#haven’t touched marvel in a long time but I’m pretty sure he’s looking for colleges in his own movie too

[soullessjack]

i think jack and mcu peter parker could probably bond over having their entire character be reduced to the precious smol bean lovechild for a popular ship

[redrobin-detective]

Just one single glimpse of relief

TW: OC death, death themes

“Hey,” Sydnee looked up at the sound of the voice. It was familiar, safe, and it stopped her tears for a moment. She can’t remember where she was or what she’d been doing. All she knew was that she was scared and upset and didn’t know what to do. It felt like she’d been crying forever when the voice appeared. “Hey there, it’s Phantom. Can I come closer?”

Sydnee gasped as the town hero, Phantom, approached her slowly. Syd was a bit of a nerd and she couldn’t get enough of those superhero movies. She always tuned in to Phantom’s fights on TV; he was as close as she’d get to a real life Superman or Captain Marvel. She’d never seen him up close before though. He was younger than he appeared on TV, not more than his early teens. Sydnee, almost 24, was hit by a wave of mortification over how they’d described the hunky, we-thought-he-was-older kid on Margarita Night. This day just got better and better, not that she remembered it.

“How are you doing?” Phantom asked quietly, floating near her but not getting too close. He was watching her warily but not unkindly. She saw how some folks treated him, he was probably worried she’d throw a shoe at him. “What’s your name?”

“Sydnee, with an extra e not a y. Uh Tanner, Sydnee Tanner,” she mumbled. Ugh why were words so hard. Her head felt fuzzy and very far away, she thinks she was going to start panicking again. What was she even so upset about? “I don’t know what’s going on. Where are we and what happened. I don’t- I don’t remember anything.”

“It’s okay,” he said soothingly, floating a little closer. The soft glow he emitted brightened up the dark place they were in. Was she in a collapsed tunnel? What had she been doing here? She’d never been claustrophobic but the debris and rubble of the place seemed to close in on her. “Hey, hey, just look at me.” She turned and met his kind eyes, soft and easy. “We’ll walk through it together. What is the last thing you remember?”

“I was late to work,” Syd said, the memory popping up before her. “I um work at the Donut Delights bakery in that strip mall next to the middle school. My cats had knocked over some of my houseplants in the night so I had to clean them up and was running behind. I open the store on Wednesdays - oh it’s Wednesday! - so I knew I’d be in trouble. But I made it, just barely. I was starting up the ovens when.” Syd furrowed her brow and took in the hero before her. The one who was almost never seen outside a fight. “There was a ghost attack, wasn’t there?”

“Welcome to Amity Park,” Phantom said grimly. “I’ve been here a couple times; the jalapeno bacon topped donuts are my favorite. My mom and sister buy them sometimes if they want to bribe me into doing something.”

“You weirdo, only crazy people eat that weird flavor,” Sydnee chuckled. “You have a family?”

“Of course, we all have a family out there somewhere. What about you?” He asked gently. There was something about the soft way he was talking to her, the way his eyes flickered around the dark like he was looking for something. He had news he didn’t want to tell her and she wasn’t ready to hear it. Not yet. Just a few more minutes of denial before she faced the revelation she couldn’t bear to touch yet.

“Yeah, mom and dad and two younger sibs. Folks divorced forever ago, I barely remember them actually being together. Mom is is living it up in Dubai working as a pastry chef in one of their fancy hotels. Dad’s an auto-mechanic down on Maple street, Duke’s Car Services. Pretty sure you got tossed through the window a year ago.”

“I’ve been tossed through many windows but I know the place you’re talking about. So a big family, any friends? Boyfriends? Girlfriends?”

“I have a boyfriend,” she continued on hastily, taking the distraction for what it was. “I like him, a lot and we’ve been dating since high school. Everyone says I should marry him and we’ve talked about it, casually, but I’ve never dated anyone else and wonder if I should see other people first. You know, test the waters before I settle down with my high school sweetheart like my folks did and look how they turned out.”

“Mhmm,” Phantom hummed nodding, encouraging her to continue.

“DeShawn is great though, he’s very supportive and sweet in his own kind of absentminded way. He’s got epilepsy real bad though, I have to drive him everywhere since he’s always at risk of a seizure. Annoying sometimes but its nice, you can learn a lot about a person from a conversation while you’re alone together.”

“Very true, I’m learning a lot now,” Phantom smiled. “What about your siblings?”

“I have a brother and a sister, Kennedy is finishing his sophomore year of college and Janelle will be a senior in high school. She was a surprise baby, one last attempt of my parents to reconcile before the big D. It didn’t help but I got a great sister out of it, she’s a real firecracker.”

“Janelle,” Phantom’s eyes lit up. “She’s the one always dying her hair. I see her in the hallways of Casper, she’s hard to miss. I think she draws too, she won an art award I think.”

“Yeah!” Sydnee said enthusiastically, she reached out and grabbed ahold of Phantom’s arm. It was cold but solid. It reminded her that she really couldn’t feel anything, nothing but him. “Yeah, I swear her hair is a new color every time I see her. It’s a dark purple now, it looks pretty good on her. She was a peachy orange for picture day last year. Mom called her up screaming when she saw the photos.”

“I thought it looked cool,” Phantom grinned, “not that I was there for picture day. Ghost attack, you know. My mom was upset with me too.” They laughed lightly for a minute before it gently petered off leaving them alone in the dark. Sydnee didn’t have any feeling in her toes, in any part of her. She felt light and disconnected and all over out of sorts. She was pretty sure she knew what had happened but she couldn’t face it yet. But talking to Phantom, it seemed a little easier.

“I remember the attack now,” Sydnee stated quietly. “It was a big ghost bear only it was the size of a pickup truck. It rammed into the store there was chaos and screaming. It was so loud, the screaming of the customers, the bear, building coming down on top of us...” her lips wobbled. “We’re still in the store, aren’t we? I haven’t wanted to turn around because... because I know my body is buried underneath the concrete back there.”

“Yeah,” Phantom breathed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get here in time. Most everyone in the area got out but you and a few others in the store got trapped under the rubble. Mrs. McDaniels who lived on Eustis street and was the first woman in her family to go to college plus Eddie Drake who came down from Chicago to check out the ghost stuff with their boyfriend and was a tattoo artist.”

“Did you talk to them too?” She questioned in surprise.

“Briefly, Mrs. McDaniels didn’t stay long, just long enough to tell me, and I quote, “stop wasting time on her dead ass and get to the others.” She already passed on. Eddie, they didn’t take it well. We talked for a while and I think they need a little more time to accept it, see their loved ones first. I warned them that the longer they delay death, the harder it is and the more you lose yourself. You’re the last, all the way in the back of the store. When you’re ready, I’m going to bring your body out.”

“Thank you,” she whispered before breaking out into hysterical laughter. “God I bet I’m a wreck, I think I put my shirt on inside out I was in such a rush this morning,” she sniffled. “What do I do now, as a ghost? I don’t have to, like, attack people, do I?”

“No,” Phantom sighed. “Most ghosts are just normal people, no one else but other ghosts will see you and you’re not going to be strong enough to interact with the real world for a long, long time. You can stick around a bit if you want, watch over your family but it’s like I told Eddie, you forget things pretty quick. Or you can move on, that part I can’t help you with but I’ve helped a lot of others go that route and I’m told it’s easy.”

“Easy, then why haven’t you?” She questioned angrily, the full weight of the situation crashing over her. She shoved him and he floated back passively. “I’m a freaking ghost and you’re here talking to me like you’re my therapist or something. Who’s gonna take DeShawn to his appointments? Or praise my sister’s creative messes? Or badger Ken into picking major? My life is over and you think you can float there and lecture me about it being easy to move on!”

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Phantom soothed, scratching at the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry Sydnee, I wish I could turn back the clock an hour, two hours, and prevent this from happening but I can’t. I’ve tried to mess with time and it doesn’t end well for anyone. I just want, I just want what’s best for you now. You can stay or you can go but I want you to make the decision that you feel most comfortable with. That’s all I can do for you.”

“I think I’d be sad,” she said, crying again, “being able to see everyone but not talk to them, to watch them cry over me. I don’t want to forget them either.” Phantom watched her, easily and earnestly. “What made you choose to stay? Why didn’t you go?”

“I’m a little complicated but I can tell you, when I’ve done all I need to here, I’m not hanging around a second longer than I have to. Being a ghost has it’s perks but it’s also, it’s being stuck in a place you longer fit, watching the world go on without you.”

“Okay,” Syd hiccupped. “Okay, yeah okay.”

“Okay,” Phantom nodded. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No, please don’t,” she grabbed his hands again. “Please I don’t, I know I died alone but I don’t want to do... this alone. Please stay, ugh, calling you Phantom is weird sorry.”

“I don’t know if it’s any less weird but you can call me Danny,” Phantom, Danny, laughed. It was an ordinary name for a superhero but it fit. There was a special thrill in knowing the ghost boy’s name but it’s not like she was going to be around to tell anyone. It was scary, to think of not existing but also sort of comforting, like a long nap with nothing pressing to get up for.

“Can you tell them that I love them, in my place? I know it’s a lot and I’m sure you’re super busy saving the town and everything-”

"It’s not a problem. I’m sure they know but I’ll be happy to pass on the message,” he smiled and it made him look so young. For a second she was struck by how sad it was that she was relying on a kid a decade younger than her for support. But he was here and he was kind and he was what she needed right now. Maybe one day, he’d have his own person talking him through this last step. 

“Okay, Danny, thanks really. For talking, for staying. I’m scared but I, I think I’m ready.” She closed her eyes and squeezed his hands tightly. “Do you, will it hurt?”

“No,” he said, his voice warm despite his inherent chill. “No, Sydnee. No, the hurting is all over now. All you have left ahead of you is peace. Thank you for all that did, you’ll be missed.”

“I’ll see you on the other side. Goodbye.” The world faded to a pinprick, consumed by light. The last thing she saw before she went into it was a stranger’s smile. 

XxX

“Here’s the last,” Phantom said solemnly, delicately setting a broken body he’d carried out of the dilapidated building and on the sidewalk next to the others. “This is Sydnee Tanner, she was the only employee in the store at the time. She has cats at home who will need taking care of. Her dad works at Duke’s Car Services along with siblings and a boyfriend.”

“Don’t know how you know all that but thanks for getting these folks out,” Sheriff Newton sighed. “Damn shame. Keep up the good work kid, we’ll save the next ones for sure. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some rather unhappy news to break to several people.”

“Do you mind if I tag along? I have a few messages I need to pass on.”

[volexis]

⤷ december 14 ▸ don’t leaf me hanging ft. bakugou

summary: holiday parties aren’t the best way to spend a pleasant, snowy evening, especially when you bump into your frenemy practically everywhere you go. your evening takes a turn for the worse when you’re stuck together beneath the most odious sprig of the season: mistletoe. how will you get out of this one?

warnings: slight hint of college au, some cursing, mentions of drinking, unwanted advances

wc: 1.9k

a/n: this was horrible but terribly gratifying to write at the same time,,, low key my first time writing for both bakugou and bnha and high key v nervous about posting this since its like a billion years late but i guess its a christmas present?

note: find the rest of the advent calendar here!

Idle chatter rings in your ears as you cradle a mug of now cooled hot chocolate. The room was pleasantly warm, but the onset of partygoers stifled you. Everything was swelteringly suffocating and you gave Mina a sheepish smile. “I’m gonna go refill my drink, I’ll be right back.”

“(Y/N), you haven’t even touched—”

You paid her no heed and all but bolted towards the kitchen. Immediately the atmosphere quieted, the living room’s noise dulling to an easily ignored thrum. You leaned against the marbled counter, fingers skimming the slight pores of the mineral. 

“What’re you doing here?” You heard a growl from the other side of the table, the tenacity of its timbre almost making you drop your cup. You spun to meet scarlet eyes that practically burned into you. Immediately, a scowl pulled at your lips. Of course, it was none other than the resident pain in your ass, nuisance extraordinaire: Bakugou Katsuki. 

He had it in for you the day you’d met, that much you knew. It was as if he took one look at you and dismissed you as what he generously liked to call ‘an extra’. As if he couldn’t be bothered to dignify you with his presence, let alone a conversation. Normally, you’d brush it off but something about it all irked you to no end. You made it your mission to be around him as much as possible, learn what makes him tick as well as what made him hate you so. Initially, he reacted as predicted. He practically leveled the building that first day in his booming voice and irate fury, to which you responded with nothing but a laugh. As enigmatic as he may seem, Bakugou was surprisingly predictable. 

The weeks passed by and you’d come to notice his yelling had toned down, not significant enough to be perceptible by the rest, but his words no longer held the same sharp edge as before though his aggressivity was as boisterous as ever. Soon enough you began to feel more at ease in his presence, even going as far as looking forward to the next time you’d see him at your lectures, in the halls, out at lunch. Catching yourself scanning the area for his presence every time you’d enter a room. In short, you had fallen for him. Hard.

Together you fell into a steady rhythm. He allowed you to remain in his vicinity unscathed and you didn’t have to tiptoe around his easily detonated temper. 

You quickly learned his moods were more fluctuant than you ever could’ve guessed. The days leading to the small holiday party you found yourself in were riddled with the same explosive disposition from when you’d first met. Every stinging barb and taunt wounded you a little more than you’d like to admit. And then, radio silence. You no longer studied together, he no longer met your eyes when you had made a particularly interesting comment. Back to the very beginning when he didn’t even know you existed. You didn’t know what hurt more. 

You forced yourself to take a deep breath and smooth your words into a clipped, polite speech.

“I’m in the kitchen, same as you. Do you have a problem with that?”

The blonde balked, opening his mouth to spew a retort, when Mina stumbled into the kitchen, bright smiles and full of boundless cheer. “(Y/N) since you’re in here would you mind getting me and—” 

Her words died on her lips, tripping over each other as he planted her hands on your shoulders and tugged you away from the blonde, an uneasy grin on her face. “We’ll be going now.”

You gave him what you hoped looked like a sincere smile; one that hid the painfully evident panic that shot through your limbs. You knew well enough not to provoke him nor did you have the energy to do so. 

Mina stopped pulling once you were safely outside in the hallway. Silence followed as her hands slipped from their perch on your shoulders to your own, shaking them lightly to force you to look at her.

“What was that?” The incredulity that filled her words matched her bug-eyed expression, swerving as she alternated from staring at you and the room you’d just exited. 

“Actually, I don’t know.” You were equally as shocked and stumped as the poor girl. 

“Well, in any case, I don’t think it’s worth ruining Kirishima’s party over whatever it is that’s been going on between you two lately. Just in case, it’ll be safer to avoid him for the rest of the evening, yeah?”

