#Sorry to just straight up vanish for a couple months

[ollieartie]

So...I'll just...gently place him over here for now....

[akirqx]

how to properly comfort a wild Miya Atsumu

— a guide.

Step 1: ask the atsumu what’s wrong.

You know you’re going to be listening to him rant for hours when he comes home in a bad mood.

The opening and then the sudden slam of the front door to your apartment takes your attention away from your phone.

You look up to see a bothered boyfriend with a slight pout to his face as he abandons his belongings on the floor and heads straight to plop himself right on top of you on the couch.

It wasn’t exactly unusual for him to do this, so you figured he was just extra tired today and continued whatever you were doing on your phone.

It wasn’t until he kept dramatically sighing and shifting every minute that you figured you should probably ask him what’s wrong..

“Are you okay tsumu” you put your phone down next to you, making eye contact with him.

“It’s ’bout time ya asked” he pouted, shifting once more so that he basically bear hugged you. You sighed, rolling your eyes as he wasted no time explaining.

“I practice with a bunch of idiots” here he goes again..he complains at least once a week about the same thing.

Step 2: do NOT push the atsumu away because he’s all sweaty (do not).

You listened to him rant for a couple of minutes, the warmth of his body providing as a blanket for you even if you weren’t cold.

“Tsumu….i love you but you’re so sweaty.” You sighed, trying to wiggle out of his grasp which only resulted in him tightening his hold.

“Don’t be rude” he pouted looking straight up at you as he used your chest to hold his head up. “What, can’t cuddle my girl now?”

“No, please shower” you lightly push his face away, only smiling at his deepened pout.

“No”

“Yes”

“No”

“Yes”

Step 3: if you didn’t listen to step 2, a kiss will cheer the atsumu up!

After your boyfriend lost the battle and showered, he returned to the couch. Not one word being said and instead of him laying on top of you, he sat on the other side of the couch, turning the tv on.

This made you raise an eyebrow and stare directly at him. He refused to make eye contact, even though he knew that you knew he knew you were staring.(lmao sorry).

“Tsumu” you called out, watching him pretend to be soo interested in whatever was on tv

“Seriously”

“…”

You sigh and crawl up to where he sat on the couch, forcing yourself into his arms, which, wasn’t hard since he would never miss the chance of holding you.

You lean up to press a sweet kiss on his cheek, and Atsumu immediately turned to look at you, a cheeky grin now plastered on his face.

Step 4: give into the cuddles.

Now that you are in his arms, his upset mood from earlier seemed to vanish. And now? Now, you were stuck cuddling for the rest of the night. Good luck !

ok I hate writers block ik this sucks..

This was also inspired by a post I read a couple of months ago ! I’m really sorry I’m not sure who it’s from or even which character it’s for since i read it like back in April (I think) but this is inspired !!

also plsplsplspls send me requests or prompts or smtg plsplspls

[waywardcrow]

I’m back!!! Kind of 😅. I loved this request and this is my first Natasha fic so I loved it more, this was written very quick so please excuse any mistakes.

You felt out of place, you probably should go back to your lab and forget all about this but you couldn't. Natasha came back after a month long mission and you missed her, besides she looked different.

It was hard to tell what was it but for some reason you knew, something was off.

After making a quick stop in the kitchen, you went straight to Nat's office, knocking the door softly but it was too late, you saw her wipe her eyes.

"I- hi, I, sorry" you mumbled, embarassment for you and concern for her twisting your stomach "I brought you hot chocolate"

The readhead spy cleared her throat, taking control of her features and just like that, all the vulnerability vanished.

"Thanks, sweetheart"

She took the cup in her pale hands and it was very hard to don't get close to her to give her a hug.

"Are you ok?"

"Of course" her answer, fast and short, made you wince.

"The mission-" you started but Natasha got up from the chair, avoiding your gaze.

"I have to go" she said, taking her things to leave you there, feeling like an idiot.

A few days after that, you still felt bad. Who did you think you were? Going to the Natasha Romanoff and act like you were friends? Sure, she was nice to you every time she came to the lab to visit Tony but that was it, you were the one who had a hopeless crush on her and now she probably would never speak to you again.

"You should go home, cricket" your boss reminded you.

"Say the pot to the kettle or whatever"

Tony laughed at your sleep deprived response but when he was about to say something else, he saw a certain someone in the door.

"You know what, you are right, night cricket"

And he left, making sure you were busy with your notes and sending a wink to Natasha.

"You should listen to him" were the first words the readhead said, making you yell "didn't mean to scare you, sweetheart"

"No, I'm fine, I just didn't hear you come in"

Taking in her appareance, your anxiety rocketed. Nat was wearing one of your favorite hoodies and leggins, her hair braided to keep it out of the way. She looked beautiful as always but it was almost like she was ready to run away at any moment.

"I wanted to check on you, I haven't see you in a couple days"

Turning in your seat to see her better, you took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, for the other day. I didn't want to intrude" you started but Nat closed the distance between you two.

"Please don't apologize, sweetheart" she sat on your desk, making your heart beat out of tune "you did nothing wrong"

"I- I saw you crying" you mentally slapped yourself after the words left your mouth, what the hell was happening go you?

Natasha pursed her lips and in that moment you were sure she would leave again but instead of that, she looked at her hands.

"There was a problem, with the mission" she said and this time you didn't stop yourself to reach for her.

"Do you- do you want to talk about it?"

Natasha looked at your hands together and sighed.

"Not yet, maybe later" with tenderness, she put her other hand on top of yours "what I mean with this is, I don't want to push you away, not you"

Were you dreaming? Was she saying what you think she was saying? It was impossible. But with the hint of honesty in her green eyes it was hard to doubt her.

"Then don't" you whispered with hope in your voice "I'm here"

A tiny yet beautiful smile appeared on her lips, maybe she wasn't ready to be herself completely with someone else but for you, she will try.

[squarebracketsmileyface]

how did you decide Birdie would call Tim papa, not daddy (assuming it's the single dad au Tim)?

Honestly it's mostly a left over from the version of PGPau where Jay lives and he and Tim raise Birdie together (there's now also a very rough version of that Au where Jay lives but vanished Brian style and shows back up in Tim's life years later with a bunch of stuff figured out. This fic has too many au's. So much for me trying to give 'the' au a name so I could keep it straight in my head, now PGPau has like three aus behind it, it's just anything post canon now, whoops. Oh well 💀)

Anyway, Jay just seemed like the dad/daddy parent, and that made sense to me with the whole trans Jay thing, Jay going from dad/daddy to mum/mummy was just too perfect y'know? So Tim became papa because of that, and then I decided Birdie would be 'canon' to Sorry It's Locked and went "well Jay's still gonna die because I love angst too much to give that up" and just ended up keeping papa for Tim even in the more 'canon' single dad Tim au because I just feel like it suits him. Y'know?

He just seems like a papa to me. He's a big loving mamabear to his very tiny very weird daughter, y'know? Ridiculously protective of her, if you hurt his baby he will rip your arms off, but also incredibly soft with her because she's his kid and she survived so fucking much with him even before she was born and he wants desperately to give her the childhood and family he never had. Even if that family is just him and her.

He's a mamabear protecting and loving his cub, except he's a guy, so he's a papabear but you know what i mean 💀

I just love it. Papa suits him, y'know?

Jay's dad/daddy and then mum/mummy, Tim's papa the whole way through, and Brian is Mr. Thomas then Brian, then quickly becomes bubba.

I love it. They're just all so cute.

Okay, I went off on a tangent about Alex here for some reason so I'm putting it under a thingybobber 💀

And with the whole "everyone lives" thing even Alex would probably end up with like, not a family title like the others, but he'd be part of their family in a friend way, y'know? Like, in everyone lives, everyone lives, y'know? And that includes Alex. And obviously he's not just walking around free, but I see him being in like hospital prison y'know? I can't remember what that's called, but anyway. He's in hospital prison and he can't leave because of what he did, but he's not in normal prison because he really wasn't in control of his actions when he killed people, not really.

At first only Tim goes to visit him, and even then he doesn't go super often because it's hard on both him and Alex (though mostly Alex). And he mostly goes because he understands what Alex was going through the best. He understands that if he hadn't had his medication he could easily have been the one in Alex's place. He wasn't "better" than Alex or more resistant to the Operators influence, he simply had people around him who could help (that being his doctors).

Then after a little while it's both Tim and Jay who go to visit Alex, still only very occasionally because, yeah it's a lot, none of them can really cope with seeing each other more than a couple times a year at first, but over time it gets easier and eventually Tim and Jay end up visiting him once every one to two months or something, once Alex's doctors or whatever are like "yeah I think that'll be okay, he's starting to cope better and relapse less when you come to visit him now. We genuinely think it's helping him."

They tell Alex about their life together and eventually Birdie comes up. So Alex knows about Birdie.

And Birdie knows about Alex because obviously she asks about how her parents met, and she asks where they went when they've had a day out, and they don't wanna lie to her, so they tell her about MH in the most kid friendly way they can, and tell her they're visiting this friend who's in hospital and can't leave because he tried to hurt people when he was younger. And like, obviously they are like, "we don't blame him for it, he was really, really sick and didn't realise that what he was doing wasn't 'saving' people like he thought it was" or whatever. They talk to her about the good sides of Alex, as well as very carefully addressing the bad sides, and eventually Birdie starts asking to go with them to see him. And like, at first it's a flat out no, because Jay and Tim have no damn clue how either Birdie or Alex will react to meeting each other, and even just seeing Tim and Jay used to fuck Alex up pretty bad and it took ages to get to the point they're at now. Like, they don't wanna undo that progress.

Anyway, eventually Brian comes back into their lives too, still the same way, with him starting out as a new teacher at Birdies school and then meeting Tim and Jay (well, Lark at that point but y'know) and eventually ending up dating the two of them and Birdie just kinda naturally migrated to calling him bubba, because it's not quite a parent name, but it's that same sort of sound, y'know?

Then like, Tim and Lark have been talking to the people in charge of looking after Alex and trying to figure out if there's a way he can meet Birdie. And like, with Brian back in the picture that's another thing for Alex to deal with so the whole "meet Birdie" thing gets pushed back again because finding out Brian is also alive is just, a lot for Alex, hugely conflicting and all that. Like, he's both glad Tim didn't kill Brian (or Brian didn't die running away from Tim whatever) and also very upset because he failed to "save" him. But eventually, ages and ages later, Birdie and Brian both end up going to see Alex too (after like, much therapy for them both to help them get ready for that, especially Brian) but like, yeah. Idk Birdie's probably like 15 by the time she meets Alex and it's all mostly fine honestly.

Idk I just like the idea of Birdie getting to meet Alex and it just kinda being fine? He's just a guy who got very sick when he was younger, and that changed the way his brain worked so that he couldn't fully comprehend the fact that killing people wasn't necessarily the best way to save them, that they could live with the Operator's presence like Tim had and still be okay. Like, it wasn't his fault. The Operator was literally changing the way his brain worked and without any medical intervention like Tim had, Alex was pretty much doomed from the start. He couldn't fight that. The operator was like a malicious, sentient, intangible tumor pressing on his brain and changing his personality, except it was taken to the extreme, because supernatural monster, y'know?

