#I kinda overdid it with the tags sorry

[vicontheinternet]

to be fair torys a teenager who was taking care of her family alone while bring taken advantage of by the adults around her while jonhnys was an old deadbeat drunk who lived in the past until a season and a half ago

I like her way more than I like Johnny. Also to clarify I’m not comparing her and Johnny to each other literally I don’t like the adults in the show whatsoever they are useless besides maybe chozen. I was just comparing my dislike for how the narrative treats the accountability and redemption of Tory ig to others with Johnny. i don’t know if I’m explaining it right.

[darcymariaphoster]

Welcome! New Year, New Pin!

Idk how you found this space, but you're more than welcome to stay! 💕 I've somehow turned into a Hetalia/Nordic Hetalia blog, so I thought I'd better change up my pin to better reflect that.

Quick notes: I really only tag things to either gush about whatever I'm reblogging or because I believe that one day it will actually work as a functioning system that I can use to reference. So my tagging system is mostly useless to you. I rarely reblog or post anything nsfw and I haven't quite found a personal tag that will work for that, so sorry if you stumble into one of those posts.

This is a "please interact" blog! More details below! ⬇

I am an author! I have been writing fanfiction since I was 13 and I still have a lot to learn and improve upon. You can find my writing here. My top 5 fave fics that I've written this last year are (in no particular order):

Your Guardian Ghosts

Anything Goes

Finding You

I Asked for Coffee and Got You

Phantom Hearts

Ships: I am, at my core, a SuFin and DenNor shipper. However, I have also become an avid NorFin shipper, along with SuNor, SuDen, and DenFin. I have also been introduced to RomNor and ScotNor, and the people involved know that they are in the process of converting me to those ships. I'm pretty sure Iceland is aro/ace in my head because I really just don't love shipping him with anyone. (I don't hate HongIce, I just don't personally go out of my way to ship it. 🤷 Ice is just a solitary creature to me.)

This year (2023): My intention is to slow down on how many stories I write in one year. I kinda overdid it this last year, and I got burn out a couple of times. My focuses for this year are to wrap up my two almost finished wips and continue progress on my longer wip. I also have a new series I started, based off an AU I wrote in 2021 that I look forward to sharing with you! Other goals I have are to write a few more character studies and maybe expand on some of the pairings I have been exposed to, and really challenge my writing skills. There are some aspects that I feel like I've left behind recently that I'd like to bring back and hone better.

Bonus: I've decided to open my askbox this year for 1k story prompts, headcanons, refs, and some get-to-know-me's. If you have questions about my writing, writing processes, or other things about me that I haven't answered before, send them in. I'd also like to work more with 1k sprints to challenge my writing, so please send me a prompt and a pair/writing request at your leisure. I usually only write human AUs, so if you'd like any headcanons, give me a character and I'll see what I can come up with. (All of my country-verse headcanons, I feel like, are meh but I'm willing to give it a go if you want some of that, too! After all, I have done a few of them in the past.) If you want blog/artist/fic recs, lemme know!

If you made it this far, thank you for reading! And please enjoy your stay! [And don't forget that spam-liking/reblogging is not only appreciated but encouraged here!]

[songmingisthighs]

SO HOOKED IS FINISHED !!!

I would like to thank everyone who read it and had shown me support throughout everything

can you believe it's been EXACTLY 150 days ???

during everything, you guys had been soooooo supportive be it through the comments on the posts or through my askbox.

when I first started the smau series, I never thought I would get this far. It was literally the first ever series I wrote and I honestly didn't expect much from it. but you all seemed to love it and I am beyond grateful.

truthfully, I planned on ending the series in chapter 30, but I kinda overdid things lol and I was afraid that what I wrote would get boring or nonsensical (though I do get some criticism but not the good kind from some of y'all) and I had even considered discontinuing the series whilst I was in my hiatus. but I'm so glad I didn't and I'm BEYOND grateful that even though I disappeared for 2 months, some of y'all still stuck by and still gave me love and support that I believe I don't deserve. not only that, but I also gained new supports even as the end approach.

I would like to thank everyone in my taglist

@raysanshine @peachy-maia @paralumanniluna @90s-belladonna @theclawofaraven @sanraes @sungiehearts @nycol-ie @superstarw99 @skkrtnawrskkrt @viv-atiny @the7thcrow @stfu-xeena @laurademaury @multihoe-net @daisyhwa @scoupshushushu @simplewonderland @verycooldog2 @perfectlysane24 @hannahdinse8 @aka-minhyuk-kun @phebeedee @yunhorights @peachyho @marsophilia @donghyuckanti27 @se-onghwa @taejichafe @alliecoady98 @rdiamond2727 @hakuna-matata-ya @ohmy-fandoms @stray-bi-kids @fashi0nablee @rindomo @violetwinters @nabihwa @linhyyboo12 @mirror-juliet @bestboiericsohn @hwahwaseong @kpop-khh-writer-trash @teti-menchon0604 @malewife-supremacy @eternalssanshine @shyfear @theaufanartist, those I can't tag @felix-kithes @tannie13 @ateezminonspace @jaywhyypee and those who aren't on the taglist but had been supporting me and following this story no matter what.

for sticking by me from the beginning (or from whichever point you joined lol), through thick (ass) and thin (wallet), you guys inspired and pushed me to keep writing.

especially @multihoe-net who helped me along the line and @paralumanniluna who is now my bestie and constant support be it irl or when I'm writing.

and I'm sorry to those I've forgotten to tag, BELIVE ME that it wasn't intentional, but I'm just stupid :")

this isn't really goodbye since I have 4 bonus chapters left and there WILL be a new smau.

so I hope y'all won't forget me and wait for my upcoming smau.

if I could, I wouldn't end this but everything must come to an end I guess :")

see you guys in the next smau !!

- with love, smt 💕💕

[indiumrubber]

apologies for my extended absence on here today. Over the past few weeks I’ve been making a real effort to interact with people on here in a way that I don’t normally, and I kinda think I exhausted myself socially, and had very little mental energy, so it was easy to slip into a very vicious way of thinking. I mean, it kinda sounds silly, but it makes sense to me, and being able to spot it and take actions against it is - I think - a pretty big thing, so I’m glad, just from the point it’s kinda a learning experience for me.

So yeah, I just took a day off to relax and recuperate. I saw a couple of people had ask posts, and I would’ve liked to have sent you stuff, but I just needed to chill. But yeah, that’s my brain, I guess.

Love to you all, and goodnight!

[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

The kids pt 2

BB: we're back all you weirdos that enjoy senpai's blog! Here again to show you the kiddos with this convoluted lore dump of post Chaldea life for senpai and his family!

Mari: please, stop talking in such a stupid way...

BB, ignoring her: a lots happen since the last time we did this! We even learned where lovely lil Maria's name came from. And daaaaww, wasn't that a sweet story?

Ed: BB, can we please get started? Sis is eyeing that water bottle and I'm afraid of what she'll do with it and our computer if you don't hurry.

BB: fine fine! Dang Mari you are just no fun huh? Anyways, just like before we're discussing the others who got a second chance at life and how they're viewed through the eyes of these two! So who first? How about, my lil darlings! The first 3 members of the Sakura 5!

Mari: why only the first 3?

BB: spoilers!

Mari: stupid. Well we've seen that Melt became a famous ice skating performer. We don't see her much but the few times we do it's pretty nice.

Ed: sometimes she acts like a big shot celebrity out in the open, but she seems more humble around us.

BB: yeah, that's melty for ya. I gave her a good amount of tsun! Have you seen the picture of her before this tho?

Mari: yeah... pretty weird. Why did you give her huge blades for legs and no hands?

BB: I guess it's just a part of my twisted lil personality!

Ed: and you wonder why Mom wants you gone from our computers.

Mari: and Lip seems happy, she's found love with someone, and her partner seems to truly love her. So that's nice.