You nodded numbly and allowed her to take you back to the living room now outfitted with a hastily put together dance floor. Mina was right, anyhow. From just one quick look towards the rest of the room, you could tell everyone was enjoying their evening, basking in the warmth coming from the central heating as well as the close proximity. There’s no need to need to spoil the festivities with a silly quarrel you could fix any other day. However, there was one slight issue with your plan. Out of the corner of your eye, you’d catch a glimpse of spiky blonde hair. No matter where you’d go, he’d still be there, somewhere. Every move you made seemed to draw him closer. With a huff, you maneuvered around the throng of dancers to make your way back to the kitchen. There’s still a chance he’d follow you, but at least you’d be further away from the vigilant stares of the crowd. 

As you thought, Bakugou was already leaning against the marbled counter once you stepped in. 

“Mind telling me why you’re avoiding me?”

Before you could answer him, someone else stumbled into the kitchen seemingly towards you, all wobbling steps and inebriated smiles. His drink sloshed in the dented plastic cup he held onto so tightly, rivulets of it spilling down the side and splashing onto his clothes. “You’re really pretty, would you give me your number?”

You scoffed at his sudden forwardness, a scowl pulling at your lips once you had fully registered his words. “Why should I?”

The man, startled at your response, was silent for a beat. Seemingly regaining his composure, he pressed closer into you, backing you further into the counter. “Well,” he leaned towards your ear as if his next words were to be shared only with you. “If you do give me your number, maybe I can call you up and I could show you a good time. Whaddaya say, pretty thing?”

Words failed to form, tripping over each other as you stumbled away from him, away from whatever he thought he was doing. You bumped into something solid as you backtracked, turning around to see that it had been the fiery blonde himself. 

“That’s not happening, asshole, we’ll be going now.” absolute venom dripped from his words as he smiled cruelly, his lips contorting into something akin to a sneer as he takes your hand in his, tugging you away. 

Despite the constant abrasiveness in his everyday mannerisms,  you couldn’t help but marvel at the gentle manner he used to intertwine his fingers with yours. He wasn’t rough in pulling you from the kitchen, he didn’t crush your hand in his grasp or practically pull your arm out of its socket. He was almost sweet, coaxing you away from the situation. 

He only stopped once you were a safe distance away, turned in the direction you’d come from, to presumably make sure the offender hadn’t followed. You’d been too preoccupied with the softness of his touch to notice him watching the kitchen doorway and then the rest of the crowd once he noticed the other student sift in, glaring sharply every time their eyes met. Suffice to say, you were probably not going to hear from him in a long time. 

“Bakugou?” He let out a noise of acknowledgment, eyes still trained on something across the room. 

“You can let go of my hand now.” 

He blinked owlishly, looking down at your fingers as if he now just realized what he had been doing. “You never answered my question.”

“And you haven’t let go of my hand.”

His next words were drowned out by tumultuous cheers and wild shouts of the other students. They’d formed a crowd behind the two of you. Why?

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” You looked to Bakugou in confusion, who responded by pointing up to the top of the doorway to spot a small tangle of mistletoe lies poorly taped to the wood. 

Realization dawned on you and frustration ebbed into your rapidly spiraling thoughts. Of all people to be stuck under that odious herb, it just had to be the one who sent your poor heart into overdrive every time you’d catch one of the softer, more peaceful looks he’d sport around you. Part of you wanted to grab him and plant your lips on his, that part of you had longed for such an opportunity for a while now, longed for him. The other part of you was caught up in trying to process Bakugou’s radical change in behavior. From one minute to the next he had gone from his usual brutally harsh demeanor to holding your hand so tenderly as if he was scared to hurt you.

“We don’t really have to do this if you don’t want to,” You were unsure of what you wanted, what you thought of him. He said nothing as he gently placed his hands on your cheeks, drawing closer till his lips met yours. The world drowned out around you. Electricity surged through your every nerve and you shivered as you felt him nip at your bottom lip. You drown in the taste of spiced cinnamon and his tongue swiping along the roof of your mouth. It’s dizzying and you almost couldn’t believe it had happened once he pulls away. 

Once you look into his eyes you’re suddenly aware of the crowd’s roar behind you. The full weight of the past few moments settle in and you don’t know if you want to slap him or kiss him again. 

“You never answered my question, but I have been treating you like shit all week. You don’t deserve it. You really don’t,” he repeated, tapering off as he fumbled for the right words to say.

“I got scared of my feelings, of what they meant, and I pushed you away because of it.”

“That’s putting it lightly, Bakugou,” You let the ghost of a smile pull at your lips. After all, that’s probably the closest he’d get to an apology.

“Dumbass, don’t interrupt me while I’m trying to tell you that I like you—” His cheeks burned once he realized what he’d said. You mirrored his reaction, eyes widening at his words.

“You like me?” Your smile quirked into a full grin as you pulled him back towards you in another kiss. Immediately his hands shot to your waist, pressing you closer to him as you lost yourself in the way his lips melded against yours. He’s everywhere, up the curve of your spine and down your arms, kissing you with a fervent urgency you’d never known before. The feeling of melting so deliciously against him made your nerves sing. A sudden giddiness spun through you as you pulled away and mirrored Bakugou’s radiant smile. 

“Luckily, I just so happen to like you too.”

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[cncoluv]

CNCO Sleep Over Spring Break

Warnings: Fluffy 

Setting: Four Seasons in Florida/Disney

Background: Thank goodness it is one day away from officially being spring break because I'm so sick of college right now. If I have to think about another advanced research methods class, my head will explode. It has been a crazy year and I have not talked to the boys that much between them being on tour and me having classes. I will call them after their shows and interviews every once in a while. But we all agreed that it has been forever since we have seen each other and that we need to spend time together since I have almost two weeks off of college and work. We all agreed that we should spend some time together during their tour in Florida since that was a place that I had not been to since I was young.

(Y/N)

We all agreed that another sleepover was absolutely necessary so we could revert back to being children again to sing and dance all over again and not have a care in the world. It was refreshing because I have not had a break or a fun time in a long while, and I am sure they need one as well with the constant touring. While packing my clothes for tomorrow, I decided that we would go to a fancy restaurant and it would be my treat. I am sure I am going to have to fight them since they do not like me to pay for all of them at once because they are stubborn.  For the restaurant, I am bringing the most beautiful dress that I own, a deep purple dress with diamonds that gleam all over that in any light. The top of the dress has an off of the shoulder fit and it has leg slits on both sides that show your thighs, which is almost scandalous because it is very high up on the leg. It is a form-fitting dress so it shows off all of your curves in the correct way. You pick your 5-inch stiletto black heels to go with the outfit, and it matches perfectly, so you are super excited. You pick out your other outfits which are summer clothes mostly shorts and crop tops or tank tops with sandals or pretty dresses. You pick the first outfit that you were going to be wearing that next morning to see them which was a black and white checkered crop top with biker shorts and black converses.

When everything is packed and you wind down from the day you finally get to sleep, you get up early the following day, ready to go to the airport. You get up and get dressed to get on your flight, and you are wearing white shorts with a light and dark blue ombre crop top with white flip-flops. As you get on your flight, you are a little nervous, but you get over it pretty quickly because everything is going smoothly, and you are still excited to see the boys. You are slowly starting to come down off cloud nine by remembering you have feelings for one of the members, Zabdiel.

He was so shy and did not show his feelings that much to the rest of the world, but to you and his family. He was always bubbly and fun to be around; one of the last things you remember was the kiss he left you with. You thought about that kiss for a while after it happened because it was one of the softest kisses that you did not want to end. His lips felt like the light mist of cotton candy that touches your lips, leaving you wanting more. When you reminisce over the kiss and how he acted the last time you meet, you realize that Zab might have been slightly jealous. The kiss sealed the deal of how he felt about you and how you felt about him, and leaving so suddenly after might have changed that, so right now, there are more questions that you have to ask him.

(Richard POV)

I really wish (Y/N) would get here. I need to see her and miss her so much. I’m glad that she agreed to come and join us. We haven't talked as much this year but especially since the towel dropped. I am still super embarrassed about it, but we talked about it, and she seemed as if she was okay but I still do not fully know how she felt. I don't want to lose her as a friend because of it, so I want to make sure she is okay. But I know last time I tried to talk to her, Zab got upset because he has a crush on her. I don't want to get in the way that he is always so much happier when (Y/N) is around.

(Zabdiel POV)

I can't believe that (Y/N) will be here really soon. We have not seen her in almost one year. I missed (Y/N) so much, and I still have not forgotten about that kiss from last year; it was terrific. Her lips felt like smooth silk with just the slightest touch of soft and velvety flower petals, and I still remember the hint of strawberry that I tasted from her flavored lipstick. I still feel the same way about her and she makes me feel different than any other girl I have been with before. I just hope that she somewhat understands how I feel about her, if not then it will be hard to explain to her without embarrassing myself.

--- Skips to the next day---

(Y/N) POV

I am driving to Florida so I packed everything and headed out at 1 a.m. since it is an 8-hour drive and we want to spend the whole day together. I wanna go to sleep after this drive because so many people do not know how to drive. Like did they get their license from a freaking cracker jack box? But besides that, I had a music playlist setup and CNCO was the most of the songs. I liked their renditions of other songs from the Déjà Vu album. So that whole album was played about 3 times on repeat.

Once I got kind of close I was going to call the boys and let them know that I was only 45 minutes away from the Four Seasons at Orlando. When Richard answered the phone I heard Christopher laughing in the background which made me laugh. Then I told Richard I was only about 40-45 minutes away and he said okay cool see you soon (Y/N). I found it strange because he would normally talk to me for about 5-10 minutes before getting off of the phone. But I kept driving wondering why he ended the call so abruptly was it something I had done?

When I got there I let them know that I was outside and about 2 minutes later I saw them come outside the building. I went to hug the first person I had seen which was Erick, he had this adorable smile he looked different from the last time. He seemed more confident in who he was which was radiating off of him. Then I saw Joel had changed and had gotten more buff and had grown out his facial hair. He said, "I missed you”. You smiled and hugged each other.

When you look over you see Christopher and you both immediately start laughing at each other for no reason like normal. He hasn't changed much since the last time I saw him. He is still goofy and adorable and you hug him laughing. After laughing with Chris you look over to see Richard he looks at you and then looks down for a moment, you ask him if he is okay. He says yeah and you give him a confused look but you still hug him. Then you see Zabdiel, he smiles at me and stretches out his arms, and blurts out "I love you". Dead silence fell between the six of you, you stared at him and were about to speak he quickly turned and ran into the hotel. You are about to go after him but they tell you to wait a few minutes. You reluctantly agree and grab your bags, they help out but you ask Richard to stay back real quick to chat.

The other boys look but don't say anything, you ask him what is going on because he has been acting differently recently. He said in a higher pitch than normal "everything is okay'' you step in front of him and tell him to stop lying to you. He sighs and lets you know that he was still thinking of what happened last time with the towel. I reassured him that it was okay and for him not to be embarrassed about it and let's have a fun trip.

He smiles and you both shake on it and pinky promises not to bring it up again. Both of us are back inside and y'all are both starting to get into the elevator and he is asking how college is going. You tell him why you needed a break and get out of the elevator and he says "That sounds like a lot to do dang" you laugh and said, "so do you and the other boys, another album videos and choreography." He smiles and when you arrive at the Presidential Suite he gets the key card and puts it in the door.

It looked stunning and you marvel at all of the stuff that was inside, you smile but then and see all of the boys except Zab. You ask where he went and they said the room right there and all point at it even though the room is supposed to fit 2 people we made accommodations. I walked back there and asked Zab if he was okay. He just stared at me for a moment. He got up and walked towards me and as he was walking I could see a smirk starting to form on his face. When he came up to me threw me against the wall and kissed me…

Stay tuned for part 3!

[fireheartfaery]

Day 7: “You’re a bad liar did you know?”

masterlist; my links

college AU

TW: panic attacks, mentions of anxiety

Yrene is late. Again. In her twenty three years of life she has strived to be as punctual as her aunt, early by exactly three minutes. But in the last week, with finals looming over her like the death towers they used to sneak into in their teens, she has pulled all-nighters that haven't quite managed to turn into all-dayers. In short she's exhausted, and so is her alarm. Which is why, at 8:02 in the morning she stands in the line at their university café, waiting rather impatiently for her turn at the counter. Her foot taps on the ground, unconsciously, fingers drumming on folded arms. Calculations and anatomy are spinning in her brain as she visualizes the huge whiteboard covered in notes above her bed. Strategically placed their in case gaining information by osmosis may suddenly become a thing and she can actually get smarter in her sleep.

Her phone buzzes in her pocket and with an irritated frown she whips it out.

How are you feeling? Chaol's name flashes across the screen.

She smiles as she slides the screen open and types out a reply to her best friend. Like if i don’t get a liter of coffee i’m going to keel over and die.

He sends wide eyed emojis, please don't drink a liter of coffee. You will die.

hey, She laughs at his worry. Always worrying. who's supposed to be the doctor here? Me or you?

Before she can read his reply a throat is clearing behind her, and a hand is waving in her peripheral vision.

She looks up and realizes there's no-one in front of her. She's holding up the line. Her cheeks burn like coal as she stumbles to the counter. "I'll uh, I'll have my usual." Why is her heart beating so fast? "Large black with a dash of hazelnut."

"Sure, is that all?"

She cannot even breathe, the scratchy fabric of her polo neck is tightening around her neck. "Yes thanks!" She chokes out, laying far too many notes on the counter and dashing out.

Air, the colour of glaciers and mirror fragments, snaps at her skin. She let's it. Her breathing, erratic and struggling fogs, up the pretty world. She sinks to the floor, back grazing the rough brick of the coffee shop. The world is moving in and out of focus. Toffee being stretched and molded around her throat.

A hand lands on her knee.

"Hey," The voice is gentle. It sounds like a muffled echo in her ears. "My name is Mor. I think you're having a panic attack. Is there something I can do to help?"

Yrene looks up, she sees blonde waves and pretty brown. Her throat tightens. She's definitely not breathing. Where has the world gone?

"Okay i’m going to ask you to do something for me." That voice is still so soft. Sweet like her aunt's candied apples.

"Can you try to take a deep breath for me." If she was listening she would have scoffed. "And while you do that I want you to point out five things you can see." There's a beat. "Can you do that?"

She wants to ask how she's supposed to talk when her lungs have been squished like grapes. They will not make flavourful wine.

"Just point with your finger." Mor says.

Yrene sucks in a breath. It is as shaky as a smoker's hands.

She points her index finger at the woman in front of her.

"One." The blonde says.

She points to the ground; can feel the cool under her nails.

"Two."

