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Can I ask for part II of "Not the romantic type"? Please, I need Pedri getting some sense and realize that he did wrong😭😭

Not the romantic type | part two

Part one | Part Three

"Ferran!" Pedri yells, knocking violently on his friends door. "fuck, open the door."

"I'm literally with my mom on the phone, what the fuck do you want?" Ferran whisper, pulling him from his t-shirt and making him enter the room. "wait a damn minute."

Ferran says his goodbyes to his mother and sister. Sending them all the love. Pedri was passing around like crazy, phone in his hands texting frenetic.

"What's wrong?" Ferran asks, making him stop by grabbing his arm.

"I fucked up, I told her she was a bother and that my friends told me that I was an idiot because I was with her in a serious relationship and now we're done, she won't answer to me, to Fer, to no one and I can't think straight. This is my fault."

Ferran didn't understood one single thing, Pedri was talking at a very fast speed. "Qu��?"

"She broke up with me, I have to go back to Barcelona." he walks over to the door, opening it to run to his room.

"Pedri, there's no way Xavi is allowing you to go back before the match." Ferran stops him, closing the door before he's out. "Wait, you just said that you called her a BOTHER?"

The way Ferran screams the word bother makes Pedri squint his eyes. He fucked up big time.

"I wasn't thinking, and I was mad at something not at her and that was out of the blue."

"Dude, I won't ever forget you if I was her, you literally just make her believe that everything she did for you was bothering you. Do you even understand that?"

He let out a scream, fist impacting against the door. Ferran can't even understand what is going on with him.

He punched the wooden door, once, twice and more until Ferran who was too stunned to react quickly stopped him.

"Joder, Pedri stop." he hug his body to make him stop. "Calm down, Pedri. Breath."

"I can't lose her." he says, angry at himself. "I have to go back."

"No, you're not leaving before the match. We cab calmly plan something that doesn't include you getting a thousands of euros fine for leaving the hotel and abandoning the team"

Ferran won't even let him speak, shutting him down and walking him to his room, he was tired and hurt due to the door thing.

He advised him to go to sleep, taking his phone with him to force him to actually rest. "Please, sleep, we have to play tomorrow."

He forced himself some sleep, not really wanting to keep thinking about his actions.

When the time of the match was getting closer and the team moved from the hotel to the stadium.

Xavi motivates the team with a speech. Asking the players to be strong and to play their best. He notices his eight was down and distracted.

"Pedri, don't be nervous. You will do amazing." He pats his back and walks with the technical team.

Pedri was not on his element, he felt so out of place, not sure how to work with the ball. "Pedri, let's go more up, Lewandowski is asking us to."

When they do, Pedri gets to stole a ball from the forward of Napoli, but his excitement was taken when the same forward tackle him.

He let it pass, noticing that the referee didn't even give a yellow. He tried his best to focus on stealing the ball and creating an opportunity to score or assist a ball.

When the second tackle came from the same player, again he found himself on the floor of the stadium.

He gets up from the floor, mad the other player is smirking like crazy. "Ve aprendiendo a jugar, hijo de puta." He push the player, making him fall. (Learn how to play, son of a bitch)

He wins his first yellow of the night. He laughs at the referee giving him a yellow for that but not a yellow to the other player for the tackle.

Frenkie protects him with his body, taking the midfielder from Napoli away from him. "Pedri, walk away now."

He respects Frenkie as a captain, doing what he's told he walks back with Koundé and Cancelo.

"Pedri, relax. You don't want to get a red."

A red card

If he gets red, that means he has to leave, and probably Xavi would send him to the hotel. Making him free to go back to Barcelona.

He just shakes his head, letting the game keep going. He tries his best to stay away from the forward of Napoli.

He never got more than a yellow in his career. Not being used to fight on the field, he leave that to Gavi.

But when the forward tries to make him fall, he knows this was not only about you anymore. This fucker has to learn.

He sees the opportunity, sliding to "catch" the ball away from the player, making him fall as his feet get tangled in the process.

The referee stops the game. Giving him his second yellow of the match. "Venga que él me ha tirado dos veces." He talks to the referee. (C'mon, he tackled me twice)

"Pedri, vamonos." Araujo pulls him by the arm.

But when another Napoli player decides to push him from the back, yelling at him for "hurting his forward," Pedri turns and push him too.

Araujo is doing everything in his power to keep the Napoli players away from the eight, Pedri got pulled by his shirt by the forward.

When he free himself and sees the ball he grabs it and does a very Koundé move and throws the ball at the players face.

The field looks like a WWE encounter, players yelling, and technical teams are already involved. He saw a red card, a referee pointing at him.

"Pero si lo hacen en todas las jugadas ellos." Cancelo yells, defending Pedri from the red.

He got pulled from the shoulders, turning to see Xavi. "Let's go, kid." He walks him to the tunnel and to the dressing room. "That mother fucker provoked you, don't worry. Take a shower and go back to the hotel. We can talk later." nodding and thanking Xavi, also apologizing for the red.

He shower before leaving to the hotel, running to his room to pick his things. He purchased the first flight he finds to go back.

He needs to go back, can't lose more time away. He's scared you won't take him back, he's mad that he even spoke to you in that way.

The way you whisper his name and the way your eyes were dulled, those shiny eyes he remember meeting when he was fifteen.

Back in Barcelona you're getting ready for a big presentation. You can't let this get you down.

People break up everyday, people stop loving each other, people sometimes hurt you that bad that you don't want to be near them.

People is he.

You love him with all your soul, he was always that person for you, your go to person, your everything is going to be fine person, but that was one sided.

You weren't that to him, he had friends who were more important than you. He had a family that loves him and visits him and you were alone.

He knows you're alone, he knows you can't just go home and have a prepared meal, a person to talk to, someone who can listen to you or hug you when you cry.

He was to you that person you could trust, that person you could cry to, that person who wasn't going to judge you.

But now you wonder if every time you call him about something making you happy, sad, angry were a bother to him, if every time you shared a goal with him, every time you went crying to him about being stressed or just sad were a bother.

Were your presence a bother to his family too? Were their hospitality fake? Were they just faking smiles?

Was he uncomfortable when you told him you love him? Was he uncomfortable with you when his friends were over and you were there? Was he uncomfortable with you all this time?

You can't help but cry yourself to sleep, feeling empty and alone. Being far from home is hard, being heartbroken with no one to talk to is hard.

While you rest on one side of Barcelona, he landed at the airport. Ferran scolded him for leaving without the rest.

Fer was waiting for him, he felt guilty about the breakup, he felt like a bad brother. He knew Pedri was fucking things up, he knew by the look on your face when you two were together.

He heard you two fight, he heard how Pedro treated you and talked to you like if you were nothing.

He never got into that, mostly because the only time he did Pedro ask him to stay out of it. He did, but every time he heard you two, he just put some music or put on a movie.

When he heard Pedro and his Tenerife friends talking him out of the idea of him taking you to Napoli, he just told his opinion about it being wrong.

Pedri wasn't a cheater, he couldn't do that to you and certainly he wasn't raised like that. But he also wasn't raised like the way he was treating you.

Most of the drive home is silent, the discomfort can be cut with a knife. Fer is not even making conversation with him about the red card.

"I need you to help me plan something." He talked so calmed like if everything is cool.

"You're a fucking idiot, you know that?" Fer says, he's mad about the red, he knew he did it on purpose, he was mad about everything. "That red is just the crown of everything."

"Can you stop?" Pedri was annoyed, he's not a kid who needs to be scolded by his older brother. "Don't mind it."

"I've been not minding things for too long to keep myself quiet." He shouts, acting like a father. "You're such a fucking idiot, treating this girl like she's trash for God knows how long, when I told you that it was wrong you told me that it wasn't like that. Then you call me late at night and ask me to help you fix things but don't want me to mind it."

"Fernando, stop."

"No, I'm done with you. Honestly, I hope she doesn't take you back. She really deserves something better. She deserves so much better."

Pedro slams the door of the car as soon as they're home. He feels rage inside because of the words of Fernando.

On the inside, he knows that everything his brother shouts at him is true. He did treat you badly, he did hurt you in ways he didn't even mean, but he did.

Xavi texted him back after the news of him leaving to Barcelona, he informed his coach about him leaving, telling him that he needed a few moments to cool down and take on what he did, and Xavi agreed.

It was almost two in the morning, his plan was to go to your house and talk to you, fix things, and when you take him back, enjoy the day with you.

But something stopped him, he remembers that you had this big project presentation, and he can't fuck up things. He already mess things up. He doesn't need for you to be more mad at him than you already is.

He sleep more calmly than when he was in Napoli, he had a good feeling about the situation.

When the light hit the city, he woke up, ready to get you back and to be the best he could be with you. He has to be at the club after lunch, so he has time to go pick you up from college and to be with you.

You were happy that morning, you did an amazing presentation and you have a perfect grade.

"Hey, Y/n. We're going to go get some brunch, want to join us?" Your friend Pamela asks.

"Yes, I just have to go home to change and I'll see you guys there"

You hurry home, ready to change into your bikers and a t-shirt. The day was fresh, but the weather was unpredictable.

The doorbell sounding made you hurry with brushing your teeth, you thought it was the ups guy.

When you open the door you can feel the cold shiver running down your spine.

"Please, let me talk to you." He steps closer to you. "Let me fix things, amor."

You don't want to fight, you want to get this over with, for once you're not giving up on your feelings with him.

You move, letting him into your house. He feels confident at how you let him in, he knows he can fix things.

"Listen, I know I fucked things up, I know I'm an asshole and that you have all the right to be mad and to want to scream at me. Please just believe me when I say I want to fix myself for you, I haven't been a good boyfriend and you are the best thing I have, you don't even know how much I love you and how much I think about you when we're away.-"

You block the rest of his speech, you can't think of anything else but his own words. "Such a bother."

He hasn't been a good boyfriend, that is true. But you never once told him how much that did bother you because you didn't want him to feel the way you're feeling right now.

"I bought this for you." He hands you a bouquet of flowers.

You smile a little, how ironic.

"All this time, I always wanted you to give me some flowers and you had to lose me to give them to me." You laugh lightly, not wanting to cry.

"What?" He's confused. "But you never asked me for them."

"Exactly." You shrug. "I never did because I expected you to come see me with some. Not a bouquet, just one." You leave them on the table next to you. "But you never did."

His breathing became irregular, he's nervous. "Amor, I never knew you felt that way."

"I didn't mean to be a bother." You say, feeling like being fully honest to him. "I just wanted you to love me the way I love you. I just wanted you to support me the way I support you." You can't help but let some tears wet your cheeks. You wipe them away as you begin speaking again. "I know I can be too much sometimes, but I've always been so proud and happy for you, couldn't you be that with me?"

He can't think about something to say, he's hurt that you feel that way, hurt that he caused you to feel that way.

"I hope you understand that I can't be with you." You grab his hands. "I love you so much, you were my many firsts, my first love, my first time, my first thought in the morning, my first person to go to." You smile at the memories. "But I'm not the person you need, I can't pretend I'm fine just to keep you happy, I can't pretend your words don't hurt me when all I want to do is cry."

"Amor, I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't fix it." You step away from him. "I have to put myself first, I have to fix myself to even think about you again. Pedro, I love you but I have to love myself first."

You want to hug him, seeing his red tearful eyes, but you can't.

"You're so talented and amazing, amor mio." You smile to him. "And your career will blow much more than now, I'm so sure you're going to win a Ballon D'or and that so wanted champions league." You walk to your door, unsure if you want to open it. "And I'm sure you'll find someone who can grow with you and supports you all the way, cause you deserve that."

You open the door, moving to the side of it.

"I love you, and I hope you understand that what I'm doing is for the both of us. Have a nice life, Pedro. You deserve that as much as I do."

He's crying, tears wetting his face, heart breaking from all the feelings. "Can I hug you one last time?" He asks as he's almost out of the house.

You nod, opening your arms to him, his hands hug your waist. He's going to miss it, he's going to miss your smell, your hair, your body, you smile. You.

"Te amo, I'm sorry I'm not what you deserve."

"Te amo." You kiss his cheek.

You hand him something, and he keeps his hands closed. He walks away and enters his car.

He open his hand, his house key shining on his palm. It's done, he knows he can't fix it. He'll have to accept that you deserve better.

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[gayofthefae]

Will first slowly leaves the frame during Mike's speech when he says he isn't scared of El. Because this is what Mike wanted to tell her. "The problem wasn't you". That's the truth he needed her to know regardless of his fear. He then says that he's afraid of her leaving him. We know this to be true because he said it when she wasn't there. He tells her he doesn't know to live without her. Sweet, and no reason not to be true.

But once we get to the story. The "my life started" story. Will inches back onscreen...

Which is odd. It isn't even a change back. Because when he says that he loves her again, Will is once again gone. So it was just for this shot.

Then we return for "I love you on your good days, I love you on your bad days, I love you with your powers, I love you without your powers. I love you for exactly who you are."

But would you look at who's onscreen for the immediately following line "you're my superhero"

They put a one second shot between these to transition it. Not even a reaction shot from El. It's the shot of their hands. And this is only shot Will is in here. It goes straight back after this single sentence.

Will slowly leaves the shot for "I can't lose you" and stays out for the rest of his speech until the final "fight!"

This isn't so much a lie as it is a joint truth. This is not a romantic sentiment. It is showing the entire motivation of Will encouraging Mike in the first place - they are doing this together because they both want to save El in the same way. This is an agreed upon action with an agreed upon goal - one being stated here: "fight".

So what does this tell us about truths:

I love you. Do you hear me? I love you. I'm sorry I don't say it more. It's not because I'm scared of you. I'm not. I've never felt that way. But I am scared that one day, you'll realize you don't need me anymore. And I thought that if I said how I felt, it would somehow make that day hurt more. But the truth is, El, I don't know how to live without you. I feel like my life started that day we found you in the woods, and you were wearing that Benny's Burgers' t-shirt. And it was so big it almost swallowed you whole. And I knew, right then and there, in that moment that I loved you. And I've loved you every day since. I love you on your good days, I love you on your bad days. I love you with your powers, I love you without your powers. I love you for exactly who you are. You're my superhero. And I can't lose you. Do you hear me? I can't lose you. You can do anything. You can fly. You can move mountains. I believe that. But right now, you just have to fight. You have to fight. Fight. Fight!

Everything remaining is Mike's truth and only Mike's truth. He is sorry. He isn't scared of her. He's scared of losing her. He loves her regardless of her powers. He believes in her. He wants her to fight. That is the truth. That first "I love you" is different and he knows it. So even though he repeats the words, that time, it's a lie.