Ed: and she's changed even more from before. No huge metal claws and a slimmer body.

Mari: again, wtf BB?

BB: pls stop asking me questions.

Ed: and Protea is also happily in a more normal body then before. But for her it was just too big.

Mari: she still acts like a Kaiju sometimes.

BB: yes, those three are in such happy lives. As their mother I'm so happy for them.

Mari: stop lying or I'm pouring root beer all over the computer.

BB: do not! Moving devices is a pain in the ass!

BB: *sigh* anyways, whose next? Hmmm... what about lil miss Gorgon?

Mari: we don't see her much, the only times we do she's forcefully dragged by mom and her friends.

Ed: and she's always hiding her face and such. She has self esteem issues for some reason.

BB: yeah, and those reasons are called "Stheno" and "Euryale"

Mari: such shitty sisters. Where do they get off messing with 'Dusa about her height?

BB: who knows?

Ed: she isn't even that tall... mom's taller and she's never self conscious.

BB: have you not heard the heaps of praise your father gives her about that?! It's so much I get sick hearing it!

Mari: oh be quiet! What I wouldn't give to have such a beautiful relationship!

Ed: woah! This is the first time hearing you say something like that!

Mari: ...well yeah... when I was young I kinda did that silly kid thing of being grossed out by their affection. It was so much I honestly thought they overdid it in front of us just to mess with us. But growing up... and seeing them still like that and the old videos from Chaldea and how everyone else talks about them... that's real genuine love! I hope one day to find a partner like that.

Ed: yeah, I'm so happy we were born into a genuinely loving family! Sometimes I hear stories of kids born because their parents thought it'd save their relatives, when they should've gone to therapy or something instead!

BB: this conversations nice and all but can we get back on topic? It's almost time for you to walk the lil mutts.

Mari: right... now who?

BB: well speaking of mutts, what about that lil dog Lobo?

Ed: lil!? He's huge! Biggest wolf I've ever seen!

Mari: and they said he was bigger back in chaldea too! Like holy crap!

BB: yeah, he got huge.

Mari: now he's at this wolf sanctuary and seems to be fine with humans now.

Ed: yeah, and he's found a nice mate again. White just like La Blanca!

Mari: you think he used his grail wish to be reunited with her? And she's the same wolf?

BB: why wouldn't that be cute? Anyways, let's do one last servant. Hmmm... actually! Why don't you talk about your dear 'ol mother?

Mari: mom? OK, I guess technically that'd fit.

Ed: well after she reincarnated she became a famous luchadora! She was an unstoppable force in the ring!

Mari: yeah, she was unbeatable! Never suffering a single defeat for her whole career!

BB: buuuuut! She retired! Care to say why?

Ed: well... after she became pregnant with us... she had to leave the ring.

Mari: and... the responsibility of taking care of us didn't allow for time to return to fighting... so she hasn't come back since.

BB: yeah, that's the thing about childcare, it can get in the way of other things.

???: BB, you better not be messing with the children!

Mari: oh hey mom!

Ed: what's going on?

Quetz: it's time to walk the dogs, come on your father's already outside!

Mari: crap! Sorry!

Ed: we're going now!

After the kids went out, Quetz had more words for the ai.

Quetz: you just can't help but try to mess around huh?!

BB: all I did was tell the truth! Can't control their reactions!

Quetz: do this again and I'm burning every device you've been in! I don't care if we lose some data, you're gone if you go too far!

BB: fine! Don't need to take it that far!

Quetz: this is you were dealing with here

Rex, from outside: mi corazon! Come on!

Quetz: coming!

Quetz then goes outside to join the family

A/N: more of the kiddos. Along with what Quetz got up to in between this and Chaldea. BB can get a bit too Mischievous at times.

Tags

@hasereshdoneanythingwrong @hasishtardoneanythingwrong @haspaulbunyandoneanythingwrong @haskamadoneanythingwrong @hasbbdoneanythingwrong @hasnightingaledoneanythingwrong @hasabbydoneanythingwrong @hasspartacusdoneanythingwrong @nureenarts @kierakaz @valiantstrawberrymilk

[minerva-sama]

In school and get into a fight about something in the middle of the hallway. A school official breaks them up, and forces them to either sit together at a small table during lunch, or get suspended. Cue the “rivals” arguing about who’s fault it was and the repercussions.

I saw this and thought of Mira and Erza, I do feel bad that you’ve already written them though. Sorry 👊 it’s just too perfect, please and thank you tho 💗

Ok so I was thinking back on my Erzajane request and the like repercussions of them getting detention but make it angst kinda?¿ like Erza’s dad would be mad even maybe physically abusive because he was an absolute DICK in the show and her mom I would say is either neglectful or very emotionally abusive like verbally. And then mira since she’s in detention she won’t be home to cook or watch over her siblings cause they have no parents. You don’t have to do this you may already have it outlined or something but this was just an idea because I love that in the beginning of the series they were two angsty teenagers who didn’t know what they were doing and couldn’t understand their own feelings so they took their anger out on each other. Omg this is really long my bad but I thought it was cool sorry

i took the addition to your original request, though it isn’t the main of the fic, but i thought it could be nice! i didn’t want to make that fic too angsty and preferred to keep it somewhat light, hence why the tags only include “implied abuse”. and well, i will probably never write abusive mum irene in an au, and especially not one where magic isn’t a thing (because there’s literally no reason for her to be). ANYWAY!

i got carried away, overdid and wrote virtually 8k words for it! i hope you like it, because it was a lot of fun for me to write it!

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[7tsumurai]

hi miss rei I just wanted to say I’m absolutely living for your gojou screaming in tags and to please do not hold back (& i-if mayhaps you’ll make a ko-fi or something similar that we could support you through?) (〃∀〃)ゞ♡ -bakatenshii

Wait hold on a sec... IS THIS ANGEL!??!? HNNEHRØWJRJRHWJJWQ OH MY GOOOODJO!

Hi bby hiii🌸 I am glad u also like to brain rotting over this cocky man with a god complex \(♡^♡)/ Honestly I kinda overdid... i mean i posted... A LOT! I'm sorry guys :")

Uuh about the ko-fi I don't have one yet. But you're so kind <3 Thanks for thinking about supporting me in different ways! Once I make one I'll make sure to put the link to my description.

I LOVE YOUUU💖 I love your works🔥 I am flattered thanks for your sweet ask (I'm literally blushing rn hhejwnjsj ahhhsxwhjsqxø��💕)

[kai-keda]

Thoughts on DBS: Broly after seeing it in theaters, taking a break from Dragon Ball all together for a long while there and then returning:

Yeah I watched Return of Cooler and Wrath of the Dragon with my sister before we watched DBS: Broly all in the same night back to back to back and I can successfully say the hype train for DBS: Broly for me is FINALLY done because I was FINALLY able to point out things I didn’t like.

Especially after coming right out of watching those two movies from Z that same night as well as watching a few episodes of the original Dragon Ball series with her a few nights prior, Goku seemed so very out of character. I was actually getting upset at him and was reminded of why I left the DB fandom in the first place.

(I’m really really sorry but I can’t put a read more here cause mobile on iOS is STUPID and I didn’t expect to throw up so many opinions and words ahhhh I’ll tag it with ‘long post’ though so I hope that’s okay)

Dragon Ball Super Goku is not in character. And the movie version highlights this weird luke-warm attempt, for me. Like the writers were trying but what they ended up coming out with was a weird watered down version of the IDEA of who Goku is supposed to represent in the modern understandings of his character rather than any actual attempt to get his character consistent with everything that came before BoG.

It was as if the writers involved (including Toriyama) just took each other’s word for it as far as who Goku is. So we come out with this “child-like wonder that never grows up.” character instead of the mature result of a completed coming-of-age story.

