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[flibbertygigget]

McCoy-Centric Fic Rec List

Long as hell and split into slightly nonsensical sections because I have too many bookmarks :/

Episode/Movie-Centric Codas/AUs

Lots of "Mirror, Mirror"/"The Empath"/Post-TSFS stuff in here for Obvious Reasons.

Fal-Tor-Pan or: How to Accidentally Get Married on Vulcan by mymetalphantom - 5.7k, Spones. Lighter than the usual Post-Fal-tor-pan fic, very silly premise and excellent execution.

Oh, sinners, let's go down by raven (singlecrow) - 4.7k, Gen. The best Post-Fal-tor-pan angst I've ever read, bar none. Angst with a bittersweet, ambiguously hopeful ending.

Seven Times by SwissArmyKnife - 2k, Gen. Seven times McCoy got telepathically violated and it's all canon 😭

For This Space Would Be Hollow If You Were Gone by releni - 4k, Pre-Slash Spones. FTWIH has SUCH great angst potential, and this fic takes full advantage of that.

The Cause is Sufficient by Cirth - 2.5k, Spones. They're talking about the whole katra deal! They're talking about the whole martyr complex! They're kissing!

bad luck and broken soul by Rev (apathetic_revenant) - 12k, Gen. There are SO MANY Post-"Mirror, Mirror" fics, but this one is hands down one of my favorites.

Memories Are Made of This by GenuineSnoof - 6.5k, Gen. Another post-"Mirror, Mirror" fic, I really like how creative the reveal part is in this one.

Evasive Action by kcscribbler - 2k, Gen. "Space Seed" episode coda with some wonderful hurt-and-kinda-grumpy-about-it McCoy.

Incubation by SwissArmyKnife - 9k, Gen. Post-"The City on the Edge of Forever", featuring McCoy working through illness and really going through it and Spock being worried and protective.

something bright, traveling fast by inkatesbush - 7.5k, Spones. Mostly a Spock character study post-Fal-tor-pan, but when McCoy gets there his parts are really, really good.

Plotty/Case Fic (mostly McCoy Getting Hurt And Being Awesome)

I won't say these genuinely resemble actual ST episode plots but they're plot-centric ig.

40 Miles From The Sun by slash4femme - 10k, Spones. Didn't know whether to put this here or in the shipfic section, but it's mostly the BEST rape recovery fic in the fandom and only very slowly Spones. Excellent fic.

The Dogs Days Are Most Certainly NOT Over by ThatSassyCaptain - 35k, Gen. Pure episode-style casefic and a great one. Get adopted, idiot 😆

Rate of Exchange by scioscribe - 9k, Gen. Bulletproof premise of "get captured by Mysterious Bad Guys, get forced to hurt each other, get out and have Feelings about it". Perfect.

all in by milostollbooth - 13.5k, Spones. Spock gets to be in charge of the Enterprise and things Get Complicated. Like 50% casefic and 50% developing Spones.

A Hippocratic Proof by stillwaters01 - 5k, Gen. Less plotty, more of a friendship fic. McCoy doubts his abilities and Spock goes about reassuring him in the most logical way possible 🥰

it ends or it doesn't by Muir_Wolf - 28.5k, McSpirk. Bones being a martyr! Time loop shenanigans! The complicated process of getting together when you're also under an insane amount of pressure! I love them your honor.

Mudd in Your Eye by Avirra - 61k, Gen. Ok, it's an alternate take on "Space Seed", but it does its own thing so effectively that i'm putting it under plotty fic. Really big fan of how competent Bones is and his relationships with the various OCs in this one.

Shipping-Centric (mostly Spones)

Some McSpirk as well ig. There's some overlap with the previous two categories, but these are more shipping than plot.

Surgeon's Mate by belmanoir - 4.5k, Spones. It's the most-kudos'd Spones fic for a reason, and that reason is an EXCELLENT Spock POV with impeccable characterization.

Holocene by greenbloodedcomputer - 4.5k, Spones. Old Married Spones on Vulcan dealing with the in-laws :)

Traditions of Intimacy by swimmingwolf59 - 8.5k, Spones. Spock and McCoy sharing meals and slowly getting closer to each other. Just fantastic.

First Impressions by swimmingwolf59 - 16.5k, Spones. Y'all KNOW I love Sarek and McCoy being awkward buddies, and this fic has an emphasis on the AWKWARD. Love it!

Two Thirds of a Whole by sleepymccoy - 18.5k, Spones. Alternate universe Spock is such a sweetie and Prime Universe Spock is UNHINGED near the end, this whole premise is excellent and the Spones is immaculate.

Courtship Rituals by fangirlandiknowit - 30k, McSpirk. I love love love fake relationship shenanigans that become way too real partway through.

wish i was a better liar by Muir_Wolf - 17.5k, McSpirk with an emphasis on the McKirk. Uhhh, "The Enemy Within" dubcon threesome. Also Spock's there and being protective. Also it's HOT.

Symbiosis by weekend_conspiracy_theorist - 6.5k, Spones. Diplomatic function fake relationship! That very, very quickly becomes less fake lol, Spock's kind of a mess emotionally in this one.

i've seen time tell tales by Rusoe - 1.5k, Spones. Old Married Spones my beloved. Domestic fluff with a hint of angst.

Off-Beat/Stuff I Can't Fit Anywhere Else

For all your confused-by-how-the-author-got-there fanfic needs.

Bones - A Biography by Spock Grayson by AlyssiaInWonderland - 4k, McKirk and Spones. Early First Contact AU where Vulcan first interacts with Earth during WWI. The premise is excellent and the whole vibe of it is heartbreaking, I honestly wish this were longer because I want to live in this universe for like 100k words.

Nothing Unreal Exists by eigenvectrix - 16k, Gen. EXCELLENT fic. Transfem Spock, lots of examination of Vulcan culture, McCoy being both competent as a doctor and generally trying his best during difficult conversations as a friend. 10/10, it made me give up on the trans Spock fic I was kicking around in my head because tbh I could never live up to this.

AOS

I don't even like the characterization in the AOS movies, but these fics are great :)

Lessons by madwriter223 - 1.5k, Spones. Honestly, I always forget this is an AOS fic. Love Spock being so methodical in his romantic intentions/techniques.

Honorable Enemies by Zauzat - 24k, Spones. McCoy being sad, war being hell, Spock being surprisingly emotionally astute in his own way. Gets plotty in the last third. What more do you need from a fic?

Now the Sons Look For Their Fathers/ But Their Fathers Are All Gone by Straight_Outta_Hobbiton - 30.5k, Gen. McCoy taking care of Vulcan kids post-Star Trek (2009). Has great versions of Sybok and T'Pring for the Kelvinverse.

Fortunate Son by mardia - 50.7k, McKirk. I'm usually not a fan of putting anyone except Kirk on Tarsus, but it sometimes works with AOS since we don't get anything on that whatsoever. This is easily the best "McCoy on Tarsus" fic out there!

The Tribunal of Lieutenant Commander Leonard H. McCoy, MD PhD by stealthestars - 3.5k, slight McSpirk. I love fics where everyone's being all official while internally freaking out ♥️

This Must Be The Place by therev - 38k, Spones. A really sweet, existential look at the absolute mindfuck of finding out just what alternate universe you was getting up to and slowly realizing you want something somewhat like that as well.

Shameless Self-Recs

Just a couple of my fics that I'm personally very fond of. Because I'm shameless lmao.

some people crash to earth three times (and then learn from their mistakes) - 8k, Gen. Dropping TOS characters into a shortly post-First Contact scenario for shits and giggles. I loved writing street medic McCoy and his teenage bullshit.

the wind counts lost goodbyes - 2.8k, Gen. Look, give me an opportunity to write some Vulcan culture and angst and I'm bound to go all in. MCD warning.

sing for the damage we've done (and the worse things that we'll do) (2k, Gen) and i speak in smoke signals (and you answer in code) (6k, Gen) - Uhhh, the inherent limitations of the Prime Directive, Federation politics, McCoy being ride or die for his patients, Spock being ride or die for his friends.

strike another match (let's start anew) (3k, Spones) and hearing a voice i'd known (a couple of lightyears ago) (4.7k, Gen) - These are both post-Fal-tor-pan AUs where it, like, Goes Wrong in different ways. I love doing a little fal-tor-pan AU, mostly because I don't think it was given nearly enough focus in canon.

[yellowduck3]

School auditorium

Okay guys, I did it, not the way I wanted, but what can you do as it is. But first, a few mods: 1. Seasonable School Events: 2, 3, 4, 6, 9 and 12 Weeks Version! made by SonozakiSisters 2. Schedule School Events: Prom, Exams and Career day made by SonozakiSisters 3. No Prom Invite hurts only couples, besties and significant romance level sims you don't know who again - SonozakiSisters 4. No Prom Invites from Random Acquaintances and again SonozakiSisters 5. Career Day Overhaul - ilkavelle (surprised?)

These wonderful mods give at least some control over what happens in this auditorium (on my individual sim lifespan I wildly hate these graduations every fucking week) I want to confess - I have not tested these buildings, if something goes wrong, write to me

Regular auditorium - 1

DOWNLOAD (SFS)

Two floors, a main hall, a cafe, a rehearsal room, a room for taking photos for the school yearbook, a small office with computers, and of course toilets. In all subsequent buildings only the main hall will change.

