly snapped a photo, but she didn't notice. "We've only just met, I don't want to scare you away."

"What? Are you a serial killer or something?" Isaac clicked his camera again as he chuckled.

"What if I am?"

"That makes two of us." He shrugged. One more shot of her laughing was taken. "How old are you, Y/N?"

"Twenty-five."

"Liar. You're not twenty-five." He scoffed at the playful smile on her face, moving to the left to capture a different angle of the girl.

"How old do you think I am then?" She raised an eyebrow.

And with a smirk, he joked, "sixteen."

"Sixteen?!"

Y/N gasped, crossing her arms as both of them burst out laughing. She demanded him to be serious and tell her what he really thought, so he said, "somewhere between nineteen and twenty."

"Bingo! I'm turning twenty next month."

"Happy early birthday!"

"Thank you." She giggled and saw him snap another photo. "How old are you, Isaac?"

"Twenty-four."

"I know someone who's twenty-four."

"Well, surely I'm not the only one in this world who's twenty-four."

Pressing his lips into a smile, the photographer came to sit down next to the girl and showed her their results. Y/N was so impressed by those photos that she didn't know what to say besides how great she thought they were, but she assumed he'd heard that a lot already. As Isaac went back to the very first photo, the one of her crying, he suddenly pressed delete. The photo had vanished by the time Y/N grabbed his wrist and asked him what he'd done.

"I like that one!" She cried out.

"Let it go, Y/N. You're not that crying girl anymore." He shook his head. "This is you." The way he'd said it while pointing to a photo of her beaming got Y/N blushing hard.

"I think I look weird when I smile," she admitted.

"No, you don't!" He disagreed, chuckling at the look on her face as she probably assumed he wasn't serious. "From the view of a professional photographer, I can confirm that you have a beautiful smile."

"I don't believe you."

"Are you calling me a liar?" Isaac seemed offended and she thought it was funny. "You know what? I'm gonna call you Smiley from now on, so you'll remember to smile more often."

Y/N's body turned to stone as goosebumps pimpled her skin. Once again, she found herself back in the treehouse, she was standing in front of a boy whose eyes were as green as a meadow on summer days. "Bambi," he called her, and she almost answered. But the shade in his eyes was soon washed out by ocean blue when Isaac's voice pulled her back to reality.

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking quite concerned. "You don't like that?"

"I do..." Even Y/N could tell it wasn't hard to make out the insincerity in the way she laughed. "You just reminded me of someone."

"Boyfriend?" The look of disappointment on the man's face got Y/N beaming again. She shook her head and told him it was a boy, but definitely not a friend.

"An acquaintance," she clarified, nodding her head, almost as if she was telling herself. The answer made Isaac seem elated.

He couldn't explain those feelings to himself, because it was impossible to fall for someone so fast, yet there he was, wearing his heart on his sleeves while sitting next to a girl four years younger than him. Most of the words in his head had vaporized. It took him nearly a minute to stop fidgeting and finally ask her, "do you want to have lunch with me?"

To his delight, she said yes without a pause.

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It was Monday morning, and Harry was just about to head out when his best friend rang on his doorbell. It should be out of the ordinary to find Isaac Skies standing in front of his house, holding a bottle of champagne with a gold satin ribbon around its neck, but Harry knew exactly the reason why. In fact, he had expected something a bit more extravagant, but maybe that one bottle would do.

Harry rolled his eyes as he stepped aside so Isaac could enter. Maybe he was still a little bit upset, but of course, he could never stay mad at his best friend.

"Why didn't you show up yesterday? The models were so mad and I had to apologize on your behalf," he said, watching Isaac set the sorry gift down on the coffee table. "I tried calling you but you had your phone turned off. You didn't come home last night and your manager didn't know where you were!"

"Relax. I was with a girl."

Harry leaned a shoulder against the wall, slowly shaking his head at the answer he wasn't so surprised to hear. "You bailed on me because you were horny?"

"No, you dick. It's not like that." Isaac crossed his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling, lips curved into a smile. Harry had known him for almost six years, so he knew that his best friend didn't get excited about just anything. The last time Isaac smiled that big, he got a shooting contract with one of the biggest fashion magazines in London. So the girl, whoever she was, must've been very special.

"So..." The photographer sucked in a breath. "About the favor I asked you for my exhibition."

"Oh you mean, hooking you up with some pretty models so you could blow them off like you did yesterday?" Harry rolled his eyes. The sarcasm made his best friend chortle.

"Well, I don't need your help anymore," Isaac said. "I think I've found my muse."

"You slept with some girl one night and now she's your muse?"

"Don't be a dick, Styles. It's not like that. I really like this girl."

"What's her name?"

"Huh?"