And yeah sorry everyone but after watching and geeking out at the animation in the previously mentioned Z movies (especially the storyboarding and camera movements for Wrath of the Dragon) just an hour or so prior to watching the fight with Broly, I have to say that said fight in the latest movie was all about trying to be as flashy and fancy as possible (including this weird but admittedly ballsy attempt to go with a Broly POV akin to an FPS for a short period of time) without actually putting any care in the world to making it easy to follow and understand as an audience member.

The art style is nice, but nothing in the animation really stood out to me as especially impressive without flashy effects being involved.

In fact, there were quite a few scenes where I felt like they overdid it on the amount frames it took to get from pose A to pose B and I just. didn’t. like. it.

And look, hot take, the scene where Goku’s trying to convince Vegeta to fuse with him - when I first saw it in theaters I was sure that I agreed with everyone that the animator involved could do no wrong and that the art style shift was necessary to the animation style.

But the reality is - it just wasn’t. As far as the movement was concerned, none of the characters in that particular scene did any movement that was especially exciting to me or even that different from the rest of the film. It was all pretty basic to Dragon Ball Super: Broly to me. They just were off-model. I’m sorry.

I know this community worships the ground that animator works on but I just didn’t see anything especially exciting. My sister can attest to this - while we were watching Return of Cooler and Wrath of the Dragon I was geeking out. With the former, it was the use of anticipation and settling while with the later it was the storyboarding. Like when Vegeta fights Hirudegarn there’s a sequence where the camera stays on Vegeta as he moves around the beast before it eventually zooms in on him and ahhhhhhhhhhh it’s so nice just thinking about it.

That sequence that I’m referencing is the kind of storyboarding style that I whole-heartedly believe Toei was trying to go for the ENTIRE fight in DBS:B but it was just too much too fast. I’m not saying it was impossible to follow but anyone who says the other previously mentioned films had fights with storyboarding on par or even worse than the fight in question either doesn’t know what they’re talking about or is straight up lying.

And I’m gonna say it - I’m gonna say it - STOP ZOOMING IN ON EYES AND MOUTHS SO DAMN MUCH HOLY SHIT IT JUST KEPT HAPPENING CAN YOU LITERALLY DO ANYTHING ELSE IN YOUR STORYBOARD?!?! Things like that are supposed to be a novelty used either to make the audience member uncomfortable or laugh depending on the overall tone of the scene but when you do it over and over and over and over again it loses the rarity that gives it that effect and it just becomes annoying.

I tried keeping my mouth shut over it the first couple times but by the fifth or sixth time it happened I just - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH it ticked me off, man. Like - ticked off the animation part of my mind the way Goku’s character writing ticked off the analysis part of my mind.

It was annoying af.

Okay but back to the writing.

I loved everything that came before the time jump to “modern day” (for lack of a better phrase coming to mind) despite what others might say.

I’ve heard, understand and respect all the criticisms of Minus and even the added parts with little Broly and Paragus, but I just can’t bring myself to be bothered by those things. I don’t necessarily disagree with the more widely accepted complaints but that doesn’t mean I agree with them, either.

I see both sides of this so I guess you could say I’m neutral? But at the same token I do REALLY enjoy it all so I can’t bring myself to think of myself as entirely neutral on the subject, either.

Vegeta and Raditz being as tiny as they were made sense but also kinda weirded me out though, not entirely sure why.

Anyways, I think that’s pretty much all I wanted to say.

Feel free to send me asks and stuff about my thoughts on this. I’m not letting myself get angry over it anymore.

I just enjoy sharing my thoughts on these types of things and apprently Dragon Ball is the only series to REALLY inspire this deep kind of analysis while everything else I’ve attempted to write up in this style just kind falls flat.

Not entirely sure why that is but maybe that’s a set of musings for another day.

I’m Kairi Yajuu and I can’t speak or read Japanese.

[petertingle-yipyip]

Where Happiness Begins - Peter Parker

Chapter Four : Only Human

//WHB Masterlist//

 //Series Inspo: @cxptain-capsicle @stuckonspidey // Series Tags: @writingsbychlo @rosegoldhome @peterparker-glee-other @chubsluda @mc225g @olliekookie @fandom-princess-forevermore //

Word Count: 4,405

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: Once the adrenaline of the fight wears off and all settles, Y/N ends up showing Peter she’s only human after all. Pushing through broken bones and bruises, she makes a not-so-shocking discovery about her relationship with Petey.

You felt the deep pressure in your head subside as you hear three familiar voices, two male and one automated female. Your seated in the jet, eyes still closed tightly. You felt physically horrible, the worst pain of your life to date. It seemed like even though you were leaving the airport, every scene was playing back in your mind. Every punch. Every hit. Every stupid remark Peter made.

“Peter!” You said quickly, forcing your eyes to open and pushing yourself to sit a bit straighter. Which was a mistake of its own.

“He’s okay.” You heard Happy say gently. “Y/N, he’s alright.”

“Where is he?” You asked anxiously.

“He’s a few rows down. Now will you calm down?” Happy sighed. “Wanna know the damage or should I let Pepper tell you?”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. ran a scan already?”

“Scan was running before you even got in the car. Tony had it done so you could get some care as soon as you were lucid.”

“I can feel the concussion already so what else do I have to explain to Mom?”

Happy chuckled. “Report was already sent back to Pepper. She’s getting your pain meds and said they’ll be ready for when you get home. But the concussion, yeah. Fractured radius, cracked ribs, and a sprained ankle.”

“So what, crutches and a wrist brace? Not too bad.” You tried to shrug, the pain immediately stopping you. “Okay, the ribs might be an issue.”

“Here’s a brace for your wrist and one for your ankle. As far as your ribs go, the best we can do right now is just a compressive wrap that’ll hopefully add a little padding and cushion.”

“Alright, sounds good.” You reach out and take the supplies from him.

“You gonna do it yourself?” He asked in shock.

“Well I’m not having you do it.” You laughed weakly. “No, I’ll have Peter help me. Thanks, Happy.”

“Anytime, Y/N/N. You gonna be alright to talk to May when we drop him off?” He asked as you gingerly stood on your feet.

“Yeah, I should be. If she asks, I’ll just say I was training with Natasha and overdid it.” You tilted your head instead of trying to casually shrug it off. “You really don’t need to worry, Hap. Everything’s fine.”

“Your dad always says the same thing, that everything is fine. But you and I both know what that means.” He commented as you made your way to Peter.

You didn’t want to pay too much thought to what Happy had said but he was right. Your dad always insisted everything was fine, even when it wasn’t. You figured that’s where you got it from, but that also meant you and him said everything was fine. Especially when it wasn’t. You tried to put it out of your head when you came up on the row Peter was sitting.

“Hey, Peter.” You smiled slightly as you limped down the aisle. You sat across from Peter, carefully avoiding your tender ribcage. You stayed on the edge of the seat, keeping your weight in one of your heels to keep your ribs from touching anything at all. “How are you feeling?”

“Don’t worry about me.” He shook his head with a soft smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Honestly?” You took a deep breath, instantly regretting it. You knew you couldn’t lie to Peter. Maybe it was the way he was looking at you, or the concern that dripped from his words. You wanted to say ‘Everything’s fine’ but it just felt wrong to lie to Peter. “I’m hurting. Cracked ribs, sprained ankle, fractured radius, mild concussion. Not counting the random bruises.”

“Woah.” He said quietly, his mouth hanging open slightly. “And you don’t just want to go and sleep? Aren’t you exhausted?”

“Completely.” You nodded. “But, all in a day’s work, I guess. Actually, I was hoping you could help me with my wraps? I won’t be able to get the wrist splint and ankle wrap tight enough. And there’s no way I can wrap my ribs alone. And I’m not gonna ask Happy to do it so if you don’t mind…”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you need.” He nodded, his eyes soft with concern.