[bluehourbucky]

Hey 🥰

No pressure to write this at all, but I was wondering if you could do a drabble or headcannon about reader being Bucky’s younger sister & he finds out she’s dating either Kate, Yelena or Wanda (you can pick ☺️). He goes into full protective big brother mode? 🥰

Letting go

pairing: older brother!bucky x youngersister!reader / yelena belova x reader

warnings: f bomb couple of times but other than that nothing?

a/n: Hope you like it! I had so much fun writing this hehe Sorry I might have done too much 😭😭😭

Bucky is an amazing older brother and you live him dearly but sometimes he can be a bit scary when it comes to your dating.

He's really supportive he's been there for you for every milestone and you've been there for him too.

Bucky always said that you'd be his little sister even when you're 50 with a family of your own he's always going to ruffle your hair and tell you how your hair is a mess.

First ever girlfriend you've bought home Bucky was livid because no one is good enough for his little sister. He was absolutely baffled when he saw you making out because you were his baby sister you can't be kissing people at the young age of 16.

Now in your 20s you wish that changed because you wouldn't have to be hiding your girlfriend of 6 months.

It's not like you don't want him to know you just really like Yelena and Bucky can be terrifying sometimes.

Tonight you invited Yelena to your place for the first time, you never got a chance before since you lived with Bucky. He's been on a mission for the past couple of days and you finally had the opportunity to bring her in without the big scary brother.

You're currently sitting on the couch in Yelenas lap, you'd been making out for a while.

"You know you're really cute."

"I am not cute." Yelena replies to your absurd statement she is not cute absolutely not. You laugh because the face she makes when she doesn't agree with something is the cutest thing ever.

"Sure, you're so scary."

You spend couple of hours making out and eating each other out but eventually you fall asleep.

Bucky is so ready to get home, he's tired and dirty and he hasn't slept in what feels like years.

It's around 4am when he opens the door to his and yours apartment, he tries to be as quiet as possible not wanting to wake you up.

He takes off his boots and hangs his jacket, he goes straight to the kitchen because he also didn't get to eat.

Bucky sees a silhouette of a woman but it's not you so he grabs the knife out of his back pocket.

The intruder opens the fridge and reaches out to take some leftovers.

"Mmff."

Bucky grabs the intruder from behind and slaps a hand over her mouth.

"Fuck." Bucky grabs his balls almost falling down on his knees.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Yelena grabs a knife from the drawer and holds it up.

"Me? This is my house!" Bucky manages to stand up straight grabbing his own knife.

"What's going on?" you rub your eyes turning on the lights in the kitchen. Sleepiness vanishes in seconds seeing your brother and girlfriend hold the knives at each other.

"Oh my god stop that both of you." You take the knives from both of their hands.

"But-"

"That's my girlfriend dumbass I can't belive you attacked her!" Buckys jaw hangs open, how didn't he know you were dating someone?

"Bucky, Yelena. Yelena, Bucky." You introduce them and hold a hand over your chest they almost gave you a heart attack.

"Nice to meet you. Sorry for kicking you in the nuts." Yelena smiles and reaches out to shake Buckys hand and he shakes it.

"Sorry for almost killing you." Yelena laughs and Bucky lifts a brow.

"You didn't almost kill me I almost killed you! I would've won!"

Bucky is speechless he looks at you and then your girlfriend and then you again.

"I'm pretty sure I would've won."

Now you're the one that's speechless are your brother and girlfriend really debating on who would've killed who?

"Okay... Now that I've introduced you two maybe no more threatening?"

"How was I supposed to know we have a guest? You didn't tell me!" That's true and shame washes over you.

"I was scared that you'd scare her off like all of the others."

Buckys eyes soften; He knows he can be a bit overprotective but he didn't think that he was that bad. But now he realised he was a bit too much.

"Sorry, I was just trying to protect you. I didn't-"

"It's okay I know that and I appreciate that but you can just be a bit scary. Though you've never attacked anyone before like this but I guess I found your match." You smile at your girlfriend who had taken out the mac and cheese left overs from the fridge, she gives you a thumbs up.

"I promise I'll try to not be so scary and I promise to not baby you so much."

"Maybe we can work on the staring problem and find you a girlfriend too so you can take care of someone else too. I know it's cruel to send you off to someone but better you be a pain in the ass to someone else." Bucky rolls his eyes pushes you playfully.

"You love me."

"I do but I'm mad because you woke me up so you'll apologise by making breakfast in the morning! You're the best, good night."

"Hey that's not fair! And leave the door open I don't want any funny business happening in this house!"

You pull Yelena in and before closing the door you treat him with a middle finger.

"Little shit, if I didn't love you oh I would've strangled you." Bucky grumbles looking at the framed picture of you two when you were kids.

Being an older brother is a tedious job but he wouldn't change it for anything.

[The End]

sorry its so cheesey dhdhdhdh

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Irresistible - Scott Lang X Female Reader

Title: Irresistible

Scott Lang X Female Reader

Additional Characters: The Avengers (Mentioned), Pepper (Mentioned), Tony Stark

WC: 2,065

Warnings: Fighting, #eattherich, slight angst, yelling, emotions, nervousness, anxiety, Scott's in love, and fluff

Running along the street, Scott looked up, seeing you running along the roofs. Scott had a small disadvantage, not being able to get on the roof fast enough to stop you and not fall behind. He ran under light posts and dodged the few and rare people on the sidewalk as you ran through the night. Scott had been trying to stop you for the past couple of months, but every time he thought he had you, you'd just vanish. He was tired of trying to catch you, but he needed to focus on stopping your evil schemes, which were growing more elaborate with each passing day.

But Scott had a small problem... He was falling in love with you. Every time he saw you, it was like there was this spark inside him that lit up at the sight of you. He couldn't think straight when he would see you and it made him so frustrated because he couldn't be with you, but he wanted to be with you, and he didn't know what to do about it. You were the bad guy for crying out loud.

You stopped, your pathway blocked by a taller building, way too tall for you to jump and climb up it. You quickly looked around, finding you were also way too high up to jump and run. You were out of options. Breathing heavily, you turned and let out a sigh, watching as Ant-Man climbed the building next to you, before leaping over to your building. He walked over, but you could tell by his body language that he was confused. You knew he'd never gotten this close to you before you found a way out and escaped. You had been running away from Scott for so long.

For months you had eluded him, his Avenger friends, and the police. In the beginning, you found Scott to be annoying, a bit of a class clown, but annoying. But, as the months went on, you got to know him a bit from your teasing and chatting back and forward and found out his name. You found him cute and even had a small crush on the man, but you needed to keep yourself first. You weren’t going to let your attraction for the man get you in trouble. No matter how irresistible he was.

"Well, Y/N... Seems like you're stuck." He remarked, taking a step closer to you. He opened his mask so you could finally read his expression, a small smile on his face. "I'm sorry but I have to bring you in."

You shifted your weight to the side, crossing your arms, smirking lightly, "Mmm, no, I don't think I want to. I'm fine right where I am. You know, not being tortured and interrogated." 

You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, "We're not going to torture you, interrogate, yes, but not torture you. That's not what we do." 

You rolled your eyes, "Questions are torture. You and your Avenger friends are going to ask and ask about why I’m doing what I do and how I do it and it’s going to get annoying real fast. Can we just pretend you never ran into me? That'd be great." You spoke sarcastically only for Scott to shake his head.

"Sorry, honey, but I have to bring you in. You have been hacking into the stock market. You keep crashing it."

You nodded, walking up to him, circling him as if he were prey, "Yep, and I am pretty proud of it." You paused, placing your hands on Scott's suit shoulder, resting your chin on your hands as he turned to look at you. "Besides, you should be thanking me. I'm making sure dumb millionaires and billionaires aren't taking advantage of others." You whispered at the close proximity, reaching out to poke Scott in the cheek with your finger. "You know... Eat the rich."

“You also help hack into the Tower’s system. We’ve had four security breaches because of that.”

You shrugged, staring into his memorizing green eyes. “Yeah, but no harm, right?”

Scott frowned, “We’ve had a lot of Hulk appearances.”

“Mmm, but that’s all I’ve done to you and your poor baby Avengers.” You cooed, going back to poke Scott’s cheek repeatedly. So soft. You thought.

“You posted a fake dating profile of Stark to almost every dating website on the internet.”

You nodded, “One of my proudest achievements. So fun. Half the reason why you should let me go… I make life harder for dumb million billionaires.”

Scott slowly grabbed your hands from his shoulder, shaking his head with a frown. "I wish I could, but I can't, Y/N." Making you narrow your eyes.

"I am not coming with you, Scott." Your sarcastic and flirty side was now gone as you tried to pull your hands from his. 

"I have to do this, Y/N. I don't want to but what you do is illegal and the cops can't get you so I have to. So please, it's been a long couple of months of this. Just stop." Scott begged you, wishing and hoping you would just give up and come with him quietly. 

You stared at him with a hard gaze, "Oh, what's a couple of more months?" You then twisted your hands around, grasping Scott's wrists, and before Scott could even realize what was happening, you pushed his arms together and twisted him around, before pushing Scott forward. 

Scott stumbled forward in surprise, before turning to see you trying to run off. Running over to you, Scott was much faster, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you into his chest. You both breathed heavily out as you struggled in his grasp. 

"Just stop, Y/N. You're only making this harder on yourself." Scott tried to convenience you again but you weren't having it. You took a hold of his arm around you, using your strength to push it up and over your head before spinning around and out of his arms once more. And so your fighting dance began. Scott tried to capture you but you deflected his attempts of grabbing you, making you more and more irritated as you kept avoiding him. Usually, with some heroes, you punch, kick, whatever you had to to get away. But... You didn't want to hurt Scott. He wasn't like the other heroes he worked with. He was good. Too good. He was nice, he treated you well, and he was attractive. You liked him, and he was still trying to help you. You grew more and more annoyed with yourself the more you thought about it. You didn't want to get caught. You were becoming desperate now, chest heaving as you began to slow. 

As a last resort, you just managed to push him off of you before he grabbed your wrist. Before you knew it, you were falling backwards, unable to catch yourself. You fell onto your back, Scott’s hand swiftly making it behind your head before you hit the ground. Before you knew it, Scott was over you, pinning you down. You squirmed under his weight, struggling as he tried to hold you still. "Please..." Scott begged, "Just stop!" You huffed as you stared up at him, his green eyes practically begging you as well. "Y/N... Please... Stop..." Scott pleaded once more.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, "Alright… Alright." You grumbled, as Scott let out a sigh of relief. Quickly, you opened your eyes, you placed your hands on Scott's shoulder, using the rest of your strength to roll over, pinning Scott to the ground. "Ha! Now, here's the deal. I'm going to go and you're going to let me. Okay? okay. Good talk." 

"You're beautiful," Scott spoke breathlessly, staring softly up at you, making you freeze.

You stared back down at him, speechless, "You- You can't say things like that, Scott. I'm supposed to hate you."

"And you don't?" Scott asked you, his expression was unreadable, but his eyes... The look in his eyes made your chest warm up and your stomach flutter with butterflies. 

You pushed through those feelings building up in you as you pushed against his chest, sitting up frustratedly, "This isn't how this works! I fight you, you fight me. And I escape getting captured by those dumb Avengers! End of the story." You exclaimed as Scott sat up as well.

"Or... You could not run away again." As you shook your head rapidly, Scott's hands landed on your waist. “Not run away and come with me…”

"You are such an idiot! You don't understand-" 

"Your idiot." Scott smiled dopily up at you. 

You groaned, feeling your cheeks warm up, "Oh my god! Shut up! Why do you have to do this to me?" 