Prom auditorium - 2

DOWNLOAD (SFS)

Graduation auditorium - 3

DOWNLOAD (SFS)

Career auditorium - 4

DOWNLOAD (SFS)

Under the mod that I indicated above, it will be necessary to add 2 more tables, there is also a mod that takes sims from your save for the positions of these specialists: sims4me -townieoverhaul_lessfame: townieoverhaul_highschool

I will upload the buildings to the gallery this evening

I hope you enjoy it but I'm not sure 👻

[kashimos-hajime]

—drawing straws | s.r.

summary: "maybe it’s because i dated so many people that i’m jaded."

pairing: suna rintarou x reader

a/n: sorry for the delayyyy academic hatred still going strong! | part of the undateable series

masterlist

They draw lots on who has to walk you home. Between Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, and Ginjima. Kosaku’s left with his girlfriend, and you sit on the steps to the gym, watching as Aran sighs, mixing up the straws behind his back.

“Sorry,” the ace calls over to you, and you shrug, holding your bag to your chest. “It was Atsumu’s idea.”

“’S not my fault we stayed so late this time,” the boy grumbles, throwing a pinned glare at Suna. You rest your chin on your forearms, peeking at him. He stands with his back to you, sports jacket half-falling out of his duffel bag, and he adjusts the strap on his shoulder as Aran orders them to close their eyes.

“Alright. Take your pick.”

They pick their straws as you stand, brushing off your skirt and walking over to them, peeking between Atsumu and Suna. The boys open their eyes, and Gin’s jaw drops as they compare straws. His is the shortest.

You meet his eyes. He smiles nervously. You press your lips together in a thin smile.

“Sorry, Gin.”

“It’s okay.” He runs his thumbs along the undersides of his backpack straps. “We should get going.”

“Okay.” You brace yourself, though, ignoring the sinking feeling you had. It makes you realize you had hoped it’d be someone else. Out of the group of four, you had a two in four chance to draw someone you were close to. Aran pats your head, wishing you a goodnight before heading to where Kita waits, staring at the trees, and you follow his gaze.

As if feeling your stare, the captain waits, and he offers a smile. Lifts a hand to wave. It's all the invite you need. You walk towards him instead, ignoring the second years speaking amongst themselves.

“Do you have a lot of homework?” Kita asks politely. “I apologize for running practice so late today.”

“It’s okay.” You wave it away, smiling.  “I’m used to it now.”

“If you ever need a day off, don’t hesitate to let me know.” 

You open your mouth but Aran slings an arm around your shoulder, grinning. “Our hard working manager taking a day off? Doesn’t sound like her.” You shrug his arm off, rolling your eyes. Aran's voice twinges with faux pain. “Ouch. Fine, if you want us gone, we should get going anyway. Shinsuke and I have a biology quiz tomorrow to study for.”

“Mhm. Okay.” They depart as your classmates catch up, and you turn to Gin again. A faint flush colours his cheeks, even through the darkening dusk light shadowing their faces. A pang of sympathy swells, and you tug at your shirt absently. “Now that they’re gone, you don’t have to walk with me. I won’t tell Aran.”

“What?” Osamu objects. “No. I’ll walk with you if Gin doesn’t wanna.”

“It’s late,” you argue.

“You’re a girl, kuri-kuri,” Atsumu retorts.

“So, what? I’ve walked that way a hundred times before.”

“I really don’t mind,” Ginjima insists.

“We drew straws for a reason,” agrees Osamu.

“Seriously, guys—”

“I can walk her.” Everyone goes silent. Looks to the figure standing just a small distance farther out in their circle. Suna stands there, swiping through his phone, and when no one answers, he looks up with a small frown. “It’s on my way. All of you live in the other direction.”

You frown. Osamu’s hand hovers near yours, and you turn to look at him. He arches an eyebrow in silent question. 

“Okay,” you say aloud, turning to meet his gaze. His eyes catch the moonlight. It reminds you of a silver coin spinning through the air. A game of chance. You wonder if you flipped a coin on whether or not Suna will bring up the fact that you rejected him when you’re left alone with him, what you would hope the answer would be. Surprise flickers through his face. You reach to adjust his jacket so that it won't fall out of his bag. His stare is heavy and hot against your wrist, but you ignore it. Ignore the way your throat dries. The way your heart pounds. “Let’s go, then.”

.

The walk along the road is done in dead silence. The air prickles against your arms, awkward and heavy in your chest, and you stare dolefully at the set of Suna’s shoulders as he walks half a step in front of you. Words bumble around in your mouth, a pathetic attempt of stringing some sort of conversation starter trying to pull itself out of your mouth, but you clutch your bag strap tighter and stop yourself.

It would be entirely embarrassing if he had no idea what you were talking about. Or didn’t care. And knowing Suna, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about a lot of things.

How can he not care about that? You wonder, bewildered. If I asked someone out, I would agonize over their answer no matter what it was.

“Where do you live anyway?”

You start, blinking. Suna hasn’t turned back, but his voice nearly shocked you half to death. “Awaji Island,” you answer. 

“Awaji Island?”

You nod. “I take the bus and train home almost every day.”

Bewildered, Suna’s eyebrows shoot up. “Why do you live there and go to school here?”

“Because I used to live in Nishinomiya, but I had to go back to Awaji Island with my family to take care of my grandfather. I grew up there, so it’s not too bad, and it’s a really pretty place, but with volleyball practices, and you know, not to complain about anything, but—”

“It’s why you’re so time-conscious.”

“Mhm. I don’t want to miss a train and have to call someone to come get me.”

“Why don’t you ever stay at the Miya’s place? You seem close enough with ‘em.”

“Osamu offered,” you admit, “but I don’t want to bother them. We used to be closer when we were kids, but now, it just feels weird sometimes.” He nods, and you look down at the asphalt beneath your feet. The silence again. A root of frustration crawls across your chest. If he wanted to talk, he never had trouble making you do so. You're also more than aware forcing the conversation is more painful than the quiet, but this... this unwavering silence digs underneath your skin. Like Suna expects you to speak and entertain him, and you're his little puppet doing it anyway, except he hasn't ever said anything like that. Never done anything to suggest it. Guilt replaces your every fibre. Suna isn't the guys you've dated. You don't need to conform to what he wants.

At length: “Atsumu and I used to be closer, you know. Can you believe that?”

“I thought he pissed you off.”

“He does. But I was friends with him first.” You inhale, your chest strangely tight and it feels so painful you think you might choke. It surprises you, that feeling that attacks you on this late night with a boy who is barely a friend. A boy who asked you out. 

You immediately snap your mouth shut, letting that ache fester in your chest instead.

“You’re better friends with Osamu.”

“Atsumu and I had a fight,” you inform. “And neither of us ever got over it.”

“What could you have fought over as children that you still hold a grudge over?” Suna snorts, arching an eyebrow.

“I don’t hold a grudge,” you reply. “Everything just changed. Doesn’t that just happen?” You glance at him. “One day, someone decides something feels awkward, and talking about it is hard, so we just don’t.”

“Is that supposed to be about me?”

“You asked me out, and I’ve been ignoring you. You tell me.” Stopping, you wait until he stops too and stare at him. When pale green eyes meet yours, you feel a shiver shoot down your spine and heat rush to your head, but you stand your ground. “Is it awkward for you?”

“We’re in the same homeroom. Every day, you've always said good morning to me, but since last Wednesday, suddenly I’m a stranger.” He hums thoughtfully. “Or, maybe it’s more like I don’t exist.” You chew on your cheek, looking away with a knotted brow and Suna’s voice is laced with amusement when he speaks. “I asked you out and you said no. I’m already over it. Seems like you’re having trouble, though.”

"I... I am not." You completely are. He turns back around, walking further down the street, and you clench your jaw, dissatisfied. "Suna, wait. I wasn't done asking you questions."

"Is this a job interview?"

No, you think stubbornly. The answer felt hollow, practiced. That's all. You can't let that go. “Suna Rintarou.”

“I don’t want to be here anymore than you do,” he complains, but you cut him off, stopping in a circle of streetlight.

“Was it a dare?” His footsteps pause. You don’t dare look at him, and hug yourself tightly, refusing to move. The squirming in your heart makes you feel a little nauseous, and you try to ignore it, but the more you try, the more you feel it. That nagging that something’s wrong. You never ignore your gut, and it is screaming at you that everything about Suna is trying to trick you. You don’t know why, but you can’t shut up around him, and that’s trouble. It’s a warning siren deafening your thoughts. “Asking me out. Was it a dare?”

A beat. “It wasn’t a dare,” he says slowly. 

“Then why?”

“Why did I ask you out?”

“Yes. You don’t… you don’t do that. You’ve never asked anyone out before, and you’ve never said yes to anyone who asked you out. A lot of girls have. I know they have.” Your eyes meet his. Your heart starts skidding when you notice his expression. One eyebrow arched, chin slightly tilted. He looks so… unamused. It irritates you, makes you want to scream. You’re an idiot. Why would you even tell him that? To prove that you’re just as obsessed with drama as everyone else? “If you start saying something about how school gossip is petty, and boring, and entirely untrue, I know, but—”

“You’re beautiful.”