Peter took the supplies from your outstretched hands before dropping his eyes. You slowly reached for the bottom of your shirt, painfully pulling it over your head. You sucked in air through your clenched jaw, trying not to exclaim in pain. You dropped your shirt on the seat next to you, sharp pains shooting up your arm and through your upper body.

“Okay, I’m ready.” You said finally. You pushed yourself to stand, leaning on one foot more than the other. You carefully lifted your arms high enough so Peter could wrap the entirety of your ribs without obstruction, but even that small stretch of your torso made you feel like your body was made of paper and someone was tearing small pieces off.

Peter brought his eyes up and felt the heat blossoming out of his chest and up his neck. Your back was facing him at the moment, but he couldn’t stop his eyes from tracing your figure. Bruises littered your spine, dotting each pair of ribs. He could see welts on your shoulder blades and the swelling of your wrist. He was frozen in place. He could hear your shallow, pained breathing and he could’ve sworn he could feel the pain you were in. He hadn’t even registered that you had turned to face him. Your voice was the only thing that refocused him.

“Earth to Petey.” You chuckled, waving a hand in front of his face. You could see him come back to you and he shook his head quickly, muttering apologies as he securely wrapped your ribcage. You felt his knuckles graze your skin as he walked in circles around you, even though you told it’d be easier if he just stood and used his arms to reach around you.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I mean, more than you already are.” He reasoned.

“I appreciate the thought but standing on this ankle isn’t fun either.” You replied lightheartedly.

Every brush of his fingers made your burning skin feel cold. It was as if he was made of ice, and every touch sent a cooling sensation along whatever nerves it could reach. You winced every now and then when Peter tugged the extra wrap a bit too hard, causing him to apologize more. “It’s not you, Peter. Cracked ribs make everything unbearable. Keep going.” You had to tell him. Once he finished, he helped you into your seat again and knelt to wrap your ankle.

“How’d to manage this one?” He asked, trying to make light conversation.

“I think it’s from when Barnes grabbed me by my ankle. I was trying to head over to you, but he snatched me right out of the air and threw me like a rag doll. Same thing brought the concussion, in case you were wondering.”

“I’m guessing the ribs came from the falling cars then.” He smiled up at you, carefully placing your wrapped ankle on the ground. He shuffled over on his knees, taking your hand in his.

You watched his fingers, carefully avoiding the swollen lump on your wrist. The fracture was in an awkward spot. It was just above the small bones of your wrist, but not high enough to require a full cast. Peter’s nimble fingers closed your hand and turned it so your palm was facing up. He slid the split onto your hand before securing the straps. He gave your fingers a gentle squeeze before sitting back and looking up at you.

“Falling...?” You sat in confusion before the memory of helping your dad with the falling cars flashed in your mind. “Right! Yeah, Wanda was launching cars from the parking deck at my dad. A couple caught me from behind and cracked every rib in the middle of the costal groove. Not to mention the constellation of bruises on my back.”

“So, how’d you fracture your radius?” He tapped your dangling fingers with the back of his hand.

“I think uh-” You began, suddenly forgetting how the injury came about. “Maybe it was when I was holding up the passenger bridge. My arm must’ve already taken a hit earlier and the pressure was too much, so it snapped.”

“You broke your arm trying to help me?” He said in gentle realization.

“Yeah, I’d do anything to help you.�� You said, almost automatically.

He chuckled nervously, his cheeks flushing a light pink. “I still feel bad.” He said with a small smile. “I’m real sorry, you know.”

“Don’t be.” You waved your hand. “I would do it again if it meant you were okay.”

“Seriously?” His eyes went wide.

“Seriously.” You confirmed with a nod. “Pete, have you looked in the mirror since the fight?”

“No, why?” His eyebrows scrunched.

“You have a black eye.” You said as if it was obvious. “Either from Steve smacking you with the shield or when Lang took you out mid-swing. Which I tried to warn you about, by the way.”

“Jeez, I didn’t even notice.” He said in shock, now using his phone as a mirror.

“Well, look at you. Spidey hangs with the big boys and comes back with a shiner.” You teased.

“Why do you call me that?”

“Call you what?”

“Spidey.”

You tilted your head to replace the shrug you would’ve done. “Well, calling you Spiderman is a mouthful when you’re in the middle of a fight. I didn’t wanna call you Peter cause then everyone would’ve heard and known who you were. And I know that your identity is important to you and you’d like to keep it a secret. So I just kinda went with Spidey… Is that okay?”

“Yeah.” He grinned. “It’s perfectly fine. I kinda like it, actually.”

“Good.” You smiled back. “Cause otherwise this could’ve been very awkward.”

“You also called me Petey a few minutes ago.” He said slowly. “What’s that about?”

“Just a cute nickname. I call you Peter all the time and I’m sure Pete is played out. I thought I’d add something new is all.” You said simply. “I don’t know, I like it.”

“What am I gonna call you then?” He joked with a playful smile.

It was in that expression that you realized something. You and Peter were so much alike, more so than you had initially realized. You knew you and Peter had a connection. Anyone with eyeballs could see that much. But exactly how alike you were, that was unprecedented, even from what you had known before even meeting Peter. You knew he was smart, kind of quiet but kind, funny when he wanted to be, and all around good to get along with. Liz had gotten his personality dead on with that, which led you to wondering what the relationship really was like between him and Liz. But despite that random thought, you started to wonder if you liked Peter.

You paused for a moment. “Y/N/N.” You said with finality.

“Y/N/N?”

“My dad started calling me that a few years ago. It’s mainly reserved for family but I kinda like the way it sounds when you say it.” You winked. “I think that’s fair, don’t you?”

“The real question is if we can call each other that in public?” He tilted his head to add emphasis to his question.

“Ah, now we’re in a pickle. My dad might not be the biggest fan of you calling me Y/N/N. Not yet at least.”

“Yet?” His eyes went wide. “Does this mean I’m an Avenger?”

“Not at all.” You laughed. “But it does mean that I want you to stick around. You make me laugh. I like that about you.”

“So I can call you Y/N/N, just not in front of Mr. Stark.” He confirmed, not wanting to acknowledge the blush that lit up his cheeks. “You can call me Petey whenever. It doesn’t bother me.”

“Even in front of your friends?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Maybe not in front of Flash.” He shook his head with a nervous chuckle. “He gives me enough shit as is.”

“A bully?” You asked carefully, to which he hesitantly nodded, seemingly embarrassed of the fact that he had a bully. “Jeez, how lame is this kid that he has to bully you? What kind of crap does he pull?”

“He’s just annoying.” Peter tried to play it off. “He calls me Penis Parker all the time. Tries to make fun of me for not having a girlfriend and stuff like that. It’s really not a big deal.”

“Maybe he’s scared your dick will be bigger than his. He thinks if he jokes about it, it’ll make him feel better.” You joked casually, momentarily forgetting who you were talking to. Peter didn’t seem like the kid you could joke like that around so you paused, weighing his response. To your surprise he laughed. And he laughed hard.

“I never thought about that.” He managed through his laughter. “That’s probably it.”

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend, Petey?” You asked, genuinely curious. Peter seemed like absolute boyfriend material. How could he be single? “In the few times we’ve talked and spent time together, I’ve enjoyed it more than I’ve probably enjoyed hanging out with anyone.”

“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” He countered, attempting a playful tone but only giving off nervousness. It was almost as if he was afraid you’d say you did have a boyfriend. But Peter didn’t like you like that. At least, Peter didn’t think he did. But to his credit, he hadn’t brought himself to figure that part out yet. “You’re really great, Y/N/N.”

“Thanks.” You smiled softly. “I don’t know, I guess no one is brave enough to shoot their shot on Iron Man’s daughter. It can be kind of intimidating, I guess.”

“You don’t intimidate me.” He said softly.

“Well, I would hope not.” You chuckled. “You know, I like you. I’m glad we met.”