I also note the sentence "said how I felt". Because that's what makes it true. It would not be true if he said "if I told you I loved you". He said "if I said how I felt". And with that, let's put this in a true context. Let's use these truthful lines in the context he wanted to use them in. Let's set the scene:

The last few days, I've had to think about the last talk we had. You know, before the cops and the whole world went to shit and everything. I guess I just, I don't know, I guess I just wanted to say I'm sorry I don't say it more. It's not because I'm scared of you. I'm not. I've never felt that way. I just can't love you the way you want to be loved, but that doesn't mean that I don't. But I'm scared that one day, you'll realize you don't need me anymore. And I thought that if I said how I felt, it would somehow make that day hurt more. But the truth is, El, I don't know how to live without you. I do love you. Every day. I love you on your good days, I love you on your bad days. I love you with your powers, I love you without your powers. I love you for exactly who you are. And I can't lose you. I can't lose you.

I added one line. One line only that changes "won't need me anymore" from a reason to an elaboration. Everything else is the same. Everything else did not need to be changed to fit the other narrative.

As I said recently...something should have contradicted at some point. It didn't.

The consistency of which is truth and not is also supported by what's used when he's begging her to wake up.

Subtle but not total inclusion of Will, who also wants her to wake up, but with focus still on Mike for "come on, come on" (with even a cut back to him)

But when it cuts back to him on the 'I' statement "I know you're in there, Will has been addressed in reaction and is now out of the shot.

Mike and Will in the shot is about both of them, proven by the reaction shot of Will that follows; just Mike is only him, proven by the shift and timing with the "I" statement.

These are also, of course, different enough angles that the camera requires adjustment to capture, so it was important to them, as it also not enough difference to have been more than one camera.

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 10

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternate Universe : Military School

Word : 6k

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Thursday, October 29; 6:00 PM -  Bronze' Room.

Four. That's the number of days I've been living in real hell. I'm constantly going from cold to hot. I don't even dare to move because of my sore muscles. I've never felt as bad as I have at the start of this week. What exhausts me the most is emptying my guts into the basin that hasn't moved since the first day. The worst part is that I haven't eaten anything for four days, so it's even more painful.

 I just feel like I'm slowly dying. I know it's not real and that if all goes well, I'll be back on my feet in a few days. I'm starting to go crazy in this room. The only time I get out of bed is to use the bathroom, change clothes, or take a shower. And even then,  Bronze has to motivate me each time to do it. The problem is that I depend on her for every movement, and it's starting to irritate me. 

I feel pathetic not even being able to get to the bathroom on my own when it's only a few steps from my bed. Fortunately, I've managed to handle things in the bathroom on my own so far. It takes me much longer than usual each time, but it's certainly better than having to ask  Bronze for help. She's a woman and young, but she's still my supervisor. It's embarrassing for her to see me in such intimate situations. I had to ask for her help only once, and I still feel strange about it. Clumsy as I am, my earring got caught on my t-shirt. I tried to free myself but only managed to tangle myself more.  Bronze came to my rescue without hesitation, even though I was half-naked. I felt so embarrassed, yet she did nothing to make me feel that way, quite the opposite.

 She's so different since I've been here. She's no longer the strict supervisor who gives grand speeches. She's just a normal person who takes care of me. She hasn't left my side. Engen had to convince her to set up shifts so she could rest too. She finally agreed to let someone else stay by my side at night and during her three meals a day. So, the other three senior instructors take turns: Engen, Bright, and White. Without them, she wouldn't sleep at night knowing I have insomnia. I don't understand why she doesn't leave my surveillance more. It's not like the others are incompetent. I glance at my supervisor who is lying on her bed reading. Today is my first relatively calm day. I smile softly, seeing that she seems absorbed in her book.

"Are you feeling a little better?"

I'll never understand how she can see me when she doesn't even turn her head from her reading. It's like her eyes are everywhere. This isn't the first time she's done this. I lower my eyes to my slightly trembling hands.

"Better, but for how long...?" I murmur.

I sigh, knowing the detox process will take more than just a week. The stage I'm enduring now is nothing compared to what I'll have to endure psychologically later. I close my eyes at this thought.

"Can we take advantage of this lull to talk?" she asks, closing her book.

I look at her piercing green eyes for a moment. It's as if she knows what I'm thinking. I shrug. It's not like I wasn't warned. She was just waiting for me to be able to hold a conversation without my head constantly over the basin. I should also mention that dependency speaks for our subconscious. It seems I made advances to her at some point to get drugs. I have no memory of it, but she didn't hesitate to remind me to tease me. I was mortified when I found out. I also tried to charm her colleagues, in another way, fortunately for me. That's why I'm worried about what's to come if I'm already like this now. I was clean in my head before that night. I hate having to start over from scratch. I break my gaze from the void and turn my head towards her. She has just sat down on the chair between our two beds. It seems her decision has been made and I have to talk. I curl up on my side to face her. No way am I sitting up for this conversation. I close my eyes when she places her hand on my forehead to check my temperature. She's been doing this for a few days now.

"You don't have a fever anymore."

"Mm..." I groan.

"You have only yourself to blame, you know."

"I told you I don't remember anything from that night."

She sinks into her chair and crosses her arms.

"I want to believe you. You know, everyone thinks you did it on purpose."

"I don't care what others think. What do you think?"

"I have a personal opinion that I'd like to confirm by knowing your side of the story. Tell me about that night. I want to know everything in detail."

I lower my head, realizing she won't give me her opinion for now. Will she believe me? She's the only one I have hope in. Jaha and my mother will never believe me.

"Ona," she says, placing her hand on my shoulder. "If you don't talk to me, no one can defend you."

"Okay," I sigh. "I'll talk..."

"Start from the beginning, please."

"Yeah... So, um... I did go to a party... At least, Mapi convinced me to. I really didn't want to go at first," I began.

"Who is Mapi? Your best friend?"

"Yes."

"And so, you went?"

"Yeah... She took me to one of our old high school friends' place. She thought I'd be happy to see a familiar place."

"And that's where you took the opportunity to shoot up. You know, it's not bad if that's the case. It would be worse if you didn't admit it."

"No, I didn't shoot up. Please, don't push me..."

"Do you think?" she raises an eyebrow. "That I'm pushing you? I just said that if it was you, I want you to tell me now."

I nervously bite my lip. No, she's not pushing me. But I might say what she wants to hear if she insists a little. I shake my head to convince myself of what I think. A slight dizziness takes over.

"It's not me... Believe me, please. Okay, I wasn't an angel that night. I drank... Probably too much," I say, looking her straight in the eyes. "But that's all."

"You drank willingly?"

"Yeah... A few drinks at first, then we played drinking games where I was a willing participant," I admitted.

"Do you think you could have done it while drunk?"

Her tone is calm, reassuring. She's just trying to understand the how and why. She's not judging me, I can tell.

"If I didn't want to go to the party in the first place, it's because I knew it was risky. I felt clean, but someone like me can never predict how they'll react if they see drugs. However, I knew I couldn't come back here having taken something. I'm not that stupid,  Bronze."

"You don't know, do you? You don't know if it was you or not."

I look at her with horrified eyes. Indeed, I don't know if it was me or not. I think the answer terrifies me. I don't know how I would cope with that. I lower my head, too afraid her behavior will change knowing this.

"Well, I'll be honest with you. We both know you're far from stupid to have done it."

She leans forward so our eyes are well connected. How can she say such a thing after what she's just discovered? She should believe I'm guilty, that I did it. Not the opposite.

"Well, I still have some doubts, though. You're lucky we didn't find anything in your things, otherwise it would have been hard to defend you."

"Y-you searched my stuff?" I stammer in shock, my eyes wide.

"I had no choice. Wiegman wanted to do it personally to ensure no drugs were brought into the school. I spared you from her searching through your underwear collection."

I blush at the thought of  Bronze going through my underwear. Damn! They have no pity! That's very personal. I sigh as I feel a shiver run down my spine. It seems my respite didn't last long. I want to finish this conversation before  Bronze notices.

"Okay, let's go step by step. You owe me details so we can understand what happened. Only then can I defend your credibility."

"I already told you everything," I groan. "I met my old friends. We talked a bit before Mapi and I went out."

"What did you do?"

"We sat on some lounge chairs to chat about the latest gossip while having a few drinks."

"Okay, and then?" she encourages me.

I groan in frustration. I hate being in this accused position. I feel like I'm exposing myself by recounting every detail. But she's right. If I want to defend my credibility, I have to talk. To do that, I need to focus on remembering. I close my eyes.

"Then we joined the others for drinking games where we kept drinking. I was pretty tipsy, so Mapi took the opportunity to drag me onto the dance floor since it's the only time I agree to dance. The guys joined us shortly after. We were having a good time. I was happy to see them again. Then that's when..."

I abruptly open my eyes, finally remembering the missing piece of the puzzle. I don't have time to speak before I have to lean over the basin. Bronze barely had time to grab my hair. She immediately checks my slightly sweaty forehead. I slowly lie back down under her sigh. She helps me lie down before sitting back down. Damn it! How could I forget that part of the night!

"Do you feel capable of continuing? We can stop if you'd prefer."

"N-no! I-I want to talk," I say in a trembling voice.

"Good," she murmurs. "Then continue."

"Promise you won't repeat it?"

"No, I can't. It all depends on what it is."

I hesitate for a moment. I can't keep this to myself. It's way too important.  Bronze gently places her hand on my knee, as if trying to reassure me.

"I-I saw my ex again," I manage to say.

"Your ex?" she frowns.

"Her name is Feli, Feli Rauch. She's the one who... who got me into drugs... We didn't really end on good terms. I don't even remember breaking up with her. I just left without a word back then..."

"What was she doing there?"

"She said she came with a friend. She danced behind me, but I didn't know it was her until I turned around. I ran away outside, but she followed me. I let her talk, and she took the opportunity to apologize and say she missed me..."

My voice trembles. I can't get into more details. I've already said much more than I thought I could. Bronze's hand runs through my hair, prompting me to close my eyes. Her gesture slowly soothes me. To think these are just the main points.

"I know you're making an extraordinary effort by telling me all this, and I'm proud of you," she says softly. "It's the first time you've confided in me, and it makes me happy. I just ask for one more effort to tell me what else you remember."

"Not much, really," I murmur. "I let her say what she had to say and went back to find Mapi. I was shaken by seeing her again... Mapi didn't notice anything, so... so I just kept drinking... I-I feel stupid. I should have left the party after seeing her..."

- "You weren't in your right mind," she reassures me with a soft voice. "Do you think she could have forced you?"

- "I don't know... Maybe."

I tighten the blanket around me as I lift my head. She removes her hand and gives me a warm smile. I think that's a good sign. As for me, I don't know what to think anymore.

- "Have you asked your friends? Do they remember anything?"

- "Yes, of course, we talked while they drove me to the airport. Apparently, we separated around two in the morning. It was shortly after my meeting with Feli. So, they couldn't help me much. I was clean, Bronze... I was really clean."

I crack, my eyes slightly tearing up. I don't know who I'm trying to convince more with these words. She smiles at me a bit more.

- "I know, Ona. I know, don't worry," she repeats, moving some hair off my face. "You've done a lot. Thank you for being honest. Rest now. I'll get you a washcloth."

I close my eyes to relieve my sudden headache. It's crazy how everything came back all at once. I let out a groan when I feel the cold washcloth on my neck. Every time, she does this without warning. At first, I would jump, but now I'm used to it. She adjusts my blanket to cover me completely.

- "You won't say anything, right?"

- "If I don't say anything, they'll keep their opinion, Ona."

- "I don't care, as long as you believe me..."

- "We'll see."

- "You promised..."

- "I didn't promise anything. Seeing your ex who's a junkie never bodes well."

- "She won't do anything to me... She loves me too much for that."

- "Meanwhile, she's the most likely person to have drugged you. Your mother has the right to know."

- "Absolutely not," I say, reopening my eyes. "You can tell Wiegman, but not my mother! She doesn't need to know something like this!"

I don't see her anywhere. I understand that she's behind me. I would have liked to turn around, but I don't have the courage to move even a little toe. I tighten my blanket more around me as there's a knock on the door. Bronze sighs.

- "Well, we'll talk about it later."

Bronze opened the door because I hear Engen and Bright's voices in the room. I'm relieved that the conversation ends here. I don't know what time it is, but I imagine it's time to eat since they're here. It's always Bright or White who watches over me while Bronze goes to eat with Engen. I groan when someone shakes me slightly. It feels like an earthquake in my state. I open my eyes to find myself face to face with Bronze.

- "I'm leaving you with Bright while I eat. Do you want anything?"

- "No," I groan.

- "You haven't eaten anything for three days. You need to force yourself. Your cheeks are getting hollow."

- "Humm..." I grumble. "Don't want anything," I groan.

I close my eyes, which suddenly feel very heavy. I just want her to leave me alone.

- "Still not feeling better?" Engen asks.

- "She was fine since she woke up half an hour ago. It seems to be coming back."

- "I asked for some soup to be prepared for her. She needs something in her stomach given her state."

- "Ona," she shakes me once more.

- "Hummm."

- "Leave her alone. You can see she's out of it again," Engen says. "We'll bring her something and, if necessary, we'll force her."

I feel her hand leave my shoulder. This gesture makes me bury my head into my blanket. They keep talking a bit, but I've lost all sense of the conversation. It's only when silence reigns that I finally find sleep.

Wednesday, October 28; 8:30 PM - Bronze's Room.

I was sleeping peacefully until Bronze reappeared half an hour ago. We're alone again, and now she's forcing me to eat some damn soup. I'm leaning against the wall behind my bed, waiting for her spoonfuls against my will. She decided she wouldn't let me eat alone to make sure I eat. Well, okay... She might be right to do so. By doing this, she avoids me having to admit that I can't feed myself. So, I just open my mouth to please her. I feel like a child. I'm lucky my body accepts the food. It might be temporary, but it feels good to have something in my stomach. The soup gives me a bit of strength back.

- "You should take a shower too. You've been sweating all day."

- "Impossible," I mumble.

- "You stink, and my room smells like vomit, so it's non-negotiable."

- "I can't do it, Bronze. I'm way too cold and in too much pain to move an inch."

- "I've always helped you move."

- "I'm talking about in the shower."

- "Well, I'll help you if you want."

- "No way!" I groan.

She laughs heartily at my reaction. If she thinks I'll let her shower me again, she's dreaming! I accept the help with food, but definitely not with the shower.

- "Stop laughing, it's not funny!"

- "You've accepted my help so far. What's the problem?"

- "You're not going to help me take a shower! No way."

I'm almost sure my cheeks turn red with embarrassment. It must be the case, given the silly smile spreading on Bronze's face.

- "I'm not going to ask you to undress in front of me, Ona, if that's the issue. That would be crossing my boundaries as an instructor. You'll stay in your underwear. I just want you to freshen up a bit, it will do you good."

- "Please, Bronze... It's pure and simple humiliation."

- "Humiliation?" she laughs. "Nonsense. Well, if you see it that way... You'll try by yourself, and if you have any issues, call me. But one thing is for sure, you're getting under the water tonight. I want to take this opportunity to change your sheets and air out the room."