Your jaw snaps shut. 

His hands slide into his pockets, and he shrugs.

“I asked because you’re beautiful, and I wanted to.”

“There are other pretty girls,” you argue weakly. Jisun, and Mina, and Chiya from Class 5, and Izumi, who Suna had rejected right in front of you months back. 

“Pretty, sure,” he agrees, but does not elaborate further, and you frown. The corner of his lip curves up. “Look. You need to get on that train. I want to go home. We don’t have to talk about this anymore.”

“But—”

“Unless you want to go out with me.”

Your protest dies, and you open and close your mouth repeatedly like some broken animatronic. Suna breaks out into an amused smile, eyes squinting with the smugness of the devil, and you pull your lips into a tight line, looking away. 

“I’m just kidding.”

But his voice is softer, warmer. You peek at him under your eyelashes, and the way he watches you, the way his eyebrows and lips move into an incredibly fond expression, makes your face heat up.

“C’mon,” he murmurs in that same quiet voice. “Let’s go.”

He waits for you to catch up, and when they walk, their elbows keep brushing. You try not to stare, but you can’t help it. Whatever he’s thinking isn’t privy to you, but either way, you wish you knew. 

You lean in. “You know what they call me, right?”

“It’s a stupid nickname,” he answers, waving a hand lazily. “No one’s ‘undateable.’”

“Says the boy who’s never had a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, says the boy who doesn’t want one, either.”

“You don’t?” Cocking your head, you try to gauge his expression but as he faces forward, it’s infuriatingly placid. “Why not?”

“Because I have school, and volleyball. I don’t have time.” He shrugs. “And I just don’t want one.”

“I see.”

“How about you?”

"Hm?"

“Why do you date so many people?”

You flinch. “Because I want to.”

“Sure.” He doesn’t sound convinced.

“And,” you continue, “because I just… I don’t know. I just want it. Love, that is. I want to be loved the way girls are in books and movies and shows. Is that so bad?”

“Maybe not,” he says. “But considering your pool is a bunch of high school boys, I’d say your standards are a little too high.”

You nod. It had been something of a conclusion you’d drawn yourself. Either way, swearing off dating had been the right choice. The peace you’ve had since has been unparalleled.

“That’s why I don’t want a boyfriend right now,” you find yourself telling him. “I’m sorry I rejected you so harshly.”

“It’s okay.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Why would I not mean it?”

“I don’t know. Because people never say what they mean.”

“Don’t you sound a little jaded for someone who dates so many people?”

“Maybe it’s because I dated so many people that I’m jaded,” you tease. He scoffs, but he’s smiling again, and you internally cheer. You count it as a win. “But you think so?”

“Think your romanticism is warranted?” he asks. “No. I think it’s stupid. But you’ll find someone who has that same stupid idea because they want the same kind of love. Because that’s who they are.” Finally, his gaze meets yours. “Not because they want to date the hot girl.”

When they reach the train station, Suna pats your head. Through the station, the announcement of the incoming trains warns you of your time slipping away.

“Don’t miss the train,” he tells you. “See you tomorrow.” 

“Okay. See you.”

He nods, before turning and beginning to walk the way the two of them came. You frown, calling after him.

“I thought you said this was on your way.”

Suna glances over his shoulder. “Get home safe.”

A half-hearted wave. He doesn’t look back. 

Your shoulders fall, and your lips part as the realization sinks in. Looking down at your wallet, you clutch the leather tighter in your fists before spinning around and running down the steps to do as he ordered, shoes tapping on the tile.

Suna Rintarou is dashed from your mind as you slip between the doors of the train, catching your breath.

Wait… 

But if he doesn’t want a girlfriend… why did he…

You let out a groan of frustration, finding a seat on the train and resting your head against the window. You just can’t understand him.

[frownyalfred]

a compliment: I think your writing is truly incredible, the aesthetic of your blog is one of my faves and I'm amazed at your ability to constantly come up with new stuff and explore interesting ideas. you're a really account to follow and you keep the dash active :)

ask for advice: I saw recently that you go to the gym a lot and I was wondering if you had any tips to make the work out more effective. I'm planning on having top surgery some time this year and I want to make as much progress as possible before it so I don't lose much muscle mass and I'm able to pick up exercise more quickly afterwards (sorry if it's too long or specific)

Thank you so much friend! Obligatory I'm not a doctor, this is NOT medical advice and you should always talk to your doctor before anyone else, but I did actually end up on the FTM Fitness subreddit by accident the other day, and they had some really good recommendations re: top surgery and building muscle pre and post surgery. I don't want to assume anything and get it wrong, but I'm assuming you're talking about building enough muscle so that the top surgery doesn't result in a super flat chest after, right? or, in other words, more defined pecs?

Here's a link to their FAQs, where they also talk about muscle building pre- and post-surgery. Again, apologies if I'm assuming and getting things wrong, but I think it's a pretty good resource regardless!

That subreddit has some great tips, and overall getting into a workout routine before major exercise will make recovery much easier and faster. Eat well, don't smoke, try not to drink, and stay consistent. Get good sleep, and do a basic strength building routine that you can stick to before the surgery. Listen to your doctor about lifting limitations afterward (the number of weeks differs by surgery, I think) and try to get gentle movement in as soon as you're permitted to or able.

As for general chest exercises, I can't say enough good things about a traditional bench press. If you can add in dips at all, those can be a game changer. Either assisted on a machine or straight out dips, if you can manage it. Pushups, so many pushups. Start doing them every hour or so, as many as you can in a row. You will be insanely sore, but over just a few weeks, you'll see some insane results. My chest day is basically just bench press, push ups, and dips. And yoga -- if you're into that at all, esp planning for future gentle movement. Those classes can get you really working the chest if you're holding longer poses.

Good luck and I hope the surgery goes well!

[bumblesimagines]

Headcanon:

Dating Misty Quigley

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

CW/TW: it's Misty fucking Quigley.

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Misty Quigley is an... odd girl, for lack of a better word. While she's not considered a total social pariah like Natalie, she's not popular like Jackie or Shauna. Misty Quigley blends in the background. Misty Quigley goes unnoticed. Misty Quigley is another face in the crowd nobody glances twice at. She knows it. She desperately wants it to be different. 

She's not quite a Yellowjacket, something she's reminded of whenever the team goes out to parties and she remains uninvited or when she pipes up with an idea and the girls exchange amused glances. Nobody takes her seriously and nobody really wants to be friends with her. Until you, (Y/N) Ibarra. 

You scope out the classroom as classmates shuffle around desks to ask their friends if they'd like to partner up before someone else snatches them up. Your attention settles on your sister first and then slides further down the row of desks to the blonde sitting by her lonesome. Misty.

"Hey," Mari leaned her hip against your desk, her lips quirking up into a familiar grin that tells you her part of the project will end up on your lap if you agree. "You wanna partner up?"

"I don't know." You reply, more focused on the way Misty goes utterly ignored by everyone walking past her desk. She perks up the moment someone steps by only to slump back into her chair when they keep walking. "I think I'll ask Misty." 

Mari makes a face immediately, her lip curling into barely disguised disgust. "Seriously?" Her eyes flicker to the girl. "You want to partner with four-eyes?" 

"I feel bad for her." You shrug, curling your hand around the strap if your backpack as you stand up and sling it over your shoulder. "She seems... nice." 

Mari arches a brow but throws her hands up. "It's your funeral." She mutters under her breath and spins on her heel to approach Akilah instead. 

You slip through the tight spaces between desks and step over fallen backpacks until you reach the desk Misty always sits at each day without failure. She doesn't look up this time, probably expecting to be working alone as always. It's a little pitying. 

"Hey, Quigley," You greet her, and her head shoots up so quickly that her glasses slide a little down her nose. 

"H-Hey!" Her voice is a pitch higher than usual, and her wide, brown eyes sparkle with hope. She nudges her glasses back to their former place and smiles tentatively. "D-Do you need something?" 

"I was, uh.. wondering if you had a partner yet? Mari's partnering with Akilah and David's out all week on that family emergency so.. I thought-" 

"Absolutely!" Misty perks right up, her smile widening before she blinks and clears her throat, a little blush dusting over her freckled cheeks. "I mean, no, I don't have a partner. I'd love to work with you." She giggles sheepishly. 

"Awesome." 

Misty has a habit of latching onto anyone who shows her even the slightest bit of positive attention. She can't help it, she yearns for it. She lives for it. So, the moment you come out like a knight in shining armor, it's over. She develops a crush then and there.

Misty isn't great at socializing. She rambles quite a bit when she gets nervous, stammering and backtracking constantly while she fumbles to get a grip. This heightens around her crush. She wants so badly to be your friend, to keep your attention. 

Of course, after the project is said and done, in her mind you're already her friend. I mean, why else have you stuck around so long? It couldn't be just for the grade, right? You even did your part of the project instead of coaxing her into doing everything like so many others have done! Obviously, you want to be her friend, right?