“Yeah, me too.” More than he cared to admit. More than he really could admit.

Peter knew that neither of you really knew each other. He knew the persona you presented the media. The genius, billionaire, flirty, philanthropist. You were just like your dad, and while he loved and admired that side of you, he somehow knew there was something more to you. Talking to you in the few days he could, he saw a different Y/N peaking through. A vulnerable, teenage Y/N. He saw a different light in your eyes, a different glee to your smiles, more heart to your laugh. He couldn’t help but hope that he was the reason for this brighter personality you were showing to him.

Feeling rather uncomfortable in the jet’s seats, you awkwardly managed to get yourself down to the floor. Ignoring Peter’s questions and protests, you scooted next to him. You leaned against him, keeping your arm between your ribs and his body. Your head rested neatly on his shoulder and Peter carefully folded his hands in his lap.

“Uh, Y/N?” Peter said carefully. You were already losing yourself to sleep so you mumbled a ‘Yes, Petey?’ that only he would be able to understand. He cleared his throat and tapped your hand gently. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to sleep. My body’s exhausted.” You yawned, shifting slightly and snuggling closer to him. You knew you shouldn’t be that close to Peter. The only logical part of your brain was telling you to go into the chair, recline it, and fall asleep there. A different part was telling you not to sleep with a concussion. But the loudest part was telling you that Peter was the best pillow option at the moment and he was nice and warm. “So as much as I like hearing your voice, please be quiet.”

“You like my voice?” He asked, a hint of pride lacing his amused tone. He wondered how much of this you would remember when you were well-rested. “Maybe you shouldn’t sleep with a concussion?”

“Too late.” You murmured, letting that last syllable slip before falling asleep fully.

Peter was tempted to sleep on the flight home. He wanted to gently lay you down and just lay beside you, but he liked the feeling of your head on his shoulder. The sound of your steady breathing seemed to calm his own nerves. You shifted often and he assumed it was because it was uncomfortable on your ribs. Acting on nothing but a hunch, he carefully unzipped his hoodie and bunched it up. He used it as a pillow for your ribs as he gently laid you in his lap.

Peter was in complete awe of your gentle beauty. He always thought you were pretty, even before he met you. You were a Stark, for crying out loud! Any boy your age that didn’t have a crush on you was insane. But seeing you sleeping, a small smile on your lips, curled up in Peter’s lap. It made his heart soar.

When Happy came to tell you two you were landing, he stopped dead in his tracks. He looked to Peter for an explanation, but the best Peter could offer was a cheeky grin and a shrug. Even he couldn’t explain what had happened.

“Wake her up.” Happy finally said. “Gently! I’ll be in the car.”

“Hey, Y/N.” Peter said softly, shaking your shoulder gently. You groaned in response, not waking from your sleep. “Y/N, we landed. Come on.”

“I don’t wanna.” You complained, sleep making your words sound more like a pout.

“Come on, please.” Peter urged.

“Nooo.” You mumbled.

“For me?” He tried, reaching out and holding your hand in his. If anyone had asked him where the confidence to do that came from, he wouldn’t be able to tell them. He stared at his own actions in shock, even more amazed when you lazily laced your fingers together. He hadn’t even realized you had rolled to your back to look at him.

“Anything for you, Petey.” You said. Your tone was bordering sultry, but Peter heard it gently. Honestly. “Now help me up before Happy tattles on us.” You said, using your free hand to wipe the sleep from your eyes. You wondered how you ended up in Peter’s lap, holding his hand. But you weren’t too concerned about the how. You were just excited that it had even happened.

You had had flings before. A jock from random high schools here or there. Hot, young billionaires that wanted to get in good with you to try to get a Stark Industries deal for their parents. Late night hookups at parties. But no one made you feel the same butterflies Peter did, and Peter wasn’t even trying to woo you. He was just naturally charming and endearing.

The car ride was tense. Neither of you really wanting to talk to each other, fearing what kind of nonsense would spill from your lips. You didn’t know what Peter was thinking, and maybe that’s what drove you so crazy. In some of your past moments with Peter, the connection was palpable. You could physically feel how you and Peter just wanted to sit, talk, hold hands, and maybe even kiss. Other times, it felt like Peter didn’t care what you did or said. But little did you know it was the complete opposite.

Peter felt like he was on the edge of his seat every time he was with you. He never knew if the next words out your mouth would make him laugh, make him blush, or make him proud. You were the first person to really see him, all sides of him. You knew Peter and you knew Spiderman, but you treated them as one and the same. You didn’t prioritize one persona over the other. He knew you to be honest, light-hearted, `generous. But also he knew you to be strong, confident, and truly remarkable.

“What are you gonna tell May about your eye?” You asked as the car stopped in front of his apartment building. He looked up at his floor and then back to you.

“I’ll probably just say some other guy punched me. It won’t last long.” He shrugged.

“Happy, can you get the case out the trunk?” You leaned forward to ask Happy. “I wanna have a few words with Peter.”

“Yeah, sure.” He said with a tight smile. “Want me to carry it to his apartment too?” He added sarcastically.

“If it’s no trouble.” You smiled with the same sarcasm.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.” Peter said quickly. “I can carry it up.”

“See, that’s thoughtful.” Happy said, gesturing to Peter. You stuck your tongue out in response, to which Happy rolled his eyes and got out of the car.

“Petey?” You said once Happy’s door was shut.

“Yeah?”

“Want me to walk up with you?” You offered.

“No, it’s alright. I wouldn’t want you to put more stress on your ankle than you need to.”

“It’s no trouble, really.” You smiled kindly.

“You wanted Happy to get out so you could offer me company upstairs?” Peter chuckled.

“No, actually.” You laughed softly. “We need a story about what you did this weekend, your internship with Stark Industries.”

“We can talk about it on the way up.” He shrugged. “I can carry you on my back if you want.”

“What a gentleman.” You teased. “I’ll be alright. Happy has crutches for me in the trunk. Even though I’ll probably only need one.”

You both got out of the car, Peter taking his case and you taking one crutch. Happy said he would wait in the car, and for you not to take too long. He reminded you that your mom was waiting and so were your medications.

You and Peter managed to make it to his apartment, after what seemed like an eternity hopping up the stairs. You knew it was going to be a struggle, but you hadn’t expected it to be that hard. Peter stayed behind you, keeping close in case you missed a step or your foot slipped. You had even considered taking him up on that offer of carrying you but you powered through. You wondered if it would be easier to get downstairs later.

“Welcome home!” May exclaimed when you and Peter walked in. “Oh, and Y/N? It’s good to see you again.”

“Hi, May.” You smiled widely. “How have you been?”

“Well, who doesn’t love a quiet, relaxing weekend? Although, I am glad that Peter is back.” She smiled, tousling his hair. “Oh my god, your eye! What happened? Who hit you?”

“Just some guy.” Peter tried to shrug it off but May had already ran and gotten him an ice pack. Peter fiddled with the web shooters around his wrist. “So itchy.”

“Leave it alone.” You smacked his hand gently.

“What’s some guy’s name?” May yelled from the freezer.

“Uh-“ Peter hesitated. “Steve.” He shrugged to you, where you only shook your head in amusement.

“Steve?” She shouted. “From 12C? With the overbite?”

Peter played with the bracelet, pressing the small button that flashed the Spiderman logo you had programmed. He let out a breathy chuckle, staring at the light with an amazed smile.

“No, no, no. You don’t know him. He’s from Brooklyn.” He answered quickly, staring in awe at the bright red light.

You had to hold back a laugh. You grabbed his wrist quickly, shutting off the light and pushing his hand down as May came back into the room, ice pack in hand.

“Well, hope you got a few good licks in.” She said with a sigh.

“Yeah, got quite a few in, actually.” He said proudly.

“That would’ve been something to see, I bet.” You joked.