Her finger catches on the book that had spilled from her bag when she collapsed against the wall.

"Three."

She looks at the sky. It is grey. It is there. She points.

"Four." The quiet smile on her golden lips is back. "Just one more."

Yrene wants to point to her ribcage. To show it isn't expanding. She is going to die. She points to the necklace hanging around her throat instead, the owl pendant warm from her skin.

"Five." Mor holds her hands. She cannot feel the heat radiating of her skin. She cannot feel anything. "Can you tell me four things you can touch?“

She is faster this time. Confused, but clearing. The wool of her jumper. The sunshine locks of the girl in front of her. The fluffy keychain Elide had got her at the start of the year. The plant stubbornly growing out of the sidewalk.

"Three things you can hear?"

Her voice is croaky, strangled in a way she hasn't heard before. She uses it anyway. Because she can.

"The bell above the coffee shop." It tinkles in acknowledgment. Students walk out laughing. "The cars on the road." There's an expensive car in the midst of traffic. She can hear it's soft purr. "My breathing." It is loud and full of life in her ears. She is grateful.

"Two things you can smell?"

She takes a breath, let's the university fill up her body. "The melting snow. It smells like rain puddles, muddy and dirty and fun to play in."

"One more?"

“You." Her senses are all over the place. Her common sense has disappeared entirely. "You smell like cinnamon, and the faintest hint of soap."

The laugh is enough to settle the last of Yrene's frazzled nerves. It is bright and full and carries happiness like a bouquet. She settles, heart rate slowing, lungs expanding, contracting, skin feeling the first nips of cold once more.

"Does that mean you like the way I smell?" The blonde grins, squeezing their still joined hands.

She thinks about it for a second. "Yes." Her earth brown eyes collide with Mor's caramel gaze. "I think I do."

"Can you give me one thing you can taste?"

Yrene knows she's lost it when the first thing that's pops into her mind is the woman's lips. She shuts her eyes to the thought, feeling her bones sludge inside her. Everything aches. She's held herself up for so long.

"How about this?"

The bitter smell of coffee wafting between faint hazelnut greets her. She opens her eyes to see her order dangling between slender fingers. Taking the cup, she tips its back, letting the hot liquid spill down her throat. It warms her from the inside. It burns away the dregs of the panic, hiding in the folds of her. Waiting.

When the cup is drained she looks to Mor, who is sitting their patiently, observing the world.

"How did you know to do that?"

"I suffer from panic attacks and anxiety attacks. It works for me." She shrugs as if it is not a constant and exhausting force. "Also," A bright smile takes over her face, "I'm a psychology major."

"Can I book you as my therapist when you graduate?"

There's that laughter again. The one that lights up all her insides. "I have a while to go before I get to qualified therapist status."

"Really?" Yrene frowns, "How long does it take?"

"I have to get my masters before I can practice."

"Wow," Her mind is a little blown. The med students are so cut off from the rest of the faculties- maybe by choice, maybe by design- that learning about other degrees always blows her away. Just the other day Feyre was telling her about the art students and the portfolios they have to submit. She can't imagine sitting down to pick a topic and then pouring your heart and soul into it. Med school made sense. There was no grey slate, at least for the most part. This is where the ulna is. This is how to tie off your suture. This formula tells you how to blow up the lab. The last one had been an honest miskate... the first time.

"Do you think you can stand?" Mor gets up, as graceful as a flamingo, and then offers a hand.

Yrene takes it without hesitation. She marvels at the contrast between her earth brown skin and Mor's burnt gold. The richest colours in the world. The ones that glow under the sun.

"Can I walk you to your dorm?"

"I have to get to class. If I rush I can be there for the second half of the double."

"Uh," She winces, looking at the hello kitty watch on her wrist. "It's been an hour?"

Her eyes widen to the size of planets. "It's been what?" Her voice is high pitched. "Oh gods oh gods oh gods. What if I missed the exam briefing? What if prof said something vital? What if—"

"Hey!" Mor clamps down on her shoulder, turns her so they're facing each other. Yrene only slightly shorter. "You were in no state to go to class. You still aren't. You should go to your dorm and rest. Maybe eat some carbs. Is there anyone who can take notes for you? And relay information?"

She frowns, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. "Well I guess Rowan is in that class, and Nesta."

"They will help you?"

She nods. She breathes.

"Wonderful." Mor smiles. It's is pretty enough that Yrene sees stars. "Then we'll walk to your dorm and I'll make sure you're settled with some chamomile tea and some cheese sandwiches and then I'll go to my own classes."

They start walking, sludgy snow squelching under their boots.

"Won't you be late for class?"

The blonde just grins. She decides not to ask.

"You know I don't know your name?"

"Guess," It's her turn to be all mysterious and cheeky.

Mor looks at her closely, eyes traveling unashamedly from the top of her screwed curls to the tops of her black wellingtons.

"Irene."

She stumbles over herself. Looks at the woman alongside her. There isn’t enough oxygen in the world for her gasp of shock. "That's not it."

The blonde scrunches her nose in amusement. "“You’re a bad liar did you know?”

She sticks out her tongue. "How did you..."

"My friends call me Truth-Speaker."

"That's creepy." She raises a brow. It just makes Mor grin wider. "It's Yrene with a Y not an I."

"Pretty," She mumbles. "My full name is Morrigan."

"Pretty." She echoes. "Hey, you want to come drink chamomile tea and eat carbs with me?“

The blonde clasps their hands together beaming at the leaking blue sky.

"I'd love nothing more, Yrene."

She sees, touches, hears, smells, and tastes the happiness that clings to them as they step into the dorm.

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When i originally thought up the idea for this Mor was supposed to be the new barista and Yrene the regular and they would meet-embarrassing when Mor gets the order wrong. Do not ask me how it turned into this?

I hope i have been sensitive about this topic and portrayed Yrene and her panic attack properly.

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Fic: Remember, You’re Still Alive

A/N: I’m struggling with my smut entry for the exchange as smut is something I don’t think I do particularly well. So I tried to exercise those writing muscles with this fic. First, it was just going to be a quick post-ep for “Pusher,” then “Kitsunegari,” and then it just found itself mixed into this fic into something resembling a story. Apologies for typos, no beta. P.S. Smutty so yeah.

Tagging the regulars and the those for the WIP post I did if they’re interested: @suitablyaggrieved @today-in-fic @improlificinsarcasm @baronessblixen @msrheadcanon @monikafilefan @sarie-fairy

As Mulder rested in the dark of his apartment on his leather couch, he could feel his lower back beginning to ache from the indent of the middle cushion. But that was okay. He deserved the pain. At least it was some form of punishment.

The nightmare always started the same way. He could still hear the spinning of the cylinder of the revolver with the single bullet, reminding him of the Wild West. Except it was Russian Roulette. Would the bullet kill him? But then the nightmare was true to his memory. He saw Scully in the doorway. The bulletproof vest was too large for her. Everything always seemed too large for her. In his dream, there were never any words spoken between them but he imagined she could hear her thoughts. Her pleas were crushing, heart-wrenching...but the tears were all real. The tears were something he could never unsee. But he would always wake up before taking the shot. 

Sometimes though, the nightmare would continue and he would see Scully, via Linda...Modell’s twin sister and the nightmare of killing 

In his waking, logical mind, he knew he shot Modell (and now his twin sister). He would resist, with every cell in his body, not to hurt Scully. But the thoughts, the memory kept playing over and over in mind and it lingered…

There was a light knocking at the door and he glimpsed at his VCR clock; it was 3:07 am. “Mulder, it’s me.”

Scully was right outside of his door. Why was she here? He would be just better to suffer in his loneliness and depression.“Go away, Scully.”

He heard a key slipping into the lock and gently being nudged open. “No.” The door shut behind her, locked, and she didn’t bother turning on any lights. “I know you can’t sleep.”

“I just want to be left alone, Scully.”

“And what? Wallow in your depression and self-pity?”

“Astute as always. You hit it on the head, Scully.”

“Why are you behaving like this?” She sat on the edge of his coffee table, facing him. “Mulder, answer me.”

“I can’t sleep.” He blinked lethargically. “I guess neither can you.”

“I keep having nightmares,” she admitted softly. Something was set on his coffee table next to her. “I suspect you do as well.”

“I almost killed you. Again. How many times will it take to convince you, Scully, that I am bad for you?”

“You didn’t. You didn’t,” she said. Ignoring every FBI protocol, she bent forward to take his face in her hands. “You showed how strong you are. Mulder, what happened in the hospital was two years ago. And there was no one else who could have spotted the differences in this case but you.”

“I almost shot you.” His voice was broken. “I almost hurt you, Scully.”

“But you didn’t. Or are you talking about the warehouse?”

He nodded. “Everything. Including the cancer. I am just going to hurt and get you killed.”

“No, you won’t. How many times do I have to tell you?”

Scully was quiet and watched him as he turned his face away to stare at the wall behind the couch. His eyes traced the pictures above him, avoiding her. He turned his back to her. “You thought you beat the cancer, but you didn’t, not really.”Scully forced him to look at her in the light of the fish tank. He blinked and she kneeled next to him by the couch. “I’m the cancer.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“Why are you here?”

“Because I’m tired, Mulder. Tonight, if anything...let it show…” Her words failed her. “Mulder, you have done nothing wrong. I have…”

“I saw your body, Scully. I saw your dead body, bleeding out all over the warehouse floor. I can’t unsee that. I can’t undo that.”

“It wasn’t me though.”

“It could have been.”

Scully sighed loudly and grasped the edge of the coffee table. “Why do you continue to do this to yourself, Mulder? How many years have you continuously tortured yourself and offered yourself up to punishment? You are worse than those who used to flay themselves during the Black Death as punishment for their sins because they thought the plague was their fault.”

Mulder snorted and turned to look at her slightly. “Black Death? Really, Scully?”

“I remember that from some college history class.” In the dark, she could sense his smirk. “Shut up, Mulder. But seriously, none of this is your fault. If anything you stopped Linda Bowman. You were the only one to see the pattern when everyone else was focused on Modell.”

“But you’ve suffered both times.”

“I wasn’t the only victim.”

She reached out to touch him but he flinched away. Scully hesitated and reached out to him again. He didn’t pull away. She gently touched his forehead and pushed away from the long strands of his hair. “I still can’t get the image out of my mind, Scully.”

“I know, Mulder,” she whispered. “During my cancer, I used to have nightmares about you.”

“About what?” The question tugged at his heartstrings. “Scully?”

“I worried about you. It was always the worse when I was stuck in the hospital, especially towards the end, it was always the worst.” She leaned forward to brush away a stray lock of hair from him. “I know you would come to my room every night.”

“You were asleep.”

“I pretended but I still knew you were always there, Mulder.” She was unsure of what to do next. “Do you want to know what I dreamed?”

“Do I want to know?”

“I think, under these circumstances, it would be good. I saw you defeated,” she whispered. Scully bent forward to touch his hair lovingly. “I also saw you lost. Defeated. You were so consumed by your guilt that you killed yourself. I can’t live with that, Mulder.”

“For not being a profiler,” he tapped his nose sarcastically, “you’re pretty damn good.”

“Well, I learned from the best.”

He huffed sarcastically. “The best.”

“Mulder, please stop beating yourself up. For me.”

“I failed you twice with the same situation, Scully.”

“But you also saved me.” She grabbed his wrist forcefully so he couldn’t pull away and brought his fingertips to trace the back of her neck. He could feel the raised skin from the chip and her goosebumps from his touch. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you, Mulder. Your faith kept me alive.”

“Are you trying to cheer me up?”

“Is it working?”

He smiled faintly but he realized Scully couldn’t see it. “A bit.” He sighed. “How much have we suffered, Scully?”

“Mulder, I haven’t tried to put a number on it, nor do I want to this morning. I came over to see you and not wallow in what-ifs.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, for being a top reputed profiler, you can be so dense sometimes.”

Scully leaned back on the coffee table. This particular case has brought out something in her that she had been battling with since her cancer remission. The dynamic had changed between her and Mulder. She hinted around the topic when she brought a make-do wine and cheese down at that stupid team seminar in Florida; he had been more interested in chasing mothmen. But that raining sleeping bag comment...it stuck with her.

“I think this case has affected both of us. The first time, I almost lost you and this time, you almost lost me.” 

“Where are you going with this, Scully?”

He was right; where exactly was she going with this? Her blood had been simmering since they concluded this case and she had come home that night. Something had changed in the air and shifted. “I’m not sure entirely myself, Mulder. Do you remember Florida? When I brought in the wine and cheese plate?”

“Were you sending me secret signals?”

“That you were too thick to catch onto. Then that comment about sleeping bags.”

“We cuddled that night.”

“You call that cuddling?”

Mulder needed the distraction from the nightmare memory replay in his head.  Scully’s blood warmed into a relaxing warmth at the prospective. “No, I wouldn’t.”

Mulder held out his hand and she licked her lips at possibility. Just like Mulder, she knew she was eager to put those foul memories behind her. But there was also something else at work: a fear of loss. The Pusher case, both times, brought out their worst fears. That, combined with Scully’s miraculous cancer recovery, only added fuel to the burning fire. Slowly, she took his rough hand, taking the time to admire the beauty of it. 

“You have marvelous hands, Mulder.”

“I can say othewise. I like yours better.”

She smirked. “Why?”

“You can do so much.” Mulder reached behind him with his long arm and flicked on the fish tank light. She winced momentarily as he studied her hand. “You give the dead voices, you have a crack shot, and most of all, you can heal with these hands. You’ve healed me more than once. And saved my ass.”

He kissed her palms and then the inside of her wrists. She bent over and cupped his face and gazed at it lovingly. She bent forwards slightly and, before she knew it, she gently kissed him softly. Mulder felt her lean into him and bite his lower lip enticingly. It was like a spark lighting a gunpowder barrel. He reached effortlessly and managed to have her straddle his hips on the couch with him still laying down. Scully yelped in surprise but she saw his heated gaze in the fish tank light and she was lost.

“Well,” Mulder whispered, his hands snaking up under her shirt and expanding against her toned lower back. “'This certainly isn’t a sleeping bag.”

“What are we doing, Mulder? Before we go any further.”

“I think you’ve been trying to hint at something, right?” Mulder was desperate to get those thoughts out of his head. He could still himself aiming his weapon at Scully’s doppelgänger. But this was the real Scully. She bent forward to kiss him again, snaking her tongue inwards as if to breathe life into him. “Scully…”

“What?” She asked hastily. “Is something wrong?”

“Not at all.”

Scully moved slightly, trying to adjust to this position. This was different. Very different she clenched her thighs reflexively and Mulder moaned slightly. “What? It's it something?”