I hate her when she's like this. So commanding. I love that she's been taking care of me these past few days, but she remains insufferable when she wants something. I open my mouth when she brings the spoon closer. I can't wait for this situation to end. Hopefully soon. The bowl finally reaches the bottom. I sink directly into my bed after the last bite.

- "Nope, no way. Up!" she orders.

- "Tomorrow, please..."

- "No! You already pulled that yesterday and I let it go. There's no way I'm letting you pass again. It will do you good to stretch a bit. You'll thank me when all this is over."

I grumble as she pulls my arms to get me out of bed. I know she's right, but I'm definitely not going to admit it. I sit on the edge of the bed before placing my arm on her shoulders. Her arms around my waist support me until she sits me on the toilet in the bathroom. My legs were indeed very numb given the time it took us to move to the room.

- "Is that okay?"

- "Can I have a bit of privacy now?"

- "Yeah. Just leave your underwear on, just in case. I'll prepare some new clothes in the meantime."

I nod, and she leaves the room, closing the door. I take advantage of this moment to use the toilet since I rarely get up. I then lean against the sink to stay upright and remove my shorts and t-shirt. I place my t-shirt on the sink and leave my shorts on the floor. I don't feel capable of picking it up. I keep my underwear on as asked, then move under the shower. Fortunately, the instructors have a shower with a seat. I collapse onto it when I reach it. I sigh, realizing I forgot to grab the showerhead, forcing me to get up again. Once done, I turn the hot water on to the maximum to warm up... Bad idea given how it burns my skin. The surprise is such that I scream and drop the showerhead. It goes everywhere from the force of the jets, splashing a large part of the bathroom and me. I protect myself with one arm while reaching the faucet behind me. The water stops flowing, and I sigh in exasperation at my incompetence.

- "Are you okay?"

I look at the door where Bronze's voice is heard from behind. I let my head fall against the wall. I cover my chest with my arms. I'm freezing now. I close my eyes for a moment, hating myself for what I'm about to say.

- "Okay, you win," I reply loudly. "I need your help."

- "Can I come in?"

- "Yes."

The handle turns. I look away while she enters. I don't dare look at her. Few people have seen me in my underwear. She'll be the first to see my body so scantily clad in a year and a half. I can't help but tighten my arms around me, as if that would cover me. I've become very modest to the point of no longer liking going to the pool in a two-piece swimsuit. I turn my head when she doesn't come towards me right away. She's assessing the damage caused by the showerhead, thanks to my mishap. She raises an eyebrow, making me shrink my head into my shoulders. I hadn't realized it was that bad. The protective glass took most of it, but the sink, mirror, and my clothes weren't spared. I forget my fear of her scolding me and panic remembering that I left my bracelet, a birthday gift, on my t-shirt.

"Well done! I leave you alone for ten minutes and you make a mess," she smiles, picking up my shorts from the floor.

Her smile fades when she sees my face. She follows my eyes to my t-shirt. She grabs my bracelet and quickly wipes it with a towel.

"Don't worry, it's fine," she reassures me.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry," I breathe out. "I'm literally out of strength, everything hurts, and I'm cold! I can't take it anymore," I break down, summarizing my situation. "I'm fed up with all this crap, damn it."

"It's okay, I'm here now."

I'm on the verge of collapsing in front of her. I'm holding back so hard not to break down. I don't want her to see me in a state of weakness again. I'm already too much of that. That she sees my withdrawal crises, fine. But that she sees me cry because I'm at my wit's end, no way. She places my dirty, wet clothes in her laundry basket, then wipes the sink with a towel to place my new clothes on it. I watch her take off her shoes and roll up her pants and sleeves before stepping into the shower. Fortunately, it's an open shower with enough space. She picks up the showerhead and finally looks at me. My arms tighten instinctively. It's the first time she's really looked at me since she came in, and it makes me uncomfortable.

"I'll hold it. Do you feel capable of washing yourself, or do I need to take care of that too?"

"I think I can manage."

I want to manage it. I don’t want her to touch me. She smiles at me, trying to help me relax, but it’s not working at all. She turns on the water and adjusts the temperature with the mixer next to my head. She is very focused, watching the water flow over her hand until she says it’s just right. She looks into my eyes, waiting for my approval, but it never comes. I become even more tense than before and tighten my hands even more to hide my nudity.

"Come on Ona, take your hands off. I can’t do anything like this."

I shake my head vigorously, not caring about the dizziness. I close my eyes tightly to lessen it. I sincerely hope this situation will end soon. I thought I could manage for a moment, but I can’t. I’ve reached the point where no one can touch me without fear. I feel ridiculous for trembling like this. To my surprise, I hear the water stop and feel fingers under my chin lifting my head.

"Look at me."

I shake my head, fighting with myself.

"Please, Ona…" she persists. "Breathe calmly and at least dare to open your eyes," she encourages me.

I regulate my breathing as she taught me during my field runs. I then open my eyes to find her crouched down. I fall into her soft green irises. I startle when her hand rests on my cheek.

"Calm down. You don’t need to be ashamed or anything. What’s wrong?"

"Nothing…"

"Don’t kid me. If you don’t talk to me, I can’t help you."

I tense up as I feel her hand caress me. She has never been this gentle with me. I’m discovering sides of her that I never thought compatible with her character.

"Do you want me to leave the bathroom?" she asks.

I manage to shake my head from side to side. Even if I wanted her to leave, I can’t manage without her. I can’t even hold the showerhead.

"Alright, then take your hands off. I’m just going to spray you with water."

"I’m sorry, I—"

"Hey, trust me," she interrupts. "I’ve never crossed your boundaries, as far as I know."

I feel lost. I can’t think straight with her so close. After a while, my hands lose their grip. A small smile appears on her face. She carefully removes the last grip. I let my arms fall to the side, revealing my almost naked body. I watch her closely as she sees my tense body. It’s hard for her to hide her surprise, but she doesn’t comment. She just sprays water on me. The warm water helps me relax and feel better. She turns off the water once I’m completely wet. She puts shampoo into my hand. Everything is fine, but my arms start to hurt from holding them up to scrub my hair. She must have noticed because she starts doing it for me without me asking. I say nothing and close my eyes to enjoy this pleasant moment. No one has ever given me a scalp massage like she is now. She unconsciously eases my headache. I open my eyes when she turns the water back on.

"Tilt your head back, or you’ll get it all in your eyes."

"Why are you doing this?" I ask as I comply.

"Doing what? Helping you shower?"

"Taking care of me."

My question is followed by silence. I have a perfect view of her head as mine is tilted back. Her face is directly above mine so she can see what she’s doing. I’m sure I could see her cleavage if I lower my head. The question has been burning on my tongue for a while, but she doesn’t seem to want to answer. I can tell she doesn’t like leaving me under her colleagues’ care. It’s to the point where she refused another room to sleep in at night when the other instructors watch over me. She claims she doesn’t want any bed other than hers, but I think she mostly doesn’t want to be far from me in case something goes wrong.

"I’ve made your life impossible since I arrived, but you still help me," I insist.

"Everyone deserves help, don’t they? I sense that deep down, you want to change, but your behavior shows you haven’t had much support in your life… So, I’m giving you mine… Even if you make my life difficult," she adds with a smile. "Come on, open your hand."

I open it silently so she can put shower gel in it. I scrub my upper body first. Seeing that I can’t go further, she takes care of my legs after getting my permission. She avoids any areas that could be awkward, then rinses me one last time. She hangs up the showerhead and helps me stand. She wraps me directly in a large towel she had prepared. I bury myself in it, glad that it’s all over.

"Thank you… for everything," I murmur.

"I told you from the start, Ona. As long as I’m here, you won’t leave. I’ll be by your side and never abandon you," she announces, rubbing my arms to warm me up. "You may make my life difficult, but it’s a pleasure to get to know you and be able to help."

Her words touch me. I feel guilty. I really behaved like an idiot when I arrived. I didn’t understand anything.

"I’m sorry for everything I put you through…"

"Don’t apologize," she smiles. "Your behavior is completely normal. Now sit down."

With her help, I sit back on the toilet after she retrieves my clothes. She places them on my lap.

"Try to change and don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything, okay?"

"Yes, okay…"

She smiles and then leaves to give me some privacy. I remain shaken. It’s as if I’ve had an epiphany about her intentions. I feel foolish, but my heart swells with happiness. She can be annoying, but she takes care of me like no one has in a long time. She knows how to balance punishing me and helping me when I need it. She reminds me of Mapi, even though the two relationships are very different. I just feel like they will always be there to catch me when I need it. I sigh and let the towel drop. I take my time to remove my wet underwear and replace them with the new ones. I continue with my t-shirt, which I manage to put on this time, and grab my shorts… I think it’s one piece of clothing too many as I try to lift my legs. I give up just as someone knocks on the door.

"Yes?"

"Can I come in?"

"Yes, go ahead."

I’m not worried about it anymore. She’s already seen me in every possible situation, even in my underwear. She enters with the basin that is usually next to my bed. She places it next to the sink and turns to me.

"Any trouble?"

I show her my shorts, and she smiles. I turn my head towards the door when I notice a second presence. I feel embarrassed seeing Engen there. It’s okay if Bronze sees me like this, but Engen…

"I told you to stay in the room," sighs Bronze.

"Oh, come on! Hi, Ona."

"Hi…"

I keep my head down and try to hide my legs as much as I can. I don’t like being seen naked. It’s not as bad as before, but still! She finally leaves under the incessant requests from my instructor, who must have noticed my discomfort.

"Sorry, she helped me tidy the room," Bronze informs me once Engen is gone.

She crouches in front of me and takes the shorts from my hands. She asks me to lift one foot.

"I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable."

"I’ve already been more uncomfortable in the past four days."

She chuckles, and I lift my other foot to put it in the shorts. She pulls them up to my knees before standing up.

"I’ll let you do the rest, and to answer your question, you don’t need to be embarrassed, I’ve already told you."

She goes back to the sink to clean the basin and lets me handle things on my own. I don’t know how she does it. I wouldn’t be able to stand the smell in her place. I can already smell it from here, and it makes me want to vomit again. When she’s finished, she washes her hands and turns back to face me.

"Do you want me to tie your hair?"

I nod. She approaches me and makes a quick bun, as she has been doing for me these past few days. It’s more practical for many things. Then she helps me up, and we finally leave the bathroom. I’m surprised to see the change. It’s clear there’s fresh air here. The wide-open window is probably the main reason. As expected, my sheets have been changed, and she has also tidied my belongings that had invaded her personal space. Because yes, she brought my suitcase into her room since it hadn’t been unloaded from her car when we arrived. She lies me back on my bed where I snuggle under the blanket. The fresh air might be good, but it’s taking away all the warmth I gained from the shower. Engen is still in the room. She is sitting on Bronze’s bed, but I don’t pay her any attention. I turn my back to her to stare at the wall. I’m exhausted from this little excursion. It doesn’t take long for me to find my position and my sleep.

[evansbuck-ley]

anyway

tommy is a soccer coach dad. he gets dragged into it on day when they are both watching henry play and jeremy’s dad gets served divorce papers in front of everyone and runs off the field to call his wife. tommy wasn’t sure about it at first but by the end of the game he was in the swing of things. in fact that he gets a little too into it. he makes all the parents t-shirts with the teams name printed on the front and their kids name printed on the back and demand they wear them every single game. he makes sure he has snacks and drinks readily available for the kids. they have group huddles and game plans and tommy gives motivational speech’s. he cheers, he screams, he laughs and cries and people think he is insane bc no one ever wins because they are six.

whereas buck is a pta dad. when both of their kids are in school he signs up for it almost immediately. he goes to every meeting, helps organise every single school event. he send weekly emails to all the parents giving them updates on the going ons of the school. he organises the bake sale and goes all out because he will not lose to that bitch carol again even though she hadn’t won for three years in a row now. he even gets appointed president of the pta and holds that title until both henry and rosie are out of school.

also they are both chaperone dads. when henry starts high school they both sign up to be chaperones to the school dances. his freshman prom, henry nearly dies of embarrassment, bc when he is trying to have his first kiss with a very pretty cheerleader his dads are stood in the sidelines cheering him on.

[thatone-midgardian]

OC description

•Basic Information•

🔴 Name: Serena Edwin Stark-Potts 🔴 Age: 27 🔴 Sexuality: Straight 🔴 Gender: Female 🔴 Species: Human 🔴 Nicknames: Miss Stark, Ena, Rena, Starkling, Kid 🔴 Reason for Nicknames:

Miss Stark from her professional side;

Starkling from close relationships;

Ena from her niece Carolina and Rena from Daniella Romanoff;

Kid as used by her father Tony Stark and Stephen Strange.