"Your 'muse'." Harry did air quotes to make fun of the way his friend had referred to a girl he barely knew. "What's her name?"

Isaac never got a chance to answer that question, because as soon as he opened his mouth, the notification alerts on their phones grabbed their attention immediately. Both had just received a text from a mutual friend that linked to the same online article. The atmosphere in the room weighted down at once as they both stared at the screens in complete shock.

"Did you know about this?" Isaac was the first to break the silence, but he only to received a simple 'no' from Harry. That question was actually pointless. Had Harry already known, he wouldn't be sitting there like a statue. At first, he could not believe in his own eyes, so he had to go over that article several times to check if it was real; and unfortunately, it was.

ACTRESS RUBY ELLIS IS OFFICIALLY ENGAGED!

After taking nearly 4 months off social media, actress Ruby Ellis made a SHOCKING return with an Instagram post showing her shiny diamond ring, and "I said yes!!!" was the caption.

Though most fans were happy and excited for the actress, her big announcement has definitely broken lots of hearts, especially for the fans who fell in love with Ellis in her latest film "My Dear Assistant". Many had been waiting for the actress to confirm her "secret relationship" with younger co-star Harry Styles. However, with that Instagram post, there's no doubt that Ellis is still very in love and happier than ever with her fiancé, 30-year-old actor James Clark.

"When was the last time you talked to Ruby?"

Harry shifted his eyes away from the screen as he heard his best friend's question. He quickly turned off his phone and shoved it back into his pocket.

"Uh...Probably a couple months ago...I don't know." He shook his head, eyes squeezed shut. "But it doesn't matter anymore."

"She's not worth your time, mate."

"I know, I know."

He didn't. He didn't know.

If Harry had known loving that woman was a waste of time, then that news shouldn't have broken his heart. He knew she'd been seeing someone, but he had never expected to find out about their engagement through an online article, just like everyone else. It was heartbreaking how one minute you were everything to someone, and the next you knew as much about them as a stranger on the street.

Speaking of familiar strangers, he suddenly remembered that he had somewhere else to be.

"Where are you going?" Isaac asked when Harry came to get his coat on the back of a chair.

"I need to go see someone. Have you got the keys?"

"Yup."

"Lock the door on the way out, yeah?"

Isaac nodded, looking totally perplexed, yet the second he meant to ask, Harry already threw on his coat and walked out the door.

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When Y/N said those words to Harry at his house yesterday, she believed that would be the last time she saw him. She believed he would leave her alone, like he had many times ago, because that was what most of the people in her life had done. But now, he was standing right outside her door, and before she could say a word, he cut her off and went straight to the point.

"I called your father last night," he said. "He told me everything."

"Everything?" She cracked a smile, but it was obvious that she didn't actually think it was funny. "Did he tell you about the wedding?"

"Yes, he did." Harry nodded.

"Did he tell you the woman he was gonna marry was just a few years older than you?" Judging from the look on his face, she knew her dad hadn't mentioned it. "Did he also tell you that he started seeing her a month after my mother's funeral? That on the night of the accident, there'd been a fight and my mother had to leave the house? Did he tell you that?"

Y/N had never told anyone about that tragical night, not even Celine and Amala; and she let people freely make assumptions about her mother's death. They could believe whatever they wanted to believe, but Y/N knew what really happened, or at least she thought she did.

On the night of the accident, her parents were fighting like they always had. Eighteen-year-old Y/N must rehearse her speech for graduation in the morning, so she came downstairs and asked them to lower their voices. But as the girl entered the kitchen, she only saw her dad standing with his head hung low, palms laid flat on the marble surface of the kitchen counter. He told her not to worry, because her mother had gone out to buy her a celebration cake. She could still remember how happy she was when she heard it. She believed him, and went back to her room. Just a couple hours later, the police arrived. Y/N rushed downstairs when she saw the blue and red lights from her bedroom window, just in time to find out there had been an accident.

Her graduation day was the day her whole world fell apart. She stepped onto the big stage, trembling hands holding the speech she had practiced so many times and remembered every single word by heart. While everyone else was applauding for her motivational words, she was faking smiles, trying to hold back her tears as she looked at the two empty seats in the audience. Y/N broke down the second she stepped down from the stage, and had to be escorted out of the ceremony. Not long after that, the hospital officially announced her mother's death, and on the day that was supposed to be the beginning of a new chapter in her life, she felt like it was the end to everything. So she blamed herself, had it not been for that stupid celebration cake, maybe her mum would never have left the house, and the accident would never have happened.

But it wasn't her fault. It had never been. She hated how her father had let her believe that she was partly responsible for her mother's death. He could've told her the truth, that her mother left the house to get away from a terrible fight, there was never a cake. If she'd known that, maybe she wouldn't have spent the last two years tormenting herself.