“No, no, no.” He breathed. “It’s just been so long, Scully. And this…” He cupped her cheek. “This is the stuff of dreams.”

“Except this is real.” She felt him beneath her. “Oh, this is very real.”

“Are we doing this, Scully?”

“I want to,” she whispered huskily. She felt him beneath her even more, prominent and large. “Fuck, I want you to.”

“I can.”

“This isn’t a one-time thing,” she whispered. Scully forced him to look at her in the dim light. She repeated it like a mantra, “This isn’t a one-time thing.”

“What do you want, Scully?”

“You. Only you.”

He let his free hands roam nervously. He pushed beneath her tighter jean’s waist at the small of her back and sighed like he had been burned; his long fingers gently massaging the top of her buttocks. She leaned forwards, surprised how electrical it felt. “What?” 

“It’s just been a hot minute,” she breathed. “Since you know…” She looked down at him. “Are we sure about this, Mulder?” As certain as she was, Scully was also equally nervous. “I’m just…”

Mulder remembered how happy he had been when Scully first gave him the news of her remission, how he hugged her, unwilling to let her go. “I’m positive, Scully.”

His hands traveled upwards and gently undid a few buttons of her cardigan. He sighed as his fingertips touched the silken bra. Eager for more, he slipped his hand to cup her breast. He smiled like a kid on Christmas morning. “You know, I could make that easier for you.”

“How would you do that, Agent Scully.”

She clenched her thighs and whispered, “Well, Agent Mulder, I may need some help with that.”

“With your permission?”

She nodded and licked her lips again. “I’ve always dreamed of this. You know that?” He spoke to her in a low, husky voice and she found herself getting wetter. “I have a lot of fantasies about us.”

“You do?”

He hummed yes. His fingers gently popped the rest of her buttons on her sweater and he expanded his chest with a deep breath of reverence. “Sorry.”

“No, don’t be. It’s just like I said, it’s been a second. Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s perfect, well, except that bra of yours. It’s actually a bit of a hindrance. Do you mind? I’m not quite an expert in it.” She obliged and undid her bra. Mulder sighed happily and palmed both of her breasts. “Oh, Scully, you are so beautiful.”

Hearing those words uttered from his lips made her feel alive. His hands gently expanded, squeezed, pinched, and teased. It was driving her mad and she wanted more. Scully leaned forward and kissed him crushingly. Mulder’s arms wrapped around her and sighed. Her own hands pushed up his shirt and he sat up slightly to let her pull it off. Her well-manicured nails scratched teasingly at his chest like mapping a new discovery. She leaned forward, pressing herself against him, eager to feel what it was like with their skin pressed together.

It was like what Scully imagined the splitting of an atom had created, something indescribable and otherworldly but at the same time, still very real.

“Mulder…”

He sat up with her, still in his lap, and switched their positions so they would be reversed. Scully suddenly felt exposed but Mulder gently peppered feather-like kisses down her lips to her throat, her sternum, her abdomen like bread crumbs before stopping at the button of her jeans. “Scully, these have to go.”

She breathed deeply and nodded. Her eyes were dilated as she stared at him hungrily. Very gently he popped the button and pulled down the zipper slowly. The sound gave her goosebumps. Slowly, he pulled away from her jeans and she lifted her hips to help. “Oh, Scully, you are so beautiful.”

She didn’t know how she was suddenly so aroused. “Mulder, if you were cancer, I wouldn’t feel so alive as I do now.”

He arched an eyebrow. “What?”

“I haven’t felt this alive in ages, Mulder.”

He smiled proudly and leaned forward to kiss her. The jeans fell on the floor and, with a shaking hand, cupped her lower mons over her underwear. “You are so wet, Scully.”

He leaned forward again to kiss her as his hand sunk beneath the elastic and she sighed in ecstasy into his mouth. His long fingers arched inwards and she arched her hips upward at the initial contact. “Slow,” she commanded.

He met her gaze and held it as his nimble fingers found their way, and judging by Scully’s sharp intake of breath and panting, he was doing something right. “I only want to protect you,” he whispered. He let his hand work as he kissed her lovingly, his tongue delving into her mouth, and dueling her. “I almost lost myself with your abduction. If I had lost you to the cancer, it would have been even worse.”

She pulled back and cupped his face. “What do you mean? Mulder?”

“Let’s not talk about it,” he whispered.

“I would have nightmares of you doing something reckless or killing yourself if I had died from the cancer.” He nodded silently. She brought him back down to her, pressing her body against him. “We’re alive, Mulder. We are very much alive. Do you feel that?”

“What?”

 He was too distracted feeling her breasts against his chest. This was the stuff of his dreams. She smiled and took his other hand and placed it against her chest. “My heart. Can you felt my heartbeat?”

He nodded.

“Do you feel how fast it is beating, Mulder? That’s because of you. I have not felt this good or alive in a very, very long time. It’s all because of you.” She kissed him. “You aren’t a cancer. You never were.”

Feeling emboldened, Mulder broke away and whispered, “I’m just getting started.”

Mulder pulled his hand away from her and she was about to protest it, he ripped away the rest of her underwear and he smiled deviously. “Mulder?”

“Watch me,” he ordered. 

She clenched her inward muscles. “Mulder.”

“Watch. Me.” He paused. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

Did he really just say that? She watched him devour her. At one point, she must have experienced what Mulder called missing time with her. He was calling her name and she was breathing like she had run a marathon. “Scully? Still with me?”

“Um yeah.” She licked her lips. Her entire body was still tingling. “I just...I just didn’t expect it to be so much.”

Mulder smiled smugly. “Do you want a minute or two?”

She nodded and added, “But I don’t want to be the online one naked.”

“We can go to the bedroom,” he said in afterthought.

“You have a bed?”

“Yes, more like a rarely used one but the sheets are clean, I promise.”  

She licked her lips and shook her head. The thought of them staying on the couch seemed far more arousing to her than the rarely used bed. “No, let’s stay here. I’m sure between us, we can make this work. Think of it as an overdue team-building exercise.”

Mulder grinned like a fool and bent down to nuzzle her. “You really aren’t rushing with this, are you?”

“As you aptly put, we’re both alive,” he whispered.

“And I want to feel you. This is a two-way street, Mulder.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Her hand easily undid his jeans and he groaned at her touch. “Scully…”

“Only fair.”

“Fine, fine.” 

She sat up and hurriedly stripped him down until he was standing in front of her, all exposed. He watched her bite her lip to keep from grinning. “All I say is this,” she whispered, “we’ll have time to explore later. Right now, I want you.”

The first time was supposed to be special, but in all honesty, it could be rushed or just plain awkward, Scully mused. This was likely the former than the latter. She pulled everything away and gasped. Mulder grinned, excited he could produce such a reaction for her. “How do you want it?”

“Doesn’t matter,” she whispered. “I just want you in me.”

It was like an awkward wrestling match that ended Mulder back on the couch and Scully straddling him. They chuckled at the awkwardness. “We’re both very much alive.”

“Yes, we are.”

After some repositioning, Mulder guided himself to her entrance and slowly moved inward. He rolled her beneath him and she wrapped her legs tightly around Scully released a breath she did not realize that she was holding as he buried himself to the hilt. “Fuck,” she breathed. 

“Okay?”

She nodded. It was like the missing piece of a puzzle she had been trying to construct for years. They moved together, as they often did with everything, this coming (surprisingly) naturally. She wanted fast but Mulder drew it out. She could imagine their movements as a growing crescendo. It felt so good; they were alive. Very much alive. 

She clenched around him and he moaned. “Fuck, Scully,” he murmured.

“Is that good? Are you okay?” 

“I just asked you that,” he chuckled. “Perfect. Does that answer your question?”

He continued to move in sync with her and she melted at the sensations. She reached to hold him closer. Time melted and seemed forgotten. There was only here and now. There was only them. Taking a moment to like down between them, she watched him move in and out of her and it seemed unreal. She thought about how perfect he felt, how perfect he was. “I can’t think of any other word other than perfect.”

“For once, you’re speechless?” He laughed and kissed her lovingly. “Let’s hurry along. I’m so close, Scully.”

“I’m almost there,” she admitted. She had been too lost in the moment to focus on anything else. “It’s okay if…”

“No. Together.”

He reached between them and she hissed sensually, feeling his thumb begin to rub her clit hard and vigorously. “Shit, Mulder.” Her entire body coiled around him like a strong. “Just like that.”

“You got it. Shit, Scully, you feel so good.” He bit her shoulder gently and moaned. “So perfect. So alive.”

“Both alive,” she panted.

After he added to her ministrations, all it took was a few quick strokes and they were gone. She screamed his name and he howled into her shoulder. Still, on the couch, he moved wearily to the side. He was panting like he had been running forever. “I’ll get up in a sec.” They were both spent and sated. Mulder chuckled as they spooned against each other and he pulled her closer. “And get us something to clean up. But right now, I just want to hold you.”

“Blanket,” she murmured.

He pulled the old brown Aztec blanket around them. “And Scully?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re right.”

“About what?”

“Us. I have never felt more alive than when I am with you.”

“See? Not a cancer.” She turned to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I hope for more of this in our future, Mulder.”

“Think that is highly likely,” he smiled, sneaking another kiss.

She smiled at him. In the blue light of his fish tank, coiled up on the leather green couch together, Mulder and Scully continued to smile at each other, their nightmares momentarily forgotten in the ecstasy of each other.

[wincore]

hiii moonnn !! for the kiss prompt , may I request johnny pls 🥺 place: under the stars & love as the reason ! tysm this is an honour bc u’re one of my fave nct writers 😙💖

thank u darling for enjoying my writing!!

theme: boyfriend!au, demigod!au (greek mythology)

“So…are you gonna tell me why you brought me up here or…?”

“Do I need a reason?” Johnny grins at you, chin resting on his forearms atop the roof of his car.

“I can’t help but think you’re up to something,“ you state, narrowing your eyes at him from the other side. 

Johnny lets out a short chuckle before closing the door of the car and motioning for you to follow. When your boyfriend said he’s taking you on an adventure, you quite literally had no clue what to expect. Everything’s an adventure to the man—even if it’s just going out at 3 a.m. to get hot ramen from the convenience store right beside your apartment. You didn’t think it’d be an hour drive, dozing off on Johnny’s shoulder by the time you reached.

You take two steps after him before you gasp.

“Don’t tell me we’re meeting your dad!” 

The blood drains from your face at the idea. A God among Gods—you wish that were an understatement—is unlikely to meet mere human beings on a whim, lesser beings as one of the other demigod children had labeled bitterly. He’s a God, feared and admired since times of war and prayers. So what gives you, a mortal, enough confidence to face someone as divine, as powerful? It makes you uneasy.

You shake out of your trance to find Johnny laughing, doubled over.

“We’re not really meeting him but- you’re that scared of my dad?” he says, calming down from his fit. “Even I’m not that terrified of him, babe.”

“Shut up,” you say, cheeks coloring. “It’s not exactly everyday I meet someone who can smite me out of existence.”

“Relax! He’s pretty easy-going,” your boyfriend reassures you, taking hold of your hand. “Besides, he likes hanging out at the beach. And he’s got, like, a bajillion other kids to worry about.”

You rub your thumb over his knuckles, a sigh leaving your lips.

“He can’t be that bad,” you mumble, feeling somewhat sorry.

“Oh,” Johnny says with a dismissive tone, “Pretty sure he’s won worst dad of the year several times, actually. Only beaten by Zeus himself.”

You want to laugh but you stiffen. 

“Are you allowed to say his name like that?!” You lower your voice, eyes shifting around nervously.

“If Zeus could hear everyone saying his name, he’d be, uh, hearing some delicate words pretty often.” Johnny shrugs. “And then we’d have more thunderstorms.“ 

You laugh, easing, Johnny’s eyes lighting up at the sound. They always make you feel warm in the chest, with how pretty those almond eyes are. He tugs at your hand, and you follow him up a beaten road before diverging into a less visible track.

It’s a long walk uphill, however, and Johnny has it easy when his legs are so fucking long. The wind gets chilly and you cling onto Johnny’s hand for a little piece of warmth. A break would be nice. You stop halfway through, swearing at your boyfriend for choosing such a godforsaken place but continue nonetheless when he frowns, a look in his eyes you don’t want to upset. 

Johnny doesn’t let go of your hand the entire time. He’s been this way since you started dating, perhaps even before—a little protective with the need to feel your touch at all times. It’s understandable and you found it endearing despite how often he refuses to let go. (And his strength and stature make it next to impossible to break free.)

It wasn’t hard to tell there was something off about your boyfriend; maybe not the first or second time you met him, but eventually, it was clear. You met in university after all, and it’s not the full uni experience unless all your secrets are laid bare by the end of first year. 

Johnny was a natural people person, everyone drawn to him like he was made of honey, of things so sweet. But there was something about him, oh it nagged you day and night, a silvery whisper. The way he spoke, the way he smiled—there was a quiet difference you just couldn’t put your finger on. He’s aced every athletics club entrance test for fun, a little awkward at reading his text material and always hanging around the swimming pool for too long—gosh, were the number of people ogling him extraordinarily high then. There were so many hints and you’d missed all of them. 

You’ve met demigods before, just not one like this. Johnny was almost unworldly were it not for his habit of making everyone feel at ease. It took you a while to figure out.

Son of Poseidon, gentle eyes and sun-crinkles—how could you miss it? The way he smells of golden amber and sea musk, calloused hands and deep eyes, just all of him, really. It was hard to not find him attractive. But it was harder to answer if that was all. 

The place gets closer—you know because you can see a soft smile forming on Johnny’s face. You quicken your pace to match his footsteps, curiosity peaking as you notice your boyfriend get giddier.

The water glows a gentle blue, in contrast with the darker shade of its surroundings. They reflect the stars, their shine not dulled through the distance and a certain twinkling you haven’t seen in them in quite a while. Water lilies bloom bright, small frogs jumping in and out of the water. There might be some fish too but they’re elusive, invisible if you try too hard to spot them. 

It’s a clear sky tonight. You sigh at the warmth, quite possibly a result of the habitation around here but you’re glad it soothes the cool air. (”You like this kind of thing, don’t you?” “Hm, yeah.”)

“You will not believe how I had to impress the Naiads to find this place,“ Johnny tells you, walking closer to the spring to stand beside you.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, the implication of his words not quite what you expected. “Impress, huh?”

“No- babe, that’s not- I mean, of course not,“ Johnny looks at you with mock hurt.

“Naiads do love a son of Poseidon,“ you mumble, turning away to face the waters. 

Johnny wraps his arms around you, resting his chin atop your head. “Oh, but this son of Poseidon only loves you.”

“Johnny, that’s cheesy,” you say looking down, the heat quite rushed to your cheeks. You want to call him an idiot but the word falls short.