Scott tilted his head to the side, "Do what?" He asked and you let out a sigh, one similar to the defeated one you had done only moments ago. But this time, as Scott looked at you, you actually looked sad. 

"Why do you have to make me like you? Why do you make me feel like you..." You groaned, placing your hands over your face. "Like you care for me? Why are you so confusing!? Why can't you just hate me!?"

Scott spoke up, his voice soft. "Because, I can't hate you. I do like you. A lot really." He confessed, reaching up to take your hands in his, bringing them away from your face. Noticing your tearful eyes. "You mean so much to me."

"Don't... Say things like that..." You mumbled quietly.

Scott chuckled slightly, looking down and biting his lip, "So what do you want me to say?" He glanced up at you, meeting your sad and red eyes, "...I love you." He finished, holding eye contact.

You sucked in a breath before looking back down, "Not helping." You muttered.

"But I-"

You quickly cut Scott off, leaning in and pressing your lips against his, silencing him. When you pulled away, Scott looked shocked, blinking slowly. After a few seconds of silence, Scott leaned into you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his eyes darting from yours to your lips and back. Leaning in, his nose brushed yours before he kissed you deeply. You kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. Soon, the two of you broke the kiss to catch your breath. 

"Wow, that was..." Scott trailed off. You laughed a little, pulling your hand back, and brushing your fingers along his jawline, stubble tickling the tips of your fingers.

"Yeah... Wow." You replied, smiling down at him. "Goodnight, Scott." You gave him one final peck, before you jumped off his lap and ran across the roof, jumping to the one next to it.

Scott watched as you went, with hearts practically in his eyes as he let a smile grow. Once you were out of sight, he slowly stood up, rubbing his forehead, "That girl, she is something else." Making his way down the building, Scott made his way back to the tower, taking his time. Humming a soft cheerful tune as he had a pep in his step. Finally making his way inside the tower, he did a small happy dance in the elevator, singing the song he was humming as he walked into the main room of the tower. Tony turned from his spot on the couch, he raised an eyebrow at the hero. 

"Looking pretty happy there, Lang. Finally catch her or something?" He asked, hoping that he did.

Scott turned to the billionaire with a smile, "Something like that."

Tony sighed, running a hand down his face, "You can't let her go next time, bug boy. Who knows, she might try and make it look like I'm on dating sites again. I got in big trouble with Pepper about that, you know?"

Scott chuckled lightly at the image of you trying to make it seem like Tony was on a dating site. Hunched over a computer, wherever you were hiding. Adorable. "No, Tony, I know," Scott said, chuckling. "Won't let her get away next time."

"That's what you said last time. What happened this time?" Tony asked and Scott shrugged.

"She got the upper hand." Scott headed to the kitchen, ready to cook himself a toasted bagel.

Tony hummed skeptically, "Uh-huh... Sure."

[darkside-of-saturn]

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No thank you's (don't feed me this)

Anything irl. I'm very aroace. I do not want to do this for real. I don't like people. Motorcycles please intefact tho

Body horror/straight up gore (though that can be fun in a non-kink context! I do enjoy pain)

Hard watersports (i like pee desperation, not pee drinking, basically. To each their own tho!)

Bodily fluids that aren't peepee. Yes I draw the line in a weird spot. I don't know why either. It's just how it is.

Degradation (don't be mean to me, i will be sad) [exceptions will be made in the context of Trixie because unlike me, she eats that shit up]

Other

I go through fucking heat cycles myself apparently so if I vanish off the face of the earth, I'll be back. I'm only really interested in these things a couple days per month and then I get over it. Until next month.

Some of my OCs may have different preferences from myself (namely Trixie my little freaklet creature)

[nezhasriverlotus]

💮Repost from my LMK twt💮

All I Need Is You In My Arms [ A HotHeels Shipping Fic ]

Word Count: 1,129

Fic Type: Fluff

Characters: Shoe Store Guy, Redson, MK, Mei , Yang [ Redson's and Shoe Store Guy's adopted son ], Bob, General Ironclad 

Note: 

-For people who don't know what this ship is HotHeels shipping is the ship between Redson and Shoe Store Guy

-Sorry for any grammar mistakes! This takes place after the events of season 4 after Redson was freed from the scroll.

-Also yeah Redson doesn't act like his cannon self very much in this but I hope you don't mind that ^^;

Extra note: This is also based off a headcanon I posted a while back where they are married and adopted a child together [ which I haven't posted yet here but I will soon ]. Also I'm still new to fanfic writing so sorry in advance-

Finally everything was back to normal, those who were stuck in the scroll of memories were free. MK would currently be walking with Redson smiling " Good to see you back Redson! I'm glad you're finally safe bud! " He spoke looking up at Redson. Redson would be walking with his hands in his pockets " Being in that scroll was certainly…interesting to say the least " he spoke before looking over at Mk " How is it that no matter how difficult the situation you deal with you always seem to come out on top? " He asked looking at MK who would give a small chuckle rubbing the back of his head gently " Not sure to be honest with you " He replied. Redson would simply shrug and continue walking with him adjusting his glasses.

That's when in the distance he saw Mei  with a familiar person to him, a turquoise haired male. He would stop walking as his eyes widened a little. MK would notice and stop as well looking over confused " Hey Redson you okay? " He asked confused. That's when Redson suddenly started running causing MK to jolt in surprise before following " Woah what's going on!? Something happening?! " He asked concerned. Redson didn't say anything soon Mei noticed him coming over and waved smiling " Heya Red Boy what's up? " She asked. She jolted though when he ran and tackled the turquoise haired guy she had been walking with in a hug " What?! " She said surprised " Do you and the Shoe Store Guy know eachother or something??? " She asked puzzled. Shoe Store Guy was at first confused and surprised by being tackled in a hug as him and Redson fell down from the momentum until he finally looked up, his eyes grew wide seeing Redson " Redson!? " He said shocked. He would quickly hug him tightly keeping the fire prince close as he teared up " Oh god where have you been!? I have been looking all over for you for months! " he spoke still in shock that he found him but also relieved that he had him in his arms. " It's a long story… " Redson replied, hugging him still before sitting up with him " But I'm here now " he added, wiping Shoe Store Guy's tears away before resting his forehead against his for a while, now just relaxing with the turquoise haired male in his arms. His turquoise haired lover would rest his head on his chest, calming down as he held onto him " I missed you so much…I thought you wouldn't come back " Shoe Store Guy said softly as he held onto him tightly, as if he let go Redson would vanish. 

Mei would kinda just watch confused unsure what was going on til it clicked and she gasped and squealed in excitement. MK would just look at her puzzled " What is it Mei? " He asked, confused. " Redson and the Shoe Store Guy are a couple! " Mei replied happily looking at MK and he was shocked by the news " Huh!?! When did they start dating?- " Mk said surprised. " We're actually married, you just didn't notice until now " Redson replied, looking at MK with a straight face. Mk would just rub the back of his head gently looking off to the side. 

" I think they are super cute together! " Mei said cheerfully as she looked at the two. Redson would get up pulling Shoe Store Guy up with him and just wrap his arms around him gently, resting his head on his shoulder not caring that Mei and Mk were watching them at this point " Let's go home " Redson mumbled holding Shoe Store Guy more. The turquoise haired male would simply nod running a hand through Redson's hair " Yeah we should '' he replied before Redson stood up straight again taking his hand before teleporting away with him in a ball of flames. 

Once back home Redson would walk with him holding his hand as he looked around the place. It felt like an eternity since he's been here even though it's only been about a month, then again being inside the scroll for any amount of time can make you forget the passage of time. As they walked through their home they could hear Redson's bull clones chatting about something. Curious about this, Redson decided to go to where they were and peaked his head into the room. In there he saw his son Yang doing what seemed to be some math problems and two of his bull clones trying to help him with it.

" Uh…what does pie mean in an equation? Can I eat it? " Bob, one of the bull clones, said trying to be funny but was just met with unamused looks by Yang and General Ironclad." Seriously Bob? " General Ironclad spoke as he fiddled with Yang's calculator to try and figure out the math problem. " I swear that last battle you were in must've knocked a few screws loose- " he added looking down at the tiny calculator " Yang why is your calculator so tiny?- " he asked Yang looking over at him " It's not tiny it's just you got big hands " Yang replied. As the three went back and forth with each other Redson was just watching them while Shoe Store Guy was beside him trying not to laugh. 

Eventually one of the three noticed Redson and Shoe Store Guy standing in the doorway, it was General Ironclad who upon seeing Redson dropped the calculator he was holding and quickly got out of his seat and stood up straight. Yang was confused by General Ironclads sudden change in demeanor before looking over and noticing both of his dad's in the doorway. His eyes widened seeing Redson and quickly got out of his seat and ran to Redson " FATHER YOU'RE OKAY!!! " he shouted as he ran up and hugged the fire prince tightly relieved his father was back. Redson hugged his son back, holding him close as he felt a wave of peace wash over him now that he reunited with his family.

Finally he was back where he wanted to be…back with his family and holding them in his arms  

[rudemaidenswrite]

Crowley!!! Part 2

Part 1       

So I’ve Had this mostly written for quite a while but officially finished for like a month. I just wasn't sure if anyone would want it , but I’m biting the bullet and posting it. I do have more ideas for more chapters let me know if yall want more.

Word Count:1258

Warnings: language is all that I know of

Credit to Gif Owner

Author: @bookchic20

Thanks to my Beta Reader @sylvanasthebansheequeen and @pusantheamazonian

“Yeah I just got it home I’m sending you a pic now.” You say to your best friend on the phone, as you pull the phone away from your ear and then sending her a picture or your new car. Putting the phone back up to your ear you say, “Alright sent it you should be getting it soon.”

 “Got it” (Y/B/F) answers you. “Oooo I like it, but I am gonna miss taking you to work and getting free food out of it” She jokes laughing.

 “Now you know we will still get food girl, that’s guaranteed.” You say laughing along with her.

“For sure, well have you decided on a name for this one, yet? I always love hearing what your gonna call your cars.” She asks.

 “Well, I think I’m gonna keep with the same trend as the last one.” You start as you put some of your things in the back trunk area.

 “Oh, so sticking with characters from the supernatural books, eh?” She asks. “But which one will you choose this time?”

 “Well, I figure since this is actually like an SUV and so much taller than the cars I’ve driven in the past, I’m thinking Moose, after Sam ya know since he is supposedly so tall.”   You say as you start to pull down the hatchback of the SUV.

 “Really Moose? I thought you had class.” You hear in a Scottish accent from behind you.

 “Ouch shit.” You say as you hit your head on the hatch.

“You okay?” You hear from your phone, as you turn around and see Crowley standing behind you, leaning up against your apartment building.

 “Wha… oh yeah just hit my head uh I gotta get off here I’ll call ya back ok?” You say.

 “Cute guy, gotcha.” She says hearing the specific tone in your voice that she knows.

 “Uhhuh something like that.” You say. “Later.” You hang up your phone putting in in your pocket.  Smiling at Crowley, you put your hands on your hips.

 “Hello, darling.” Crowley says with a grin.

 “Well Hello to you too Crowley, it’s been a while hasn’t it.” You say starting to head towards him, and the door to your apartment.

He nods at you as you open your door and wave him in. “Not as long as you think.” He says, following you into your small apartment.

 “What do you mean?” You ask him. “It’s been like a year.” Grabbing a water out of your fridge you offer him one.