“And you.” May turned her attention back to you. “What happened to you? Did Steve from Brooklyn get you too?” She joked.

“Actually, I was training with Ms. Romanoff yesterday. Her and I took it a tad too far.” You waved your hand dismissively. “Happens all the time. Perks of being an Avenger.”

“Well, as long as you’re alright.” She placed a hand on your shoulder gently. “How was the weekend? You have fun, Pete?”

“Yeah, it was cool. The facility was awesome!” Peter smiled widely.

“It was really cool to have company my own age.” You nudged Peter slightly. May’s jaw dropped slightly before giving a knowing smile. “We got Peter set up in our system, set up a profile with F.R.I.D.A.Y., and introduced him to some of the other Avengers.”

“Sounds fun.” She nodded to Peter.

“Well, I should head out. I just wanted to make sure Peter got in safe, and of course say hi to you.” You smiled before May interrupted.

“So soon? Have you eaten dinner? You could always stay, if you’d like.” May offered sweetly.

“I’d love to but Mom has dinner ready at home.” You nodded slightly. “I appreciate the offer though. Rain check?”

“You’re welcome here anytime, Y/N.”

“Thanks, May.” You turned to Peter. “I’ll be in touch about when we’ll need you again. Most of your work you can do from home, unless you really just want to be at the facilities. Obviously, my dad wants you to keep your grades and extracurriculars up. You have my number if you need anything, or have any questions.”

“Yeah, yeah of course.” Peter nodded quickly.

“Call me, if you ever need anything.” You smiled softly.

“Anything?” His tone was playful, with a hint of disbelief in it. He doubted that he could call you at two in the morning just to talk about his new Lego set or a Star Wars theory he came up with. But he also knew he could call you after school if he wanted to talk.

“Anything for you, Petey.” You said quietly and you pulled him in for a gentle hug. He was careful to not squeeze you too hard, mindful of your tender midsection. “Talk to you soon.”

“Yeah, talk to you soon, Y/N/N.”

And so it begins. You realized as you made your way down the stairs and back to the car. There’s officially a small crush on Peter Parker. Dad’s definitely gonna throw a fit when he realizes he was right all along.

[wingedbeings]

@no-one-hears-me tagged me to do this!! :D thank u ilu!! ♡♡

1) search your name + core + aesthetic in google and see what images come out.

mosscore aesthetic gave lots of different moss n goblincore n like faecore aesthetics which is v fitting!! :D

2) some questions!

name: moss!! :3c

nickname: aa idk?? i dont think i rlly have any but anyone is welcome to rlly call me anything!! (aa wait there is a rlly specific one but it's like linked to someone so i'm too paranoid to post it here skdjsh)

zodiac: cancer sun, scorpio moon, cancer rising!! :3c

languages: aa i actually speak quite a few languages!! i've hyperfixated on languages since i was rlly young n i grew up multilingual!! i'm a bit paranoid abt sharing all of them but the ones i'm most fluent in are japanese, english, [redacted], german, latin, and french!! (i grew up w the first three since birth) :3c

favorite season: i rlly love autumn and spring!! i used to be more fixated on autumn but i recently started loving spring again!! i rlly like when its not too warm n too sunny n kind of rainy and such!! :3

favorite flower: aa i don't think i rlly have a favourite?? D: the kinds of flowers that r like rlly dark red w black n that r really cool tho!!! i also rlly like plants n when i move (aa thats already in a few weeks thats crazy) i'll be getting a bunch of new plants!! i already have a few succulents and a tiny common ivy :3

favorite scent: oh skdjejd i dont rlly know D: i rlly agree w sera tho abt the smell of like petrichor n that!! generally i rlly like naturey smells!! i also rlly like scents like lavender n rose though!! and i'm not too fond of rlly like sweet smells

favorite color: i rlly like black, warm dark reds, and warm foresty dark greens! oo n i quite like coppery-gold ish colours too :3

favorite animals: aaa i honestly rlly love like all animals!! i can't rlly pick one favourite D: corvids r a hyperfixation of mine tho!!! theyre so cool n clever n intelligent n i lov them!!

favorite fictional characters: aa idrk?? if i could rlly think abt it properly in the moment i'm like focussing on it i'd probably think of a bunch but rn i'm drawing a blank so i'll name my favourites from a current hyperfixation i have!! the hyperfixation is the show legends of tomorrow n my favourites from it are sara lance (aaa real actual sapphic representation??? heLp) n also leonard snart!! :3c

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: i rlly like coffee but its a trigger food bc of my chronic illnesses n makes me rlly sick so i can't rlly have it all that often anymore D: (plus i kinda overdid coffee in like my v early teens so that might have smth to do w it??) but i also rlly love green teas!! though sometimes those r an mcas trigger for me dhdjdhs ): i'm not too fond of hot chocolate bc most hot chocolates tend to be too sweet for me and i can't have regular milk (also a trigger food shdhs) but when i make it myself i rlly like that too!!

dogs or cats: i rlly love both dogs n cats!! i'm most similar to cats though so like i guess i relate to cats more?? but dogs r so precious n sweet ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ i currently have both a cat and a dog too :3 (though my cat will be staying w my mum for abt a year when i move so then it'll just be my dog and i for a while!)

blankets: aa i rlly love blankets but certain fabrics are mcas triggers for me so i can only do rlly specific ones skdjsjd,, my temperature regulation is rlly bad and i'm nearly always freezing so if theres a blanket available i'll go wild abt it!!

dream trip: i don't think i rlly have a dream trip?? i prefer travelling around times that aren't too like hot temperature wise tho!! n i mostly prefer less warm countries! (high temperatures and sun are both things that trigger different parts of my chronic illnesses) aa and then i mostly prefer like adventure type things in the form of going to nature places n like exploring ruins n that but like in a calm pace?? oh also to preferably stay in like a little cabin type place or a b&b rather than like a big hotel!!

blog established: aa i believe at the end of last september or something??? (september 2019)

followers: I currently have nearly 3k! aa ilu all but i'm rlly sorry so many of u relate to my blog n i rlly wish all the good in the world for all of u guys n that life will treat u all kinder!! ♡

random fact about me: hsjdjs i dont rlly know?? D: every time i'm put on the spot through someone asking me smth (especially less specific stuff) abt myself i just forget all info abt myself n i already dont rlly have any kind of identity to begin with hsjdhsjdb

aa i guess a fun fact cld be that i'm v alternative in style n some weird mix of punk n goth w a little bit of emo?? n that my fav music genres r also alternative!! (mostly rock n punk n metal n that!!) :3c

I’ll tag @sickeda @http-trauma @pozellainsoul @selincr0 @youstillhauuntme and anyone else that wants to do this!! i always feel rlly anxious tagging ppl so yea!! (u r free to say i tagged u bc if u follow me or we're mutuals n u want to do this i'd want to tag u!! i'm just anxious to skdhj) also idk if any of u have already done this n its also of course ok if u don't want to!! ♡

[ten0rreaper]

can i get some helping to drink water and also brushing hair out of face, with maybe... possibly.... desperate handholding? maybe set between episodes 122 and 123, in the middle of the night....??

DEE UR MIND..... also this got long and kinda pretentious so

Jonmartin requests still incredibly very much open. Feed me.

Also pls reblog this instead of just liking it I thrive on feedback!! Same principal applies to writers that applies to visual artists

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Martin rubbed his face. His eyes burned with exhaustion, and common sense told him that he wasn’t going to get anything more done by staring at “Peter’s” Excel spreadsheet for another hour. But he didn’t necessarily want to go home yet, either. 

He sighed and closed out of the spreadsheet anyway, saving it three times beforehand. (A habit he couldn’t seem to break.) He was going to pack his things, and go home, and eat a cardboard TV dinner in front of the television, and sleep alone. And hopefully begin. like it within the next month. He shoved what few things he brought into his bag haphazardly and pulled the fog around him before he quietly descended from Elias’ office to the ground floor. The fog filled his nose with a bland, watery stench, drowning out the comforting scent of dust and books.