“But you’re enjoying it,” he hums.

“I enjoy everything about you.”

You feel Johnny shake with soft laughter, swaying gently at his own pace. You don’t know when you started to see Johnny in most everything—in the new dog cafes, in midnight city rains, in children playing volleyball. Call it love, call it more.

You turn around. “I—”

Johnny presses his mouth against yours in a kiss that makes you melt and you clutch the fabric of his hoodie for support. His arms wind around your waist, secure as always and he hums when you push against him. 

“Baby’s getting bolder, hm?” he murmurs between kisses with a laugh. You respond with a weak sound.

You remember the first time you kissed him, not quite sober and he had pushed you away only to spend the night with you. The whiskey still burns on your tongue sometimes. 

You don’t need to see fireworks when you kiss, just taste the late night coffee and a bit of Johnny. 

A son of a God and his lips, tongue, fingers, love—the texts and scribes were nothing close to describing it perfectly. You forget the words you meant to tell him.

But you don’t have to say ‘I love you’; it’s there in your mouth and he can taste it.

//

“No, I don’t wanna listen to the minotaur story again!” Johnny shakes you by the shoulders. “It’s literally the worst thing I’ve ever heard.”

“But why? I think it’s funny—”

“Yeah, Dad’s very creative but…gross.”

You laugh at his disgust, nose wrinkled and a mild shaking of his head. 

“Tell me another story,” he says, leaning in, “Something more…romantic.”

You breathe out quickly at the sudden proximity, heart in your throat. His smile grows and you resist the urge to huff at him. He’s unbearable when he knows he’s under your skin. Gods, it was harder to admit you fell in love with him than it was to find out his heritage.

You reach out and move the hair out of his face, marveling at how he manages to keep it soft when he used to be a sweaty college student pretty often. Memories are funny in a way, they keep you so closely tied. There’s an embarrassing amount of pictures of him on your phone, the ones he sent from the dorms, from his new job, sometimes family photos during holidays. It gets busy a lot, but sometimes, just sometimes, it’s like this. 

You wonder if Gods get to have happy endings. You wonder if there’s more to the constellations they made.

“Hello?” Johnny pretends to knock on your forehead.

“Something more romantic, hm? Okay,” you say and he goes back to laying his head on your lap, twirling the water in wisps around his fingers to spell random words. You bend to press a kiss to his forehead, a surprised smile wavering onto his face as the water splashes beside you.

“Baby, you might want to have aimed lower.” Johnny winks at you.

“You’re so annoying. I’m in love with you.”

[speaknowslut13]

Hello honey bunches!

I am also dead after yesterday’s announcement akdhskhska Red was not at all what I was expecting to come next but I’m so excited! Red holds such a special place in my heart ugh 🥺 which songs are you most looking forward to??

Gross, I’m sorry to hear that the fire season is already bad there. It’s predicted to be a bad one in my home state too, but it usually doesn’t come in full force until august. I do not miss the smokiness at all. It hasn’t quite hit triple digits here yet, but close, and it’s so humid, I feel like the air is sticking to me. Hopefully it cools off just a bit soon for both our sakes!!

Awe that’s so cute! 🥺🥺

Well maybe I’ll take a dive into black panther this evening while I lay in front of my fan hahaha. Oh I didn’t realize Deadpool was marvel! I love that movie, Ryan Reynolds is *chef’s kiss*

The answer is NEVER to downsize books oml 😶😶 I have four bookshelves at my parents house, one at my friends house where I lived for five summers, and one where I currently live. Someday they will all be back with me, but that day is not today sadly

Awe okay love that! I’m happy for you that you’re all close 🥰 I don’t remember if I’ve mentioned but I have one younger sister and I miss her terribly.

Ohhh interesting! Coding goes way over my head, I’ve tried a few free online courses to like learn the basics but I just can’t quite seem to get there. I love watching resin pouring videos, it looks so cool! WhT kind of stuff would you want to make?

Okay but like it’s a fun poem. And that last stanza is really touching! Honestly if it speaks to you, why not want to have it read? Ahh sonnet 130. We spent probably too much time analyzing it in my Shakespeare class but I still can’t hate it because it’s so beautiful. I just finished “The Carrying” a collection by Ada Limón that was pretty good! Quotes from her work sometimes float around on here.

Satire is good when I like it and bad when I don’t, hope that helps 😌 A Modest Proposal is always a fun one to read, and as far as contemporary stuff goes, every once in awhile reductress has something good. That’s so funny about your husbands reaction tho hahahaha would’ve loved to have seen his face.

Ohhh that ones had been on my TBR for awhile, I read Daisy Jones & the Six by that same author and loved it, so your recommendation may have just bumped Seven Husbands up on the list!

What have you been up to over the weekend? And what’s your favorite flavor of ice cream? 🍦

Thanku for the flowers omg sunflowers are my favorite 🥺 here’s some back to you 🌹🌷🌻

During the actual school year, I work part time as an assistant English teacher at a high school/English lecturer at a college, right now I’m doing online tutoring! I definitely want to stay in education long term.

Sending you big hugs! Xoxo 💖 Drew

Hey Drew my dear! I’ve had time to process red being announced. I’m a little bummed because we have such a long wait. I fully anticipate being a complete wreck when it drops. I love almost all of red. I’m looking forward most to the unreleased tracks and that ten minute song we all know is all too well.

It was funny in ironic way that she described red as a heartbroken person. I was baffled when the academy told her it wasn’t cohesive enough to win Album of the Year. I’ve always argued that they missed the point. That grief isn’t traditionally sonically cohesive and that’s why it actually is sonically cohesive. Just not in the way they expect. She said it way better than I ever could though.

Ryan Reynolds is top tier amazing. Any movie he’s a part of I instantly like. I’m pretty sure Chase and I would both leave each other for him if he asked. No questions. And we’d both understand entirely. 😂

I need to get my hands on a copy of Daisy Jones and the Six. I want to read that one. But unfortunately, the public library and I aren’t on speaking terms and going and buying a book recently hasn’t been exactly easy. I can’t wait to go into a half price books again. I’m just waiting to do all the non necessary shopping. My daughter obviously isn’t Vaxxed yet. I’m hoping they approve the vaccine for her age group soon. 🤞🏻. I’m nervous to send her back to school in August. But it’s important. She’s on an IEP. So this last year has been rough on all of us. Now the district won’t offer online again so it’s in person or not at all.

Yay America! 🙃

We spent the weekend doing errands and swimming. I have a job interview this week. I haven’t worked in years but I feel like I need to again. There’s just multiple complicated facets to my life that I’m not sure how to juggle. Hopefully I will figure it out. Or it’ll be all for naught.

So I have a few favorites. Like coffee, orange sherbert, and chocolate. But I can’t eat any of them anymore. I have to avoid dairy. I can have a little dairy here and there but milk and ice cream irritate my digestive system too much anymore.

I love food. Love it. Salsa is amazing. Pizza. Wonderful. Spaghetti and marinara dishes are my entire world. Do you know what all that has in common? 🍅 in the last couple of years I’ve not only developed a slight dairy intolerance, but a tomato allergy and a gluten intolerance! I’m sad 😞 Tomato is in everything though. It’s like I can’t get away from it. It really sucks.

I 100 percent don’t recommend chronic illness. If I was leaving an Amazon review it would be one of those “have to give it one stars but it’s really zero” reviews.

Bless you, Drew. I admire anyone who educates. It’s a skill set that I have very little patience for. So anyone who can is like a god to me.

So my little ADD brain almost forgot to talk about the resin! It’s a cute little idea we have for Dungeons and Dragons. But I’d also like just to create all kinds of different things. Plus it’s an excellent reason to acquire a 3D printer.

Chase and I are trying to learn how to play DnD. He’s always been interested and I’ll follow him anywhere 🤷‍♀️ plus character creating is fun! When it comes down to the actual playing, I don’t know if I’ll enjoy it or not. But I’ll try almost anything once.

I hope your weekend was splendid and I can’t wait to hear back from you soon!

[hilllsnholland]

Ok but hear me out: After sitting in Virgin!Peters lap and grinding on him, you stick your hand into his pants and jerk him off until he explodes in his boxers and all he can do is whimper and whine and grip your skin and press his face into the crook of your neck as you tell him it’s ok to cum.

I might explode ooooof. 18+ Peter Parker 

smut below 

Pure, sweet Peter. The man of your dreams, the best boyfriend you could ever have. He bought you flowers on a random day. He sends you memes to cheer you up. For god sakes.. Peter was perfect. Too perfect sometimes. Including now. 

Peter sat on your dorm room couch, leaning back while his eyes are fixated on the movie. You’re curled up on his lap, hand petting his thigh and dragging across the front of his pants. Peter, however, did not react. You stopped, of course, but it was like Peter was oblivious to your sexual needs. He never mentioned sex, even after particularly heavy make outs. It had dawned on you that maybe he was one of those ‘saving sex for marriage’ kinds, which wasn’t a problem. But it should be discussed. The two of you had only been dating for a few months, meeting during freshman orientation of college. 

“Petey,” You whine. 

Peter looks down and smiles. His hands brush the hair out of your eyes and he raises an eyebrow. 

“Yes?” 

You sit up to maintain some sense of seriousness. 

“I don’t want to put you on the spot, but we’ve been dating for almost four months and we haven’t…done anything.” You weren’t sure how to put it and it felt sour on your tongue. “Sex. We haven’t had sex.” 

Peter turns bright red as he sits stiffly up. His mouth is dry, unsure of what to say. You quickly tried to recover from your blunt statement. 

“It’s not important to me if we do or don’t. I just want to be on the same page here. If you’re saving yourself for marriage, or whatever. It’s been on my mind lately because you don’t ever try anything,” 

It’s quiet. Peter rubs his knee to wipe the sweat off his palms and he shrugs. Fuck, it was awkward now and you felt like shit. You really put him on the spot huh? 

“I’m not saving myself,” Peter squeaks and looks you in the eye. “I want to have sex with you but I…uh I’m a virgin,” 

“Oh-“ 

“And I didn’t want to try to start anything because I was afraid of telling you or doing something wrong. It’s nothing about you, I love you. I just-“ 

You press your lips to his to make him stop. One of your favorite traits about Peter is that he over-explained. He relaxes again while you crawl into his lap and position your knees on each side of him. His hands rest on your waist as you pull away, both glowing in goofy smiles. 

“I don’t care if you’re a virgin.” You state, kissing his forehead. “I love you, Pete. You have nothing to worry about,” 

Peter looks down your body and back up to you sheepishly. His cheeks were turning a bright red as he watched you straddle him. Hearing your words of encouragement, then remembering the way you rubbed against him earlier. He was trying his best to suppress the desire for the past few months, but now he could at least ask you for help. You noticed the tenting below you, a smirk appearing on your lips as you rubbed yourself against his growing member. 

“Baby…” His voice is lost as you teethe on his freckled skin. 

You press long, wet kisses on his neck, nipping on the skin that you had only explored during late study sessions. Peter’s eyes flutter back, fully able to explore his concealed sexual feelings now. He feels his lower half throb every time you move, teasing him like he had always dreamed of. 

“Can I…try to take care of you?” You pull the button his pants open. 

“S-sure but what-what are you going to do?” 

You unzip the front of his jeans while continuing to kiss him assuringly. This was to test the waters with Peter, making sure he was comfortable going forward into sexual endeavors. 

“I was thinking of handjob if that’s okay…” 

“It’s perfect,” He chokes out as you tug his pants down. “I never had one…I’ve never done any-anything,” 

Peter chokes on his words as your hand palms him through his boxers. He nods his head, lifting himself from the couch from the overwhelming pleasure. His senses, which are already heightened by his powers, threw him for a loop. It felt better than he imagined and you hadn’t even touched him without the barrier of clothes yet. 

“I’m going to take you out of your boxers okay?” Peter nods hurriedly. “You can talk as much as you want. Tell me what you like and don’t. This is all about you Petey,” 

Your fingers dip into the elastic of his boxers and pull them down slightly so you can have better access to his cock. Anxiety floods through Peter, worrying about what you might say when you see him fully out. No one has ever seen him naked, except for Aunt May and Ned. Both by total accident of course, which only made him more nervous. You dance a finger over his tip then pulled him upwards and out the confinement of his clothes. 

“Wow, you’re really packing,” 

You smile while your eyes look at him hungrily. Still straddling him, you lean down onto legs, petting his cock slowly. Peter is bright red but feeling a little more confident at how amazed you were. It also helped that your hand felt amazing on him. You swipe the precum from his cock, massaging it over the tip and lubricating the rest of him. It was all about comfort as you pleased him. 

“So…so good,” He mumbles as his head shakes from side to side. 

His voice is just whines that flutter out of his mouth. It was the most arousing thing you’ve ever seen, Peter under your control and begging for more. You continue to pump him, altering between slow and long movements and then being quick and jerky. Peter couldn’t control his hips. They bucked every time you went over his tip, choked moans came out when your name was too difficult to say. Peter could feel himself getting to the finish line as he doubled over and pressed his face into your neck. 

“I’m…I think…fuck I’m gonna…” 

Peter’s hands kept switching positions of where to grab you. Sometimes squeezing your bottom, or resting on the couch next to him as his gripped the cushions. His whines vibrated against your neck, his hands now secured onto your thighs as he shakes. It was so pure, Peter crying out your name as his twitches in your hand. It was fucking marvelous, your name slipping from his lips as he whales out an exasperated curse. 

“Now…now…fuck babygirl…” 

“You can cum Peter, do it for me, baby,” 

You kiss his head softly while your hand works magic on his cock. Thumb dragging over his tip while you massage his shaft in a quick, rhythmic pace. Peter convulses against your body, squeaky cries as you feel his cum pours over your hand and onto his boxers. He decompresses, his whole weight on you as he moans in satisfaction. 

“How was that Petey?” You comb through his unruly curls and pepper kisses onto his face. “Everything felt good for your first time?” 

“It was…perfect,” He laughs then looks down towards the giant mess he made. “Shit…how am I gonna walk back to my dorm like this?” 

You look down, his cum had made a large wet spot onto the front of his boxers, shirt, and some onto your thighs. You stand up, grabbing tissues from the coffee table and try your best to clean up. 

“It’s alright babe,” You wipe the cum from your legs and wink at him. “I think it’s pretty hot,” 

Peter turns red as he pulls his shirt and boxers off completely and grabbing the spare blanket to cover himself. 

“Thanks,” He shyly says. 

“I’ll throw these in the wash now but I can give you back your sweatshirt and basketball shorts for the night,” You offer and he nods. “Although I’d love to have you naked in my dorm more often,” 

Both of you laugh, Peter now more comfortable with the idea of that. You leave the room to place them into the half laundry, half bathroom, and come back to Peter completely naked, no blanket at all. 