"I didn't know," Harry broke the silence that followed after Y/N's story. "I didn't...I didn't know," was all he could say.

"Of course you didn't know. Even my friends don't."

The fact that she no longer considered him as her friend made his heart ache, yet he couldn't blame her. He had missed out six years of her life, no friend would do something like that.

"I think they were fighting because my mum found out about the other woman..." She shook her head, eyes glued to her feet. "I don't know, I'm afraid to ask."

"How did you find out about everything?"

"That woman said it herself." Y/N scoffed. "She called to tell me about the engagement, then by accident mentioned my parents' fight that night, thinking I'd already known."

Harry had no idea what to say next. He had no idea what to do next either. Maybe he should just leave, but that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to hold her and tell her he would be there through everything, even if she might not believe him after he'd failed to keep that promise twice. There were so many plot holes in their story and he didn't know where to begin mending it. He didn't want to stay away and let her do whatever she wanted with her life, because after all, she was still a special part of his childhood, a special part of him. However, she might not want him back into her life, and he would completely understand if she asked him to leave.

"I'm sorry."

Those two words weren't what Harry had expected from her. Now he felt like such an asshole, because he'd asked for her address from her father to come and apologize, but she ended up saying it first.

"I'm sorry for my attitude yesterday. I was upset about my dad, and his fiancé, it wasn't your fault." Her lips twitched, trying to form a smile, but it was no different from a frown. "Thank you for looking after me, but you really shouldn't be here."

Just like that, she turned to go back inside, about to leave him hanging like she had yesterday, but he couldn't let her walk away from another unfinished conversation. Harry held onto her wrist and pulled her into his arms, risking her pushing him away or even hitting him for touching her without her permission. But she didn't do either of them. She let him hold her.

Y/N just stood still with her arms glued to her sides and her face against his chest. It took her a moment to finally relax in his embrace, closing her eyes and melting into the warmth of his body. That hug felt different than the one they'd shared in the treehouse two years ago, probably because her feelings for him weren't the same.

"I'm sorry for everything." He tilted his head down to whisper into her ear. "For leaving, for not coming back like I'd promised, for the fucked up thing I did before I left again for the second time, I—"

He would've gone on forever had she not pulled away and interrupted him. "Let's not bring up the past, okay?"

The past, she meant the kiss, and everything that followed. She'd tried to figure it out, to guess what was on his mind when he leaned in and kissed her and she kissed him back. However, she gave up when she realized it didn't have to mean anything. She blamed it on the mixed up emotions, on the spur of the moment, on the pain in her heart for the loss of her mother. And as for him, he must have been just as confused.

She didn't want to know about the woman that had answered the phone, or why he'd never called her back, not even once in the last two years. None of that mattered anymore. She'd promised herself to give up on him, and she had. There was really no point in asking him to make up a reason or an excuse for what could no longer be changed.

"I talked to someone last night, and that person told me that I needed people in my life. Everyone does." Her lips curved into a small smile, a real one this time. "And...I thought to myself that if I saw you again, I would apologize...and if you ever....want to start over, we can work on that."

"I...I want to."

"What?" She'd heard him well, she just didn't believe it.

"I want to start over," he repeated himself, more assertive this time as he smiled back at her. "I also spent last night thinking about that."

It was actually the first time in six long years Harry had seen a real smile on his Bambi's face.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N," she said with a serious look, which made him laugh.

"And I'm Harry," he played along, shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you, Bambi."

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Y/N invited Harry into her flat. It was small and messy as always, but now that he was already outside her door, she couldn't just ask him to leave. She made him a cup of tea and they sat on the couch, finally opening up to each other for the first time in six years. Of course, both left out many details that they weren't ready to confide just yet, but it was quite a good start. From morning, to noon, and to night, Harry didn't have to think about his ex-lover's engagement, and Y/N had temporarily forgotten about her father's. In that small flat, with their phones turned off, completely disconnected with the world, his arm around her shoulders, her head on his chest, it almost felt like they were the same kids they used to be.

"So you study Creative Writing at university?"

The girl nodded as she tossed a gummy bear into her mouth, looking up to meet his eyes. "But I'm a terrible writer."

"No, you're not."

"Remember those stories I wrote in the pink notebook that I used to read to you?"

"Yeah, yeah, those were the best." Harry shook with laughter. "I personally loved the chapter about us being secret agents, and shooting lasers out of our eyes."

"Nooooo!" Y/N propped herself up to cover Harry's mouth, but he was quick to grab both of her wrists so she couldn't touch him. They were laughing so hard that they almost roll onto the floor.

"Anyway," she trailed off, poking the dimple on his cheek. The girl was practically sitting on his lap now, but they had gotten too comfortable to even care. "My writing had never got better than that."