 Shaking his head, he asks. “So why a new vehicle? I thought Crowley was running just fine after I left you that night.” Crowley sits down in your armchair crossing his right leg over the left.

 “Well yeah it was but…wait.” You look at him intently.

“What?”

“It was you!” You yell pointing at him.

“What was me?” He asks, looking annoyed to be accused of who knows what.

“I thought I was crazy, my friend thought I was crazy!” You exclaim, throwing your hand in the air as you pace back and forth before stopping and looking at him. “You fixed Crowley, well I mean my car Crowley not you Crowley…well not that I can say that I don’t know what’s going on down there fixed or not.” You mutter your eyes briefly going just below his belt line, before continuing to pace again. “You made my car work better and didn’t even let me say thank you and then you vanish for almost a year, and randomly pop up after I get a new car and named it something you aren’t a fan of.”  You rant on. “Why do you even care what the cars name is are you just jealous its not named after you?!”

 Crowley sits up straight in the armchair eyes going wide, staring at you as you rant, he clears his throat. “Ehem.”

 Stopping in your tracks at the noise you look at him. “Sorry…I was ranting wasn’t I?” You ask him with an apologetic look.

 “Its fine Darling, I think we just have a couple things to address from your…rant.” He says.

 “Oh yeah sure like what?”

 “Well for starters you told your friends about me?” He looks at you with raised eyebrows.

 “Well not exactly.” You say and he looks at you unconvinced. “I told my best friend that I had a dream about meeting you and that my car was better after it like it was a coincidence type thing. So, I didn’t really tell her I met the real you…or ya know that you are in fact real in the first place.” You explain.

 “Ok well that’s fair enough now for the other thing.” He says with a smirk.

 “What other thing?” You say with a confused look. “Sorry sometimes I get lost in my rants as you called it and don’t pay attention to what I say. And what’s with the smirk?”

 “Well you said something along the lines of you ‘don’t know what’s going on down there fixed or not’ .”

 “Oh…” Your face goes red. “I didn’t mean… I just get caught up in talking sometimes…I… Wait a minute you’re avoiding my question.”

 “I am not.” He says with a huff before sitting back in the chair.

“You so are, and I think I have my answer you are jealous, aren’t you?”  You smile at him, and he huffs crossing his arms. “You’re jealous of a car! Ha!”

 “Mnot.” Crowley mutters under his breath, barely able to be heard looking away from you.

 “Crowley.” You say his name softly.

He doesn’t respond.

“Crowley.” You say a little louder, as you pat him on the shoulder. Come on Crowley look at me.”

He slowly turns his head. “What?”

“You know you’ll still always be my favorite right?” You ask him. “Just cause my other car got totaled after a wreck and I had to get a new one doesn’t change that.”

 “Wait you had a wreck?!” He asks concerned. “Are you okay?” He asks standing up and looking you over.

 “Hehe..” You chuckle a bit. “I’m fine Crowley, It was like a month ago and I wasn’t even in the car at the time so it’s all good. You don’t have to worry about me.”

 “Wait a month ago.” Crowley thinks back to a month ago, when he was helping the Winchesters with some issues they were having. He hadn’t been able to check in on you like he had been doing every so often over this last year. “This is all the boys’ fault.” He sighs as he turns away from you.

“What are you talking about? It’s nobody’s fault really. I was just in a fender bender and when we got out of the car to exchange info a car that was driving by slammed into it cause their brakes went out on them and so it was totaled. It could have been way worse.”

 “It shouldn’t have happened at all though, but because of those damn Winchesters you could have been hurt.” He says turning back around to face you with a strange look on his face.

 It was a look that you were not expecting to see on him, concern. “Wait a minute I’m confused.”

 “I should have been there to check in on you.” Crowley said, as he starts to reach out to you, right when your phone starts ringing.

 Looking over at your phone you reach to stop the ringing, and by the time you look back Crowley was gone.

[cellarfulofnose]

tasting much sweeter than wine

Short ficlet from the Hamburg days. Ringo, pre-Beatles, is intimidating but sweet. part 2 of 2

One night, Pete left the room and didn't come back.

Paul knew it would be wrong to admit it, but he was happy. He got to fill in on the drums, and while not as glamorous as the second lead guitar, he was glad for the chance to go a bit mad behind the kit. Lent itself to bouts of violent mania, drumming did--all in time, of course. And on the subject, they were more in-time that night than they had been for months. It was a crying shame, the state of their rhythm section. But they were a rock-and-roll band; they couldn't just go without a drummer. And Paul wasn't about to volunteer for a permanent position anytime soon. So Pete was still on the bill, as long as he showed up.

Then on top of that, Stuart vanished two nights in a row, and Paul was stuck with the bass. It was rotten work, try as he might to dress it up. No solos, no licks, not so much as a lousy chord. Worst of all, they sounded brilliant. John cornered him after the show with honest-to-God praise, which lately had felt like trying to squeeze water from a rock, but Paul couldn't even be glad. He'd learned as a boy that the reward for a job well done was more work. You sounded good tonight was just a prelude to You wouldn't mind playin' that sorry thing for the rest of your life, would you? Paul would mind, actually, thanks very much, so he brushed it off and changed the subject.

Pete returned two nights later. With Stuart still AWOL, what should have been a rehearsal quickly devolved into the quietest argument Paul had ever heard. Pete and George exchanged short, soft remarks and Pete walked straight back out again, drumsticks in hand. He left them no choice. They had to find someone else.

John spoke of it like an act of international espionage, like they were actually going to poach Ringo from the Hurricanes under cover of darkness. In reality, it was just a friendly pint and a couple of words. They didn't even shake hands. Frankly, Paul felt as if he should be offended on Ringo's behalf. There they sat, passing him between them like an unmarried daughter, or--more accurate to this particular locale--a rentboy.

"Where's that other fella?" Ringo asked, fingering circles over his eyes to approximate Stu's glasses.

"Bird-watching," George muttered, and Ringo broke into warm peals of laughter. George grinned bashfully as Ringo rested a hand on his shoulder, well-worked and heavy with jewels. Paul burned at the sight--probably out of sheer surprise that George didn't turn to stone at Ringo's touch. He'd heard uglier stories.

That was all they were, though. Stories. Ringo the flesh-and-blood man, it seemed, was gentle.

"Oh," Ringo sighed, wiping his eyes as they made their way to the stage. "Where'd you find this one, Lennon?"

"Paul found that one."

Ringo's eyes found Paul's. "Oh, aye?"

Before now, Paul wouldn't have thought it possible that blue eyes could look warm. But the thought and sight alike were quickly washed out by the glare of the stage lights, and they were on.

To say they were a success would be a discredit. They brought the house down. Girls howled. John leapt into the crowd and they threw him right back. Ringo's playing was so steady, so reliable, so strong, Paul felt like he'd just gone dancing on a good solid floor after trying to dance on loose soil the last two months. He was fantastic. They were fantastic.

The crowd got so worked up Paul was sure they'd riot, but they stayed where they were. It occurred to him that Ringo, as well as stirring up the audience, kept them in check. No one was about to storm the stage or start throwing chairs with him up there, no sir. It made Paul want to shake all over.

He was shaking by the time they jittered off the stage in search of a drink. Paul's stomach was stone empty, which offered little in the way of energy, but it was a one-way ticket to getting drunk fast.

The shaking didn't stop with the first beer, but by the second he'd forgotten about it. By his third beer, he had to slosh his way over to the edge of the room and collapse onto a cushion. The floor was spinning a bit. What a night it'd been: the best show of their career, then drinks with Ringo Starr. It was like a teenage birthday wish come true. Ringo mostly talked to John, more because John wouldn't leave him alone than anything else. Besides which, George and Paul were still too skittish to say more than a few words to him without first being spoken to.

But drink loosened George's tongue--and his guts. Early in the night, he'd staggered up to Ringo's stool, clasped him by the face, and implored something Paul couldn't quite catch, but he'd worn an expression of heart-ripping sincerity. Ringo smiled and lightly clutched one of George's wrists, their foreheads nearly touching. If he was trying to steady him, it didn't work; George said his piece and promptly shambled off to be sick in the doorway.

"That your handiwork, then?"

Paul nearly spilled his drink with a double take. Ringo had come to sit next to him amidst the uproar. He barely looked drunk. Just a little haze around the eyes. His glass was filled with--Paul couldn't tell under the harsh yellow light, but it was dark enough to be wine. God, how grown-up. How Roman. Paul thought of a Caravaggio he'd seen once; Bacchus, god of the vine, laureled in grape leaves and half-draped in a toga. He didn't hold a candle to Ringo.

"Um." Paul followed Ringo's gaze across the room and found George, curled up to sleep under a table. He gave a nervous chuckle. "I told him to stop, actually, doesn't know his limits..."

"But you were the one who brought him into the band?" Ringo drank. The wine wet his moustache--and it had to be wine; Paul could see the faint red tint as it ran thin. He swiped it away with a gold-banded thumb.

"Oh, yeah." Paul found it hard to look straight at him as he spoke. He felt like Ringo would see how ruddy his cheeks were getting and say he couldn't hold his alcohol any better than George. Which was silly, not least because Ringo was looking a little flushed, too. Even so, Paul's focus kept darting back to George. "Met him at, um. At school." That earned him a solid ten seconds of looking away. Ought to have just said 'nursery school' and put him off for good. He swallowed and cleared his throat. "Told John either he's in or I'm out."

Ringo's eyebrows lifted. "He must have really wanted you in."

"Yeah, and, well. George's good, obviously. John wanted him in. You heard--"

"I heard you." Ringo nodded, but he wasn't looking at Paul. His hand hovered before his lips as if he thought he'd said too much, loosely curled, almost a fist. Paul didn't know what to think. Ringo blinked, then his breath caught. He pinched his nose between a thumb and finger and sneezed three times on the same breath, all in quick succession. They had a thin, whispering, almost dainty sound to them, not the lion's roar Paul was expecting. But they were sharp, and rocked him forward enough to tip his glass and send ruby drops of wine spilling down his hand and wrist.

"Bless you," said Paul. It was the kind of drunk speech that seemed to rise out of him heedless of his will, as if he were a hand puppet with someone's fist up his ass. He squirmed, suddenly uncomfortable on the cushion.

Ringo didn't seem to be aware he'd spilled his drink. He gave a soft blow into a crisp white handkerchief and tucked it away. "'Scuse me. God, but you're jumpy, aren't you."

Had he jumped? Paul hadn't the foggiest notion. The hand holding his glass was damp and sticky with beer.

"It's not a cold, if that's what you're worried about," Ringo added when Paul said nothing. "It's just from the wine."

"From the--?" The water wheel in Paul's head finally started to power the mill. "You mean the wine makes--you're allergic to wine?" It finally bubbled out, more puppet-speech; through Paul, but not by him.

"Must be--along with everything else God or man's ever made." Ringo rubbed at his nose once, briefly, not even thinking about it. Even in the scant light, Paul could tell it was rosier than the rest of his face. The faint redness made it look...Paul searched his mind for a more elegant word than fuck off big, but sometimes the blunt instrument was the best for the job. "Happens often enough that I've got to wonder, anyway."

"Then..." With a flash of fear in his stomach, Paul wondered whether it was rude to ask, but not in time to stop himself. "Why do you drink it, if it--"

"Makes me drunk, too, love." Ringo winked. He downed several healthy gulps of wine and wiped his mouth with a guttural sigh.