“What?” Peter confidently opens his arms up while you laugh. “I was feeling hot,” 

You giggle, taking a seat next to your naked boyfriend and attack him with playful kisses. It was amazing to see him open up to you so quickly. He trusted you and was a cheeky shit sometimes. You smiled, picturing all the things you get to teach him now. 

[ton-e]

OKAY but I kind of love the thought of Stark and Potts being old acquaintances in college?? Just a small idea I've thought about but-

They meet in Harvard. She remembers, but he doesn't seem to. It's not a good time for either of them, so Potts doesn't blame him entirely.

LOOK I'm just gonna say it

It's very obvious Potts has a thing with work. Where she let's her job work her over instead of the other way around. She's a self-made woman, she's on her own, and she's deathly terrified of disappointing her parents even if they let her know that's all she ever did.

Her father doesn't believe in her, of course. He doesn't hit her, he's never hit her, but he never had to. His words hurt more. He gives her a condescending smile that feels sharper than her mother's backhand.

Her mother, who did hit her. Her mother's weak like that.

" I give you one week."

Her mother married in riches. When Potts tells her she wants to go to university, she gets a laugh in the face and cigarette smoke in her eyes. "Why be a CEO when you can just marry one, dummy?"

Then, the money come. And she's suddenly worthy of the scraps of attention they dangled in her face for so long. It hurts, and it's terrible, because she knows without the money from college they wouldn't even spit on her if she was on fire.

She's not the boy they wanted, after all.

The circumstance of their meeting is less than savory, and it makes bile prickle at her tongue when she remembers.

Potts is pressured by her mother to attend some college party that she doesn't find enticing, because getting blackout wasted and high may be fun for some, but it's not her scene. Really, she'd rather break her leg than go on that scene. But her mother's friend happens to have a spoiled brat of a daughter whose mother will implode if her precious baby girl is not worshipped and guarded by EVERYONE

"Spent time with the girl, Virginia. Maybe you'll learn a thing from her. " She looks at the girl, Sunset's her name, ironically, who helps some washed-up quarterback roofie a freshman and thinks, "I'd rather fucking die. " The "ship of their friendship" sinks with her report to the police and dean. Potts sneers 'Good riddance.'

She finds the guy they were trying to roofie is Stark. Tony Stark. The heir of the Stark conglomerate, the Titan's son, the poster child for everything wrong with college but hopeful for the youth. She helps him to the dorms because Stark's sweet, more sensitive than people realize, and its heartbreaking that her kindness is such a marvelous but foreign concept for him.

He's a kid, it's the detail that truly pierces her heart to acknowledge, a kid theusted in a territory where he's defenseless, with no one to guard or protect him. He's less than 19, a bit younger than her, but he falls heavy on Pott's much smaller body, shaking with effort as she carries him to his door room.

"I miss my mamma, " something warm simmers in her chest at hearing that. Perhaps something so endearing shouldn't be said with that deep, rich voice, warm and molten and a tad bit scratchy, yet Potts can't help but find it adorable. "And my dad. Voglio andare a casa. "

"I'm sure Mr. Stark misses you too." Potts, in truth, thinks Howard Stark is more of an asshole than the anatomical term, but she keeps that in. But it seemed like the more compassionate, - more appropriate, really, thing to say.

Stark either snorts, scoffs, or makes a combination of the two noises. "Was talkin' 'bout Nick."

She doesn't know who that is, but she'd like to meet him one day. Stark's soft, muddled ramblings following them to the dorm rooms, make him sound like a good man, and she needs more of those in her life.

For a moment, her body freezes, when Stark atops and croaches down to her level, thinking he's aiming for her lips. Stark leans in to kiss her on the cheek and thanks her for not hurting him.

Potts wants to fight the world.

Later that week, a rumor that she slept with Tony Stark breaks in the university and the girls give her HELL. Suddenly, her clothes go burning, her food goes missing, her homework and assignments are victims of "Accidents". Nothing is to be done because the girls cry almost immediately in presence of authority and Pott's the bad guy at the end. (Pepper always strikes me as the person who got bullied in High School strangely???)

She's locked out of the dorm room one night, when it's cold as all hell, she's hungry, and she has her big breakout economic paper to work on. Her key doesn't work because it's a junk copy they replaced without her knowledge. The giggles bleeding through the door fill her with red blinding and she stomps off in the science lab to sleep.

She calls her father about it and gets an exhausted sigh. " Virginia. Don't call me for little girl problems. " Then hangs up without hesitancy, not a drop of concern, and Potts hates herself for it when tears roll on her cheeks because as her mother puts it, "Big Girls don't cry. We only cry when we break our necks, or if someone's dying." She's pretty close on the latter, so she thinks it's fair.

Stark finds her like that, shivering and sobbing on a dirty lab floor and hugs her like shes his lifeline. He apologizes like a mantra, promises that it'll be okay, and Potts nods, but her mind says ' I don't believe you.'

He brings Potts to his dorm, and decides to solve the problem no one else would.

Rhodes, Stark's friend from MIT, who does not care he's from an entire different college than them, instantly loves her and is furious on her behalf. He reminds Potts of the knight in shining armor breaking free from the fantasy books she would read as a child when no one else would, which makes him flush at the praise, and elbows Stark in the ribcage when he gushes about him.

She mistook Happy for a security guard at first, which makes both Rhodes and Stark howl, but the senior just laughs and doesn't let her go to sleep without eating. Stark helps her on her project with only mild shouting at Rhodes when he warns that they'll go into a coffee addiction at this point.

It's nice. They're nice. Their kindness keeps her going even if she knows it's more guilt.

The thing is, it's not just guilt.

They start to hang around her more, start to keep her company, invite her over to their dormroom which quickly becomes her favorite spot to be. They make her so happy she doesn't notice her parents haven't called her once, and, in her glee, she realizes she doesn't care.

Friendship is like honey. It tends to attract some flies.

Potts is pushed into the wall and she grinds her teeth together so she wouldn't wince because she isn't gonna give them the satisfaction. Push came to shove and she wants to shove back, - if she knew that fighting back meant all her progress would be gone because college is okay with harassment but not necessary violence.

The sorority girls call her everything under the sun and she fights back with words until she gives up once she realizes that it only entertains them and adds fuel to fire.

When she looks up finally, she sees the familiar shade of red of a MIT hoodie and Rhodes nonchalantly standing in front of her. Happy's not too many feet away, eyebrow arched comically high, hand prompted on his hip, and holding a camera in the other.

"Hit her again," Rhodes challanges them, stony faced, fearless and bold and DARING. He doesn't sound angry, that's the scariest part. He sounds gravely calm. "Call her what you did a minute ago. Have at it. I dare you. Bitch."

Her bullies break into something weak, something teary-eyed and fearful, pathetic and small. Rhodes says "that's what I thought " and helps her away.

All of the girls lose their scholarships the next day and Stark won't say anything, but he can't stop smiling.

Their roads meet crossed ends at the end of her graduation, - He goes back to MIT after Howard, the only reason Stark attends what the "smartest man in America" considers a low level school, cracks and gives him funding again.

They're her boys, - she remembers them as such, and they still stay that way, be it because they're phantoms in the snapshots of her life or standing just a few pinches of distant from her.

Years flow like a river in the course of time, she realizes, not at all slow, because they're not touched by aging. Happy may have less hair, but his smile is as blinding as ever and his snarky comments stay playful on the tip of his tongue. "He may be the smartest man in the world, but let me tell you, he's got the shittiest memory. Public bathroom level."

It takes exactly a week before Rhodes recognizes her. His surprise doesn't show, but his happiness does, and that's all that Potts needs. She smiles wider than normal when they banter like they used, regaining the footing of two teenagers with bright futures and too much sarcasm for safety.

"Dum-E! Come meet your mama. I can't wait to tell you how much he's gushed about you for the past decade. It's so embarrassing, I can't wait-"

She loves Maria the minute they meet. She's the mother Potts never had, the parent she should have gotten, because everyone deserves a Maria Stark in their life and she'll put that in stone. "Thank you for caring about my boy, '' she smiles gently at Potts as she wraps a blanket around her shoulders in a late all-nighter at SI, where she's droppy, and all she wants to do is dream. "You're a strong one. It can be rotten work."

Potts hums. "Not for me."

It's a random day, when the coin drops for Stark. He just freezes after Potts drops some documents on his desk with a small smile and a "Do you still play D&D on Saturday's?"

Long minutes pass as Potts walks off. She hears a "WAIT A FUCKING SECOND" sneaking through the half-closed door of Stark's office and she can't help but cackle.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

My Best Friend’s Dad

Fandom: Marvel (CEO AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

As requested by anonymous:  chubby!bucky but as your friends (divorced) dad ;)  

Warning: age gap (reader is over 18), smut

You always got excited when you were able to go to your best friend, Stephanie’s, house. She had been by your side when you moved to a new school in Freshman year of high school. Now you two were seniors in college and you couldn’t believe how time has passed. 

But anyway...

You were excited to go to Steph’s place for many reasons. 1) her place was pretty swanky, 2) her pool was amazing, 3) her dad was a total dilf. 

Stephanie Rebecca Barnes was the daughter of James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, the CEO of Winter Corp, a company that designs high tech prosthetics. When you first met Mr. Barnes, or Bucky as he allowed you to call him, you always thought he was easy on the eyes. His face was gorgeous, his eyes were enchanting, his lips were oh so kissable, and, even with the little bit of chub he got goin’ on he was just down right attractive. 

As time passed and you got older, your small attraction towards Bucky grew into a big attraction. You couldn’t stop it no matter how hard you tried. This was your best friend’s dad for cryin’ out loud! And yet you just wanted to jump his bones!

And you think the time would be comin’ up to do just that.

There was a graduation pool party being held at the Barnes household for Steph. So, wearing your best swimsuit, a sheer kimono hanging off your body, you waltzed out to the pool area where you knew Bucky was, manning the grill before all of Steph’s friends and family come by.

“Need any help, Bucky?” you stood to his side.

“Nah, I got it, Y/N, thanks tho-” he turns his head towards you and immediately drops the plate of cooked hot dogs.

You giggled, “Clumsy, are we?” you turned around, practically pressing your backside up against him as you bent down, picking each hot dog up and setting them onto the plate. 

You stood up with a smirk, turning to face Bucky again, “I’ll put these in Alpine’s bowl. That husky will sure love these treats.”

Bucky visibly gulped as he struggled to keep his eyes on you instead of your chest or body, “Y-Yeah. You-You go do that.”

You nodded, “Just let me know if you need help with anything, Bucky,” you set a hand on his shoulder and leaned in, “And I mean anything.” you then walked, no, more like sauntered away, mentally high fiving yourself for that seduction show. 

Once you were out of ear shot, Bucky grumbled, “Ah fuck me,” and adjusted himself in his jeans.

______________________

You were really torturing Bucky and he hated it...but he also loved it. Every time he caught your eye, you’d bite your lip and give him a wink. And immediate groan building up in the depths of his throat, wanting to come out. God, did he just want to grab you and bend you over the nearest surface. But he couldn’t! You were his daughter’s best friend for fuck’s sake! But you were tempting him and a man could only take so much...

The party came and went. It was a blast and Bucky felt so proud of his not so little girl. She’s come so far in life and he has no doubt she’ll go even farther. 

“Thanks so much for this, dad,” Steph hugged her father tight while they cleaned up from the party.

Bucky chuckled and squeezed his girl tight, “You’re welcome, Steph. I’m so proud of you, you know that right?”

She pulled away with a snort, “Yeah. You keep reminding me that like every ten minutes!”

He simply shrugged, “’Cause it’s true!”

“Yeah. Yeah. Anyway, Y/N’s gonna sleep over tonight. That’s okay, right?”

Bucky glanced over Steph’s shoulders to see you looking at him. You waved at him and shot him a wink. He looked back at his daughter, “Y-Yeah. She’s always welcome.”

“Cool! I’m gonna go clean up the kitchen. Y/N said she can help you out here.” with that said, Steph walked back inside the house and went to work on getting rid of all the red cups and empty paper plates.

Bucky watched as you checked if the coast was clear and you sauntered over to Bucky like you did earlier. Your hair was still damp from the pool droplets cascading down your low v-neck t-shirt.

“So...thought about anything I could help you with?” your fingers grazed his rounded stomach, causing him to shiver.

“Y-You shouldn’t be behaving this way, Y/N. I’m Steph’s father and-”

“And I know how you’ve been looking at me these past couple of years. You want me, Bucky. I know you do. And I want you too. Shit, do you know how often I touch myself thinking about you fuckin’ me?” Bucky moaned and you smirked, continuing, “Do you know how often, I finger myself, imagining it was your cock? Filling me up? Making me want to scream your name, but for you to only tell me to be quiet? ‘Cause we don’t want Steph to hear?”

Bucky could feel himself getting hard all over again, “Dammit, Y/N-”

You wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck, “Why keep fighting it? Why don’t we just give in already, huh? It’ll be so good,” you lean in, lips hovering over Bucky’s. You feel his hands rest on your hips, digging his fingers into your skin.

He licks his lips and his eyes dart towards the house. Steph is still nowhere in sight, “Alright, babygirl. Once Steph’s fast asleep. You bring your pretty lil’ ass to my room. I’ll give you the fuckin’ you want.”

You can’t help but grin wide as you say, “Can’t wait,” and pull yourself away from Bucky, going to finish cleaning up the backyard.

_______________________________

As soon as you heard the soft snores coming from Stephanie, you immediately slid out from her bed and quietly made your way out of her room and down the hall to Bucky’s. You didn’t even knock. You simply pushed the door open and slid inside. 

You instantly felt a wetness grow within you when you saw Bucky sitting up against his headboard wearing nothing but his boxers. 

“She’s asleep?”

You nodded, “Snoring and everything.”

“Good. Come here.” he moves his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion and you find yourself slowly walking towards his bed. You stop at the foot of it, hesitantly crawling onto the mattress and sitting on your heels staring at him, “Closer, baby girl.”

You crawl closer to him, sitting back on your heels once more when you’re just centimeters apart from him. He takes your wrist and growls, “Closer,” and he pulls you onto his lap, “You were so forward earlier, doll face,” his hand gently strokes your cheek, “Do you still wanna do this?”

You nodded, “Fuck, yes. Just..nervous.”

“You had sex before?”

“A few times. Wasn’t great.”

“‘Cause all of them were boys. You haven’t had a real man pound ya, huh? Haven’t had a real man get you begging and crying for his cum? Ain’t that right, princess? Is that what you want, a real man to fuck ya nice and hard?”