🔴 From a Fandom?: Yes, Marvel Universe 🔴 Zodiac sign: Pisces (March 17, 1997)

•Physical Appearance and Traits•

🟠 Hair color: Dark brown 🟠 Hair type and length: Straight and shoulder-length 🟠 Eye color: Brown 🟠 Skin tone: Light tan 🟠 Face shape: Oval 🟠 Body type: Slim and athletic 🟠 Birthmarks: Small irregular crescent shape on her right shoulder 🟠 Scars: A few from training and fights, none notable 🟠 Predominant features: Her father's eyes 🟠 Height: 5'8" 🟠 Dominant hand: Right 🟠 Hair Style: Worn loose or in a half-up, half-down style when casual 🟠 Jewelry/Accessories: Stark tech bracelets, often wearing stud earrings and a watch 🟠 Are they healthy or not? Reason why: Healthy physically; She maintains an active lifestyle, trainings

🟠 Allergies: None known 🟠 Glasses?: No 🟠 What do they wear when they are home alone?: Comfortable, casual clothes like sweatpants and a T-shirt 🟠 Tattoos: None

•Mannerisms•

🟡 Speech Style: Sarcastic, witty with a bit of arrogance 🟡 Quirks: Often speaks in a sarcastic tone, tapping her foot when impatient, picking on her left hand 🟡 Positive traits: Intelligent, quick-witted, fiercely loyal 🟡 Negative traits: Stubborn, impulsive, occasionally narcissistic 🟡 Drives/Motivation: Prove herself, protect her family and those she cares about, live up to the Stark name 🟡 Sense of Humor: Dry, sarcastic, loves dark humor 🟡 Private or Public?: A mix of both but leaning towards private 🟡 Leader or Follower?: Leader, does listen to her mentors 🟡 Daredevil or cautious?: Daredevil when it comes to protecting those she loves 🟡 Optimistic/ Pessimistic/ Realistic?: Realistic 🟡 Speaker or Listener?: Speaker, but listens when necessary 🟡 Accent: Slight California accent 🟡 Voice Claims: Danielle Rose Russell (i guess) 🟡 Theme Song(s): “Back in Black” by AC/DC 🟡 Temperament: Calm but gets fiery when pushed too far 🟡 Talents: Combat, strategy, tech-savvy 🟡 Flaws: Overconfident, quick to make decisions without full consideration 🟡 Loud or quiet?: Loud mostly, but can be quieter when alone 🟡 Messy or organized?: Organized with her work, messy with personal items 🟡 Solo or team player?: Team player when it matters, though often prefers working alone 🟡 Introvert or extrovert?: Extrovert 🟡 Relaxed or serious?: A mix, more serious when needed 🟡 What will always make them cry?: Loss of family or loved ones 🟡 Do they celebrate their birthday?: Yes, usually with a small, close-knit gathering 🟡 What will make them smile?: Her siblings, family, inventing nice tech

•Background•

🟢 Hometown: Malibu 🟢 Social Class: Upper class 🟢 Education: MD and a few PhDs 🟢 First memory: Seeing her dad work in his workshop 🟢 Worst memory: The death of Tony Stark and Loki 🟢 Best memory: The day she got to reunite with Loki 🟢 Most important childhood event, why?: Getting the access to the lab for the very first time, sparked off her love for science and tech 🟢 Most influenced by: Her father, Tony Stark 🟢 Role models: Tony Stark, Dr. Stephen Strange 🟢 Where does the character live? And with who if they live with someone: She lived in a penthouse in Malibu with her parents, then the Stark Tower, now Fairburn, Georgia in a cabin 🟢 Do they want to move and where?: No, she’s happy with her family 🟢 Type of childhood: Comfortable, but with high expectations 🟢 Upbringing: Strict, loved and provided with guidance 🟢 Best Qualification: Combat and tech skills 🟢 Most important person in their life and why?: Tony Stark, her father, as he shaped her both emotionally and intellectually 🟢 House environment: Comfortable but professional, lots of tech equipment 🟢 Childhood crush: No notable childhood crush

•Family•

🔵 Mother: Pepper Potts 🔵 Father: Tony Stark 🔵 Siblings: Morgan Stark (younger sister) 🔵 Relationship with family?: Complex, terrible at expressing emotions. Adores her little sister 🔵 Any children? Do they want any?: No children yet, but would want them in the future 🔵 Pets: None 🔵 Extended Family: The Avengers family and friends 🔵 Close to family?: Yes 🔵 Are they related to anyone in their ancestry that was cool/important?: Descendant of the Stark family legacy, a big part of the Avengers

•Favorites and Least Favorites•

🟣 Favorite Movie: Speed 🟣 Least Favorite Movie: The Terminator 🟣 Favorite Book: Tintin: Red Rackham's Treasure 🟣 Least Favorite Book: Astérix and the Big Fight 🟣 Favorite Holiday: Christmas 🟣 Least Favorite Holiday: Valentine's day 🟣 Favorite Mythological creature: Phoenix 🟣 Least Favorite Mythological creature: Kraken

•Abilities and Biases•

⚪️ Affiliation: Avengers, Master of the Mystic Arts, Guardians of the Galaxy, Revengers ⚪️ Powers: None (relies on technology and combat skills) ⚪️ Powers limitations: None (doesn’t have powers, but can use tech-based armor) ⚪️ Weaknesses: No magical abilities- were stripped away by Karl Mordo, limited physical stamina compared to those with superhuman powers ⚪️ Allies: Avengers, Stephen, Wong ⚪️ How well known are they?: Known as well as Tony Stark ⚪️ Costume: A tech-based suit similar to Iron Man’s, but designed for her abilities ⚪️ Do they have a voice changer?: No ⚪️ Alias: Iron Sorceress ⚪️ Weapons: Custom gauntlets with energy blasts ⚪️ Gadgets/Tech: Stark tech, magic-enhanced armor ⚪️ Physical Weaknesses: No enhanced strength, vulnerable without armor ⚪️ Fears: Losing the people she loves ⚪️ Motivations: Protect her family, fight for justice ⚪️ Why do they do what they do?: To honor her father’s legacy and make a difference in the world ⚪️ Mental/Emotional weaknesses: Overconfidence leading to rash decisions, PTSD, anxiety ⚪️ Rivals: None particularly defined ⚪️ Romantic interest? Who if yes: Loki ⚪️ Do they have a known quote?:

“Starks don't give up.”

"Sometimes, the only way to move forward is to take a leap of faith."

"Let's just improv."

"Family isn’t always blood; sometimes it’s the people who make you feel seen, heard, and loved."

•Miscellaneous•

⚫️ If I could put them in a different universe or Fandom, which one?: The Sherlock Universe ⚫️ What was there first kiss like? Have they had it yet?: Yes, with Loki, gentle and full of emotion ⚫️ Have they ever lost somebody they loved and who was it? How did it impact them?: A lot, Tony Stark, Loki, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff. It made her more determined to protect those close to her ⚫️ What would happen if they were granted 3 wishes?: 1) Bring her father back for one day, 2) Make Loki immortal, 3) Have more time with her family ⚫️ They're stranded on an island with________ and they have 4 items, who and what do they bring?: Loki, a flashlight, food, a first aid kit, and a fire starter ⚫️ What quote do they feel portrays them?: “It’s not about the armor. It’s about the person who wears it.” ⚫️ Most prized possession and why is it prized?: A piece of tech that was designed by her father, a reminder of his legacy ⚫️ Have they ever stolen anything? Were they caught? Do they feel guilty or prideful?: Stolen a piece of Stark tech to test its limits, felt prideful ⚫️ What textures do they absolutely hate to feel?: Wet cotton fabric ⚫️ How long can they go without showering? When do they feel dirty?: Maybe one day; feels dirty after combats ⚫️ Where do they put their clothes when they’re dirty?: Laundry bin or pile in the corner ⚫️ Do they sleep with the bedroom door open or closed and why?: Closed for privacy ⚫️ If they woke up with animalistic features such as ears and a tail (that were different from the ones they already had) how would they react?: Frustrated, would try to get back to normal ⚫️ If they could only eat one thing for 20 days, what would they eat?: Pasta ⚫️ Do they re-read books they already have?: Yes, especially ones that resonate emotionally ⚫️ If they had the option to know when they would die, exact date, would they want to know or would they want to stay oblivious to it?: Stay oblivious to it ⚫️ What song would they listen to on repeat?: “Shoot to Thrill” by AC/DC ⚫️ Do they believe in a form of an afterlife?: Yes, believes in a peaceful afterlife ⚫️ Do they crack their joints?: Yes, it’s a habit ⚫️ Spicy, Savory, Sweet, Bitter, or Sour?: Savory ⚫️ Do they adopt stray animals?: No ⚫️ Do they procrastinate or do they get it done ASAP?: Gets it done ASAP ⚫️ What is the temperature when they shower?: Warm ⚫️ Do they daydream?: Yes, often about their adventures or what life could have been like with more time ⚫️ Do they work best in a messy or clean environment?: Clean environment ⚫️ Do they keep personal photos? Why?: Yes, keeps them to remind herself of happier times ⚫️ Do they indulge in anything?: Yes, caffeine ⚫️ Would they do the exact opposite that someone says to them just to spite them?: Yes, if it’s something trivial ⚫️ If they’re alone and they hear a noise, would they go check it out or would they hide? Why?: Check it out, she's curious ⚫️ If they’re lost, what is the first thing they do?: Stay calm, use her tech to figure out the situation ⚫️ What is a dream they had that was terrifying and made no sense to them?: A dream where she lost everything they care about and couldn't save anyone, she was being sucked into a void as their calls of her name echoed ⚫️ What is the stupidest thing they have ever done because someone said not to do it?: Ignored warnings about the risks of Stark tech ⚫️ Are they stoic or melodramatic about being injured?: Stoic but will show pain if it’s serious

Brief run down of an important moment for the character-

An important moment for Serena was when she discovered an old, hidden journal of her father's, Tony Stark, in his personal archives. The journal contained his thoughts on legacy, responsibility, and the future of both technology and the world. As Serena read through the pages, she felt an overwhelming sense of both pressure and purpose. It became clear that her father had always believed in her potential to carry on his work, but also to shape her own path. This moment fueled her resolve to continue pushing her boundaries, combining her father’s genius with her own magical abilities to protect the world in her own unique way. It solidified her commitment to honor his legacy, while also forging a future of her own.

Short run down of her storyline-

Serena Edwin Stark-Potts’ storyline begins with her growing up in the shadow of her famous father, Tony Stark, and being influenced by both his genius and his legacy. After Tony’s passing, Serena is faced with the pressure of continuing his work while also grappling with her own unique abilities, which blend technology and magic.

At first, she struggles with self-doubt, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders, especially as she becomes more aware of the legacy she’s inherited. She also deals with PTSD and anxiety, making her journey toward self-acceptance even more challenging. Her close bond with her sister Morgan Stark, as well as her friendships with people like Dr. Stephen Strange, help guide her through the toughest moments.

Serena finds solace in her relationship with Loki, where she learns to balance love with her own responsibilities. However, the discovery of her unique ability to merge magic with Stark technology becomes a turning point, allowing her to step out from her father’s shadow and create a new path for herself.

Her story is one of self-discovery, healing, and the constant balancing act between the hero she’s expected to be and the person she wants to become. As she grows into her role as the Iron Sorceress, she’s forced to confront her past while shaping the future, often choosing to fight for what she believes in—whether it’s the fate of the world or her own peace of mind.

Credits: @thanathecreator

[peterbythewayi]

Pool Party

Pairing: Benjamin "Benny" Miller x Anna "Edith" Kushing [not a couple yet], other guys and their wives/girlfriends.

Masterlist

“So, we bought beer, bought snacks, bought straws...” Santiago listed, holding a list in his hand, written in Frankie’s sloppy handwriting, and bending his fingers, “that seems to be all. We took the rest in advance.”

“Yeah,” Tom answered without looking, trying to open the tap to fill the pool with clean water.

After getting together and consulting, they decided to have a pool party to finally relax. They originally planned to have it with just the five of them as a bachelor party, but quickly changed their minds, allowing Frankie and Tom to bring their wives and Santiago to bring his girlfriend. Not without the quirks of Benny, who volunteered to invite Anna as well. The guys didn’t mind - they developed a good relationship after the joint mission, and the Millers became friends with the girl, constantly sending her parcels and receiving them in return. Of course, other guys also received packages from Kushing - just look at the collectible Metallica T-shirt she sent for Santiago. He, without exaggeration, wore it without taking it off until Will persuaded him to keep the T-shirt as a souvenir until he washed it to holes. In response to this little gift, Santiago seriously considered buying a pickup truck for the intern after learning that she did not have a car. Frankie managed to dissuade him from this crazy idea and at the last moment Garcia sent Anna a Rolex, while her pre-purchased gift was in his garage.

"Will Anna be there?" Santiago asked, turning to the guys. They shook their heads and shrugged their shoulders, to which he frowned in confusion, throwing his hands up: “Come on, no one even called her?”

“It’s easier to reach the president than her,” Tom chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, catching his friend’s frown.

"Where is your crazy one?" Frankie, who was helping Davis with a jammed tap, raised his head to Will.

The elder Miller, who was putting food into the mini-fridge, just shrugged.

“He told me not to wait for him,” he answered and closed the door, leaning his palm on it and looking around at the guys. "He has “business to do.”"

“We know his business,” Frankie snorted, squeezing the faucet harder with the adjustable wrench, causing the veins on his temples to bulge. “More precisely... one... specific... thing...” with these words, he pulled the key to the side and water gushed out of the faucet, filling the pool. The man wiped the sweat from his forehead and plopped down on the grass, trying to catch his breath.

Santiago just frowned at his words, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"She kept her legs closed, didn't she?" Tom grinned, for which he received disapproving glances from his friends and shut up.

There was a lot in Benny's life: the army, service, several wounds, battles. Among these items on the countless list there was no place for a simple nine-letter word - happiness. Benny lived by doing what he knew best, in his opinion, fighting. It was the only thing that helped him cope with PTSD - both Millers were too stubborn to go to a therapist, so they each dealt with it in their own way. And if Will, being more reserved, began to give motivational speeches as a speaker, then Benny chose mixed martial arts, where he could give his best. With the appearance of Anna in his life, everything turned upside down, and the guys, seeing how Benny looked at her, really wanted to think that it was all for the better. He deserved every share of the happiness that the girl, albeit unconsciously, brought into his life.

A loud roar of a car was heard in the street; Benny's red Ferrari drove into the area in front of the house and a second later its owner jumped out of the car, adjusting his cap on his head.

“Hey y'all,” he immediately waved his hand to his friends and began to make excuses: “Sorry, I was picking up Edith, it took her a long time to get ready.”

Anna, who came out after him, frowned and lightly pushed him with her shoulder, restraining herself from the impulse to kick him.

“Actually, you spent forty minutes looking for your glasses, which you left in the car,” she muttered, to which Santiago laughed loudly.

“Benny boy keeps throwing the responsibility onto others,” Frankie responded jokingly, approaching the couple and ruffling the guy’s hair, after which he turned to Anna herself: “How are you in general?”

“Alright,” she answered with a slight nod and put her hands in the pockets of her jeans, looking at the pool.

Will glanced at them quickly, noticing that Anna looked a little tired. She was wearing loose blue jeans and a cropped crop top that looked more like some kind of scarf, which she tied around her chest.

It’s not for me to judge, thought Will, welcoming the girl by the shoulders and nodding to her.

“Tired,” Santiago says immediately, clasping her jaw with his hand and lifting it up, forcing her to raise her head. There were dark circles under her eyes, which she apparently tried to hide with concealer "you're not sleeping?"

“Sleeping,” Anna mutters in response, looking away from her mentor when he lets go of her.

Lately, she really hadn’t been sleeping well, and in general she hadn’t been feeling very well — training and working late were taking their toll. It was very difficult to juggle all this, but she managed as best she could. But she didn't wanna discuss this with guys.

* * *

“Don’t you dare touch the kebab, Benjamin,” Frankie said sternly, seeing how the younger Miller was about to approach the grill.

He stopped and looked at his friend with an offended look.

“I didn’t plan this,” he stuck his tongue out at his friend, snorting.

Morales just rolled his eyes at this, heading into the house to change clothes.

Benny sighed, glanced quickly around the yard and instantly frowned when he saw Anna standing to the side, scrolling through her Instagram feed. This was expected - she was not a fan of noisy parties, and therefore always tried to stay away from it. But could Ben allow the lady to remain alone? Not on his duty.

He walked up to her with a cheerful gait and threw his long arm over her shoulders, pulling the girl closer to him.

"Bored?" the guy asked casually, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

“No,” Anna lied, clasping his hand hanging from her shoulder with hers. Benny instantly laced their fingers together, feeling the butterflies of excitement begin to flutter in his stomach again.