Paul's brain took a short holiday at that, the gesture and choice of words in tandem. It wasn't anything, of course. He knew that on some level. When his faculties returned, speech came before self-preservation. "Can I ask you something?"

"I wish you would." Ringo was sitting back, looking as relaxed as a lion in the shade after a meal.

"What did George say to you? Before."

Ringo snorted lightly, his eyes falling closed in a faint smile. "He said, 'I want you to join our band. Please stay forever.'"

Paul stared. Quite rudely, his father would've said. All night he'd been trying not to gawk at Ringo, but now, he felt compelled to search his face for some sign that he was having him on. George never. By now, even John would have told him to shut his gob before he caught flies.

He couldn't help smiling.

Paul hefted his glass. This time, he didn't spill a drop. "I'll drink to that, bloody hell."

Ringo cackled. He gave Paul a gentle tap under the chin and raised his glass in kind.

Paul's ears burned. In a move that brought him closer to understanding John's unquenchable need to push the envelope, he crossed his arm over Ringo's, weaving their elbows together.

Ringo pulled a bit, testing the strength of their locked arms, and nodded approvingly. "Bottoms up, love?"

"Prost." Paul threw his head back and drank himself blind.

[diaryoftheunidropout]

DAY 133

I think it's day 133. Or at least around that number. Maybe it's actually day 132 or 134. I don't know and I'm sorry I forgot. Anyway, it's the 15th of July, and day 1 was March 3rd 2023. I never understood why Tumblr didn't show when something had been posted. It just stays really vague like "x months ago". Maybe I just haven't figured out Tumblr yet, that's highly possible.

I had to go back on antidepressants a couple days ago, on the 12th of July. It was a really hard decision to make because I was really hoping I could hold on until after I came back from my US trip to see my favorite band, but I had to face the truth: I wasn't going to be able to hold on this long. It's a bit disappointing to think a year ago I was slowly coming off antidepressants, looking forward to starting university in Paris, and today I'm just this depressed, anxious mess, absolutely petrified whenever she thinks of her future, a future where she'll probably end up working 8 hours a day just to earn the minimum wage in some shitty supermarket. And I know I'm capable of so much more than that. Or at least would be capable of so much more than that if I wasn't so ill.

I was so mortified at the thought of dropping out because it had just never been part of my plan, whatever the plan was. I always imagined I would have a normal life when I was a child. But what's a "normal life", really? I guess maybe I thought I'd grow up to be this cis, straight, happy woman, eventually finding a nice man and getting married. I thought I'd do long studies that I'd love and find a job that pays well and would make my parents and grandparents proud of me. I thought I'd have my dad til he would die of old age. And I thought I'd always be a feminine girl, never overweight anymore, with long hair, and no tattoos. And I am none of that, and will never be any of that. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing. But when I lost my dad, it's like my whole plan vanished because he had somehow always been part of the plan despite me knowing he was sick. And I knew I wasn't going able to follow my plan with such an important part of it being gone forever. Suddenly it's like I had no plan anymore. I just lost myself completely and fucked up and I know I'm turning out like two of my online friends who are a little older than me. I absolutely love them but I know they're unhappy, and they go to work because they just don't have the financial means or mental stability to study. I am the same.

I think most days I just hold on thanks to Alice. It's stupid but I have so much admiration for them, and they reply to me so often, and it keeps my heart warm. It's completely delusional to think this, but sometimes I wonder if we aren't meant to be more than strangers online. I wonder if I'm not meant to become an author, and she'd become, like, a friend and a mentor to me, because I am so young and she once was an author of my age as well. I have other delusions, like "oh it's fine, I'll just win the lottery soon" but I know that mentality only pushes me to gamble more and more, and for someone who has the most terrible spending habits, that's just very meh, and possibly dangerous.

Anyway, less philosophical thinking, more actual life updates.

I'm trying to finish preparing my US trip to see my favorite band but I find it incredibly difficult considering I fell into a terrible depressive episode about a week ago. I'm not even sure what triggered it. Maybe the loneliness? I may not have realized but since I knew my godmother wasn't going to be here for 3 weeks and my mom was mostly MIA because she was spending so much time with a friend, I might have been lonely. Not necessarily felt lonely, just been. Thankfully I have a friend who often comes to Paris and we spend a lot of time together. Like we spent the last two days at this massive convention, cosplaying our favorite characters. It did me a lot of good honestly, because for once I wasn't thinking about the future or all the stress from going to the US on my own.

For the depressive episode, I think what might have started to trigger it was after my godmother and I went to London Pride to see the cast of Heartstopper. It was this crazy, last minute decision and it was worth every penny we paid for it, and the shock of going back home after all of that might have been to much. Another triggering factor, and really what sent me spiraling completely to the point where I had to take meds was my mom. Couple days ago I was on the phone with her and she tells me about her friend whom she spends a lot of time with. And then I say I'm not feeling well because I'm so scared I won't find a job in September. And then she basically says, not as directly but that's what she was implying "oh, no worries, when you can't live in Paris anymore because you've gone completely broke and haven't found a job, you won't even have to live with me, my friend said he'd give you his apartment to live in". And when she uttered those last few words I was so angry, so out of my mind that I just screamed "I don't need some good knight to save me" at her. And I'm afraid that caused her to stop wanting to see that friend, and now she's isolating herself, walking 25km a day and living on salad and water one day, and everything she can eat the next. When she's not in a bulimia crisis she's in an anorexic one and the worst part is, she sees anorexia as a victory compared to bulimia and I don't know how to tell her that it's gotten too bad for her not to check herself into a mental hospital for her own good because she is just never going to get better on her own.

Life's fucking rough. I still have good things to look forward to. Season 2 of two of my absolute favorite shows!! And then seing my favorite band (although that implied a lot of stressful travelling)!!

Man I just wish I could sleep through everything except for the good moments.

Ps: the camping car trip I mentioned in Day 93 was overall quite bad. I was super sick with extremely high fever for almost half the trip and couldn't even stand up for more than 20 seconds. I had genuinely never been this sick in my life and I was getting pretty much zero compassion from my family. When I got home I went to the premiere of a movie based on one of my favorite series and it was a really good experience although I was still sick at the time. I went home for a while, saw my doctor who said it wasn't much, got better on my own, and that's about it.

[lokidokieokie]

You’ve Been Here All This Time?

Summary: Y/n hasn’t heard from her soulmate in years and eventually learned to live with the fact that sometimes soulmates aren’t meant to be. What happens when she writes one last message to hers while living at the Sanctum?

Soulmate AU where soulmates communicate with each other by writing on their skin. 

Notes: maybe some slight angst? mostly fluffy though :) 

At first you had thought that they were just busy. People need to do things like work, run errands, or visit family. So it was normal to not communicate for a few days. 

But when you still hadn’t heard anything after a few weeks, you began to worry. You covered your body in ink, sending phrases of worry and concern; trying to get a response. But all of your questions went unanswered. 

You had tried for months to try and get a response. Your heart breaking more as every day passed without one. But after two years without a response, you had to give up and move on...or at least try to. 

You had to accept that they didn’t want anything to do with you...or worse. The former you could kind of believe, but you couldn’t even fathom the latter. 

So you pieced yourself back together and began a new journey. In your heartbroken state, you had somehow ended up in Nepal and stumbled upon Kamar-Taj. They let you in with open arms, and you’ve been a member of the mystic arts ever since. 

After the blip, and the Avengers bringing the vanished back, you thought you owed it to your soulmate to give them one last message. One last note to show that you still think and care about them, even if they don’t want anything to do with you. 

Taking a deep breath, you rolled up your sleeve, and grabbed a pen. 

Hey Romeo,

It’s been awhile since I’ve last wrote to you.

I know you probably don’t want to talk to me, but I just needed to try one last time. I just need to know that you’re okay after everything that happened.

Just give me some sort of sign and I’ll leave you alone. 

Please. I just need to know that you’re okay. 

Love, 

Your Juliet. xxx

You finished your note by drawing the little moon in the corner of your palm and wiped your tears away. 

Hopefully, you’ll get a response.

Roaming around the Sanctum waiting for a response was agonising. Your mind was running rampant with the endless possibilities of what could happen, and you didn’t even notice that you had walked straight into Strange. 

“I’m so sorry, Stephen. My mind’s all over the place. Are you okay?” 

He smiled at you. “I’m fine, Y/n. Don’t worry yourself about it.” 

He pat you on the shoulder and went to walk away when something caught your eye. A little moon, eerily similar to the one that you drew on your own hand, was in the corner of his palm. 

You stilled. That could not be a coincidence. 

“Stephen, wait a second.” He turned back around and quirked his eyebrow. 

“What’s wrong?” 

Shakily, you grabbed his hand. “What are you doing?” He questioned. 

“Did you draw this?” He stared at you like you were crazy, until he realised what you were talking about. 

He sighed, “Oh. No, I didn’t.” You stared at him. 

“It’s my soulmate.” Your eyes widened. “Ever since the accident, I haven’t been able to respond. She thinks I hate her.” He frowned. 

You couldn’t believe it. Stephen Strange was your Romeo? Your roommate/superior/friend was the one that you’ve been trying to reach? 

You took a deep breath, a smile gracing your face. “I’m sure she doesn’t hate you. She’s probably just worried about you.”

“I haven’t responded in nearly seven years, Y/n. She probably thinks I’m dead.” Tears began to slip out of his eyes. “These past years have been torture. Seeing her write things, begging me to respond. It...It hurts, Y/n. I just want to let her know that I care.”

You cradled his face with your hands and wiped his tears away. “She doesn’t think that you’re dead, Stephen. And she knows that you care.” 

“You can’t know that. You’re not her!” Just as he went to turn away you grabbed him. Just as he was about to open his mouth, you interrupted. 

“A couple of hours ago, I wrote to my soulmate--to my Romeo. Someone who I hadn’t heard from in a long time. I asked him to give me some sort of sign that he was okay. After I finished writing, I did what I always did. I doodled a little moon in the corner of my palm.” He stared at you, wide-eyed. “So, Stephen, I do know that she knows you care. Because I am her.” You smiled. 

It was silent for a while. Stephen was just staring at you, looking confused as ever. You were just about to ask if he was okay when he finally spoke. 

“You’ve been here all this time?” He gave you a watery smile that you returned. 

“I guess I have.” 

He stepped towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I tried. I really tried to write back but-”

You cut him off by placing your arms around his neck and colliding your lips with his.  “You don’t need to apologise for anything, Stephen. We’re together now, that’s all that matters.”

With those final words, you claimed his lips once more. 

Ahhhh my first Strange fic! Hope you enjoyed!

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[raainy-daze]

The Problem With Pumpkins and Sewers

halloween special !

rottmnt mikey x gn!reader

summary: you and mikey are doing some early pumpkin carving.

word count: 1120

a/n: i don’t know why this one was so hard to write??? i had the entire first quarter of a different thing written out, but then i had to scrap it, and this is what appeared from me trying to put something together. happy halloween, hope this is still decent!

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Ah, October, the month of spooks and scares. There was a chill in the air, and festivities had begun.

Fun fact, dragging pumpkins down into the sewers is actually kind of a nightmare. Who would’ve guessed? Not you, with your insanely poor planning. You had spent a good five minutes glaring down the manhole, trying to figure out how to get down without breaking a pumpkin or a limb. You thought about calling the guys, but you had too much self-worth to consider it for more than a few minutes.