You whimpered, “Please, Bucky, I want you so bad,” you rock yourself onto his clothed crotch, moaning and whimpering for him.

“I’ll show you how a real man fucks, sweetheart,” he grunts as he rolls you over onto your back. He pulls your panties down your legs and tosses them onto the floor. You then pull your sleep shirt over your head, allowing the garment to fall off the bed, “God, I knew you were beautiful, but, shit, baby, you’re a fucking goddess.” Bucky’s hands reach for your breasts, kneading them, and tweaking at your hardened nipples. 

“No teasing, Bucky, please.”

“Payback for earlier, sweet cheeks.” Bucky then discards his own underpants, kneeling naked in-between your legs. He takes hold of his cock, teasing your clit with his tip, “You know how bad I wanted to take ya in front of everyone? Just bend you over and make you mine?”

“Bucky, please!” you whined again.

He then reached over to his bedside table, grabbing a condom from the drawer, “Safety first,” he chuckled as he rolled the rubber onto his cock, “Now, you ready for me, sweetheart?”

Your legs hooked around him, pulling him closer, “Fuck me, James.”

Bucky growled as he thrust into you with ease, “Gah fuck! You feel better than I imagined!” he didn’t start off slow at all, he’s been wanting this for so long. Fuck taking your time! He wants to pound your pussy into the mattress until you’re screaming his name!

“Shit! You feel so good!” you cry out, which then resulted with a hand slapping onto your mouth.

“Quiet, princess. Don’t want Steph walking in to see me fucking her best friend. You gonna be quiet like a good girl?” you nod and he removes his hand, “Good. Now play with yourself while I fuck you.”

One hand cupped your breast while the other rubbed circles along your clit. You kept your moans to a quiet whimper, occasionally gasping out a curse or Bucky’s name. And Bucky? He was having the time of his life. 

Bucky Barnes, successful CEO, fucking his daughter’s best friend. Goddamn, press would have a field day if they knew about this. 

The pristine and expensive mattress underneath you squeaked with every hard thrust from Bucky, the wooden headboard groaned as Bucky’s grip tightened 

“You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N. Damn, princess, been wanting you for years now.”

“Been wanting you to fuck me for so long, Bucky. Always touched myself thinking of you.”

He chuckled, “Naughty girl. Huh? Does this match your fantasies?”

“So much better,” you groaned as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, “Fuck, I’m close.”

“Hold it for me, princess. I’m almost there. Almost there, baby. Shit.” he grunted, feeling his balls tighten as he as he grew closer to his climax. A hand grabbed your free breast, gripping it tight, “You like an older man fucking you, sweetheart, huh? You like me showing you how it’s done?” he leaned down, pressing his lips in a hard kiss, “’M gonna ruin you for anyone else, baby girl. You’ll never find anyone who can fuck you as good as I do.”

God, the mouth on this man was just so down right sinful, “Please, Bucky, ruin me for anyone else! Make me yours!”

Bucky pulls your bottom lip with his teeth, then swiping it with his tongue, “You’re mine now, Y/N. No one else’s. You’re fucking mine!” his thrusts grew harder, faster, and deeper now. The loud sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, couple with Bucky’s grunts and your whimper. 

“Fuck, fuck! Cum for me, princess! Gonna cum, ah fuck!” he cries out as your walls squeeze him tight. 

You grab onto his arms, bracing yourself as a huge wave of pleasure washes over you, making you see stars. You honestly didn’t even know what was happening. You vaguely hear the muffled cries of Bucky and then something splashing onto your stomach. Moments later, you bounce on the bed.

You slowly turn your head to see Bucky laying beside you, chest rising and falling in a fast pace as he tries to catch his breath. Beads of sweat decorates his face, to which he wipes off with the back of his hand. He then turns to you, a smirk on his lips, “You good, Y/N?”

You blink at him for a moment, collecting your thoughts as to what just happened...you just got thoroughly fucked by Bucky, your best friend’s dad just fucked you into oblivion.

“Holy shit,” was all you could say, which made Bucky laugh.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he pulled you closer to him, wrapping an arm around you, and making you rest your head on his chest, “You were amazing, kid.”

You snorted as your fingers began to graze shapes along his rounded stomach, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, been wanting to do that since for a while now.”

You anxiously look up at him, “Was this...a one time thing?”

He shrugged, “It don’t gotta be, but if it continues, we gotta be careful. Steph would have both our heads if she found out.”

A smile begins to form on your lips, “So...we’re really doing this?”

He smirks back at you, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, “Oh, we’re doing this, baby girl,” before pulling you onto him, making you straddle his lap, “Now, how about I taste that pretty pussy of yours, hm?”

[ptersparkers]

going back in time (the adventures of y/n stark)

summary: a regularly updating collection of vignettes that detail the life and adventures of y/n stark, a self-proclaimed baker, thrill seeker, and an all around good person.

a/n: so yeah let’s just pretend endgame never happened!! also nothing in here aligns with the marvel timeline but when do my stories do?? anyways thank you for reading, sweet peas!

warnings: fluff

masterlist / taglist 

“You want to what?!” Tony yelled from the other side of the laboratory when he heard you propose the idea. “Absolutely not. That’s not happening.”

“Dad,” you said, “do you really believe any of them are going to convince a younger you to give up the blueprint?”

You gestured your arms around yourself to indicate you were talking about the Avengers. Tony sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before looking around the room, looking at each of his teammates who stood before him. He knew that there was absolutely no way his younger self would ever listen to authority figures or people older than him, and he knew his younger self wouldn’t be smart enough to listen to Natasha if she went back in time.

“I look about your age,” you said, shrugging.

“Okay, no,” Tony said, wagging his finger as he balanced from one foot to the other. He looked at the other Avengers in the room, unsure of what to do or say.

“As much as I don’t like it,” Steve began, “I have to agree. There’s no way any of us could pass as a college student.”

“Peter can come with me,” you suggested.

Tony snapped his fingers. “Peter can go alone.”

You deadpanned. “Dad, you really think your twenty-year-old self is gonna listen to someone who looks younger than you?”

“Y/N and Peter should go together,” said Natasha. “We all know you’re to stubborn to listen to any of us and I don’t want to take that chance with younger you.”

“I don’t like this idea one bit,” Tony muttered as he rubbed his temple and scratched the back of his neck. “I mean, what if things go wrong? What if I can’t bring you guys back? What happens to the timeline if you change things?”

“I can help with that,” Banner offered. “After Lang gave me a Pym Particle sample, I’ve been able to create more tubes for situations just like this. I’ll be able to monitor everything they’re doing and bring them right back. Besides, they wouldn’t mess up our timeline.”

“What do you mean?”

“When they travel back in time to meet your younger self, they’ll be creating an alternate timeline. They’re not going to change anything in our present,” Bruce said. “They’ll be gone for a few minutes our time and for however long it takes for them.”

“Be careful,” Tony said, looking at you. You nodded and gave him a hug before following him, Bruce, and Peter to the garage laboratory to get ready.

“I can’t believe we’re going back to 1985 to meet Mr. Stark as a college kid,” Peter said as he put the helmet on his suit. “I’ve never been to MIT before.”

“Dad’s always telling me stories about his younger days and it’s going to be really weird meeting him as a college kid,” you said.

“How many people can say they’ve traveled back in time?”

You looked at Peter and high-fived one another before entering the lab space, wondering what meeting your father at twenty would be like.

***

You and Peter landed in an empty classroom and the suit minimized. You slipped the time contraption around your wrist to conceal it as a bracelet before exiting the classroom.

“Is this what guys wore in the eighties?” Peter said, grimacing at his outfit. “I feel so out of place.”

You swatted his shoulder. “Of course you do. I happen to like wearing high-waisted pants and a cute sweatshirt,” you said, looking down. “Although we didn’t have time to put any hairspray in my hair so a ponytail for now will have to do.”

“Where would we even find Mr. Stark?” Peter asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Peter, you can’t call my dad Mr. Stark.”

“And you can’t call Mr. Stark 'Dad.’”

You looked at him. “Touche. Okay, he told me he usually spent Thursday mornings in the library. Maybe we could pretend to be students who need help in physics?”

“That’s never going to work,” Peter said.

“Well, do you have a better idea?”

***

“Hi, are you Tony Stark?”

The man whose back was facing you turned around and you tried to keep yourself from gasping too loudly. There was your father, twenty-five years younger, sitting in front of you without knowing your true intentions. The create between his eyebrows was the same as so was the little smirk he did whenever he met someone new.

“And who might you be, beautiful?”

You cringed.

“Okay, I’m not here for that. I need help with my physics class and everyone said you were the person to go to for help,” you said.

Tony tilted his head to the side as you took a seat next to him, looking between you and your textbooks. He let his elbow rest on the back of his chair before shrugging his shoulders and letting you sprawl your stuff on the desk in front of you.

“Say, you look really familiar.”

“I have that kind of face,” you said, tossing your hair over your shoulder.

“What’s your name, by the way?”

“Y/N,” you replied.

While you were with Tony, you and Peter had decided to split up for an hour so he could gather information about where he might’ve put the blueprint for a then-JARVIS in order for him to make repairs on present day F.R.I.D.A.Y. The mission itself wasn’t dangerous (to an extent) or really necessary, but the quicker the update, the better the AI.

“Intro to physics, hm? Took that class three semesters ago. Who do you have?”

“Mr. Berstein,” you said, vaguely remembering the information your father had told you before the mission.

“Ah, Mr. Bernstein,” he said, rubbing his chin. “Never really liked that guy as a person but he was a hell of a teacher.”

You smiled to yourself, thinking how your father had said the same thing thirty minutes prior.

“Well, I just need to last the rest of the semester,” you said, taking out a pencil and your notebook.

“I can definitely help you with that,” Tony said as he opened up your book. “What do you need help with?”

“Oh, um,” you said, not having thought that far. “Applied concepts,” you said, reading from a random page.

Tony grinned. “You’re in luck. That happens to be something I’m genuinely interested in.

For the next thirty minutes, you listened to your father - the younger version - talk about physics and had to pretend you had no idea what he was talking about. As he read a footnote from the textbook, you sat back in your seat and crossed your arms.

“So, JARVIS,” you began. Tony looked at you and raised your eyebrow.

“How do you know about JARVIS?”

You rolled your eyes. “Please. You think I wouldn’t know?”

“Well, we did meet thirty minutes ago.” You rolled your eyes once more. “Your eyes are definitely going to pop out of your socket if you keep rolling your eyes at me.”

You looked and saw Tony staring at you with a playful grin and you punched his shoulder, fixing your ponytail before turning your body to face his. You tucked one of your legs underneath the other and let your head rest on your chin with your elbow on the table and watched him follow suit.

“Tell me,” you began. “JARVIS seems like a pretty revolutionary thing to be inventing.”

“I didn’t technically invent it,” he said. “It was my father’s idea but I just tweaked it a little. I have blueprints but haven’t built a prototype yet and I don’t really know if I want to find out if it works.”

“Why not? It seem like a pretty cool idea to me and if anyone can make it happen, it’s you.”

Tony smiled softly. “Thanks, Y/N.” He stopped talking for a second. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this.”

“Well, just know that I really couldn’t care less about your last name, if that’s that you’re worried about,” knowing that’s exactly what he was thinking about.

“A lot of people tell me that,” he mumbled, turning away from you. You shrugged nonchalantly, picking your pen from the desk before taking notes on whatever page you were reading.

“But not everyone means it. I don’t need you to believe me. You don’t owe me anything and I don’t owe you anything either. Well, except a thank you for helping me with physics,” you said.

Tony peered and turned his head slightly to see you studying peacefully and wondered if what you said was true. Besides, there was something about you that seemed familiar.

“Okay,” he said, turning to face you once again. You mimicked his movement and resumed your original position. “Well, JARVIS is this idea that I’ve been developing further. Basically, I want it to accompany me with my needs in the laboratory when I develop more prototypes and projects.”

“Wow. Sounds pretty fancy,” you said. “I don’t think I could ever make something as great as that.”

“Don’t say that,” he said, giving you a genuine smile. “I’m sure that inside that pretty little head of yours, there’s a brain that exceeds everyone’s expectations.”

“I hope,” you said with a sigh. “Sometimes, I think that people want me to be as great as my father. He’s, uh, pretty established and I don’t usually like telling people my last name in fear that they’ll just expect something from me.”

“And when you don’t meet people’s expectations, you blame yourself,” he added.

“Exactly.”

Tony looked at you with a newfound grace and there seemed to be a light that twinkled in his eyes. With a spark of realization, he clapped his hands once before packing up your things for you.

“What are you doing?” you asked, confused when he put your stuff in your backpack and zipped it up.

“I’m showing you JARVIS.”

***

“I can’t believe you thought up all of this,” you said as you gazed at the blueprints.

“I didn’t come up with all of it,” Tony said sheepishly. “My father helped me with the basics and I just brainstormed from there.”

“This is brilliant,” you said, holding the blueprints in front of you, taking pictures with the camera on your fake glasses.

“I hope that I can do something as great as my dad,” you confessed. “We’ve never worked on a project together and I can’t tell if it’s because we’re busy or if I don’t have the capabilities to.”

Tony looked at you. “You didn’t need my help, did you?” You sheepishly looked at Tony and shrugged, setting his blueprint back on his desk.

“Not really. I-I just really wanted to meet you.”

“You know,” he began, “if it were any other person, I’d probably freak out and kick you out of my room. But I can’t seem to do that. Maybe it’s because your father and my father are almost the same, or maybe it’s because you like physics as much as I do. Judging by the past hour we spent together, you’re going to make your father proud. Either way, I’m happy we met.”

You looked at Tony with adoration in your eyes and you couldn’t help but rush towards him and embrace him in between your arms. You let your head rest on your chest as a satisfied smile rest on your lips. Tony, stunned, wasn’t sure what to do but let himself hug you back anyway.

“Y/N?” you heard Peter say from the door. You both whipped your heads to his voice to see him panting. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Who’s that?” Tony asked, pointing at the young man in the doorway.

“I’m Peter,” he said, stunned at how young Tony looked.

“He’s my boyfriend,” you said quickly to prevent Tony from asking him any questions. Peter raised an eyebrow at you, to which you gave him a knowing look. “Anyway, we should get going. Thanks for today, Tony. It was really nice getting to know you.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” Tony said as he relinquished you from his grasp.

“Do me a favor,” you said as you joined Peter. “Don’t be too hard on yourself. You’re gonna do great things and I’ll always be proud of you.” You turned to leave but turned around. “Oh, and in the future, please don’t your daughter dye her hair orange.”

“Bye Mr. St-I mean, Tony!” Peter yelled from the hallway as you teleported back to the future.