“Bullshit,” he snorted, “I know you’re uncomfortable. I can feel this a kilometer away.”

Anna just shrugged.

“Too... many people,” she said carefully, “Although Santiago has a very nice girlfriend.”

Benny rolled his eyes. Santiago's girlfriend was pretty, sure, but what the hell kind of girl is this year? He's even lost count. Santiago was a very prominent and even handsome man, but his trust issues, as well as being an avoidant type, kept him from being in a relationship for more than a month. Unlike Will, who did not pursue relationships, Santiago felt somewhat lonely, despite the fact that there were always people around him. He filled this loneliness with the girls with whom he entered into relationships. To some extent, Benny saw the similarity between his friend and Anna: she was also almost always among people, but at the same time it was as if she was not there - she withdrew into herself, closing herself off from the outside world when she became uncomfortable. But the girl never let guys get closer to her than at arm's length, in every sense.

"Did you want to come, or?" Benny suddenly asked, looking down at her.

"What?" Anna asked in bewilderment, almost choking on air from the surprise of the question.

He smiled faintly.

"Did you come because you wanted to or just because of me?" the guy repeated patiently.

"I... well, yeah?" she answered uncertainly and pulled away slightly from him, which did not escape his gaze, "why?"

“You’re out of your element,” he shrugged.

Anna's face changed instantly, becoming almost unreadable.

“I’m fine,” the girl said restrainedly, looking into the distance.

Benny hummed thoughtfully. It was not consent, but also not refusal, and therefore she did not know how to evaluate it. However, the conversation did not go any further and they continued to stand in an embrace, but in silence.

* * *

The party was in full swing when Santiago suddenly picked up the unexpected Anna in his arms and threw her into the pool - fully dressed. The girl screamed; her cry was swallowed up by the water, however, when she surfaced, she looked at her mentor with such a look that he realized that he's dead.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Anna gets out of the pool and throws a crumpled soda can at Santiago to the loud laughter of the guys.

“Hey,” he catches the can, putting it aside, “you’re at the pool party, remember?”

“Fuck off,” the girl growls in response, kicking him in the leg.

“Come on, don’t pout,” the man ruffles her wet hair with a smile, which angers her even more, “it was fun.”

Anna silently showed him her middle finger, kicking off her sandals as she walked. The wet jeans clung unpleasantly to her body, making her unbearably hot, but the prospect of showing off in front of five men and their women in the same underwear was such an idea.

Benny, noticing that Anna had gone into the house, quickly got out of the pool and, grabbing a towel, went after her. He didn't see what happened but her angry voice made him worry.

Behind him, Santiago quietly high-fived Will.

"Anna?" the guy opened the bathroom door, blotting his hair with a towel, "you here?"

“I’m not dressed,” came the answer, and Benny immediately slammed the door, turning away in embarrassment.

“Sorry, sorry,” he jabbered, leaning his back against the wall, “I didn’t see anything, if you’re worried..."

“Calm down,” Anna said a little louder. It was clear from her voice that she rolled her eyes.

"You there... what are you doing?" He turned his head slightly, glancing at the door.

A small fuss was heard behind her.

"Drying clothes."

"What?" Benny didn’t understand.

“I'm drying my clothes in the dryer,” the girl repeated.

"Ah. Oh."

"Yeah."

"Are you... mad?" the guy clarified uncertainly after a couple of minutes of silence.

"At what?"

"At the situation... At Santiago."

“He can go and fuck himself,” Anna opened the bathroom door, dressed again, but now more disheveled than before, “Dickhead.”

Benny couldn't help but smile. The girl often did not mince words, which made her so lively in communication. Over time, he became so accustomed to this that her calm behavior seemed to him like an alarm that “something is wrong.”

“That’s for sure,” he nodded, looking at her quickly, "You okay?"

“I am,” she muttered dissatisfiedly in response, trying to straighten her top, “fuck.."

Hearing her scolding, the guy looked up from her feet to her face and frowned.

"What happened?"

“I think I pulled the top too tight around my neck and it’s rising up,” the girl answered, groaning in disappointment, “fuck.”

"Need a help?" Benny raised his eyebrows.

Anna hesitated, pursed her lips in embarrassment and turned to him. She used her hands to lift her short, dyed hair up, exposing her back and the strings of her top around her neck.

Benny stepped forward and carefully untied the tight knots, which forced the girl to hold the front of her top. He almost stopped breathing when her scar on her back, which he had not seen before, caught his eye. Oh my God, the guy thought, frozen for a moment in shock, looking at the brown, uneven spot on the pale skin. It looked like a scar from some kind of burn or something else...

Benny realized he'd been staring too long when Anna fidgeted, turning her head slightly to the side as if to suggest, "Aren't you done there?" He deftly began to tie the top around her neck, feeling his fingers tremble with nerves.

"Isn’t it tight?" the guy asked, making a test knot.

“No, it's good,” the girl nodded, straightening her top in front, “make another knot.”

“Uh-huh,” Benny hummed in response and complied with her request, “All done.”

“Thank you,” she answered quietly, finally turning to face him.

She did not move away from him; on the contrary, it seemed to him that she even moved closer. Benny was still wet and disheveled from the pool, with a towel draped over his shoulders. The water from his damp hair dripped onto his bare chest, running down his abs and over the waistband of his swim trunks. The bright, childish blue eyes opposite him shone as he looked at her from under his long, thick eyelashes. At the bottom of his dilated pupils, mischievous lights danced, never going out, even in the most difficult situations. Anna unconsciously ran her gaze over his face, noticing the stubble that covered his cheeks and chin, and could not hold back the sigh that tried to escape her lips.

Benny himself did not dare take his eyes off her, absorbing every detail of her appearance. He stood so close that he even noticed the barely visible freckles on her once-broken nose. The once-former complex of an uneven nose with a barely visible hump in profile, which Anna imposed on herself, became her highlight, giving her soft facial features sharpness. Her large, golden-brown eyes, so bright and shining, in the rays of the setting sun breaking through the window, resembled a molten alloy of gold, casting a barely noticeable greenish tint. Damn, she looked so beautiful now. All Ben could think was that he just wanted to cup her face in his hands and kiss her right there in the hallway of Frankie's house.

"Benny?" Anna called quietly, almost hesitantly.

He flinched when he heard her voice and realized that he had unconsciously leaned too close to her face, freezing just inches from her lips. Looking up, the guy swallowed hard; her warm breath touched his lips as she lifted her head slightly up to look into his eyes. It was so damn hard to hold back when she looked up at him with those almost puppy dog ​​eyes.

"Yeah?" he muttered hoarsely in response, not yet pulling away.

“We should go back,” the girl said quietly, “the guys might start to worry.”

“I don’t care,” Benny replied, placing his hands on her waist. She did not pull away - on the contrary, she carefully touched his ribs with her thin, long fingers, exhaling raggedly.

“Benny...” Anna whispered barely audibly, swallowing from nerves.

It was painfully obvious that they both wanted this. So much so that they didn’t even need to say anything for this - everything was clear and without words. However, they continued to stand, holding each other, like two teenagers experiencing sympathy for the first time. So hilarious.

Leaning even lower, Ben gently touched the tip of his nose to her nose, as if asking her permission - may he? This gesture, so sweet and innocent, was absolutely not his style - Anna thought that he would be more confident, more impudent, but no. He was in no hurry. Absolutely. And this almost made her angry, so much so that she was ready to close this last distance between them herself, but Santiago’s loud voice made her flinch and move away:

"Benny! Anna! Where the fuck are you?"

An irritated sigh, almost a growl, escaped the guy’s lips; Pulling away from the blushing and embarrassed girl, he looked around, noticing Santiago in the living room.

"What's happened?"

“We’ve been looking for you for almost forty minutes,” the man said displeasedly, snorting, “let’s go, we’re already opening the second box of beer.”

Benny sighed.

"We'll come now."

Santiago seemed satisfied with this answer and he quickly disappeared, leaving them in the house again.

From the face of the red and embarrassed Anna, who was standing almost a kilometer away from him, Benny realized that the moment had been missed. Fucking Garcia, fucking pain in ass.

“Let’s go,” the girl nodded without looking, heading towards the exit.

The younger Miller sighed again, silently following the girl.

It was too perfect a moment.

[katanadepapel]

GOONGALA!!!!!

Finally I did my Casey Jones of TOTTMNT!

I decided to mix it with the Casey Jones 2007, Casey Jones 2012 and Casey Jones Jr 2022 versions (my third favorite), since my first one is this one and the second one is the 2012 one 😍🥰

Here's my summary about him, his bio, my headcanons and more!

•Name: Arnold Bernin Casey Jones Jr, also known as "CJ"

*Other nicknames: Case, the avenger, toothless.

•Age: 17 years old

•Sign: Sagittarius

•Country: Mexico 🇲🇽

•Religion: Catholic (not a stereotype, but I thought it was cool that Casey was Catholic)

•Like: April O'Neil, his sister Victoria and his sister (of consideration) Naomi, annoying Raphael, working out, playing Freefire and Fortnite, eating hot dogs, sleeping late if he lets them, Coca Cola zero, strong coffee without sugar, and beating up villains.

•Dislikes: Waking up early, cockroaches, too much candy, going to the dentist, injustice at school or on the street, corruption and bandits like the purple dragons.

•Physical description: Casey is a tall, thin mexican boy with wavy black hair that he usually wears in a half-up ponytail, or ponytail. He has a unique style, half geek, half rocker, usually wearing ripped jeans, graphic t-shirts, and his frayed hoodies and vests. His eyes are dark blue and he has a mischievous and confident expression.

•Personality traits: Rebellious, talkative, passionate, loyal, and adventurous.

•Background: Casey's father is an FBI agent and his mother owns a beauty salon. He has two sisters, Angel and Victoria, and a close-knit family. He is a talented hockey player and enjoys roller skating and playing video games with his best friend Raphael, or skate with your sister of consideration, Naomi Mendes.

•Motivations: Casey's main goals are to impress his crush, April O'Neil, and prove his independence from his overbearing father. He also wants to protect his new friends, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and maintain his rebellious image.

•Weaknesses: Impulsive, hot-headed, and sometimes reckless in his actions. He can also be insecure about his father's high expectations and his own self-worth.

• Relationships: Casey is best friends with Naomi Mendes and Raphael, and has a crush on April O'Neil. He is also close to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, who he considers his friends and allies. He is a very protective and caring brother to his four-year-old sister Victoria (I made up the name), but also worried about his older twin Angel.

• Character arc (my fanfic): Over the course of the story, Casey learns to balance his rebellious nature with more responsible behavior, and he gains a deeper understanding of his family and the importance of his friendships.

• Quirks or habits: Casey has a habit of chewing on the end of his hockey stick when he is deep in thought. He also loves rollerblading and often does tricks to impress his friends.

• Dialogue: Casey often speaks in a confident and sarcastic tone, with a hint of a Latin accent. He is not afraid to speak his mind and is not afraid to stand up to authority figures.

•Language and speech style: Casey speaks primarily English, but also incorporates some Spanish slang and expressions, reflecting his Latino heritage. He has a rapid, colloquial speech pattern, frequently using phrases such as "rostro", "hermano", and "de verdad".

•Internal conflicts: Casey struggles with his desire for independence and his need for approval from his father. He also deals with feelings of insecurity and fear of disappointing his family.

[serenastark-official]

OC description

•Basic Information•

🔴 Name: Serena Edwin Stark-Potts 🔴 Age: 27 🔴 Sexuality: Bisexual 🔴 Gender: Female 🔴 Species: Human 🔴 Nicknames: Miss Stark, Ena, Rena, Starkling, Kid 🔴 Reason for Nicknames:

Miss Stark from her professional side;

Starkling from close relationships;

Ena from her niece Carolina and Rena from Daniella Romanoff;

Kid as used by her father Tony Stark and Stephen Strange.

🔴 From a Fandom?: Yes, Marvel Universe 🔴 Zodiac sign: Pisces (March 17, 1997)

•Physical Appearance and Traits•

🟠 Hair color: Dark brown 🟠 Hair type and length: Straight and shoulder-length 🟠 Eye color: Brown 🟠 Skin tone: Light tan 🟠 Face shape: Oval 🟠 Body type: Slim and athletic 🟠 Birthmarks: Small irregular crescent shape on her right shoulder 🟠 Scars: A few from training and fights, none notable 🟠 Predominant features: Her father's eyes 🟠 Height: 5'3" 🟠 Dominant hand: Right 🟠 Hair Style: Worn loose or in a half-up, half-down style when casual 🟠 Jewelry/Accessories: Stark tech bracelets, often wearing stud earrings and a watch 🟠 Are they healthy or not? Reason why: Healthy physically; She maintains an active lifestyle, trainings

🟠 Allergies: None known 🟠 Glasses?: No 🟠 What do they wear when they are home alone?: Comfortable, casual clothes like sweatpants and a T-shirt 🟠 Tattoos: None

•Mannerisms•

🟡 Speech Style: Sarcastic, witty with a bit of arrogance 🟡 Quirks: Often speaks in a sarcastic tone, tapping her foot when impatient, picking on her left hand 🟡 Positive traits: Intelligent, quick-witted, fiercely loyal 🟡 Negative traits: Stubborn, impulsive, occasionally narcissistic 🟡 Drives/Motivation: Prove herself, protect her family and those she cares about, live up to the Stark name 🟡 Sense of Humor: Dry, sarcastic, loves dark humor 🟡 Private or Public?: A mix of both but leaning towards private 🟡 Leader or Follower?: Leader, does listen to her mentors 🟡 Daredevil or cautious?: Daredevil when it comes to protecting those she loves 🟡 Optimistic/ Pessimistic/ Realistic?: Realistic 🟡 Speaker or Listener?: Speaker, but listens when necessary 🟡 Accent: Slight California accent 🟡 Voice Claims: Danielle Rose Russell (i guess) 🟡 Theme Song(s): “Back in Black” by AC/DC 🟡 Temperament: Calm but gets fiery when pushed too far 🟡 Talents: Combat, strategy, tech-savvy 🟡 Flaws: Overconfident, quick to make decisions without full consideration 🟡 Loud or quiet?: Loud mostly, but can be quieter when alone 🟡 Messy or organized?: Organized with her work, messy with personal items 🟡 Solo or team player?: Team player when it matters, though often prefers working alone 🟡 Introvert or extrovert?: Extrovert 🟡 Relaxed or serious?: A mix, more serious when needed 🟡 What will always make them cry?: Loss of family or loved ones 🟡 Do they celebrate their birthday?: Yes, usually with a small, close-knit gathering 🟡 What will make them smile?: Her siblings, family, inventing nice tech