"Is it supposed to be a bad thing?"

"Yeah." She chuckled. "I'm never gonna write a book that sells."

"I said the same thing about me being an actor, but look where I am now."

Y/N raised a smile, pushing herself up so her face was at the same level as his. In that moment he stared at her lips, and the way they tasted was still etched on his mind. When she whispered to him, her voice was as warm as the color of her eyes, and he nearly melted all at once into the touch of her hands on his heaving chest.

"I'm very proud of you."

"I'm proud of you too, Bambi."

"For what?" Y/N batted her eyelashes, looking surprised.

"For still being you, and not giving up."

It was incredible how fast a moment could change. One second they were dying of laughter and the next, right now, they were just sitting in silence and holding each other's gaze. Having known each other since they were children, but never had they ever got to experience a feeling like this. All of a sudden, everything felt new, and strange, and different, in a good way. Harry parted his lips, about to make a sound, but he forgot what he wanted to say when Y/N pulled away to pick up her phone from the floor.

"Shit!" She shouted at the time and plunged right out of the sofa, running straight into her room. Harry wasn't used to hearing his little Bambi curse, so the man couldn't help but laugh at the word she'd just cried out as he asked her what the problem was.

"I have a date in fifteen minutes!"

That wasn't the answer he had expected. Harry thought he knew mostly everything about her from all of those stories she'd told him from morning till sunset, but somehow she still forgot to mention she had a date that night. He assumed she had forgotten, because she was now frantically running around to find her other shoe.

"Will I get to meet this guy?" He shouted out the question when she was in her bedroom changing her clothes.

"Sure," she shouted back. "You'll like him a lot. He's a very nice guy."

Harry didn't know how nice the mystery man was, but he knew he didn't feel too good about her going on a date. He thought it might have something to do with him knowing her since she was nine, and leaving when she was only fourteen. In his mind, she was still that innocent little girl. It was weird enough to hear her curse, now she was getting ready to go on a date? There was an unsettling feeling inside of him that he couldn't explain.

A moment later, Y/N emerged from her room, wearing a black bodycon dress which was so short that Harry nearly choked on the gummy bears in his mouth. She spun around and asked him how she looked, and he didn't know what she expected as an answer from him.

The dress itself, with a plunging neckline and double crisscross straps at the open back, was bound to turn heads already. Now it was on her grown woman body. Harry felt like a pervert for even looking at her from afar. She was beautiful, of course, she was, but that was the most skin she'd shown since they met again. So a part of him got protective as he asked her if she had a less revealing dress to wear on the first date.

"But I like this one." She laughed as he took a quick glance at her and turned away immediately. "H, what are you doing? Look at me as we speak! I'm not naked."

"But someone could look at you right now and imagine that you are!" Why did he say that? Now she would think he was imagining her without clothes on. And admittedly, he was trying hard not to. He felt so ashamed for even letting that image cross his mind.

"Kid, please tell me you'll wear a coat to cover yourself up."

"I don't own a coat."

"What do you wear in the winter then?" He asked, making her snort. She didn't say anything and just took her purse, telling him to come with her because her date was already waiting outside in his car.

"Wait, wait!"

Harry jumped away from the sofa to grab his coat on the hanger by the door and threw it over her shoulders. Y/N refused to put it on, telling him how ridiculous he was, but then she ended up wearing it anyway. He would probably never have let her walk out without the protection of that coat.

"I'm not fourteen years old anymore," she told him with a smile.

Of course, he knew she wasn't fourteen anymore. That fact had been bothering him since he first saw her in that little black dress.

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Harry held the door open for Y/N to walk out on the street. Despite the girl's obvious excitement, he was extremely worried. She looked left and right, then he watched her eyes light up with a smile as she finally spotted the handsome face waiting for her by his black Range Rover. For a second, Harry thought his eyes had fooled him. People could look alike, but as the man finally approached the two of them, Harry was left in shock for the second time that night.

"Isaac?!"

"Harry?"

"You two know each other?" Y/N broadened her eyes, switching them back and forth between the two men whose mouths were both left wide opened.

A part of Harry wanted to wrap her up with his coat and pull her back inside immediately, another part of him wanted to hear the story of how something like that could even happen. Out of all the men in London, did it have to be his best friend?

Wait a minute...The girl Isaac slept with last night...His muse...

"Is this the girl?! Is Y/N the girl?" He raised his voice causing the other two to jump. Y/N didn't understand what he meant, and Isaac was just as lost as she was. It seemed like Harry was the only one out of the three who had an idea what was going on.

"Yes, she was the girl I told you about. Are you two friends?" Isaac raised an eyebrow, but he never received a proper answer.

As soon as Y/N made an attempt to explain her relationship with Harry, he cut her off by telling his best friend, "we need to talk. Now."