Once this assumption is locked in her head, she begins seeking you out. She learns your schedule, both school schedule and after school, so she can optimize as much time as possible. She's first out the door when classes end so she can walk beside you down the halls on the way to the next class. Don't worry if you see her pop up around your favorite hangout spots. She's just like that.

Misty can get just a smidge obsessive. She wants to learn everything about you: your favorite meals, your favorite bands, your favorite color, your favorite authors, everything. She wants to know how to appear interesting and appealing to you. This means occasionally badgering Mari, who definitely doesn't want to spend more than a second in her presence.

Mari isn't a fan of this bubbling friendship. She doesn't like Misty. She thinks she's a little weird freak like most people do. She's first to laugh at Misty's shortcomings or make a face when Misty says something she doesn't understand. It grates on Misty's nerves but for you, she'll put up with it forever if she has to. 

Misty's a big people pleaser and more observant than people give her credit for. She'll immediately pick up if you're stressed or in a down mood and she'll want to remedy that asap. There is no other option. Be it getting you some sweets or cracking jokes that make no sense 'cause they're full of references you can't quite understand, she's doing everything she can to make you feel better. 

Of course, Misty is a little... intense. When this intensity manifests with her emotions like jealousy or anger, it can make her act impulsive though she can be very meticulous about plans she forms on an impulse. God forbid she notices someone else flirting with you or hears about Mari wanting to set you up. It'll drive her crazy and when Misty gets crazy, people get hurt.

Misty isn't afraid to get her hands dirty or ruin someone's life. She'll form a plan to ensure you don't even consider the person she's jealous of, whether it's by sabotaging them or upright telling you 'rumors' she'd heard. Anything to make that person undesirable in your eyes. It's for your own good. Nobody will make you as happy as she can.

Of course, it's not hard being friends with Misty. She's generally pretty upbeat, caring, and she's always eager (and available) to spend time with you. She's always happy to listen to you talk about anything and everything, especially 'cause it lets her take mental notes of things you mention that she can look into later. 

Eventually, however, she gets tired of waiting around for you to up and realize how much she's meant to be with you. Of course, Misty's more than happy to take matters into her own hands.

Misty watches you explore her bedroom from her spot on the bed, her fingertip tracing the thread of her thick, floral-patterned comforter. Her room was naturally tidy but she'd taken time to triple-check that there wasn't a single thing out of place when you agreed to come over. 

All the good classics were propped up on display for you to look over and realize how smart she is. Most girls her age read the latest magazines or don't even read at all, but not her. She could whip out a quote from Allegory of the Cave or recite any line from the Iliad if you asked. 

She fixed herself up a bit for you. She dabbled on a little baby pink lipstick and dusted her cheeks with a pale red powder. She wasn't an expert on applying makeup; she had no friends to teach her and she didn't feel like suffering humiliation by asking one of the Yellowjackets. Her bouncy curls were tied back into a low bun with frizzy strands framing her face.

Her palms smooth over the lavender sweater she's wearing before coming to rest over her washed-out jeans. Her heart beats rapidly in her chest, and she awaits your opinion while chewing on the inside of her cheek. 

You finally turn toward her and smile sweetly, her nerves easing away at the mere sight of it. "I like it." You shrug and walk closer to the bed. "It's... homey." 

Misty nearly puffs out her chest in pride but instead, she bashfully tucks away a strand behind her ear and gives a shy smile. "I'm glad you like it."

"What'd you want to talk about?" You ask and settle down on the edge of her bed, the mattress sinking slightly beneath your weight and the bedframe creaking softly. 

"Oh, just.." Misty trails off, the words she'd carefully chosen for this very moment refusing to leave her tongue. She fiddles with her fingers. "Uhm, I was just.. uhm.. I was wondering if maybe you- you'd like to go, I don't know, out with me... somewhere... like the- the diner." 

You blink at her. "We go to the diner all the time." 

"Yeah, but- but.. I mean, like, as a- a date." 

"Oh." You purse your lips a little, as if the idea of going on a date with her hadn't even occurred to you. She immediately wants to sink into the mattress. She can feel a desperate ramble coming on. "Okay." 

"Okay?" It comes out breathless. 

You shrug, looking a little amused. "Okay."

Misty is positively thrilled that you agreed to go out with her! She blabbers about having a date with anyone who engages with her (mostly teachers) and is practically on cloud nine leading up to the big day. She frets over her outfit a bit, messes with her hair until it's in a style she likes, and even manages to gather up the will to call Jackie for makeup advice. Jackie entertains her for the most part but Misty has a feeling Jackie doesn't fully believe she's got a date. 

She gets real nervous about the date. She doesn't want to ruin it but she whispers some affirmations to herself beforehand to keep her mind straight. She tries not to be too overly Misty but she can't help it when you make her so comfortable. She appreciates that she doesn't have to hide her quirks or tone herself down. 

Being in a relationship with Misty is... a whole different ballpark. She's clingy, clingier than before. Personal space? Never heard of her. PDA? Love it. She constantly wants to hold hands or lean against you or give you tight hugs. 

Mari flips a lid when she first hears about it. She freaks. She doesn't want Misty fucking Quigley in her house! She doesn't want to be anywhere near her! She rationalizes that it's a pity relationship, something you're doing out of the kindness of your heart. It's what she tells anyone who asks, too. 

Misty doesn't care what Mari thinks. She doesn't care about what anyone thinks. She's overjoyed that A) you are dating her and B) she finally gets to experience what she constantly hears about from other people. She's already planned how the wedding's going to go, fyi. She'll tolerate her future sister-in-law just for you.

Maybe a little surprisingly, Misty's almost the perfect girlfriend. Her obsession and desire to be wanted leave her trying and doing anything she thinks you'll like. Plus, she's made sure to know you like the back of her hand.

Every gift she gets you is something she knows you'll love, every time she goes out to eat with you she ensures the food is exactly how you like it, and every essay or homework paper is reviewed by her to make sure you get the best grade. She's practically every love language shoved into one. Just don't hurt her feelings too much. For your own sake.

Being intimate with Misty is... something. Once the idea of losing her virginity and being intimate with you gets put in her head, she's reading allll about it. Whether it's educational books and journals or straight-up dirty magazines, she's checking it out and keeping herself informed and prepared. When the time comes, she's likely the initiator and tries being subtle about it but it's not hard to pick up what she's putting down. 

Misty can go for whatever and whenever you want because she's nearly always ready. She definitely reads about things that would make middle-aged folks turn bright red and immediately wants to try them all out, though she'll understand if you're apprehensive (if not a bit pouty over it). She's naturally curious and being the way she is, she wants to experience as much as possible to level the playing field with her and the other people at school. She wants to be able to say she's done things after spending half her life being the late bloomer.

Of course, she's overjoyed to hear your parents are forcing you to accompany Mari to Nationals. She'd been fretting about having to be away from you for so long (a week) and had already decided on ringing up your landline every time she could to check on you. But now, with you tagging along, all her worries washed away. Until the plane crashes in the wilderness and she's worried for a little while... until she realizes how much everyone is starting to appreciate her and her medical knowledge. Things are better now, aren't they? Surely, you wouldn't mind if she destroyed the flight recorder, right?

[mykoreanlove]

The Night We Stopped Being Almost and Became Always

„Okay guys, let’s end practice for today”, I hear Minho call.

I let out a sigh as I hear what Minho had said, honestly I’m a bit relieved that we’re ending practice for the day now… I look over to the others, and see them all packing their stuff to leave. And I look at you, my eyes asking you what’s next..

“Hyunjin, can we talk for a moment?”

I’m a bit confused as to why Minho would want to talk to me, but I look over to you, giving you a look, before turning to Minho, nodding. “Yeah, what’s up?” I ask, wondering what it is that he wants to talk to me about.

“I wanted to ask… are you guys back together?” he says and points his head in your direction. I’m a bit surprised at his question, not expecting him to come out and ask something personal like that.. I look over at you for a moment, trying to decide how to answer this.

“Yeah, we are…”, I say, my eyes travelling back to him, trying to see any sort of reaction. I have no idea why he would ask such a question, I thought it was just common knowledge at this point. Minho genuinely smiles. “I’m happy for you, you know? Y/N is really perfect for you.”

I’m a bit surprised, I didn’t expect Minho to be happy for me, I guess it shows on my face because he laughs a bit at my expression. “Thanks, she really is.. I don’t think I could ask for anyone better…” I say, a genuine smile on my face; feeling touched by my friend’s happy response.

“Of course not, she is the best thing that will ever happen to you”, Felix and Changbin chime in. A small grin pops onto my face as I hear both of them expressing their thoughts, making sure I know that I’ve found something great.. I shake my head, a bit amused and touched by their words.

“Thanks guys, I know you’re right.. I’m really lucky. I just hope I don’t mess things up again, somehow”, I say, the last part a bit shy, feeling kind of vulnerable for opening up to my bandmates.

“Yah, you better! You broke her heart enough times. I have no idea why she would ever take your stinky ass back so you better worship the ground she walks on!”, Changbin proclaimed.