•Background•

🟢 Hometown: Malibu 🟢 Social Class: Upper class 🟢 Education: MD and a few PhDs 🟢 First memory: Seeing her dad work in his workshop 🟢 Worst memory: The death of Tony Stark and Loki 🟢 Best memory: The day she got to reunite with Loki 🟢 Most important childhood event, why?: Getting the access to the lab for the very first time, sparked off her love for science and tech 🟢 Most influenced by: Her father, Tony Stark 🟢 Role models: Tony Stark, Dr. Stephen Strange 🟢 Where does the character live? And with who if they live with someone: She lived in a penthouse in Malibu with her parents, then the Stark Tower, now Fairburn, Georgia in a cabin 🟢 Do they want to move and where?: No, she’s happy with her family 🟢 Type of childhood: Comfortable, but with high expectations 🟢 Upbringing: Strict, loved and provided with guidance 🟢 Best Qualification: Combat and tech skills 🟢 Most important person in their life and why?: Tony Stark, her father, as he shaped her both emotionally and intellectually 🟢 House environment: Comfortable but professional, lots of tech equipment 🟢 Childhood crush: No notable childhood crush

•Family•

🔵 Mother: Pepper Potts 🔵 Father: Tony Stark 🔵 Siblings: Morgan Stark (younger sister) 🔵 Relationship with family?: Complex, terrible at expressing emotions. Adores her little sister 🔵 Any children? Do they want any?: No children yet, but would want them in the future 🔵 Pets: None 🔵 Extended Family: The Avengers family and friends 🔵 Close to family?: Yes 🔵 Are they related to anyone in their ancestry that was cool/important?: Descendant of the Stark family legacy, a big part of the Avengers

•Favorites and Least Favorites•

🟣 Favorite Movie: Speed 🟣 Least Favorite Movie: The Terminator 🟣 Favorite Book: Tintin: Red Rackham's Treasure 🟣 Least Favorite Book: Astérix and the Big Fight 🟣 Favorite Holiday: Christmas 🟣 Least Favorite Holiday: Valentine's day 🟣 Favorite Mythological creature: Phoenix 🟣 Least Favorite Mythological creature: Kraken

•Abilities and Biases•

⚪️ Affiliation: Avengers, Guardians of the Galaxy ⚪️ Powers: None (relies on technology and combat skills) ⚪️ Powers limitations: None (doesn’t have powers, but can use tech-based armor) ⚪️ Weaknesses: No magical abilities- were stripped away by Karl Mordo, limited physical stamina compared to those with superhuman powers ⚪️ Allies: Avengers, Stephen, Wong ⚪️ How well known are they?: Known as well as Tony Stark ⚪️ Costume: A tech-based suit similar to Iron Man’s, but designed for her abilities ⚪️ Do they have a voice changer?: No ⚪️ Alias: Iron Sorceress ⚪️ Weapons: Custom gauntlets with energy blasts ⚪️ Gadgets/Tech: Stark tech, magic-enhanced armor ⚪️ Physical Weaknesses: No enhanced strength, vulnerable without armor ⚪️ Fears: Losing the people she loves ⚪️ Motivations: Protect her family, fight for justice ⚪️ Why do they do what they do?: To honor her father’s legacy and make a difference in the world ⚪️ Mental/Emotional weaknesses: Overconfidence leading to rash decisions, PTSD, anxiety ⚪️ Rivals: None particularly defined ⚪️ Romantic interest? Who if yes: Loki ⚪️ Do they have a known quote?: 

“Starks don't give up.”

"Sometimes, the only way to move forward is to take a leap of faith."

"Let's just improv."

"Family isn’t always blood; sometimes it’s the people who make you feel seen, heard, and loved."

•Miscellaneous•

⚫️ If I could put them in a different universe or Fandom, which one?: The Sherlock Universe ⚫️ What was there first kiss like? Have they had it yet?: Yes, with Loki, gentle and full of emotion ⚫️ Have they ever lost somebody they loved and who was it? How did it impact them?: A lot, Tony Stark, Loki, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff. It made her more determined to protect those close to her ⚫️ What would happen if they were granted 3 wishes?: 1) Bring her father back for one day, 2) Make Loki immortal, 3) Have more time with her family ⚫️ They're stranded on an island with________ and they have 4 items, who and what do they bring?: Loki, a flashlight, food, a first aid kit, and a fire starter ⚫️ What quote do they feel portrays them?: “It’s not about the armor. It’s about the person who wears it.” ⚫️ Most prized possession and why is it prized?: A piece of tech that was designed by her father, a reminder of his legacy ⚫️ Have they ever stolen anything? Were they caught? Do they feel guilty or prideful?: Stolen a piece of Stark tech to test its limits, felt prideful ⚫️ What textures do they absolutely hate to feel?: Wet cotton fabric ⚫️ How long can they go without showering? When do they feel dirty?: Maybe one day; feels dirty after combats ⚫️ Where do they put their clothes when they’re dirty?: Laundry bin or pile in the corner ⚫️ Do they sleep with the bedroom door open or closed and why?: Closed for privacy ⚫️ If they woke up with animalistic features such as ears and a tail (that were different from the ones they already had) how would they react?: Frustrated, would try to get back to normal ⚫️ If they could only eat one thing for 20 days, what would they eat?: Pasta ⚫️ Do they re-read books they already have?: Yes, especially ones that resonate emotionally ⚫️ If they had the option to know when they would die, exact date, would they want to know or would they want to stay oblivious to it?: Stay oblivious to it ⚫️ What song would they listen to on repeat?: “Shoot to Thrill” by AC/DC ⚫️ Do they believe in a form of an afterlife?: Yes, believes in a peaceful afterlife ⚫️ Do they crack their joints?: Yes, it’s a habit ⚫️ Spicy, Savory, Sweet, Bitter, or Sour?: Savory ⚫️ Do they adopt stray animals?: No ⚫️ Do they procrastinate or do they get it done ASAP?: Gets it done ASAP ⚫️ What is the temperature when they shower?: Warm ⚫️ Do they daydream?: Yes, often about their adventures or what life could have been like with more time ⚫️ Do they work best in a messy or clean environment?: Clean environment ⚫️ Do they keep personal photos? Why?: Yes, keeps them to remind herself of happier times ⚫️ Do they indulge in anything?: Yes, caffeine ⚫️ Would they do the exact opposite that someone says to them just to spite them?: Yes, if it’s something trivial ⚫️ If they’re alone and they hear a noise, would they go check it out or would they hide? Why?: Check it out, she's curious ⚫️ If they’re lost, what is the first thing they do?: Stay calm, use her tech to figure out the situation ⚫️ What is a dream they had that was terrifying and made no sense to them?: A dream where she lost everything they care about and couldn't save anyone, she was being sucked into a void as their calls of her name echoed ⚫️ What is the stupidest thing they have ever done because someone said not to do it?: Ignored warnings about the risks of Stark tech ⚫️ Are they stoic or melodramatic about being injured?: Stoic but will show pain if it’s serious

Brief run down of an important moment for the character-

An important moment for Serena was when she discovered an old, hidden journal of her father's, Tony Stark, in his personal archives. The journal contained his thoughts on legacy, responsibility, and the future of both technology and the world. As Serena read through the pages, she felt an overwhelming sense of both pressure and purpose. It became clear that her father had always believed in her potential to carry on his work, but also to shape her own path. This moment fueled her resolve to continue pushing her boundaries, combining her father’s genius with her own abilities to protect the world in her own unique way. It solidified her commitment to honor his legacy, while also forging a future of her own.

Short run down of her storyline-

Serena Edwin Stark-Potts’ storyline begins with her growing up in the shadow of her famous father, Tony Stark, and being influenced by both his genius and his legacy. After Tony’s passing, Serena is faced with the pressure of continuing his work while also grappling with her own unique abilitie.

At first, she struggles with self-doubt, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders, especially as she becomes more aware of the legacy she’s inherited. She also deals with PTSD and anxiety, making her journey toward self-acceptance even more challenging. Her close bond with her sister Morgan Stark, as well as her friendships with people like Dr. Stephen Strange, Wong, America Chavez help guide her through the toughest moments.

Her story is one of self-discovery, healing, and the constant balancing act between the hero she’s expected to be and the person she wants to become. As she grows into her role as the Iron Gal, she’s forced to confront her past while shaping the future, often choosing to fight for what she believes in—whether it’s the fate of the world or her own peace of mind.

Credits: @thanathecreator

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There are so many things I do instead of writing on my own game. And one of it includes NSFW FF for @pressplay-if

BCS I haven't bitten you today yet. (Yes it's shortly past midnight, get over it, I'm at work and I'm having so many thinkerings about Lincoln.)

Written with m Lin and TM MC in mind. I will only ever write TM MC. You can't stop me.

This is smut, so I will moderate heavily on it. Also mention of self harm scars.

Lincoln makes an audible "oof" as he falls onto the mattress, and your body follows him on top. Well, technically he has been pulling you with him onto the mattress, not that you're too annoyed by it, but landing on his stomach wasn't as soft as the TV Shows and movies always made it out to be.

You pull yourself up into a sitting position, your hair cascading down, he watches it intently. Both hands are placed on the mattress next to him. "Now what?" You ask.

It's not that you didn't have a handful of extremely awkward sexual encounters before, or that you had never thought of being on top of another person. There tends to be one really important logistical error on those fantasies. You're honestly lazy and sex has never been a motivator on your end.

"Do whatever you want to me." Lincoln answers, his words hasty, as his hands reach your legs, slowly caressing them, until they stop at your hips. His eyes flicker down to his hands and then back up.

You cock your head, looking over his face. Sure, he seems to be happy with whatever you will do. You could ask him to flip you over and go crazy until he's satisfied. You could probably slap his face and he'd thank you for it. It's not that you don't care which one, but both ends sound fine to you. "I do really well with instructions, Lin."

"O-oh." He looks away, for a moment, flushing cheeks, he turns back to you, rather determined, he gives you an instruction. "Hurt me."

"Okay, I can do that." You finally lean back and shift your entire weight on his hips. If Lin had been older, you wouldn't do that, but you can make him sore without much moving. He wants to be hurt? He picked a great person to do that.

His fingers hold onto your hip, biting his lip for just a moment- He thinks you're going to chicken out. You give him a smile and reach for the hem of your T Shirt, it's enough to keep him entertained, while you take a look around his bedroom.

"You're rich." You finally remark. His fingers glide to join yours, but as they touch you scratch him, a gasp escapes him and he retreats his hands to your hip. "You could have anyone, really. It's not like anyone would say no. Not with the amount of money you have."

Lin answers quickly, "I don't want anyone, I want-"

"Me." You interrupt him. "You want me. You want someone who hurts you, defies you, takes away. And I know why it has to be me." You take your time taking your shirt off. It doesn't have to be sexy, or hot. He wants you, for what you are. You let him look you up and down. His eyes are halting first at your chest, you have forgotten how intimidating the mastectomy scars can look to someone who hasn't seen them before. His eyes widen and it slowly clicks in his brain. Instinctually, his eyes wander to your crotch, you know the kind of questions he has.

You answer none, instead you let your hands travel below his shirt as you carefully rock back and forth. It takes a moment, a good moment where his eyes flutter shut, and you can hear him suppress a moan in the back of his throat. But eventually he lays eyes on your hands, and subsequently, your wrists.

"There is a pain inside you, that no one was able to take care of. And it resonates with the pain I sing about." You hum some lyric before continuing, "Maybe you're jealous, or just a coward."

You brace yourself when suddenly his hips roll against yours. There goes your pretty speech, you were so ready to degrade him for connecting to your music while having none of your struggles. You're sure if you talk now, moans and stutters would escape you. You suddenly feel much more aware of yourself, grinding against him, technically being the least clothed person in the room. And how hot your face is getting.

A shaky breath escapes you as you push your hair behind your ear. You then dig your nails into his side, trying to find steady ground in him, but Lincoln offers none. "Fuck you," you breathe, "I was going to- ah-" you bite your tongue to keep yourself quiet.

Your muscles feel tight, like they are begging to be fed, and they only desire one thing. You want to give into it, as he pulls and pushes your hips against his. "Call you pathetic." You try to breathe, "For wanting me." There is an urge inside you to crawl inside him, to enjoy the warmth of his body. You claw at his stomach. Your fingernails are digging into the skin before quickly pulling them across his skin, leaving deep red marks on him.

He lets out a shaky moan, and it feeds the need inside you. Lin is so stupid for making you need him, want him, for filling the emptiness inside of you, and a part of you wants to strangle him. Instead you both stop at the sound of your hand connecting to his cheek. A red spot forms on his face and you reach out, wide eyed, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that and-"

"Do that again."

You blink, voice quieter now, "What?"

He lets out another shaky breath before finding your line of sight, "Hit me again." You open your mouth to answer and close it shut again. You had partners who liked being scratched and bitten- but hit? "That's an instruction." He adds.

"Okay." You nod, but first your hand cups his face, your fingers caressing the red spot. You make sure to hit the spot again, the red deepening quickly, a few times more and you're sure it'll bruise. You watch as Lincolns chest rises quickly, his head pushed into the mattress. And it finally clicks for you. Hurt him.

"You're getting off on this." You say, sounding a bit too excited, "You really meant it. To hurt you. Physically." You grasp his hand and pull it closer to your face, "You're going to let me do anything."

He nods eagerly, "Anything, really- Just hurt me." You grin not unlike a child, toothy and way too wide. You bring his wrist to your mouth and bite down.

Lincolns gasp and cry of pain fills your insides. You hold eye contact until he bleeds, and then you lick it up from his arm. Something carnal has been awakened, and you find yourself bitting, hitting, grinding, scratching, whatever you can do. His body is like one of those dolls you used to have, all easy to push around, manipulate, and destroy.

You wouldn't kill him, no. You're not that unhinged. But he opened up an opportunity you hadn't before in sex, to do what you want, to let your instincts and impulses take over. You don't even need to think. All you need is to take him, consume him, hurt him. And you have an appetite.

[mariacallous]

The kids are NOT alright

https://www.npr.org/2024/06/16/nx-s1-5003933/young-voters-conservative-trump-turning-point

Sporting a "Pretty Girls Vote Republican" baseball cap and several buttons, including one reading "Gun Rights are Women's Rights," Lauren Kerby was surprised to be asked who she plans to vote for in the fall.

"Obviously Trump," the 21-year-old from Berkeley, Mich., said with a laugh. "I came here for a reason."

Here is the 'People’s Convention,' run by Turning Point Action, the advocacy wing of Turning Point USA, one of the largest national organizations focused on engaging students on conservative issues.

Turning Point - which rose out of concerns about free speech on college campuses, has grown into an unapologetically pro-Trump machine, focused on organizing for the former president ahead of the 2024 election.

It hosts events like these, attracting voters like Kerby and hundreds of others like her who want to party, young conservative style.

And this is certainly a Trump show. At the Huntington Place Convention Center in downtown Detroit, a bejeweled presidential seal with Trump’s face in the center rests on the hood of a gold-painted Mercedes-Benz. At a nearby booth among dozens, vendors are selling "America First" cowboy hats and shirts reading, "Voting Convicted Felon, 2024."