Nobody should have been in the lobby. It was a quarter til ten, and every sensible member of the institute had gone home for the night. Even Peter was probably wherever he considered home for the time being, alone with all the lights off. But there Jon sims was, for the first time in six months, shakily unlocking the Institute doors. 

Martin couldn’t breathe. Jon’s eyes were bleary, and his entire body trembled as he stepped through the door. His dark skin was entirely too ashy, and if anything was clear about this situation, it was that Jon shouldn’t be here. He almost looked as if he were sleepwalking, movements airy and listless. He didn’t seem real.

Martin doubted he was, even as he silently followed Jon down to the archives. The Lonely’s fog hid him easily from Jon’s eyes, let Martin watch as Jon leaned too much on the handrails, how the metallic echoes of his steps were muffled and seemed to fade far too fast. 

Maybe Martin was seeing Jon’s ghost.

Jon lingered a moment at what used to be Martin’s desk. It was covered with a layer of dust- neither Melanie nor Basira had bothered to clean it, and he found he didn’t much care- but Jon’s fingers left gauges in the dust as he trailed his fingers over the dust. Jon paused a moment to look at the grey coating his fingertips before wiping them on his shirt- a white button-up with some fancy looking logo on it, something that seemed almost too stereotypically Jon for him to wear. It still had a price tag on it. The dust caught and left grey smears on the fresh fabric. Martin’s breath caught in his throat as he registered the details, Jon’s increasing physicality, like being in the archives returned something essentially Jon to the world. 

Martin ran his fingers over his old desk, crossing the marks Jon left. He couldn’t feel a mote of dust on Jon’s tracks. 

Jon’s eyes darted up, lighting up with a sudden and unexpectedly intense hunger. Martin almost staggered back at the intensity of it. He had always felt the weight of Jon’s gaze, but it was nothing like this, like being scoured. Martin felt terrifyingly vulnerable. Seen.

Jon’s eyes fixed on him. “Martin,” he breathed.

“Jon,” said Martin.

Jon lurched forward, and his legs gave out. Martin quickly stepped forward and caught him, the instinct to protect returning like it had never left. Jon’s skin had that ghastly pallor again, and his breathing came too heavy. Martin gingerly brushed Jon’s hair out of his face, only to find Jon staring at him like a ravenous dog.

“You overdid it, didn’t you?” Martin said. He tucked Jon’s hair- too long, too loose, too brittle- behind his ear. “You don’t always have to push yourself that hard, you know. You just woke up from... whatever that was.”

“Martin,” Jon said again, voice painfully raspy. “You- Peter Lukas-”

“Yeah.” He let go of Jon, whose legs still shook. Martin felt a pang of guilt, but he swallowed it down. “You can blink, you know. I’m not going to disappear.”

“I didn’t see you.” 

“I didn’t want you to.”

Jon opened his mouth, probably to protest in that endearing annoying has to be annoying way of his, but instead he doubled over as he was wracked with painful coughs. He lurched to the side, and Martin caught him by the shoulder before he could fall. 

When the coughs subsided, Martin let him go again. “You really shouldn’t be here.”

“I’m the archivist.”

“You still need to rest after being dead for six months, Jon!” Martin blinked at his own volume, and took a deep breath. “Come on, let’s get you some water. Then... I don’t know, you can sleep in the cot? Do you still own a flat?”

Jon blinked, frowned. “That’s... a good question.”

Martin sighed and started towards the stairs, turning away from Jon. He walked slow, and the only reason he knew Jon followed was from the quiet, even slower sound of his footsteps on the stairs. Martin held the door to the break room open for him, and Jon practically collapsed into one of the cheap wooden chairs.

It was quick work to fill a glass of cold water, and he held it out to Jon. Jon took the glass carefully with shaking fingers that brushed painfully warm over Martin’s. The glass trembled in his grasp, water sloshing over the edge as Jon weakly lifted it to his mouth. The water came out unevenly, and all it accomplished was sending Jon into another coughing fit. 

Martin was hit with another sickening pang of guilt, and took the glass from Jon, rubbing his back comfortingly as Jon coughed. When they subsided, he gave Jon a moment to catch his breath. Martin’s eyes drifted to Jon’s chest, watched as it rose and fell, like it hadn’t in six months. He had watched Jon’s chest completely still, Jon’s hand cold, cold as ice, no heartbeat at his wrist no blood flowing through his body. He could feel Jon watching him back, eyes tracing his face. He finally lifted his gaze. Jon’s hair had fallen into his face again. He couldn’t fight the urge to brush it back behind Jon’s ear again. He wanted to do more, to run his fingers through it, to tie to back, to feel it on the back of his hand as it rested on Jon’s back. 

He did do the last one, but he was careful to place his hand low enough so as to not feel Jon’s hair has he raised the glass to Jon’s lips. Jon didn’t choke this time, to Martin’s relief, and the glass was finished quickly. 

“Do you need help getting back down?” Martin asked softly, and Jon shook his head.

“No, I- I’ll be fine. Thank you, though, Martin.”

Martin swallowed and nodded. He turned to the door, but before he could grab the nob, he felt fingers close around his own. He turned to see Jon, staring at him, but not in the starving way from before- it was softer, this time, almost sad.

“Martin, can you... can you stay? Can you stay a couple more minutes?”

Martin’s throat was dry. He shouldn’t. He couldn’t. 

“Yes,” he said. “Of course.”

Jon didn’t let go as Martin pulled out his own chair. Jon leaned his cheek into Martin’s palm, held it there. Martin could feel him shaking still. 

“I’m sorry,” Jon said, almost too quiet to hear over the white-noise buzzing of the mini fridge. “I’m sorry for leaving for so long.”

“Jon-”

Jon curled around Martin’s arm. “I’m sorry about Tim,” he breathed, voice strangely choked. “I’m sorry about- about Daisy- and... and, and... Sasha...” Jon’s shoulders shook, and now Martin was sure that his own hands were trembling. “I’m sorry for being so cruel to you, and for leaving you alone, for leaving you with the lonely...” His fingers tightened to a desperate vise. “I’m sorry for not coming back human,” he sobbed. “I’m sorry.”

Martin’s throat burned, a pit deep in his stomach, and before he could think it through, he tugged Jon to his chest, curled around him protectively, held him tight. Jon was so warm. He could feel his heartbeat.

Martin knew that to Jon, his skin probably felt unpleasantly cold.

“It’s alright, Jon,” He said softly into Jon’s hair. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Then he let go, gently pried Jon off him, and stepped out the door, pulling the Lonely around him.

It wouldn’t do to see Jon again.

He couldn’t.

But his heart burned with new fire, and plans began to rewrite themselves in his mind.

[kamiemi]

im aLIVE!!(??)

hello hello!! im sorry for being inactive for several years ack,,, i dont remember how to use tumblr anymore lmao i-- so i've moved to instagram because i shrug dunno- if you guys wanna look at me being more active on social media then im @kamiiemii im really sorry for not saying anything through these past few years- ive had to focus more and what not and i guess ive changed?? l.. im sorry if i worried anyone by this whole absence thing truly im super super super sorry qAq i wont be using tumblr anymore- if any of you want to chat w/ me you can do so on IG, but for the others- i suppose that this is my more,, formal,, goodbye to the tumblr community??????????

i forgot that the paragraph html tag existed.. oucH-

im really sorry to anyone who was worried i hnnnnnnnnnnnnnkcncnk it was probably my part that i felt mixeD feElinG s about my tumblr and how cri ng e(??) i was so i kinda wanted to leave it behind ngl-

i think thats all i wanted to say?? i wanted this to be short but i guess i overdid it ToT

thank you all of you who accepted me into your community,, i enjoyed being part of fandoms i loved, met tons of really cool artists and i made really great friends here!! im sorry to all of them for being irresponsible aack Kcjbdhbdhfo

so, properly, this time,, i'd like to say thank you all so much for your support and love!!