I’m a bit surprised by the sudden turn in energy but I guess I should have seen it coming… I let out another little sigh, my hand going back to rub my sore neck. “Yeah, I know. I’ll try to do better this time… I really will… and I want to do better this time.. I’ll be better to her”, I say softly, my expression looking a bit remorseful, remembering that I didn’t exactly treat you that great…

The others pat my back and say their goodbyes, leaving only me and you in this practice room. I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding, looking around to see that we’re really alone now, at last, having the room to ourselves.

“Well, I’m surprised that conversation happened.. I didn’t think they would care that much”, I say, walking over to you. I reach out my hand to you, needing to touch you desperately. But you pull me down on the couch with you instead. “What was it about?”

I fall down on the furniture, lying next to you. My hand instinctively goes to your hip as I let my head rest on your shoulder. “You didn’t hear?” I say curiously, surprised you didn’t catch a word. “I had headphones in, see?”, you point to your ears. “Didn’t want to intrude on your privacy”, you explain yourself.

“Ah, makes sense.. they asked if we were back together.. they kinda made me confirm that we were. And then they told me to be good to you this time..”, I explain, a small smile showing on my face as I remember the short interaction.

You turn your head and face me with widened eyes. “We’re back together?”

I look at you and my expression softens, as a small, yet genuine smile forms on my lips. “Yeah… that we are”, I say, my hand still resting on your hip, my thumb gently rubbing circles on your delicate skin.

“You never asked me though”, you smirk.

I laugh a little as I see the smirk and lean in close to your face, almost to the point of our foreheads touching. My smile grows, my hand moving from your hip to your waist. “Do I have to ask?”, I say softly, my eyes looking into yours, feeling you breathing as I’m centimeters away from your face.

“Please”, you nod.

I let out a little laugh as I see your reaction, your eagerness and excitement makes me smile even more. My hand is still gently holding your waist as my eyes look at your face, specifically at your lips. “Alright, sweet girl…”, I say softly, my eyes never leaving your face while my hand gently grips to your waist. I lean in a little, getting just a few centimeters from your face, our foreheads still touching; my lips almost brushing yours.

I notice you stopped breathing and let out a soft chuckle, my lips ghosting along your skin. You smell so intoxicating. I move to your ear, to let my teeth graze your earlobe, as I feel myself getting addicted to you.

“Breathe, baby. You’re not going to pass out on me, are you?”, I tease, my hand on your waist gripping a bit more tightly.

“Been there, done that”, you scoff.

A look of amusement shows on my face when I hear you say that.. and my expression gets more curious. “You have? When?”, I ask, my hand sliding from your waist to your thigh, gently squeezing it as my nose nuzzles into your neck; your scent just all over me.

“Remember when your ex showed up in the middle of the night confessing her love for you? After she left and you were unsure about your feelings for me, I collapsed on your floor. Did you really forget?”

I let out a little chuckle as you remind me of that. I did kind of forget, although it makes sense, considering how stressful that night was for both of us. “Yeah, I kinda forgot about that”, I say, a bit of guilt in my voice from knowing you were affected like that.”

"Well, I didn't."

Your words hit me like a punch to the gut, I'm still ashamed of how badly I treated you. Once more I feel grateful for your kindness and forgiveness, God knows what I did to deserve someone like you.

“So, I believe you wanted to ask me something”, you muse.

I let out another small chuckle, feeling a bit shy and nervous, my hands gently rubbing your thighs as I keep my head in the crook of your neck. “Yeah, I did.. and I guess it wouldn’t be fair unless I asked you in person”, I say softly; my face moving even more into the crook of your neck, my lips gently sucking on it.

“I’m all ears”, you’re getting impatient.

I let my lips travel from your neck to your jawline, and then to your ear, as my hand moves up to your chin and my thumb and index finger gently grab and tilt your chin up, so that your face is looking at me.

“Be with me.”

The words came out softly, my expression still a bit shy. I’m watching your reaction closely as you give me your response, a proud smirk forming on my face.

“Is that a yes, princess?” I tease, my thumb gently tracing along your chin, just below your lip. “You haven’t called me that in forever”, you wince. I laugh a bit at your reaction, my hand gently moving from your chin to cup your cheek, and I gently rub it. “Yeah, I’ve missed calling you that..”, I say softly, my lips going to your cheek, kissing it.

“Ever thine, Jinnie.”

I let out a small laugh as I hear the Shakespearean English.

“Ever thine… ever mine, ever our”, I say, repeating the words with a smirk on my face, my hand moving through your hair, my fingers gently tracing your scalp. I watch you smile, a real, genuine smile that reaches your eyes this time. “So, we’re really back together, huh? I’m your girl and all?”

“Yeah, you’re my girl. All mine. And I’m all yours. There’s nothing else I could ask for, you’re it for me”, I say, my expression turning a little sentimental, and I’m unable to help it, but my hand goes to your thigh and gently squeezes it.

“You promise?”

I let out a soft chuckle as I hear you asking me that.. and I give your thigh a little squeeze in reassurance, my thumb rubbing along the material of your pants.

“Cross my heart, hope to die, I promise”, I say, my expression still soft. “And also”, I turn to you and place my lips on yours, “sealed with a kiss.”

[eclipsethemagic]

Fairy Shampoo |MYG|

summary: Yoongi hasn’t been home for a while, since his mother been sick, leaving you and his son home along without him.

genre: fluff

Paring: husband Yoongi x! wife oc

Song of the day: fairy shampoo by txt

[m.list]

"Mommy, Mommy!" Your little boy Ji-Hoon chants as he comes downstairs. You can't help but smile as you bend down, going to his level.

"Yes baby?" You question, he smiles showing off his missing tooth that came out yesterday.

"Is daddy coming home?" Yoongi has been gone for a while. He went home for a while to see his parents. His mother ended up getting sick and his dad was getting older, it wasn't safe for them to be alone anymore. So Yoongi wanted to move back to Korea, just for a few months.

You said no.

Yoongi and his older brother loved Mr. and Mrs. Min as much as you did, but your main focus was your son. It was Ji-Hoon's first year of school, being around kids, and exploring the world. For him, America was home, and leaving a place he wasn't familiar with would be confusing. While Yoongi was mad at you for a few days, he eventually understood, and he works every day, so he can't take care of his parents like that.

"I don't know baby, but let's get ready for bed, shall we?" you ask tickling his sides. He giggles. He and you head upstairs to get him ready for bed. You tuck him into his blanket and read him a story before kissing his forehead as he falls asleep.

Your phone rings when you get out of the shower, towel around your body you look at the caller ID before smiling. You answer it and put it on speaker phone as you get dressed. "Yes love?" You say and hear Yoongi moving around before setting down.

"How are you?" He says, his voice raspy and deeper than normal. He must of been sleeping, you wonder putting on one of his hoodies. "I'm good, just put Ji to bed. He's been asking when you're coming home. When are you coming home?"

He sighs before answering. "I'm not sure, I was hoping today but Geum-jae might not make it." You could tell Yoongi was frustrated. He wanted to come home and see Ji-Hoon. But this is what he had to do, as his parents' youngest son.

Yoongi speaks something in Korean in the background, and then you hear him open what sounds like a door. Geum-Jae's voice is heard and you let out a sigh of relief. Yoongi said, "It looks like I can come home." His voice was filled with happiness, and you were too. You'll hang up after a while, saying goodnight to each other.

The next day, you and Ji-Hoon were in the backyard. It was sunny and hot today. Ji-Hoon has talked about swimming ever since Yoongi got him a kiddie pool, so you blew it up and filled it with water. You watched Your son playing in the water without a care in the world. Yoongi said he'll be home a little bit later since he had to stop in Seoul to drop off some papers to Jimin.

The front gate opens making you and Ji-Hoon look up. Yoongi let out a curse in Korean as he dropped his phone. Ji-Hoon squeals and jumps out of the kiddie pool and waddles over to his dad. Yoongi looks down and smiles dropping his bag and bending down opening her arms.

Ji-Hoon runs to his arms, his daddy stands up spinning him in the process. It was the most cutest interaction they have ever had. And then he sees you, his beautiful wife and he smiles at you as he walks over to you with Ji-Hoon in his arms. "Hi baby." He mumbles as he kisses your cheek when he's in front of you. You giggle saying hi too and Yoongi goes ahead and puts down his wet son. "I see you're enjoying the weather huh?" Yoongi says when his son runs back into the pool, Holly finally coming out of the house to see his dad.

"Oh hello to you too buddy." The dog rubs against his owner and Yoongi bends down and pets Holly on her head. He gets a few pets in before Holly gets fed up and walks right back into the house without a care in a world. You two chuckle at the interaction. "God, it feels so good to be back." Your husband sighs and then looks back at you, his brown eyes staring down at you and he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you into a deep hug. You smell the musk of his cologne you got him for Christmas one year. It's a sense you'll never get tired of smelling from him. "I miss you." You mumble against his chest and you hear him hum and put his chin on top of your head. "No, you can't miss me the way I missed you." He says and you laugh before patting his back a little before you two pull away.