The festivities this year come as Turning Point Action works to significantly expand its organizing presence in key swing states ahead of the general election, including Michigan, home to this year’s conference.

Just five months out, enthusiasm for Trump is high among younger attendees. NPR spoke with more than a dozen voters under 30 who remain committed to Trump, motivated to vote for him largely because of his isolationist ideas and focus on the economy and immigration.

Their unwavering support stands in contrast to the sentiment of many younger Democratic voters, who remain unsure or unenthused about backing President Biden again.

Trump took the stage Saturday night as the event headliner. He ticked through his proposed second-term agenda and criticized Biden’s record, making little mention of the youth-focused nature of the event, outside of publicly thanking Turning Point founder and longtime supporter, Charlie Kirk, who is a millennial.

“[Kirk’s] got his army of young people,” Trump said to a crowd of over 8,000, according to Kirk. Though Turning Point staff told NPR that around 3,000 of the attendees were students.

“These are young patriots. They don’t want to see… what's been happening in our country," Trump added.

The former president’s remarks came after two days of speeches from conservative firebrands and high-profile Trump allies, including Republican National Committee co-chair and Trump’s daughter-in-law Lara Trump, former presidential candidate Vivek Ramaswamy, Rep. Matt Gaetz (R-Fla.) and Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene (R-Ga.)

This year’s conference also comes just over two weeks after a New York jury found Trump guilty of criminal charges, a decision that could negatively impact his chances with younger voters. The latest Harvard youth poll, published in March, found a potential guilty verdict increased Biden’s lead by 10 percentage points among young Americans overall.

Much like their unwavering support in the election, though, voters at the event are unphased by his conviction. His mugshot is displayed on the posters and t-shirts of attendees.

To 20-year-old activist James Hart of Tallahassee, Fla., the verdict has little effect.

“I don’t really think, at this point, anyone’s feelings changed. I think everyone knows who they’re going to vote for. We know Trump. Trust me – we know Joe Biden,” said Hart. “We know their policy. We know how they're going to act. And I trust Trump.”

Where young conservatives stand

For Kerby from Berkeley, Mich., supporting Trump partially stems from his push for isolationism, including limiting U.S. aid to Ukraine in its war with Russia.

“He’s focused on what’s happening here,” she said, pointing instead to Trump’s focus on reducing illegal immigration.

“Not saying that other places don't matter, but we should matter first,” Kerby’s friend, Elaina Luca, 21, added. “When you're in a family, you make sure that your family is okay first.”

Luca is also backing Trump. As a mom with two young kids, she’s most concerned about rising prices.

“When I drive around and see a nice house, I like to look up how much it's sold for,” she explained. “In today's economy, it's like, ‘Oh, wow, how did these people even afford that? …And it's like, ‘Oh no, they bought it in 2012 for like $150,000 and now it's worth like $1 million.”

“How am I supposed to get a house to raise my children to live in?” she wondered aloud, “I don't want to pay for a house for the rest of my life.”

Turning Point’s 2024 strategy

While Turning Point’s non-profit side has held student conferences for nearly a decade, also sprinkled with appearances from Republican politicians and conservative media figures, this conference marks just the second for Turning Point Action.

The activist network has morphed into a more pronounced political force, planning to ramp up its organizing ground game ahead of the election.

“It's night and day,” said Turning Point Action spokesman Andrew Kolvet. “Any activities we did, in 2022 for example, in the midterms, was like the Stone Age compared to the level of sophistication and just the resources that we’ve poured into this project to develop it.”

Kolvet is talking about the group’s “Chase the Vote” initiative, a get-out-to-vote campaign focused on reaching low-propensity voters in swing states that launched earlier this spring. Trump recently endorsed the program during a separate Turning Point event in Arizona, another pivotal state in 2024.

Turning Point hopes to raise $100 million to build up on the ground organizing staff and plans to work with the Trump campaign on canvassing – a notable change from past election cycles following new guidance from the Federal Election Commission.

Despite the roots of Turning Point, the program is not solely focused on young voters, though Kolvet said that will always be tied to Turning Point’s work.

Growing up under Trump, now it’s time to vote

Despite enthusiasm for Trump at Turning Point, Republicans face a steep challenge to bringing in more young voters. Voters under 30 have traditionally voted for Democrats, and in 2020, Biden won the age group by a 24-point margin.

Plus – young voters tend to be aligned with Democrats on their key issues – notably on abortion access, addressing climate and curbing gun violence. And despite struggling in polling, Biden still maintains a lead with young voters overall in multiple youth polls.

But among some young conservatives, albeit a proportionally smaller group, Trump’s style of Republican politics – once fringe and now mainstream – is overwhelmingly what they want for their political future.

“The pro-Trump, MAGA element definitely appeals more towards young conservatives and young Americans in general,” said 19-year-old Ohio student, Gabe Guidarini, a member of the College Republicans of America. “It actually addresses the problems that they face.”

He argued young people have trouble connecting to “old school Republican rhetoric” focused on cutting taxes and government spending, because they are not able to progress financially. And given the time period Gen Z has grown up during, Trump’s deviation from political norms is appealing, he explained.

James Hart agrees. Though the 20-year-old now lives in Tallahassee, he grew up in Detroit. “I was raised Democrat,” he said.

That is, until 2016, when his family flipped for Trump.

“His personality is what got my family to say. ‘Hey, you know, maybe the Democrats aren't the greatest,’” he said. “Honesty is the best policy. And up here in the Midwest, we're honest. We say it like it is. And Trump did that.”

Now, as Hart gets ready to vote for the first time, his mind is made up.

“I think most young people are going after Trump-like candidates,” he said. “We want the fire. We want the passion. We're tired of the same old, same old. We want bold policy that actually is going to lead with results.”

[skylarmoon71]

Matt Murdock (Daredevil) - Chapter 7

Once the weekend is over you know it’s just a matter of time before you see Matt, so you recite every motivational speech known to man.

As you’re making your way to the library, you spot him. He’s in his usual seat. The both of you have a designated area where you work. When you get close you call out to him and he turns, you take a seat. 

“How was your weekend Matt?” 

“Uneventful, how about you?” 

“Pretty much the same.” 

Aside from the fact that your vigilante buddy stopped by to give you love advice.

“A-Actually, I was wondering if you were free next Saturday.”

“I think so. Foggy is probably going to be gone too if you’re planning another movie night.” 

“T-That’s okay. I was kind of hoping it would be just us. I found this really nice restaurant that I wanted to check out.” 

“That sounds strangely like a date.” 

You panic.

“W-What ! N-No it’s just two friends. Just two good friends going out for dinner! A-A date! T-That’s-” 

He reaches over, taking your hand and your words halt. 

“I’d love to go on a date with you (Y/N).” 

“You would..” 

“I would.” 

That little cheeky smile makes its way on his face and you blush, staring at your connected hands.

“O-Okay. So Saturday then?” 

He nods. 

“Saturday.” 

You’re pretty sure your smile is twice as big as his. 

You can’t wait to tell Daredevil. 

~

“OH MY GOSH YOU WERE RIGHT HE SAID YES!!” 

The second he came through the window you’d basically tackled him into a hug. He seemed happy at your news, but you heard the soft grunt he let out when you squeezed him. Pulling back, you just stare. 

“What’s wrong?” 

He shook his head. 

“Nothing, I’m fine.” 

You want to believe it, but when you step back, it looks like he’s leaning a little too heavy on his left side. 

“You’re hurt.” 

“I’m fine.” 

You frown. 

“Don’t lie to me.” 

There’s a bit of fear in your voice and his tough exterior seems to fall away. 

“It’s just a few broken ribs.” 

“A few!!” 

“It’s nothing, I’ve had much worse.” 

You fold your arms, and you know he sees the defiant look you wear. 

“Sit down and let me heal you. Now.” 

Your tone leaves no room for discussion. He walks over to the couch like a child who’s just been scolded by a parent. He takes a seat, and you move to his side immediately. With a groan, he reaches for the edge of his shirt, lifting it. 

You gasp at the discolored bruises. You can’t believe that he was even able to move around with this. You hold back any tears that threaten to fall, reaching out and touching the injury.  

He’s a bit tense for obvious reasons. You just stare at the golden specs that seep into his skin. You’ve seen this many times before, but you always find yourself entranced by the glow. Slowly but surely, the bruise begins to shrink. When it’s completely gone, you pull away, now looking at him. 

“Please, if you’re hurt just tell me. The thought of you in pain it..it scares me..” 

You lectured yourself not to cry, but now you can’t help it. The tears fall and he’s quick to comfort you. He pulls you close, patting your back. 

“I will, I'm sorry.” 

He’s not used to expressing his pain. It’s always been something that he needed to hide. With you, he needs to remind himself that he can be open. He trusts you and you care about him. Not just Matt Murdock, but Daredevil. 

It feels..nice. 

[syrips]

oc/pc ask game!!

i love these and im like WAIT i can make my own!!

disclaimer, these may contain stuff weird, suggestive, and/or potentially dark so feel free to make your own version if u want but yea here u go

sections: Personal, Aesthetic, Music, Pleasure, Pain

Personal

🧼 Soap - Does OC have good hygiene? What is their routine or methods?

💰 Money Bag - Would OC donate the change in their purchase to a charity that a company claims is benefiting those in need?

💸 Money With Wings - Would OC commit tax evasion?

🐛 Bug - If OC was a worm, would anyone love them? How would others treat them?

🎮 Video Game - What would OC's gamertag/username be?

🔗 Link - What tags, blogs, pages, discord servers, and/or subreddits would OC follow on social media?

👀 Eyes - What would be in OC's search history?

✍🏽 Writing Hand - Your OC is given five seconds to edit/alter/adjust something about themselves (or their story). What do they try to change?

📈 Chart Increasing - What company/nobility/etc. would sponsor OC?

🎯 Direct Hit - Is OC "Wanted" in any village, kingdom, etc.? Dead or alive? What is the reward for them?

Aesthetic

🎨 Artist Palette - If OC was a color (or palette), what color would they be? Would others assign them the same color?

💻 Laptop Computer - What theme would OC's device, book, belongings, etc. be? What would their background, parchment, decorations be?

👔 Necktie - Does OC dress Modestly? Skimpy? Classy? etc. Do they have a dynamic, loud, quiet, etc. style?

👑 Crown - What textures are part of OC's clothes? Fluffy? Spiky? Leathery? Puffy? Feathery? What about shiny, silky, lacy, etc.?

👕 T-Shirt - Does OC prefer to wear vibrant colors or muted colors?

🐬 Dolphin - Would OC be a JJBA character?

💄 Lipstick - Does OC enjoy fashion? Would they enjoy styling others?

🎭 Performing Arts - If others wanted to join a cult devoted to OC, what choices would OC (or you) have in the style, theme, design?

🧣 Scarf - How often does OC change their style? Daily? Weekly? Seasonally? etc.

🧵 Thread - Does OC mend their clothes (or have them mended)? Does their clothes have tears, patches, alterations? How do their clothes get worn out or damaged overtime?

📖 Open Book - Share a moodboard you associate/made for OC!

🛒 Shopping Cart - OC suddenly has a lot of money. What is most likely the cause of this? What do they spend it on?

👒 Floppy Hat - Share a (sourced) picrew you made for OC!

Music

🎼 Musical Score - Share an OC playlist you associate/made for OC!

🎧 Headphone - Does OC have a large or small range of music they listen to?

🎤 Microphone - Share a (sourced) quote, lyric, poem, etc. of something that you associate to OC.

🎸 Guitar - Someone hands OC a guitar and tells them to play Wonderwall. What do they do?

🎶 Musical Notes - A Bard is inspired by OC and makes a song about them. What instruments, sounds, melodies, etc. may OC's theme song have? What would the mood of the piece be?

Pleasure

👂🏽 Ear - What sounds does OC enjoy? If OC likes ASMR, which types of ASMR?

🎲 Game Die - What would OC's favorite (pc/console/mobile/etc.) game be?

💠 Diamond With A Dot - What is something OC indulges in, publicly vs. privately?

✨ Sparkles - What is OC's comfort activity?

💋 Kiss Mark - Is OC promiscuous? Do they have a lot of lovers, partners, and/or friends with benefits?

😏 Smirking Face - How freaky is OC? What does OC do that they believe is freaky?

🥄 Spoon - What is OC's guilty pleasure food/treats?

🎓 Graduation Cap - OC is giving a motivational speech. What do they say? Who are they saying it to?

🧻 Roll Of Paper - OC is plotting an elaborate, mischievous prank. What is their plan and who is their target?

🥰 Smiling Face With Hearts - What do you love about OC? What events, art, work do you love to put OC in?

🤗 Hugging Face - How does OC make others happy? What do they wish they could do, or plan to do for others?

Pain

👩🏽‍⚖️ Woman Judge - Why don't some people like OC? What did they do?

🚩 Triangular Flag - Is OC uncomfortable with any topic, trigger, item, or event?

🧱 Brick - What is/would OC be traumatized by?

💢 Anger Symbol - What is OC's pet peeve?

💀 Skull - Is OC cursed? Haunted? Possessed? Fated to tragedy?

🩹 Adhesive Bandage - What is OC's worst type of pain to experience?

🔮 Crystal Ball - OC has witnessed a dark omen. What is the omen, superstition, or message that is witnessed?

🪓 Axe - What tragic/dark events, art, work, do you love (or love to hate) to put OC in?

😈 Smiling Face With Horns - How does OC make others sad/suffer? What do they wish they could do, or plan to do to others?

[gayofthefae]

"I love you" quoting El "I'm not scared of you, I love you with your powers, I love you without your powers" quoting El

"You were wearing that Benny's Burgers T-Shirt" quoting Eddie

"And I knew right then and there that I loved you. And I've loved you every day since." quoting himself, to Will

"I'm scared of losing you" quoting Will, as El

The only original piece of this speech that didn't either draw from something said to him or reused was "I need you to fight"

Because that's why his word choice was so strategic. "Logic not emotion", to flip his season 3 words back onto him. He's doing it so she survives, so she fights hard enough to get back to him.

But whether he knows it or not, he is choosing his words so carefully for only that motive, to get her back - because yes, he does love her. That's why he's saying it, but not what he's saying - he doesn't love her in the way he's saying. Maybe he thinks he really does love her and all these things are true and he's just tailoring his phrasing to what she wants to hear to help that much more. Maybe he knows and it's a conscious effort, who knows.

But the key and sole truth, not reused from anything, to that speech was "I need you to fight".