After several minutes of trial and error, however, you’d finally made it! You were a bit scraped up, but hey, mission accomplished! You absolutely were not volunteering yourself for pumpkin transportation next year, though. You got lucky this time, but you didn’t want to count on that luck twice.

“HEY! SOMEONE TAKE THESE DAMN PUMPKINS OFF MY HANDS, OR I’M GOING TO SCREAM!”

“WHAT ARE YOU YELLING ABOUT?”

“Oh, sorry, Splinter!” You smiled sheepishly at the rat, who you took it was napping prior to your arrival.

“You’ve got the pumpkins?” Mikey caught you off guard, popping up behind you from seemingly nowhere. You dropped a pumpkin, and nearly panicked for a second, but Mikey caught it.

Mikey set his pumpkin down on the table, and you followed suit. Mikey turned to smile at you, but said smile almost immediately dropped. “What happened?” He grabbed your hand, which was scraped up as a result of what could only be described as your scramble down the manhole.

“What do you think?” You raised an eyebrow. “I am never trying that again, for the record. It’s a hard enough trip to make with just a backpack.”

“Hang on, we have some bandaids somewhere!”

“Oh, no, I’m fine-“ Mikey had already vanished. You sighed and accepted it, walking over to the sink to wash the scrape.

“Well, well, well, what’s going on here?” You looked up to see Leo had wandered in. “I heard yelling earlier.”

“Mikey and I are carving pumpkins.”

“You’re carving pumpkins? I thought we were all going to do that together!”

“We are. It’s still too early in the month to have pumpkins last until Halloween, we’re going to do it all together later. Mikey and I are doing early decorative pumpkins.”

“(Y/N),” Leonardo narrowed his eyes, “all jack o’ lanterns are decorative.”

“That’s beside the point.” You stuck out your tongue. “Also, I already got injured taking two down here.” You held up your limp hand to emphasize (even if the limpness was an over exaggeration on your part).

“I found the bandaids!” Mikey reappeared, waving the box of aforementioned bandaids.

“Thanks, Mikey.”

Mikey sat down next to you, pretty much ignoring his brother.

“You two are a couple of bastards, you know that?”

“I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”

Leo rolled his eyes and started walking away, waving his hand dismissively. “Well, I guess I’ll be getting out of your hair.”

“Good riddance!”

“Wow, I was just going to say goodbye, you jerks!”

And Leo was gone. Mikey had already fished and bandage out of the box, holding your hand close so that he could apply it.

“Aaand- there!”

Mikey pressed a kiss over top of the bandaid, making you giggle. “Are we carving pumpkins or not?”

“Right!” Mikey reached for a set of knives he’d left out - seeing him grin as he held a knife out to you wasn’t disturbing at all! - and you set off to cutting open the top of your pumpkin.

Fifteen minutes later, you were scooping out the seeds to hollow out the pumpkin. Most went straight into the trashcan you’d dragged over, but occasionally one of you would set a couple aside on a set of paper towels you’d laid out for Raph and Splinter, who according to Mikey, were the type to eat pumpkin seeds.

“So, what are you going to do with yours?” You asked.

“I’m gonna make it a cat.” Mikey grinned. That certainly sounded on brand. “What about you?”

You shrugged. “Nothing fancy. Just found a reference on Google.”

Mikey nodded. “Classic?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

You heard footsteps coming in from the lab. You didn’t bother looking up, only one person hung around in the lab. “Hey, Donnie.”

“Hey, (Y/N)- OH MY GOD THEY HAVE A KNIFE!”

“Yes, we have knives. We’re gonna use them on your robots.” You looked up at Donnie, who was only just noticing the pumpkins.

“Okay, that’s a great way to get electrocuted.” Donnie shuffled past the two of you, still watching the knives (overdramatic, much?). “I need more coffee.”

“It’s the middle of the afternoon.”

“Oh, believe me, he doesn’t care,” Mikey said.

You sighed before grabbing your phone. You had saved a photo of what you were going to carve, and you thought you had made it to that stage. There were a couple seeds left inside, but they were stuck, and you didn’t want to bother with it anymore.

“Ooo, that looks cool!” Mikey looked at your reference as he shoveled the last of his pumpkins seeds in the trash.

“Let’s just hope I don't mess it up.” You carefully aligned your knife where you wanted the eye to be.

“I believe in you! But don’t cut yourself again please.”

“I will not cut myself.” It was more an affirmation than anything else.

Over the next hour, you and Mikey worked hard on your jack o’ lanterns. You made a few mistakes here and there, but overall it went well by your standards. Mikey’s, of course, was unreasonably well done for just a cat, but that’s the way things go. Every so often, one of his brothers would interrupt the process, but that was to be expected.

When you were both finished, you lit a couple candles and gently placed them inside, and set the top back on. You stepped back to admire your handiwork.

“Early pumpkin carving success!” Mikey cheered.

“Success, indeed. But I feel like mine’s missing something.” You narrowed your eyes, thinking.

“… A nose, maybe?”

“Crap.” You picked your knife back up, and hastily carved a triangle out of the middle. “Okay, now it’s done.” You turned to Mikey, who was hiding his laughter rather badly.

“Well, what do we do with these now? Where are we putting them?”

“I think they should go in your apartment.”

“What?”

“That way, you can have some Halloween cheer at your place! We’re going to have a bunch in the lair in a few weeks, anyway.” He smiled at you.

You took in a deep breath.

“Michelangelo Hamato. If you think I am dragging those back up the manhole. You are SORELY MISTAKEN-“

[venomous--fics]

Anon Requested: Omg wait can i request a fic where reader feels like they aren’t good enough for eddie and venom so reader breaks up with them and eddies sad and just a lot of angst (BUT happy ending) if not thats okay !

A/n: Day 5!! I'm think about just extending the weekathon to the entire month! Not too sure yet, but I should decide quickly huh!! I just think it'd be fun to do something like that. Maybe get more and more festive along the way. What do you think?

Song: Halley's Comet by Billie Eilish

"So, that's just it? You're just gonna up and leave and not tell us why?"

He wanted to sound mad, but his voice gave it all away. You couldn't stand the thought of what you were doing to them both. You couldn't even bring yourself to look at them as you left. You didn't even bother to grab your things. You just left emptyhanded.

Subconsciously, maybe you knew you'd find your way back eventually. But...Not now.

The weight of the world began to crush you with every step you took away from their place. You knew they were watching you from the window. If you had to leave, they'd at least make sure you'd stay safe.

It all felt like a cruel punchline to an unfunny joke. How could you be such a fool to think you'd be good for them? They....They were a protector. A lethal one, but still a protector. They helped people and saved the world from every threat imaginable. You sometimes couldn't even drag yourself out of bed.

It didn't seem fair to drag them down like that. They deserved better. They deserved the world, and you just couldn't give them that. Someday they'd find someone who would.

That night was spent alone on a friend's spare guest bed. The world was so quiet. There were no streetlights beaming into your room. There was no more sounds of late night traffic or the people talking and walking as they passed under your shared window.

There was no more fighting Venom for the comforter because he'd purposely hog it just to get your attention. It always worked. There wasn't the usually jokes about forgetting to set your alarms for the work morning ahead.

You simply set your alarm and laid down. The world seemed so much colder and emptier. It didn't seem fun and bright anymore. The bed felt much more spacious now.. The pillows felt too squishy and new. The sheets looked nothing like his.

Staring at the wall wasn't going to put you to sleep any faster, so you rolled over and clamped your eyes shut. You willed yourself to not cry.

The tv kept repeating the same old stuff. Robbery after robbery. Someone got shot. A car accident. Oh, it's going to rain tomorrow.

We should be fixing that..

"I don't feel like doing anything anymore."

"I don't feel like doing anything anymore either, V."

There was an uncomfortable silence. Normally there'd be some form of a pep talk from you, but now.. Your spot on the couch was empty. All that was there to suggest that you even existed was your favorite throw pillow.

With hesitation, Eddie grabbed the pillow and held it in his lap. It still looked brand new, and that's simply because you always knew how to take care of things. Nothing of yours ever really got broken or misplaced..And you always knew just how to handle things.

"I miss them."

A thought they shared in common. It's felt like months, but it's only been a couple of weeks. Your things were still occupying space here. It was almost torturous having to look at them each day and know that you weren't going to come home.

It was that thought that broke them both. They curled up on the couch, sad and defeated. The world was incomplete because you weren't here to make ti better. A rough day at work? You'd say, "Oh, don't worry." as you made some hot coco to relax with. Emotions getting out of control? You were always there with ways to fix them.

Did they take you for granted? Did they forget to cherish you? Did they do something wrong? Everyone always told them that they were just screwups who ruined everything, so maybe they just fucked it up again.

Maybe they'd learn to live with it. Just not today.

It's just not home anymore. Home is where you were.

The rain was awfully heavy today. But you were thankful. Today was hitting you harder than the last few. You were stumbling down the sidewalk, tears streaming down your face. Nothing seemed to hold any meaning anymore. You'd pass by Mrs. Chen's shop, and normally you'd stop by there to get Eddie and V a snack or two. But now, you simply keep walking.

Today you just let your body walk. To where? Wherever you felt like you needed to go. You were so tired, and so worn down. That only help cement in the fact that you just... You were an absolute nobody. Who could love a nobody?

If only you were born gifted with the brains, the talents or even the powers. Maybe you'd be worth something. Maybe you'd see yourself as more. Maybe if you felt like you held any importance to anyone, you'd find a reason to stick around anywhere, with anyone.

Despite wanted to be more to literally anyone, all you could think is being better for them. They meant so much, no, no, they mean so much to you. It felt so dumb and childish to be so hung up on two of the goofiest creatures on this planet. You couldn't lie to anyone. You were hopelessly in love with Eddie Brock, a man who truly was a breed of his own. And you were in love with Venom, an alien with a heart bigger than his stomach but he's too embarrassed to say it.

You don't want to love them anymore. Because you still believe it was better to not be with them.

You slumped against a light post and wiped your eyes. You tried everything to stop the tears from flowing, but that only made them multiply. You'd scold yourself if you had the energy.

The world really did begin to feel more and more empty. People seemed to walk pass and not even give you a second glance. None of them cared, and to be honest, neither did you. Normally you never noticed other people, because you'd be so wrapped up in whatever it was you and Eddie, and yes, Venom too, were doing.

But they aren't here anymore. You were back to where you started. Alone and afraid of what the world had in store. You used to wake up knowing what you'd be doing...But now you weren't sure.

You remained leaned against the streetlight for an eternity. The sun had set and the moon had risen, yet you remained put. Everything was cold now. The rain had subsided, but the light continued to drip down on you, but even then, you didn't have the willpower to move.

It's better to be cold than to have never been warm, right? That is how the saying goes...Right?

You sniffled, waiting for the next set of drops to hit your head, but they never did. You slowly looked up and saw someone's hands holding up a jacket. They looked like they were doing their best to hold it up like an umbrella, and without touching you. You recognized the jacket immediately, even just from seeing the inside of it. You'd worn it so many times.

You stood up straight and turned around, being greeted with the sight of Eddie. He looked just as tired as you, and just as lost. He looked like he had a million things to say, but it seems like the cat had his tongue.

The universe was giving you a chance. For some reason.

"I'm sorry." was the first thing to spill out of your mouth.