"At least you been eating, your cheeks are fuller." Yoongi frowns at your joke and he pokes his cheeks with both hands looking at you. "Are you trying to say I don't eat when I'm here?" He ask and you shake your head laughing when he fake gasp. Before he can say anything else Ji calls his name telling him to look as he goes under water and come back up saying rawr. After a while, You let Yoongi go and clean up Ji after playing outside for a couple of hours. When it's time for bed, your little bug didn't want to go to sleep, afraid that his dad wouldn't be here in the morning, but Yoongi told him that he would, and that he wasn't leaving any time soon.

"He missed me that much?" Your husband says when you two start getting ready for bed, you're standing in the bathroom with the door open taking off your earrings when you hear his question. "Yeah, he never stopped talking about you, even when I went over to my mom's house just to get him out the house he always wondered what you were doing." A small smile forms on Yoongi's lips, and you chuckle at his happiness.  When you walk over to the bed? Yoongi pulls you into his lap. "Have I ever told you I loved you?" He mumbles with a tilt of his head and you giggle at his question before nodding. "Yeah baby, you have."

"Well I love you."

"And I love you."

[thollandsgirl2013]

Hi! I love your work and was wondering if you could write about Peter x stark!reader. A mission goes wrong causing Tony to be mad at both of them leading to an argument between both reader and Peter at the end but it’s very like wholesome when Peter sees how much reader is feeling guilty about the mess up?

I’m bad at explaining sorry if it doesn’t make sense!

Have a great day/good night

Hi! Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this fic!

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𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠

Parings → Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings → Argument, guilt, injury mention, explosion, mild angst, hurt/comfort.

Summary → A mission gone wrong leads to Tony Stark’s anger, an argument between you and Peter, and a heartfelt moment of guilt and comfort.

"You two are grounded from missions—indefinitely!"

Tony’s voice boomed through the Avengers' compound as you and Peter stood in the briefing room, heads down like two kids being scolded. The mission had been simple—get in, retrieve intel, and get out. But, of course, things never go as planned.

“Do you have any idea how reckless that was?” Tony continued, pacing the room. “One mission. One easy mission, and you two nearly blew up half a HYDRA base!”

“In my defense,” Peter started hesitantly, raising a finger, “the explosion wasn’t entirely our fault. The HYDRA guy—”

“Oh, don’t even try, Parker,” Tony snapped, cutting him off. “You left the plan! Both of you! If I hadn’t sent back-up, you could have been killed.”

You flinched at his words. He wasn’t wrong. You had been the one to call an audible mid-mission, deciding that splitting up would be faster. Peter had reluctantly followed your lead. But when an unexpected HYDRA ambush cornered you, everything had spiraled out of control. Peter had to web you out of the way just as a grenade detonated, collapsing half the structure. You barely escaped, but the mission was a mess.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet your father’s gaze. “Dad, I—”

“No. No explanations. I don’t want to hear them,” Tony interrupted, rubbing his temple. “You’re off the field. End of discussion.” He turned on his heel and walked out, leaving you and Peter standing in tense silence.

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The silence stretched for a moment before Peter finally huffed, pacing across the room. “I told you it was a bad idea to split up.”

You crossed your arms, your jaw tightening. “Yeah? Well, we didn’t exactly have time to debate it, Peter.”

“We didn’t have to debate! We had a plan, and you changed it last minute.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Mr. Stark’s right. We could’ve been seriously hurt.”

“I know that, okay?” Your voice wavered slightly, frustration mixing with guilt. “I messed up. I get it.”

Peter’s expression softened, but he still shook his head. “You’re not the only one who messed up. I followed you, and I should’ve spoken up.”

“Then why are you acting like this is all my fault?” You snapped, feeling the weight of the mistake crushing you.

“Because you keep doing this!” Peter blurted out. “You take risks, and I— I can’t always be there to save you.” His voice cracked, and his shoulders dropped. “And one day… one day I might not be fast enough.”

Your chest tightened at the vulnerability in his voice. “Peter…”

He exhaled heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, I get it. You want to prove yourself to your dad. You want to show him that you can handle this life. But you don’t have to do that by throwing yourself into danger.”

You looked away, staring at the floor. “I just… I just don’t want him to think I’m useless.” Your voice was barely a whisper. “Like I’m just ‘Stark’s kid’ riding on his name.”

Peter’s heart ached at your words. He stepped closer, his voice softer now. “Hey… You are not useless. You’re incredible, Y/N. And Mr. Stark knows that. I know that.”

You let out a shaky breath. “Then why do I feel like I failed?”

Peter reached out, gently taking your hands in his. “Because you care. But making mistakes doesn’t mean you’re a failure.” He offered you a small smile. “Trust me, I’ve made plenty of them.”

You let out a small laugh, though your eyes still burned with unshed tears. “Yeah, you have.”

“Wow. Rude,” he teased, nudging your shoulder lightly.

You sighed, squeezing his hands. “I really am sorry, though.”

“I know,” he said sincerely. “Just… next time, let’s stick to the plan, okay? You don’t have to do this alone.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

Peter grinned, giving your hands a final squeeze before pulling you into a hug. You melted into his embrace, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

“By the way,” he murmured, “I think ‘grounded from missions indefinitely’ really means ‘until Mr. Stark stops being mad.’”

You groaned. “Which could be forever.”

Peter chuckled. “Well, if it is, at least we can be miserable together.”

You smiled against his shoulder. “Yeah. Together.”

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[classica-meretrix]

Hiii! I saw that your requests where open and I was wondering if you could do Charlie Weasley x reader? The reader works at Hogwarts as the Astronomy teacher and Harry, Ron, and Hermione take the readers class and the reader is their favorite teacher because they’re non biased to house’s, and they make the class fun and not boring. One day Charlie goes to Hogwarts to visit his partner and to help with her lesson on how the the night sky and stars help him with his job with the dragons and Ron is all kinds of shocked that his brother is there, and Malfoy says something to Hermione that offends her and the reader gives him a look and he actually apologizes and that shocks the trio (the reader is like Draco’s aunt or something) then after class Ron goes to talk to his brother and finds his brother and teacher kissing cause they’ve been dating for a while and that just blows Ron’s mind?

Also I love your work! Thank you sooo much for your time >>>💗

thank you so much for the request, love! I hope you like it ❣

Draco, the Dragon Wrym?

pairing: charlie weasley x fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: use of y/n and l/n, reader is said to be draco's aunt and its alluded to be on narcissa's side but not explicitly stated summary: reader works at hogwarts, and quickly became one of the golden trio's favorite teachers! but after a guest speaker drops in, ron makes a shocking discovery

Harry hurried down the hallway, quickly trailed by Ron and Hermione.

"We're going to be late!" Hermione cried as she rushed past the boys.

"No later than me," I laughed, coming up behind them. The three spun around, shocked.

"Miss. L/N!" Hermione gasped. I—What are you doing?"

"Running late," I answered, calmly walking beside them despite my statement. They were all first years, but I knew them well enough by now. Harry, well that was obvious. Ron, I had gone to school with his siblings—and happened to be a little closer with one of his brothers—and knew him mostly by name and stories. Hermione, I had heard about from the other teachers about her young brilliance.

I, however, was surely a mystery to them. We had seen each other in the dining hall and corridors, but the first years hadn't had an astronomy class yet, as it was still the first few weeks of term.

"Aren't you worried about not being on time?" Harry asked, his nose scrunched in confusion.

"No, not particularly," I said with a smirk, ducking behind a tapestry.

There was a beat of silence as I walked through the dark hall before a stampede of tiny feet came running after me.

"I know a shortcut," I continued. They all stared at me in shock, following me up a thin set of stairs.

"Why are you showing us a secret corridor?" Hermione questioned. "Isn't that forbidden?"

"Not explicitly. Besides—" I turned to Ron. "—I know your brothers well enough to know they've probably found this already, and it's just a matter of time before they share it with you."

Ron nodded, clearly not surprised by my assessment of the twins. I led them out of the hallway and held open the wooden door to the astronomy tower. "After you three."

The class was already buzzing, ambling back and forth talking to friends, or leaning over the rails to look out at the darkened grounds. With the arrival of the three students the class fell silent, eyes landing on them, then myself.

"Hello!" I greeted, earning a tired murmur from the group. "I know, it's late, and I'm sure you all want to go to bed just as much as I do, but there's work to be done. I'm Miss. L/N, I'll be your astronomy teacher for this term, and hopefully many more."

The class had started to gather in a loose semi-circle, awaiting their first order. A few of the Slytherins rubbed their eyes, joined with a couple Gryffindor yawns.

"For your first class you shouldn't have your telescopes, but it's such a beautiful night, I think we can break a few rules. I won't tell you if you don't."

That earned a sleepy laugh from the group as they bustled to unpack their telescopes. Hermione exchanged a worried glance with a fellow classmate at the premise of going off the lesson plan.

"Miss. L/N," Draco called in a sickly-sweet voice.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?" I asked.

"Can you set up my telescope for me?" He gave me his best attempt at puppy dog eyes, surely on the verge of playing the nephew card.

"I've shown you how to do this twenty times. We both know you can manage just fine."

Ron was close by and issued a low 'oooooo' to Harry, seemingly taking great pleasure in Draco receiving push back from a teacher.

"Mother said I was doing it wrong," he pouted.

"And your mother failed astronomy. Don't listen to her."