Thank you, everyone!! and byebye-

[jamkookies]

Fourteen people I would like to know better :

Thank you @timetoresurface for tagging me💜

ONE/name/alias : Elsa, but I go by Eli or El

TWO/birthday : 17.09.2000

THREE/zodiac sign : Virgo

FOUR/height : 150cm (don't laugh)

FIVE/hobbies : reading, writing, watching movies, editing,drawing, and other stuff I can't remember

SIX/favourite colors : navy blue and beige

SEVEN/favorite books : there are a lot but I think I'm more into YA. Still if anyone is interested here are some of my favorites:

The Maze Runner series

The Hunger Games series

Percy Jackson series

Harry Potter series

Divergent series

The Shadowhunter series

The Fifth Wave series

The Kane Chronicles

Magnus Chase series

The Avonlea Chronicles

The Darkest Minds series

Six of Crows duology

Throne of Glass series

A Court of Thorns and Roses series

Legend series

All the Bright Places

The Fault in Our Stars

Eleanor and Park

Me Before You

Life of Pi

Memoirs of a Geisha

Children of Blood and Fire

Okay, sorry I think I kinda overdid it.

EIGHT/last song I listened to : Serendipity by BTS's Jimin

NINE/last film I watched : Kiki's Delivery Service (I think)

TEN/inspiration for muse : does listening to hot songs count?

ELEVEN/dream job : don't even get me started on this (professor, writer, translator, architect, painter, animator–)

TWELVE/meaning behind your url : I love Jungkook and Jimin what more can I say. Plus it's the most typical army name so yeah

THIRTEEN/top 3 ships : let's not get there

FOURTEEN/lipstick or chapstick : neither. I don't really put make-up on but I still think it looks nice on people.

@xk00kiemonsterx @apurpledheart @jungshookmeup @jungkookieuwu @usernameloaa@sofuckingdonedirection

[yourfaveismakingmacandcheese]

sorry for not filling up the queue/posting for the last like week, i kinda overdid it and passed out working on convention prep/school/work. I’m focusing on taking better care of myself right now, i apologise.

(also i missed 2400 followers during this time, should i still post a picture of my boy daichi for the milestone?)

edit: also thank you to everyone for all the fun tags on my posts, it makes me smile when i read them :)

[tastyfishistasty]

Post-Endgame thoughts

!!!Spoilers!!! (On mobile so sorry no cut, tagged though!)

Going into the film I had seen three spoilers, the one about cap going back to the past, someone getting fat from PTSD and bad guys not attacking on Sundays because Morgan stark has ballet then and it's rude to interrupt.

One of those was true - Cap.

One was vague enough to make me worry when no one was "fat" in the first attempt to fix the universe, and then they did a number on Thor.

The last one I got the completely wrong end of the stick and even as Tony was dying I was convinced he was gonna recover because ballet!!!

So that was very confusing all round.

Thoughts on the rest of the film!

1) I'm sad that they made a joke of Thor's PTSD, but also glad that he didn't do a training montage and get instantly fixed. Also, they at least showed he was messed up from loosing so many people.

2) Tony should not have died. He had so much to live for and he did not deserve to go through so much to die like that. No other death was as brutal to me. I am sad for them, but they made sense. Tony was unnecessary!!

3) Honestly thought Natasha would come back because she went willingly into the stone? Was convinced of that until the credits. :/

4) The film could have been shorter without missing too much. They overdid a few bits that didn't need to be done. :/ My bum went numb!!

5) Captain Marvel is my queen and I love her. I also loved the getting her across the battlefield with all the badass ladies, though I'll admit it felt forced, like marvel was saying "look at all our women, we're equal tooooo~". One scene does not make a equal film.

6) Hawkeye/Ronin was *kiss fingertips*

7) There was so much focus on romantic partners? I might have to come back to this when I'm a bit less sleepy and my bum has feeling again, but it felt like anything that wasn't a romantic partner loss was overlooked or lesser? With the exception of baby Hawkeyes and Clint+Natasha there were no other relationships explored to the same level? Does to the end of the line mean nothing???

8) Kinda sad that Quill and Nebula didn't get to mourn Gamora as she didn't come back, like they did Natasha and Vision. Quill got kicked in the nuts and that was it? The Nebula and Gamora team up was great, but yeah.

9) how did Nebula not die? I'm assuming past Gamora had to go back to her time, but if past Nebula didn't, how did present nebula not stop existing? That needed explaining.

10) I liked the alternate views on the previous films a lot! Like Quill singing to himself and Hulk taking the stairs and the whole Cap Vs Cap bit! The "hail hydra" bit was also really good and worked so well!

11) I'm gonna stop now, if you've read this far well done! Feel free to come chat about it with me, I am open to discussion!

[dadhakyeon-blog]

heyyy can I pls request you to write about xiumin and his trans bf, who's way taller and bigger and him anyway, and meet at the gym? your blog makes me so happy, thank you 😻

i’m so glad my blog makes you happy! you’re totally welcome!

-so you went to the gym at a different time than usual today but like,,, you aren’t complaining

-because there’s this really hot guy working out on the same machines as you normally use and hey the view is pretty nice

-but you end up trading machines a lot of the time and whenever he gets to the machine you were just at he looks at you and ups the weight to the next notch

-like it’s so obvious too. he wants you to see that he’s doing it

-so of course you have to do it too 

-and you play this weird tag where you switch each other’s weights out and by the end of your workouts you’re both just dead tired

-plus you probably overdid it on the butterfly press but you’ll deal with that tomorrow 

-and luck is in the air! your schedule is still weird, so you and the Gym Dude do the same routine the next time too

-this time you just have to call him out 

-’are you trying to do that?’ 

-’do what?’ anD goD he’s smirking 

-’you know... that.’ 

-’sorry i don’t know what you’re talking about.’ 

-’stop trying to one up me!’ 

-and he just starts laughing and punches you in the shoulder like. no. 

-so like the gym rats you are you decide to see who can bench more 

-gosh this feels like the high school weights class all over again. testosterone fueled competitions and touching too many people’s body sweat

-but you beat him by 5kg! success! 

-and he’s just hella straightforward like hey strongman. i like you. take me on a date and we can drink protein shakes or something

-and you laugh because protein shakes? that’s gotta be a joke

-but he’s serious (at least about the date) so you both head off to the showers and get dressed??? 

-and the date is really nice. you’re both e x h a u s t e d so you don’t do much other than chat and eat dinner 

-but minseok’s a really sweet guy and he has a lot to talk about

-and teases you for being so competitive

-’you started it!’ 

-’that’s what i mean,,, so competitive’ 

-anyways you have to let that one slide because he’s not going to give in any time soon

-you would be kindof ticked if it were any other person but with minseok... the teasing feels like it’s a form of endearment. 

-like it’s how he expresses attraction to you

-so you can accept it. especially because it gives you the green light to tease him back 

-there’s a little feeling in your gut though because you’re almost through with dinner and you really want to come out to him

-because you see a possible second date and you like to be open about being trans from the get-go (not that it’s bad if you aren’t!) 

-so you kinda just pull him aside in the parking lot and hold his hand 

-(cute he’s a little pink) 

-and you tell him that you really want this to go farther but you have to tell him that you’re trans and what that means

-and he just gets this look and crosses his arms like. 

-’no fair you’re so much taller than me and you only just went through puberty. shitfuck.’

-and that’s his answer. he says that he doesn’t see anything that would stop him from dating you unless you told him you were a murder too or something. but he’s soft and sweet

-and he pulls you down for a goodbye kiss while still mumbling about your height

-it’s cute though