"We're sorry, too."

"You didn- It was me. I was.." You took a step back from under the jacket, but it seems like Venom wasn't having any of that. He moved Eddie's body for him, this time, draping the jacket on your shoulders.

You gently crossed your arms and held them close, appreciating the gesture now.

"You can leave now. If you want." Eddie moved back a little, "We just saw that you were cold.."

"I don't want to go." you gripped onto the jacket, trying to fight the new wave of tears threatening to come out, "I just.. I had to because I felt like I wasn't good enough."

You were about to ramble on when Eddie cut you off, "That's why you left?"

"I'm sorry." You felt like you could just curl up and die on the sidewalk.

You looked down, staring at the cracks that littered the walkway. You'd find someway to make this poetic.

Two hands, one human and the other very much not, wrapped themselves around you as they pulled you into a warm embrace.

"Did we make you feel that way?"

The way Eddie's voice cracked made your arms go limp at your sides.

"No. I made myself feel that way- But I can't help it. You guys do so much good and I-"

"We love you."

The hug got tighter, "We used to do what we did because it was the right thing to do. But then we met you and it all changed. It seems so cliche to say that, but...It's true."

"You're just saying that."

"We adore you. We promised to do everything we can to make sure we leave this world a better place for you."

Your hands shook as your fought with yourself. You wanted to hold them just as close as they were holding you, but you felt-

"I don't deserve this.."

Unworthy.

In typical Brock fashion, and never knowing how to truly deal with his emotions, Eddie clung to you, almost pleading, "Would you just listen to what we're saying."

"You can't love me."

"Why the hell not? Huh? Whose going to stop us?"

"Nobody's going to stop us."

"Why is it me. Out of all the worthy people, why me?"

"You're such a good person. I know you don't see that..But you're the kindest person I've ever met."

"Certainly the nicest I've met..."

Every last word you wanted to yell out into the night sky just vanished from your mind. You wrapped your arms around Eddie and squeezed as hard as you could.

"How many times do we have to say it to make you believe it?"

"I'll say it a billion times," Eddie said, "Most guys would quit at a million but me? I don't know when to quit."

"It's true. He doesn't. But if saying it a billion times gets you to come home, then I'd do it a million more than him."

"I," You started, taking in a deep shaky breath, "I wanna go home regardless."

"We can talk more there if you're comfortable."

"With coco."

"I would like that."

The walk home was a talkative one.

Eddie's hand held yours tightly, but not too tight. He was so afraid that if he didn't hold it firmly enough, you'd simply slip away again. He was sure as hell not letting that happen again.

The apartment looked the exact same as when you left. You were so surprised by that. Normally they'd be a mess if you were gone for too long, and the apartment would reflect that.

"It all looks the same."

"Oh. Yeah." Eddie busied himself with fetching the hot chocolate ingredients.

"We couldn't bring ourselves to ruin your hard work...Or move your things." For the first time, Venom seemed sad.

They both seemed tired. You wanted to feel bad, knowing that they felt that way because of you. But knowing that they loved you meant that they felt bad, not because of you, but because you were gone.

Without thinking, your hand reached out and grabbed Eddie's arm, startling him a little.

"Can we go lay down for a little bit.." you asked quietly, "I think we all need a little rest."

Relief washed over him as he set down the cups and lead the way to the bedroom. There was no more words as you three crashed onto the mattress. Venom used a small tendril to turn the lamp off and pull you closer to Eddie.

"Are you okay with loving a nobody like me?" you asked as you watched him shut his eyes.

"Are you okay with loving two nobodies?"

"We are all losers."

Venom pulled a blanket over you and Eddie, going so far as to fluff the pillows under your heads.

"And that's okay. I love us the way we all are."

You yawned for the first time in ages as your eyes closed, "I love us too."

There was that familiar light coming through the window. And there was the sounds of the cars and the people. The world felt just right and you were home. You moved closer to Eddie and placed a quick, soft kiss on his lips, and his arms were quick to wrap around you.

You felt a soft tendril wrap around your arm.

"I know what you're feeling and what you're thinking." His voice sounded surprisingly quiet, "But you are more than enough for us. We don't say it, but sometimes we feel the same way. You could certainly do better than us. But.."

The tendril tighten a little, but not enough to really do much.

"You left and we realized...We don't know what to do without you. We didn't feel like doing anything anymore. It felt pointless."

You turned your head to look at your arm, seeing two small white eyes staring at you with a mixture of sadness and adoration.

"I know I'm not good with these human emotions..I might never be good with them, but..I know that I love you. And Eddie loves you too. We always try our best to show you..But you are truly all we need to be happy in this life."

You were a bit shocked with how much Venom had to say. Most of the time, he tried to use the least amount of words possible to get his point across, so you knew that he meant it.

"You both complete me, and for once, I finally have the courage to say it, because I don't know when I'll get the chance to say it again."

You smiled softly at him, and moved your arm in a way where you could place a soft kiss onto the top of his tiny little worm head.

"I won't leave again. I promise we can talk about it first."

"Talking is good."

"I love you, V."

"I love you too." He seemed to pause as he shot a glance up to Eddie, just to make sure he was still asleep, "More than that guy."

"Not possible." Eddie groaned, adjusting a little.

You smiled a little as you curled up under the blanket and actually shut your eyes for good for the night. Finally, a good night's rest. You still had doubts, maybe not many and none as big and frightening as before, but that was normal.

Not everything in life is a given or a certainty. You're not promised to tomorrow and it's not a give that you'll be a millionaire. But where you are now is where you're supposed to be. Don't doubt it. The two halves of your heart will quite literally walk to the ends of the universe just to see you smile, and that's more than enough for you.

[wonlouvre]

hello!! can i request a fwb!wonwoo + angst to fluff 🥺 thank u

start | j. ww.

pairing: race car driver wonwoo x g.n. reader genre: fluff, angst if you squint, also 18+ (some sexual themes, mentions) warnings: couple’s arrangement is FWB, but nothing explicit, accident, injury mentions of sex (please tell me if i missed anything!) word count: 1.5k+ (i have no regrets)

💌: hi anon! thank you so much for requesting <3 this is not as explicitly fwb and angsty and i’m so sorry :((( i hope you still like it tho! i actually thought of developing this into a oneshot someday-ish. who knows? tell me what you think!

It’s no secret that you frequent Jeon Wonwoo’s office a lot. It’s also no secret that something bloomed the first time you introduced yourself to him after he won the race hosted by his very own racing track. You’re interested in cars as much as you are interested in the youngest owner of the most coveted luxurious cars in the world. You own yourself a few. Some you have purchased from him and some he has given himself for free in exchange for the special arrangement that the two of you have.

The attraction was quick but it took quite a while for the two of you to give in. Being professional business partners and all. But along the way, the two of you reached an agreement. An agreement that you thought would only last for about two months tops and yet here you are, eight months later, still running to his arms. You know Wonwoo is no different. 

“Hi Woozi. How’s my favorite racer doing?” You greet Wonwoo’s friend lounging outside the closed doors of the office you’re supposed to be visiting.

“If you’re here to visit your man, there’s a line,” Woozi deadpans as he boringly flips through the magazine with his fingers. “I’m supposed to be practicing with Wonwoo right now but he seems to be caught with something, someone that isn’t you.”

You didn’t fail to catch Woozi’s disdain and that only makes you giggle. You sit on the opposite side of the center table, placing your Prada purse beside your hip as you cross your legs. You feign ignorance on his “your man” remark but the term “someone” fuels your jealousy. Of course, you will never admit that to him. 

“It’s an admirer,” you say and grab yourself a magazine to skim through. Might as well entertain yourself if you’re indeed going to wait. It’s unbelievable. You keep in mind to avenge your wasted time in the bedroom with Wonwoo. “Been doing a lot of visiting on behalf of they’re old father who has no single interest in race cars.” 

Woozi frowns at the information. “How do you know that?”

You look up from the latest issue of racer weekly and blink up at him before pursing your lips. “I saw their car parked in my supposed parking spot. Plus, they send an awful lot of gifts that Wonwoo just gives away to his staff. Gifts are a normal exchange between potential business partners, but it’s not when said business partner always leaves love notes.”

“And, you’re not bothered at all?” Woozi finally asks the question you know he’s been dying to ask. 

You smirk and return the magazine to the table. Then, you pick your bag up as you stand to your feet. “Of course I am bothered. I could be with Wonwoo right now, at this moment, but they’re holding me up and I don’t like that.”

You fix your hair and skirt before strutting to the huge doors and opening them without knocking. Wonwoo is not surprised to see you but you can tell he’s relieved with the way he’s smiling at you. On the other hand, his visitor doesn’t appreciate you barging in like that. They’re resentment is pretty obvious with how they’re glaring at you. 

But it doesn’t matter. They don’t matter as you walk to the man you’re here for. 

“Woozi is waiting for you,” you cheekily say before rounding straight to his executive table to give his cheek a smooch, your red lipstick leaving a mark. You gingerly wipe it with your thumb while he just keeps smiling, looking up to you. “I wanted to stop by to invite you for lunch, but it looks like you’re busy.”

Wonwoo shakes his head and holds your hip and stands up from his chair. “No, I’m good. They’re just about to leave.”

The other person in the room panics. “But I wasn’t done explaining—.”

“My team will review your proposal and we’ll get back to you if they deem it beneficial for our company,” Wonwoo bids farewell and holds your hand to his. “My assistant will escort you outside. Thank you for your time.”

Wonwoo didn’t give them the chance to say anything else because he’s already leading you outside to meet Woozi who’s been waiting for him. You also didn’t have the chance to say your goodbyes to them because the toned arm around your waist and deep voice against your ear is enough to distract you. 

“They were cute,” you make a point to mention the culprit behind your stolen parking spot when you finally get the chance to sit down at Wonwoo’s favorite restaurant. “I think this is the third time I saw them at your office this week.”

Wonwoo gives your orders to the waiter without the need to ask what you fancy because he already knows. When the order is set, he returns his attention to you and flashes his signature smile that makes your legs grow weak. “Why? Are you jealous?”

“No, no,” you’re quick to answer before sipping on the lukewarm water you requested. “Just annoyed that during the three times I saw them, they have also taken it upon themselves to just park at my spot.” 

Wonwoo chuckles and opens his palms on the table, seeking your hand to hold halfway. You roll your eyes, but you don’t hesitate to grant him access to your ring clad hand (the ring was a gift from him and you haven’t taken it off ever since you received it). His phone suddenly dings! and you know it’s Woozi grilling him for not keeping to his end and practicing with him. 

You let Wonwoo cater to his friend’s needs all the while letting his other hand caress yours, his fingers digging on the silver band once in a while. Your heart and mind can’t help but get confused about where you stand with him because of gestures like this. 

At some point, you’re supposed to end this, right? Whatever this may be. But the real question is, do you want to end this with Wonwoo? This happiness, this warmth, this comfort, this lov—.

You step on the brakes before you could continue and blink away the daze you were stuck on for a moment. Wonwoo must have noticed you flinch because he drops his phone back on the table, eyes full of concern directed towards you.

“Are you okay?”

You force a smile. “Never better.”

It’s not less than three days later when you receive a call from Wonwoo’s assistant, voice frantically shaking as they inform you about what happened. 

To your horror, Wonwoo got injured in an accident while performing practice laps with his friends. 