He let out a short laugh before quickly silencing himself as if he'd just remembered it wasn't polite to mock your mother.

Instead, he let out another huff. "Fine, I guess I'll do it myself. And I thought having an aunt as a teacher would be cool."

"Aunt?" I heard Ron gasp as I went to help Neville, who was somehow tangled in the legs of his telescope.

The next few weeks passed as normal, and I saw a significant amount more of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Almost the entire class came to the tower oddly energized for the lesson, but these three specifically seemed eager to learn.

As the students filed out one night I heard Ron mutter to Harry, "I wish she was my aunt."

I only laughed to myself, thinking of the hastily written letter that had arrived this morning:

Love, I've got a leave from work next week, and I'd like to see you while I'm off. Besides, it'd be good to see how Ron is settling in at school. Also, there's this dragon that's recently come in that reminds me of you. I know that's probably absurd to say, but something about how she looks at problems. You can see the gears turning. She's impossibly smart too. Just like you, love. Anyway, got to run. Dragons that need tending! See you soon. Yours forever, Charlie

I blushed as the sweet words before quickly writing a reply, offering for him to help with a class while he was here. He had just been going on about the effects of the stars on his scaley friends, and I figured it would make for a fun class topic.

"Finally!" I called as Charlie landed. "We're going to have to hurry, you're late."

He tucked his broom away before wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing my cheek. "Hello to you too, love."

I led him through the corridors by the hand, hurrying to get to class on time. "They have no idea you're coming. I'd hate for their first impression to be you bumbling in ten minutes late."

"It's fine! Besides, Ron would it expect it of me."

I playfully rolled my eyes, throwing open the door as we rushed up the stairs.

"Hello class!" I announced, slightly winded. "We have a special guest today! Please welcome a longtime friend of mine, Charlie Weasley!" Ron's eyes widened as Charlie appeared behind me, waving to the class.

"Charlie?" he blurted before hurriedly covering his mouth.

"The only and only," he answered with a smirk. "It's nice to meet you all! As Y/N—I mean, Miss. L/N said, I'm Charlie. I work with dragons is Romania."

Excited gasps went up across the group, everyone sharing gleeful looks with their friends.

"Yes, yes. Dragons," I said. "And that will the focus of today's lesson. Dragons, much like ourselves, are affected by the changing patterns of the stars and planets." I pointed to the star map behind me. "This constellation is called 'Draco'. I'm sure you can all guess what that means?"

Hermoine's hand shot in the air.

"Hermione?"

"Draco, Latin for dragon."

"Very good. Ten points for Gryffindor. The Draco constellation is found in the north, looping between the two dippers. It is displayed as a regal dragon."

Draco leaned towards one of his friends. "Hear that, regal."

"But his position among the stars was a punishment in Greek mythology," I continued, making Draco lose his former smugness.

"Can anyone tell me who defeated him?"

The group stayed silent, causing Draco's smirk to reappear as he leaned towards Hermione. "Quiet now, know-it-all?" he sneered. She furrowed her brows, quickly looking down at the floor.

"Draco," I scolded. "Apologize."

He looked at me offended. "Apologize? I'm not apologizing for stating a fact."

"Draco," I repeated, my tone harsh.

"Fine. I'm sorry," he spat.

"Like you mean it."

The class erupted into soft giggles as Draco glared at me.

"I'm sorry," he repeated through his teeth, but at least he was looking at her this time, and his tone lacked the usual sass.

"Anyway," I began, "Athena beat Draco, and banished him to the heavens. Now, he is seen in the northern sky. I'd like you all to set up your telescopes now."

The group began unpacking their bags as I turned back to Charlie.

"Not bad," he said with a smirk, crossing his arm over his chest. "You're making me wish I paid attention in astronomy."

"You should have," I chided, nudging his arm.

Ron came running up us as soon as his telescope was assembled, bumping into Charlie.

"I didn't know you were going to be here! When did you get here? How long are you staying? Does Mom know? Do Fred and Geor—"

"One at a time," Charlie laughed, embracing his brother. "I'm here for the week. It was a surprise. Why don't you go back to your friends and we can catch up tomorrow?"

"Okay!" Ron furiously nodded, scampering back to his station. The rest of class went smoothly, no more snide comments at the very least, and after our talk about the constellation, Charlie went on to tell the class about how the stars and their alignment effected dragons, and stories of their captive dragons' side effects.

Charlie said goodnight at the classroom door, deciding to walk his brother back to his dorm.

The next day I was having tea in my study when Charlie came bustling through the door with a wide grin on his smile.

"I've got something to show you," he announced."

I sat down my book, turning my chair towards him. "Go ahead."

He produced a small leather pouch from his pocket, something squirming and squeaking inside. Charlie dumped the contents into his palm and out tumbled a... green worm?

"What is that?" I asked, walking around the table to get a better look.

"Eastern Spitter Wyrm," he said proudly.

It was maybe four inch long and solid green except for the bronze spines that ran up it's back. It wiggled in his palm until it had balanced again, then began inspecting it's surroundings.

"This is little guy is about two years old, and normally much bigger, I just charmed him to bring him along. I figured he'd be fun to have in the next class, a tiny representation of Draco–who by the way, due to his lack of legs and wings isn't a dragon, but a wyrm."

I laughed at his nerdiness, kissing his cheek. "He's perfect. I'm sure the second years will love him, but I think it'd be best to keep him out of Fred and George's class."

Charlie nodded, sliding the wyrm back into his carrying pouch. "So, what are you up?"

"Reading," I answered, perching on the edge of my desk. He came to stand in front of me, gently stroking my cheek. "But I'm up for a distraction," I teased.

"You must've read my mind," he hummed, bringing his lips to mine.

He softly cupped my face in his hands as he kissed me, his lips moving in sync with mine. He had just slipped his tongue into my mouth when Ron came bursting through the study door.

"Blimey!" he yelled, causing us to spring apart. "You—You two—You were just—Kissing!" He frantically pointed between the two of us as I turned a deep shade of scarlet and Charlie nervously rubbed his neck, eyes glued to the floor.

"Did you need something?" I asked as delicately I could, trying to keep some semblance of professionalism.

"Kissing!" he repeated, still yelling.

"Would you stop that?" Charlie asked, hurrying over to shut the door behind his brother.

"Wait till I tell Harry," Ron mumbled to himself, still wide eyed. "My brother's dating the coolest teacher in Hogwarts."

I couldn't help but laugh, Charlie joining shortly.

"I'm flattered," I managed, collecting myself again.

"Favorite teacher?" Charlie asked with a smirk. "Can't say I'm surprised, quite sprung on her myself."

A smile spread on Ron's face, but he still looked as if he was struggling to process the new information, which he probably was.

"Come, Ron," I urged. "Why don't you join us for tea?"

"Alright," he said gleefully, bumbling over to desk.

[rinsko]

spring cleaned so hard i found my missing airpod < 3

[misericorsalvator]

An Epitaph

Henry didn't know where he was. It was cold, freezing, but that was all he could tell, from the sharp chill that tore through his damp clothes, to the frigid air that felt like icicles in his lungs when he breathed. Even if he was someplace familiar, it would have been impossible to tell through the veil of rime in the air, the thick hoar that coated the ground. But wherever he was, he had to find shelter. soon, before his limbs grew any number that they already were and he lost the three fingers he had left on his right hand to frostbite. It took a good deal of walking, trudging through the snow, before he found something resembling sanctuary. A rocky hovel dug deep into a mountainside he hadn't even noticed was there. The crooked mountaintop loomed far overhead like a wind-swept pine tree, towering over the barren expanse and shielding the small patch of land near the cave's entrance from the worst of the snowfall. It was a narrow fit, the opening more narrow than a coffin, but it opened up into a wide chamber beyond, dark, lit only by the little light reflecting on the snow outside.

Panic stabbed at him suddenly. That chamber felt familiar, though he couldn't recall from where. The rockface of the walls was smooth, man-made, and the stalactites hanging from the domed ceiling above were unnatural, all the same length, jagged and sharpened to fine points. But he had no time to waste on the unnerving interior. The weather outside was getting worse, the wind howling like wolves on a hunt, and soon his shelter would be just as cold and dangerous as the outside. He had to think, find a way to keep the warmth in. Henry returned to the entrance. He twisted around in the narrow space as best he could and began piling up snow with his numb hands, stacking it, pressing it into shape, mouthing breathless curses to himself, until he had built a solid wall halfway up to his neck. It should last. He didn't know for how long, but at least for now, until he could catch his breath. It had to last.

Henry slumped against the wall of the cave. The barrier he had built offered some protection, but he could still feel the cold creeping in, seeping through the gaps and cracks in the snow. A damp chill gnawed at his bones, freezing the air in his lungs. He knew he had to keep moving, to do something, anything, to stay warm and awake. He couldn’t afford to fall asleep. Not here. Not now. But his limbs were leaden and his body creaked in protest with every movement. His teeth chattered as he tried to think, tried to remember where he was and how he had gotten there. The harder he tried, however, the more his thoughts seemed to slip away, like sand through his fingers. Panic clawed at his chest once more as he looked around the cavern. The walls seemed to close in, the smooth stone shimmering with a thin layer of rime frost. The ceiling above with the unnaturally sharp stalactites, loomed over him like a mouth full of fangs. He had to get out.