[star-spangled-starboyyy]

oc description

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•Basic Information•

🔴Name- Evan James Rogers-Carter

🔴Age- 18

🔴Sexuality- Bisexual

🔴Gender- Male

🔴Species- Human (Part Super Soldier)

🔴Nicknames- Stellanova, Starboy, Evan, Evvy, Ev

🔴Reason for nicknames- Stellanova = superhero alias | Starboy = nickname from boyfriend | Evan/Evvy/Ev = play on name

🔴From a Fandom?- Marvel Cinematic Universw

🔴Zodiac sign- Virgo

•Physical appearance and traits •

🟠Hair color- Brown

🟠Hair type and length- Curly, medium length

🟠Eye color- Brown normally, changed to red yellow or blue depending on powers

🟠Skin tone- Pale

🟠Face shape- Heart

🟠Body type- Rectangle

🟠Birthmarks- N/A

🟠Scars- Scar across upper lip from fight

🟠Predominant features- Freckles

🟠Height- 5'9"

🟠Dominant hand- Right

🟠Hair Style- Modern mullet

🟠Jewelry/ Accessories- N/A

🟠Are they healthy or not? Reason why- Unhealthy - recovering from anorexia

🟠Allergies- N/A

🟠Glasses?- N/A

🟠What do they wear when they are home alone?- T shirts and cargos

🟠Tattoos- N/A

•Mannerisms•

🟡Speech Style- Quick and regular stutters

🟡Quirks- Moves hands while talking, runs hand through hair, bad at eye contact

🟡Positive traits- Empathetic, fun, protective

🟡Negative traits- Reckless, isolates, jealous

🟡Drives/Motivation- To live a normal life

🟡Sense of Humor- Dry, awkward

🟡Private or Public?- Private

🟡Leader or Follower?- Follower

🟡Daredevil or cautious?- Daredevil

🟡Optimistic/ Pessimistic/ realistic?- Pessimistic

🟡Speaker or Listener?- Listener

🟡Accent- Non-regional american, occaionally deep south

🟡Voice Claims- N/A

🟡Theme Song(s)- Hell Above - Pierce the Veil | Bubble Wrap - Precious Pepala | Mama - My Chemical Romance | Sing for the moment - Eminem

🟡Temperament- Quiet, awkward

🟡Talents- Singing, playing guitar

🟡Flaws- Awkward, jealous, attachment issues

🟡Loud or quiet?- Quiet

🟡messy or organized?- Messy

🟡solo or team player?- Solo

🟡introvert or extrovert?- Introvert

🟡relaxed or serious?- Relaxed

🟡What will always make them cry?- Reminders of 'home'

🟡Do they celebrate there birthday?- Yes

🟡What will make them Smile?- People he cares about

•Background•

🟢Hometown- Jackson, Mississippi

🟢Social Class- Working class

🟢Education- Dropped out of high school age 17

🟢First memory- Car accident, age 4

🟢Worst memory- Mother discovering his boyfriend, age 16

����Best memory- Warped Tour 2003, age 16

🟢Most important childhood event, why?- Accident that killed his parents, gave him his powers and skipped him 20 years into the future

🟢Most influenced by- Upbringing

🟢Role models- Peter Quill + Nebula

🟢Where does the character live? And with who if they live with someone- Apartment in Manhattan, sometimes with adoptive father Peter Quill

🟢Do they want to move and where?- No

🟢Type of childhood- Difficult

🟢Upbringing- Strict, overbearing, borderline abusive

🟢Best Qualification- N/A

🟢Most important person in there life and why?- Wyatt Barnes, first friend in present day and current boyfriend

🟢House environment- Bad

🟢Childhood crush- Mikey Way

•Family•

🔵Mother- Biological: Angelica Rogers-Carter (deceased)

🔵Father- Biological: James Rogers-Carter (deceased) | Adoptive: Peter Quill

🔵Siblings- Alex Rogers-Carter (deceased)

🔵Relationship with family?- Extremely poor

🔵Any children? Do they want any?- No, unsure

🔵Pets- Sphynx cat - Scroople

🔵Extended Family- Grandparents: Steve and Peggy Rogers-Carter

🔵Close to family?- No

🔵Are they related to anyone in their ancestry that was cool/ important?- Steve and Peggy Rogers-Carter

•Favorites and Least Favorites•

🟣Favorite Movie- Star Wars The Empire Strikes Back

🟣Least Favorite Movie- James Bond GoldenEye

🟣Favorite Book-

🟣Least Favorite Book- Divergent

🟣Favorite Holiday- Warped Tour, Texas 2003

🟣Least Favorite Holiday- N/A

🟣Favorite Mythological creature- Phoenix

🟣Least Favorite Mythological creature- Unicorn

•Abilities and Bias’•

⚪️Affiliation- The Guardians of the Galaxy

⚪️Powers- Can temporarily convert particles he touches to plasma-like light. Colour spectrum from red to yellow to blue (red being least powerful and blue being most powerful) Can fly and survive in space and heal other's injuries

⚪️Powers limitations- Drains his energy and physical body to use too much of his power, can only heal other's injuries and not his own, draws energy from sun/starlight

⚪️Weaknesses- The cold, loud ringing noises

⚪️Allies- Stellanova

⚪️How well known are they?- Not very

⚪️Costume- Normal clothes with studded blue and yellow mask that covers lower half of face

⚪️Do they have a voice changer?- No

⚪️Weapons- N/A

⚪️ Gadgets/ tech- N/A

⚪️Physical Weaknesses- Physically weak and thin

⚪️Fears- The dark, his mother

⚪️Motivations- Make it worth it

⚪️Why do they do what they do?- Necessity, helping others

⚪️Mental/Emotional weaknesses- Trauma reminders, threat to those closest

⚪️Rivals- N/A

⚪️Romantic interest? Who if yes- Wyatt Barnes

⚪️Do they have a known quote?- N/A

•Miscellaneous•

⚫️If I could put them in a different universe or Fandom, which one?- DC

⚫️What was there first kiss like? Have they have it yet?- Yes, rushed and experimental

⚫️Have they ever lost somebody they loved and who was it? How did it impact them?- lost parents and younger brother at age 17, affected him strongly

⚫️What would happen if they were granted 3 wishes?- Brother never died, not have powers, remove anxiety

⚫️There stranded on in island with________ and they have 4 items, who and what do they bring?- Wyatt Barnes, water bottle, suncream, matches, sleeping bag

⚫️what quote do they feel portrays them?- "Quiet people have the loudest minds" - Steven Hawking

⚫️Most prizes possession and why is it prized?- Notebook taken from home, necklace with guitar pick, ring, lock of hair and cross

⚫️Have they ever stolen anything? We’re they caught? Do they feel guilty or prideful?- Yes, yes, guilty

⚫️What textures do they absolutely hate to feel?- Microfibers, cotton wool

⚫️How long can they go without showering? When do they feel dirty?- Weeks, hours

⚫️Where do they put there clothes when there dirty?- Piles on the floor

⚫️Do they sleep with the bedroom door open or closed and why?- Open, was always forced to as a child

⚫️If they woke up with animalistic features such as ears and a tail( that were different from the ones they already had if they had any at all)how would they react?- Terror, panic

⚫️if they could only eat one thing for 20 days, what would they eat?- Pizza

⚫️do they re read books they already have?- Yes

⚫️if they had the option to know when they would die, exact date, would they want to know or would they want to stay oblivious to it?- Stay oblivious

⚫️What song would they listen to on repeat?- Welcome to the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance

⚫️Do they believe in a form of a afterlife?- Yes

⚫️Do they crack there joints?- Yes

⚫️Spicy, Savory, Sweet, Bitter, or Sour?- Savory

⚫️Do they adopt stray animals?- Yes

⚫️Do they procrastinate or do they get it done asap?- Procrastinate

⚫️What is the temperature when they shower? - Cold

⚫️Do they daydream?- Yes

⚫️ do they work best in messy or clean environment?- Messy

⚫️ do they keep personal photos? Why?- Yes, to keep what he's lost with him

⚫️Do they indulge in anything?- Starving periods

⚫️ would they do the exact opposite that someone says to them just to spite them?- Yes

⚫️ if they’re alone and they hear a noise would they go check it out or would they hide? Why?- Hide out of fear

⚫️ if they’re lost what is the first thing they do?- Wander around hoping for a miracle

⚫️ what is a dream they had that was terrifying and made no sense too them? - Falling down an infinite staircase hearing his mother's voice

⚫️ what is the stupidest thing they have ever done because someone said not to do it?- Entered his father's laboratory while he was working, leading to accident

⚫️ are they stoic or melodramatic about being injured?- Stoic

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Short run down of there storyline-

Evan was born in 1987 to parents James and Angelica Rogers-Carter. He is the grandson of Steve and Peggy Rogers-Carter, who in this universe got married in the 50s as Steve was never frozen. His father was a scientist who did regular experiments on the effect of solar and space radiation and his mother converted to mormonism when he was 12. This resulted in a lot of her religious views being forced onto Evan and his younger brother, and tension in his parent's marriage

At age 16 Evan met his then boyfriend Michael, and kept their relationship a secret. In 2003 the two went to the Warped Tour in Dallas, Texas, and were caught on their way back by their respective mothers. Evan was beaten and locked in his room and Michael ran away from home and was killed by police after shoplifting.

When Evan was 17 his father made a fatal mistake on a machine he was designing that could harness and focus this radiation into electricity. The machine exploded, killing himself, his wife, and their twelve year old son Alex. Evan was close enough to the machine so he was sent into space by the escaping cosmic energy.

Evan should have died then, but the latent super soldier serum in his blood he inherited from his grandfather kept him barely alive, if in a coma. His body absorbed the energy from the blast and as he floated through space he just absorbed more and more cosmic rays until he was completely immune to the effects of space on his body, and could manipulate particles to be like star plasma. Anything he directly touches, including air, could be manipulated to his will. He also gained some of the advanced senses and abilities of the super soldier serum.

Evan eventually landed on Sakaar, where he was forced to compete in the Contest of Champions for his freedom. While there he met the daughter of a Xandarian duke and duchess: Selene Estrela, who he later dated back on earth. After two years of fighting and honing his powers there he tried to escape on a stolen ship back to Earth, but almost died and was rescued by the Guardians of the Galaxy, who got him back to Earth.

However, thanks to the way time passes on Sakaar almost 20 years had passed since he left. He now lives in New York again and regularly works with the Avengers, learning to better control his powers and remember more about his life before the accident. He now goes by his new alias Stellanova, and was adopted by Peter Quill when he was still a minor.

He met Wyatt Barnes and the two became close, until both started dating other respective people. Evan developed anorexia and started isolating himself from everyone, until an intervention by his adoptive father and a fight with Wyatt's then ex boyfriend led to him being placed in a rehab facility for eating disorders. Once released he went back to Wyatt and the two admitted their feelings for one another

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I’d like to thank @kittykatchao for this Kenny idea—it’ll be a long time before he makes it into the fic for legit, but I wanted to do a little thing with him because he’s been bouncing around my head for a little while.

“Kenny, a word, please.” Weiss waves the boy over. Dressed in a jet-black T-shirt and jeans, the boy was about as distraught as they get. He hadn’t stopped crying since the funeral event started, but who could blame him?

Weiss sighs. Ruby was her partner, and as much as she’d hate to admit it back then, her best friend. She’d done the impossible on more than one occasion, risen even higher that she ever had when she was kicked down to her lowest.

In her years as a Huntress, she saved so many, and inspired many more.

It’s why so many came.

“Look, Kenny…Not to be the one to say it, but…I have to. Your dad, he’s…not exactly in a clean bill of health to keep going. As it stands, he can barely even give the speech today, and that’s why Yang will be filling in.”

“But the world…it needs its symbols of peace. It needs the Ninja, the Revolution, and…Ben 10, above all else.”

Kenny isn’t really listening, as Weiss could tell. She didn’t blame him, but he really needed to.

“Kenny, look at me.”

The boy stares up at her with puffy red eyes, having run out of tears about a good half hour ago. The only sounds that escape his mouth are choked sobs.

“Aurelia—your sister—is picking up exactly where your mother left off. She’s going to be away from home for extended periods of time, like your mom used to. So I’m going to need you to support your elder sister in whatever ways you can.”

Kenny gives her a small nod.

“I know you put away the Omnitrix earlier this year. But I’m also going to need you to care for those two who have the watches right now. Charlie hasn’t taken the news well, and neither has your dad.”

“You’ve got your mom’s enthusiasm, but you’ve got this down-to-earth mentality I haven’t seen in those two with their heads-in-the-clouds. That’s why you’re the only one I know I can trust to bring them back to how they should be.”

Weiss places a hand on the boy’s shoulder, a pang of sorrow shooting through her heart. For once, this wasn’t a death someone could simply come back from.

It wasn’t like Ben’s, and it wasn’t like their acid trip to the Ever After. They found her body, they checked her pulse.

“I trust you, Kenny.”

Those words lingered in his mind for a long time. Why him? Weiss had her own kids. Auntie Yang’s kids were far better off combat-wise than him. Uncle Rex’s kid was a prodigy.

Why did she trust him? What did he have?

In the weeks to come, Aurelia pushed herself harder and harder. The gap her mother left was a canyon she could never hope to fulfil, the expectations growing wider and wider, the strain growing.

Charlie got back on her feet quickly enough thanks to his motivation, but his dad was still far gone. She took over as the Omnitrix-wielding hero.

All the while, he was lost. Without a purpose, without a drive to do something for the world.

But that’s when he decided to really look into why and how his mother died.

5a.m. in the morning, his mother stepped out of her bed after hearing an explosion in the distance. She rushes down the Omnitrix tower in milliseconds, grabbing her Crescent Rose on the way.

5:01, she gets into a scuffle with two very odd criminals. Every time he checked the records on them, they were different from how he remembered them—but they remained mostly constant now.

Subdora and Exo-skull. Never found, never caught. Found fifty years ago, then ten years ago, then never again.

But he kept finding inconsistencies. His mother pulled out all the stops—and failed to land a single hit. They predicted her every move, and even prepared some device to stop her Semblance from functioning the way that it should.

It was a beatdown, but nobody could do that, right? His mother was the greatest fighter in Remnant, if not the universe, famed for her unpredictability.

And yet she was predicted?

After more research into his father’s logs, Kenny became more and more sure it was a time-related issue. The two criminals suddenly appeared in the logs five years ago, with an attempted murder on his mother that he swears was never there.

Then another, then another. Each about a few months apart.

Using whatever tech he could get his hands on and help from his uncle Rex, Kenny got to work on a suit he planned to use to go back in time and save his mother.

It malfunctioned. Rex had no idea on the intricacies of time travel, and Kenny sure as hell didn’t either.

But they were saved. Someone came for them, brought them back, and fixed his suit to work as intended.

“Your mother was never meant to die, young Tennyson. She was but an unintended causality in the time-war. But your drive…it could help. What would you say, Kenny? Would you like to save your mother?”

Like that was a question.

(Honestly, Ruby dying is a great motivation—Kenny just fucking went back in classic for…some reason.)