You own race cars but you never thought you would be driving one beyond your usual speed limit because the stupid boy you’re in love with got in an accident. There, you admit it. You’re in love with Jeon Wonwoo not only because of his stroke game, abs, broad shoulders and deep voice among many perfect features of his.

You’re in love with him because he makes today's you look forward to tomorrow’s him. 

You try to calm your heart that’s been beating so fast because of the adrenaline and anger that’s coursing through your blood right now. Wonwoo better make sure he’s not badly injured, otherwise you would throw your hands at him yourself. 

A cut on his forehead, lips and nose. 

And a dislocated shoulder as cherry on top. 

You couldn’t mask your disappointment when you saw Wonwoo getting checked on for the last time by the doctor in charge. You grimace when you hear him groan as they place the sling on him. What do you even do with this boy?

When everyone else is gone and it’s only the two of you left, your disappointment and anger vanishes the moment he calls you.

“Hi baby.”

Your tense shoulder loosens and your legs quickly run towards him (carefully). 

“I hope you know that I hate you right now,” you say without meaning them anyway. 

Wonwoo has the energy to giggle and tug at your hand to sit beside him. He leans his head near your chest, a habit he’s been doing whenever he wants you to coddle him. Carefully and gently, you hold his head and caress his greasy locks. You’re sure it’s going to be a struggle to help him shower in the coming days. 

“Did you see your parking spot?” Wonwoo suddenly mumbles. 

“Why are you bringing that up now?” You frown. 

“I put your plate number on the wall so that no one can take the spot.” 

“Wonwoo!” 

“Baby,” he whines. “Not so loud.”

“Why would you do that?” You hiss. 

“Because I love you?” Wonwoo answers, his soft kitten eyes gazing up at you. 

You gulp and look away, trying not to smile at what he just said. 

“I was supposed to make a romantic confession over the weekend,” Wonwoo says, making you look back at him. “We’re gonna have to postpone, I guess.”

“You’re an idiot,” you whisper before pressing your lips against his smiling ones. “But, I love you too.”

“Does that mean you’ll be staying over my place until this shoulder is back to normal?” Wonwoo pleads, lips moving against yours. 

Your eyes glimmer with mischief. “Yes and that also means no sex until then.”

“Wait, what? No!”

There’s still a lot of talking to do and a lot of changes to happen. But for now, you’re just glad that today’s Wonwoo is alright. 

[salmonskinrolltf]

Like a Light Switch

Charlie Puth admired himself in the mirror, adjusting the collar on his extremely open button-down shirt.

His medium-length hair was perfectly coiffed, but he delicately adjusted a couple flyaways to make sure they didn’t interfere with his clean-cut look. He had just started to check his pores in the mirror when he was interrupted by the light flicking off and on and off and on in quick succession. His girlfriend stood in the doorway, her finger on the switch.

“Charlie, are you going to sit there primping yourself all day or are you going to take me out to brunch?”

Charlie grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, babe. You know what it’s like with photographers. I gotta make sure every inch of me is perfect every time I leave the house. And remember, we have to cut brunch short today, I have a haircut at 2:00.”

She sighed. “But do you have to be so, like… intense about it? All my friends keep asking me if you’re secretly gay and I’m your beard. You know, I’m pretty sure no other straight musician spends every other night in a cleansing mask to shrink his pores.”
Charlie shrugged. “Look, I have a brand to maintain here.”

“Couldn’t your brand be more… relatable?”

Charlie glared at her. “What do you want me to say, I wish I acted more like a schlubby straight dude?”

Her eyes flashed green and she grinned, her teeth sharpening into deadly points. “That’s exactly what I want you to say, Charlie. You see, when you’re a genie and some lonely gay college kid wishes to, say, be able to fit in more with their queer peers, to be prettier, have more knowledge about how to properly shampoo and moisturize… Well, those traits have to come from somewhere. Thanks, babe. It’s been fun!”

She flicked the light switch off again and Charlie was plunged into darkness. He fumbled for the wall and flipped it back on, not realizing she had vanished from the house, considering that she had vanished from his memories as well. He scratched his chin, trying to remember what the hell he was getting ready for. Oh yes! His haircut at 2. Ugh… That was all the way across town. In this traffic?

A wave of exhaustion flowed through Charlie and he decided that maybe sneaking some me time was more important than getting a haircut this week. He could wait a couple more days before getting a trim, he’d been too uptight about his looks lately anyway. He texted his stylist to cancel and sat down in bed with his notebook to work on the lyrics for his next song. It was a swoonworthy ballad about lost love, but he wasn’t feeling particularly inspired and without realizing it, fell asleep, drool pooling on the pillow beneath him.

As he slept, his hair began to droop from its perfectly coiffed position. He twitched his nose as it began to lengthen and slither down his cheeks. Suddenly, as if he had shoved his face into a wind tunnel, his hair began to whip around, the styling product he used evaporating into thin air as his new longer cut became an unruly mass of curls.

His perfectly curated mustache stubble also began to grow out quite a bit, giving his upper lip a dense, manly thickness. Slight stubble also dotted his chin and a respectable soul patch had begun to sprout under his mouth. Charlie woke up an hour later.

He scratched his head, not noticing that the curls bouncing with the motion hadn’t been there earlier that day. He decided it was time to head to the gym; it was important to maintain his toned physique for a music video shoot he had later in the month. However, on the way out he noticed a shadow on his face. He stared at himself confused. When had he let his stubble grow out so much? He took a quick trip to the bathroom to shave off everything but his longtime mustache stubble and headed out back to his private gym.

After a warmup run, he took off his shirt, revealing his svelte, hairless body to the world as he pounded a punching bag.

He was feeling a bit of a stitch in his side, so he ran into his kitchen real quick to grab a banana and up his potassium, scrolling through Twitter at the kitchen island while he ate.

When he was finished, he went to throw the banana peel away, but noticed the trash was full. He was hit with another sudden wave of exhaustion and decided he’d take it out later. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if he left the peel on the counter for, like, an hour while he finished his workout.

He whistled as he walked back out to the gym and easily pounded out some good reps at the weight bench.

After his workout, Charlie showered and dressed in his most comfortable robe. He decided to stay in and watch a movie tonight rather than go out, because he’d been feeling weirdly out of it all day, even with his adrenaline pumping from the gym. He was deciding between movies when he stepped back into his kitchen and was hit by a pungent smell. Startled, he looked up to see the kitchen counter loaded with old banana peels, abandoned pizza boxes, and crumbs. Had somebody broken in and… what, eaten a lot of food?

Confused and panicked, he went from room to room and discovered a similar mess everywhere. His living room was piled with empty chip bags, his bathroom was dingy and the sink was coated in hair, and the sheets on his bed seemed stained with barbecue sauce. For some reason, the panic seemed to settle into the back of his brain, but the sight of his house still appalled him. He decided to throw on some music and spend the rest of the night cleaning. He started with the bedroom, gathering up the sheets and a pile of unwashed laundry, dumping them in the washing machine while he emptied and scrubbed the kitchen, finally clearing up the mess in the living room. His nose was struck with another pungent smell, but when he flapped his robe open he realized it was coming from him.

He must have been working up more of a sweat while cleaning than he realized. He decided to take a quick shower, but first, he was gonna just sit on the newly clean couch and give himself a break. Maybe rest his eyes a bit…

Charlie woke up with sunshine streaming through the window, which seemed covered in greasy fingerprints. He was covered in chip crumbs and the coffee table was covered in crumbs, fast food containers, and dog-eared magazines. “What the fuck is going on?” he said.

“Oh… Now I remember. I fell asleep on the couch! Weird how disorienting that can be.” He didn’t feel like cooking this morning, so he kicked his feet up on the coffee table while he ordered Postmates, knocking a half-filled carton of fried rice off the other end, spilling the contents over his stained and dirty carpet.

Once the Postmates driver had delivered his Egg McMuffin, he wandered into the kitchen to see if he had any extra ketchup, digging through jars and containers of moldering leftovers to find a crusty bottle in the back of his fridge.

Once he had devoured his muffin, he wandered out to the gym for his morning workout. He decided to start with weights today, but as he sat at the bench he was hit with yet another wave of exhaustion. He decided he’d only do one rep of everything today. What was skipping one workout? He’d be fine. He grabbed the bench press bar and suddenly found himself having trouble, well, pressing it. Had he accidentally put more weight on it than usual? He looked to either side as his arms trembled, but everything seemed normal. Huffing and puffing, he managed to slowly push the bar up, not realizing that his gut was slowly inflating the higher the bar got, stretching out the fabric of his T-shirt.

He put it back with a clang, wiped his forehead, and decided that maybe he’d just skip weights altogether today. He got in his running gear and went for a quick jog around the block, but his gait felt lopsided and his feet were moving like molasses. He began to breathe more shallowly and felt suddenly dizzy.

One of his neighbors looked over, concerned, and he held out a hand to indicate he was fine. As he raised his arm, he exhaled once more and his gut flopped forward, becoming a perfectly round ball that made him look like he was smuggling a tire under his sweatshirt. Fuck, he felt so out of shape. What was happening?

He walked back home, his arms behind his head, his pits stinking to high heaven. He gave a subtle sniff or two, slightly relishing the fact that he smelled like a real man now. He never used to smell like that. It must be all the working out.

He ordered a pizza that night and chugged a whole six pack of beer while watching reruns. Slightly buzzed, he made his way to bed and flopped onto his back, staring at the ceiling dazedly until he slipped off into blissful sleep. He woke up the next morning with a hell of a hangover and an itchy face.

He stumbled over to the mirror and was startled to see that he now sported a thick scraggly beard, and his unkempt curls had now become a full rat’s nest of greasy hair.

Alarmed, he grabbed a pair of scissors and reached up to cut off the ends of his bedraggled locks, exposing his sweaty armpit to the open air.

The air suddenly filled with a ripe musk and he sniffed it with pleasure. The smell filled his mind and shoved every thought out of his brain. The scissors clattered to the floor as his fingers relaxed. Fuck, why was he so worried about stupid shit all the time? He needed to spend the day just chilling out. He burped and scratched his butt, which had also grown in the night, amply filling out the back of his shorts. He wandered over to the unkempt living room, which now looked like a bomb of pizza-flavored Pringles had gone off overnight.

He settled into his favorite recliner and turned on the TV, turning on ESPN and enjoying the pre-game coverage. He grabbed an open bag of chips and started stuffing some into his mouth, letting the crumbs fall onto his protruding front. The day passed happily in this way. Hell, the WEEK passed happily in this way. He hardly noticed how much time had passed until his phone rang in his pocket. He put in on speaker, saying, “Sup? It’s Chuck.”

“Charlie? Charlie, is that you?” came the voice of his manager. “Where the hell are you? You were supposed to be on set for this music video at 6AM.”

The music video? Wasn’t that next week? Charlie sat up in alarm and realized that the show airing the same Sunday night program he had been watching when he started, accidentally upsetting some of the crumbs that had gathered and sending them tumbling to the carpet in a gritty spray.

A bubble of worry began to rise in his chest, but quickly popped and dissipated. What was the point in worrying about shit?

He grunted and burped. “Nah man, I’m not gonna come. You don’t gotta call me anymore. I don’t wanna do any of that gay shit. I’ll make some songs when I feel like it, but like… Real songs. Cool songs. Like ROCK songs. AC/DC and shit, you know? When I feel like it… IF I feel like it.”

He drifted off, snoring, and his manager hung up in a huff.