Henry pushed himself off the wall, his legs shaking beneath him. The snow was piling up faster now, further in through the entrance than the wall he had built, and he frantically began to shovel it away with his hands, trying to clear a path through the narrow gap. He shovelled harder, floundered, grappled til his fingers were too numb to move, but for every tiny hopeful opening he made, more snow took its place, as if the storm outside was determined to bury him alive. The cold was unbearable now, seeping into his very soul. Outside, the wind roared, a feral sound that echoed through the cavern and made the air thick with cold. Each breath now was a knife to the chest, each inhale burning his lungs. The snow crawled closer, blocking the entrance fully, and began to cover the cave floor inch by painful inch, forcing the hunter back step by painful step.

Henry's mind was reeling. He stumbled further into the cave, away from the encroaching cold, the bones of his legs creaking in protest. The deeper he went, the more the walls seemed to close in on him, the smooth rock pressing down, suffocating. The quiet there was unnerving, an oppressive stillness that made him painfully aware of his own laboured breathing and the pounding of his heart. The silence of the grave. For what felt like an hour, he pushed himself forward against the stone walls, cowering under the stalactites which were now low enough to graze the top of his head. No matter how far he went, the snow followed close behind, blocking the way back. Henry's movements grew slower, more sluggish, until he could no longer outrun it, and that white frost began piling up around his boots. He felt the fight leave him, his breathing weakened, his heartbeat slowed.

Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw it—a single snowflake, delicate and perfect, drifting down from the ceiling above. His breath caught in his throat as he watched it fall, impossibly slow, through solid rock. It glowed faintly in the dim light and Henry’s eyes followed its descent, almost hypnotized, until it landed softly on the ground. On something dark, something that wasn’t stone. He crouched down, his stiff knees cracking in protest, and wiped away the snow, his fingers brushing against a cold, unyielding surface.

A hand.

His hand.

His breath caught in his throat. He was looking at himself, at his own lifeless body, crumpled and broken, half-buried in the snow. The wounds were horrific—deep gashes and punctures that were draining the life out of him-- and the realization hit him like a sledgehammer.

This wasn't real.

The snow, the cold, it was all in his head, growing blurry as his brain ran out of oxygen. And the cavern wasn’t just familiar—it was the place he was dying, right now, in the real world. The place where his body was lying, bleeding out into the cold ground, his blood darkening the stone ground.

For a third time, panic surged through him, but it was laced with a deep, bone-weary exhaustion. The wind howled louder, and now Henry could make out voices, battle cries, screeching and yowling in twisted satisfaction. The snow now poured into the cave through the solid ceiling above, burying everything in its path. He wanted to claw his way out, to escape this nightmare, but his limbs wouldn’t respond. The snow was too thick, too heavy, pressing down on him from all sides. As his vision began to blur, the walls of the cave pulsed, breathing with a life of their own, in tandem with his own slowed breaths. The snow continued to fall, endlessly, burying him, until all he could see was white. And then, from the heart of the storm, he saw a figure—a tall, imposing silhouette that moved with unnatural grace, cutting through the blizzard as if it were nothing. Henry tried to focus, but his mind was slipping, the edges of his consciousness fraying like old cloth.

His final thoughts drifted to Bran. A deep guilt welled up inside him. He wouldn’t make it home for Christmas this year. He wouldn’t see his boy’s face light up when he opened his presents, wouldn’t hear his laughter echoing through the house. Regret gnawed at him, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. In his last moments, as the darkness closed in, Henry barely registered the sharp pain in his chest—a bite, cold and searing, as if winter itself had latched onto his heart, and his eyes froze over with unshed tears until the world faded and he breathed his last.

In a long-forgotten catacomb in Wales, as the last drop of Henry's blood soaked into the humid ground, something ancient stirred. Beneath the layers of earth and stone, within the crypt that had long been forgotten, a pair of eyes snapped open. After centuries of entombment, something awoke. The blood of the dying hunter seeped into its consciousness, filling it with the remnants of Henry's life, his memories, his regrets. And once the blood had ran dry, the ancient knight rose from his tomb, his eyes burning with a cold, unholy fire.

He tore through the killers, the blood-thirsty beasts who had chased their prey to the ancient tomb, splattering the walls with their undead blood that burnt to ash, until none were left. Then, he looked down at the broken body of the hunter who had unwittingly become his saviour. With a grim sense of purpose, the knight knelt beside Henry’s lifeless form. He whispered words in a dialect long dead, a prayer, perhaps, or a vow. Then, with a reverence reserved for fallen comrades, the knight lifted the hunter’s body and carried him deeper into the crypt, where heroes were once laid to rest, where the knight's own tomb stood, broken apart from within. The hunter was gone, his spirit entwined with the ancient knight’s own, but his legacy would live on, honoured by one of the very creatures he had once sought to destroy.

The knight sealed the tomb with a final, solemn gesture, then left the catacombs behind and stepped out into the warm summer night, into a world which had long outlived him.

[moinsbienquekaworu]

But what about... The OC......

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

HIHIHI ARI!!! MY LITTLE SWEET IRIS MY DEAR BELOVED!!!! DID U SLEEP WELL? how is the gojo fluff coming along? are the words working with you? (they better be smh!!!) anyway anyway i am here to thank u for ur words. sleepy sugu swims in my head and everytime he speaks it's just your words that are coming out idk u guys are kind of One in my head i think... YOUR WORDS MEAN THE WORLD TO ME I AM HOLDING THEM IN MY PALM N I AM NUZZLING AGAINST THEM OK!

btw i was thinking whether he'd say please in the end too or not... bc i think he wouldn't wanna come off as too bossy? but then i decided to not put it in bc i think his tone would already indicate that. a very very silent plea....

and hahshshahaha i'm glad u liked the silly little poetry lines too that made me feel so warm WAHHHHHHHHHH okeoke i'm giving u a big hug and a wet fucking smooch on ur forehead MWAHHHH thank u for existing my love<3333333333333 i hope ur day will go sunnily that is not a word but i am making it into one rn the sun will warm u always always always

- @catchuuu

MICKEYYYY MY ANGEL MY LITTLE SUNFLOWER SEED good morning to u too !!!! <333 i slept like a fucking log LMAO i had to drag myself out of bed.. almost fell asleep on my way out …….. i think i had a scary dream but it was fine i snoozed a bunch I HOPE YOUR SLEEP WAS JUST AS SOFT <333

and wahhh thank YOU sm for writing it 🥺🥺🥺 AND FOR THE TAG I ALMOST EXPLODED WHEN I SAW IT IN MY NOTIFS mickey!sugu is such a gift i love him sm :(((( pls kiss his little head for me.

“u guys are kind of One in my head i think” I’M SO HONOURED?????? it’s crazy that u say that too bc i 100% associate soft sleepy satoru with u 😭😭 i’m writing the fic rn and i’m just constantly going… ohhh mickey might like this line….. i wonder if i can make mickey cry if i make toru cute enough………. this part is very mickeycoded…………… PHDJSP u get what i mean. the duo is duoing <3333

AND AND AND!! that’s such a good question tbh….. i agree with u i think that under normal circumstances sugu would say please bc he is in fact a big ol people pleaser smh BUT…. when he’s so sleepy and unguarded i think it would just kinda slip out :((( it’s desperate in a way!! he just needs to feel u. he’d explode if u stopped. :((((

i think that when you get down to it sugu is a bit of a brat tbh.. he’s similar to satoru he just hides it better. but i think he’s such a sweet whiny little clingy brat when he truly trusts u <3333 when you guys have been dating for a while he’s flopping down on you like a big dog and asking so sweetly if u could play with his hair pls 🥺🥺…. if you tease him or decline he starts demanding it though PHDJDBD … “i do so much for this family and you can’t even spare a minute out of your day to appreciate me” IT WAS NEVER THAT SERIOUS SUGU ??? I WAS JUST JOKING ??????? he’s the silliest man alive… (the “family” in question is u + ur three cats btw <33 he’s a cat dad. it’s canon.)

[redflannelsheets]

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[stormyoceans]

https://x.com/BLUPDATE2022/status/1813154105747251501

ARE THOSE THE ACTORS OF LI CHENG FROM HISTORY 4 AND RJ FROM MY TOOTH YOUR LOVE???????? [LOOKS IT UP ON MDL] HOLY SHIT THEY ARE

well let me tell you. i did NOT have this pair on my 2024 bingo card but this actually looks pretty interesting!!!!!!! the story doesn't seem to be the most original one, however the trailer is nice and both pairings seem to have very good chemistry (which isn't really surprising tbh). i do have some small reservations about it, mostly because while you can always count on taiwanese BLs to deliver great chemistry, they're not as good when it comes to storytelling imho, so it's unfortunately not the first time i ended up putting one on hold (and then.. never going back to it ;;;;;;;), but im definitely giving this a chance and hopefully it will turn out to be good!!!!!

TO THE WATCH LIST IT GOES!!!!!!!!!!!

[indigopoptart]

debating uploading some of my old music projects here 🕺