You left Tony dumbfounded and he couldn’t fathom why he would ever let his daughter do something like that. Or that he’d even have children. He shrugged and tucked his blueprints in his desk drawer, deciding on a whim to take a nap after a weird encounter.

***

“You know, you were pretty cute in your twenties,” you told Tony as he threw his arm around you, marveling at the newly improved F.R.I.D.A.Y. “Still a hot-head, though.”

“Come on, did we ever think I wouldn’t be different?” he asked with a laugh.

“Uh, did I have orange hair when I was eleven, by any chance?”

“Of course you did. You cried about it when you came home from the salon,” Tony said with a laugh.

“Damn it.”

***

Taglist:

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[sharkfish]

ps i loved this one

(rereading bookmarks edition)

i’ve been rereading stories from my bookmarks as a comfort thing. i’m getting real deep in there to stuff i haven’t (re)read for years, and damn do i have good taste. the ones i’ve read recently that you should, too: 

(under the cut so i’m not that asshole that makes you scroll past an endless post) 

A Change of Scene by SurlyCat

When Dean goes over to see his Dom on Christmas Eve, he isn't expecting Cas to play naughty Santa, and neither of them is expecting how it turns out for them.

ooooomg fuck me up with that sex to lovers thing featuring bdsm. yessssss 

A Room of His Own (or not) by Valinde (Valyria)

Dean took a deep breath and reassessed the situation. He was in bed with a guy, sure, and technically they were snuggling, but it was Cas. The guy had absolutely no reference on what was appropriate physical contact between two dudes sharing a bed in the... normal, completely unsexy, no-funny-business, way.

cas is fallen, dean is confused (what else is new), A+ cuddling. that’s the fic. 

Boys On Film by LoversAntiquities @tragidean​ 

But maybe that’s what it is—maybe Castiel’s finally realized something Dean is too chicken to admit, despite the fact he’s been jerking off to the idea of Castiel fucking him for the past few weeks. The idea warms him as much as it pains him to think about, his friend not being able to talk to him about something like that. That has to be it—it’s the only explanation. Castiel likes him.

“Or maybe he knows you do cam shows.”

Dean chokes on his burger.

idk what to say, i love a good sex worker fic and here you go. @tragidean​ is always here with that first-class content. 

Castiel's Angel by Valinde (Valyria) @valinde​

The angel took a deep breath and looked down at his hands. He was fidgeting Cas noticed. Usually he was so bizarrely at ease in his human form, lounging around and tossing winks and smirks at anyone with a pulse. That more than anything had Cas straightening on his stool and wishing he was a little less tipsy.

“Ineedyoutogroommywings,” Dean muttered in one long, almost unintelligible, string. He was blushing.

all my fellow wing hos should flock* to this fic. i also love me a good switcharoo with angel dean (and hunter cas, as this is an alternate canon universe). and dean gets all claim-y, which is also my jam. 

*this was unintentional but a pretty funny joke 

For Science! by pm_lo 

Selected transcripts and supporting materials from Dr. Castiel Williams and Dean Winchester’s seminal study on physiological and psychological sexual response by gender designation.

i believe this was the first abo fic i added to my bookmarks. story time: many, many moons ago, i kept track of my reading list. i was doing that “50 books a year” thing so it was mostly for tracking that, but i had another tab for fics, because i read few enough that i could track them. i rated things and sometimes left notes, and by all the abo ones i was like “don’t tell anyone i read this.” yes, i shamed myself for liking abo. it was a dark time in my life.

anyway, then i read this, and was like, all right i can see what’s going on here.

this is a great fic for multiple reasons, and the format is one. it’s written as dialogue-only transcripts from their experiment. it’s hard to make that kind of format work, but pm_lo ain’t fucking around. 

Just a Stranger On the Bus by Amelia_Clark 

December 31 9:32 PM When Castiel boards the bus in KC, they think it’s empty at first—but when they toss their backpack onto an aisle seat and climb in after it, there’s a muffled yelp from the dimness at the back of the bus. They turn in time to see a man in a faded Carharrt jacket, sitting up and yawning as he rubs sleep out of his eyes. The man’s hair is greasy and matted down on one side, and there’s drool on the side of his face; nonetheless, he’s ridiculously good-looking.

“Hey man,” he says. Castiel does not correct him. “This can’t be Chicago.”

the non-binary tag, just like the trans tags in general, are a house half-built and left to rot in the rain. even if that wasn’t true, this series is goddamn amazing. also there’s rimming. also there’s a line in there that said something like “they don’t dislike their body, it just never felt like theirs” and i had a lightbulb moment irt my own experience. did dean ever wear carharrt in the actual series? if not, mistakes have been made. 

Just Turn Around and Go by PorcupineGirl @porcupine-girl​

Dean should be happy. His best friend and housemate of five years, Castiel, is moving out to live with his boyfriend, Balthazar. Dean's career is going great, so he can easily afford the house on his own now. This is just growing up, moving forward to the next phase of their lives.

It would be awesome, if he weren't in love with Cas.

Well, here we go, he thinks as he opens the refrigerator and digs around for sandwich supplies. First day of the rest of your life. Time to move the fuck on. As he slams his meat and mayo and pickles down on the counter, he considers adding the bottle of whiskey he knows is hiding in the cabinet, but decides that he has enough self-respect to wait 'til five. Then he'll get fucking blackout drunk. Yep. Awesome.

y’all, do i even have to say anything about this? roommates to friends to a pathetic amount of pining without saying shit to disgustingly in love. also i think i cried, but i’ve been in tears so many times in the last week, who’s to say. 

Plus One by ceeainthereforthat @ceeainthereforthat​ 

Castiel Novak might have to attend three weddings in two months, but he’s not about to let his brother play matchmaker. His family’s Internet streaming company is too important to let a relationship steal his time, but he knows exactly what to do–hire someone to pretend to be his boyfriend.

Dean Winchester has worked five-star hospitality long enough to know how to fit in with Castiel’s crowd, and this job could score him the connections to make his acting career take off. It’s a business deal, no matter how they’re drawn to each other. When the lines of their contract start to blur into real feelings, can they withstand Castiel’s family and jealous fans working to split them up?

there are a lot of great fake dating stories out there, but this one takes the cake (or, at least, a slice of it). also, i cried a lot rereading this, both “ohhh god i love their love” tears and also “ohhhh god this hurts so bad” tears. 

Should've Just Asked by Annie D (scaramouche) 

Despite their age gap and differing social circles, Castiel has struck up a warm friendship with Mary Winchester, a wealthy widowed socialite. When Castiel needs a place to stay, Mary invites him into her house, where there’s loads of spare room. Castiel’s aware that they make an odd pair, but he doesn’t fully realize how things look to outsiders, especially to Mary’s eldest son. All Dean Winchester sees is that his mom has apparently hooked up with a hot young guy (who is totally Dean’s type) and that makes things… weird.

they’re both oblivious idiots in love, cas is grey-ace, dean’s a total dork, it’s all just very lovely (and frustrating in the way oblivious idiots can be!!!). 

PS - annie d is writing marvel fic lately and i’m sure it’s fantastic if you’re into that kind of thing. 

Support Your Local Gay Beekeeper by Powerfulweak

It’s not like Dean goes on Grindr very often, just when he’s bored and alone. The blue-eyed guy's profile reads "Beekeeper, 29, 5'10, Single, I watch the bees." Dean is intrigued. He has to send a message.

this is a series that starts with some great phone sex and then goes on to very, very awkward sex injuries. a goddamn cringefest that had me in complete horror imagining it. but it’s fun! they persevere! people so rarely write about Sex Going Wrong and i love @powerfulweak​ for taking the bullet for us on that one. 

Take Me Home Tonight by Persephoneshadow @persephoneshadow​

“Come on, we’re finding you someone to…engage with sexually or whatever,” Dean explains, chancing another swig of beer before going on. “Anyone in this bar, no limits, who would you would be your top choice to bang?” “Well, you, ideally.” Dean spits out some beer before collapsing in on himself, legitimately choking this time. “Excuse me?!” ---- Or the one where Cas wants to have sex and Dean is there to help.

your classic denialist “i’ll be your wingman” turning to “actually imagining someone else touching you makes me want to punch someone.” which is dumb, because cas actually wanted dean all along. 

Words with Friends by betts

"Dean Winchester is as straight as an arrow. He’s a lady’s man of epic proportions: the king of the one night stand, the messiah of the friends with benefits paradigm, the emperor of perpetual bachelorhood.

Except, apparently, when it comes to his best friend, Castiel Novak."

***

Wherein a longstanding acquaintanceship leads to friendship, then best friendship, then sexting, then dirty talk, then mutual masturbation, then, inevitably, fucking.

look i think you’re always in good hands with @bettsfic​. but this one has some good sexting and phone sex right at the start, which i’m totally into, and then it gets even better. cas is a lil bossy, by which i meant to say he’s the kind of bdsm geek who has equipment installed in his bedroom for sex purposes. 

You're The Only Stranger I Need by lyndsie_l

When Castiel receives a text from a stranger, he finds himself engaging in conversations daily. He's drawn to the outgoing college student and longs to interact with the other man as often as he can. Slowly, he finds himself falling in love with the other and can't imagine ever meeting a more beautiful person.

The only problem?

He's never actually met this other man.

be still my heart! a long distance/texting/phone sex thing! i want to read it again right this second. cas is such a cool nerd, dean is a brat, it’s a good time all around. 

if you enjoy these fics (and you should), please give the writer some love via kudos and/or comments. <3 

ps - as always, if i didn’t tag the writer and you know their tumblr, please tag in the comments. i don’t think there’s a writer alive who wouldn’t be happy to be on a rec list. :) 

[dfnm-mnfd]

i haven’t seen you in forever, but you still feel like home

Inspired by this post by @xandertheundead

“We’ll keep in touch, Eds.” That’s what Richie had said. “I’ll call you every night, maybe even video chat for those more risqué conversations.” Even now, Eddie couldn’t help but chuckle at Richie’s antics, even though he hadn’t talked to the boy in eight years.

He and Richie had been best friends for as long as he could remember, meeting on the first day of elementary school, bonding immediately over a shared fascination in the way their teacher’s mole on her lip moved when she talked, and, since then, they’d always been at each others’ sides. Until ten years ago, that is.

Eddie had always dreamed of becoming a chef. He’d always been fascinated in cuisine, and had been forced to cook for himself since he was a child- due to his mother’s inability to function as a normal human. So, when he received an offer to spend five years in France learning how to master French cuisine up-close, how could he say no?

Apparently, that was Richie’s exact query. In high school, the two boys had gotten even closer than best friends. Richie had crossed the line of platonic love, stepping into the zone of romance, and Eddie had been more than happy to let him. The boys were happily dating for a good few years, they even moved into an apartment together in the summer before their freshman year of college. All was going splendidly- the two boys had never been more in love, until-

“Richie, oh my gosh, you’ll never guess what came in the mail!” Eddie practically skidded into the living room of their apartment, waving an envelope in the air, eyes glowing with excitement. On the floor, where he had been absently plucking at his guitar, Richie looked up curiously, a few stray curls hanging over his forehead. Even in his excitement, Edie couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was, the morning sun streaking through half-closed blinds to highlight the flecks of gold in his green eyes, to accentuate the freckles scattered across his pale skin. Richie cocked his head, blinking up at Eddie in silent (for once) question. “I got a letter from Le Cordon Bleus!” Though it was clear Richie had no idea what that was, he fed off of Eddie’s excitement, a large smile growing across his face. “It’s a french cooking school,” Edie explained, “they offered to let me transfer there for five years!” Just like that, Richie’s smile was gone.

“They- like, you’d go to… France? For a whole five years?” Eddie blinked.

“Well, yeah. Is that a problem?”

“N- no. I mean. I’m proud of you!” Eddie could tell that his smile was fake, the sadness in his eyes betrayed him. “I’m just… five years is a long time, I’ll miss you, Eds.”

“Oh.” Eddie blinked, and, just like that, all of his previous excitement was gone, like someone had flipped a switch, draining all of it from him. “Shit- Rich. I didn’t even think about that…” The sunlight didn’t look so pretty in Richie’s eyes anymore, all of the pain in them was drowning out the gold flecks. He wished that he could say he wouldn’t go, to make all of that pain go away, but his was the opportunity of a lifetime. He wasn’t about to pull a Rachel from Friends and ditch a golden opportunity for a man, was he? When he looked into Richie’s beautiful, sad eyes, he wasn’t so sure. He had waited his whole life for something like this to pop up, sure. But he’d loved Richie for his whole life, too. It was an impossible decision, giving up one dream for another.

“I- It’s all right, Eds. We can make it work, right?” Eddie wasn’t so sure. He’d heard all the horror stories about long distance relationships- the cheating, the distractions, the emotional distance. It was hard to believe that, even though he and Richie were close, they wouldn’t be affected by such things, and Eddie’s anxiety definitely wasn’t helping the situation. “We can call every night, text all the time. It’ll be just like it is now, but… really far apart.” Richie tried to make that sound less depressing than it was, pairing it with a meager smile. And Eddie, being the lovesick fool that he was, let Richie convince him.

Looking back, he would try and curse himself, he would try and wish that he had decided to stay. But he couldn’t deny that he loved his life now. Sure, he refused to date anyone, or even think about romance, but hey, that was just because he was so busy all the time, right? And when he saw pictures of Richie and his band- which had gotten to be quite popular over the  past few years- pop up on Instagram, or even in magazines, his heart didn’t hurt so bad that he wanted to rip it out of his chest, right?

Okay, maybe Eddie could think of one way that his life would be better. But he was doing swell! After moving to France, Eddie had adjusted to life there easily,  making friends in his classes, winning the favours of his professors. He managed to get good grades all the way throughout university, and snagged a well-paying job at a fine-dining restaurant. His life was packed to the brim, busy with exciting opportunities and happiness. Too busy for Richie, it turned out.

Richie had broken up with him through an email, of all things, breaking countless social codes, and Eddie’s heart, in the process. Though it wasn’t exactly out of the blue, that didn’t make it hurt any less when Eddie opened up the email, and blinked back tears as he read it. It didn’t make Eddie’s chest ache any less as he sobbed on the floor of his dorm, curled up for hours.

Eventually, Eddie stopped checking his phone for cheesy good morning texts when he woke up. He stopped leaving his ringer on at night, in case Richie decided to call him, forgetting about the time-zone difference. But, somewhere, though he hated it, he knew that he never stopped loving Richie.

Now, ten years after he had moved to France, Eddie was back in America. Having saved a decent amount of money over the years, he was opening a French cuisine restaurant, a high class one at that. He spent months perfecting everything- from finding the perfect location, all the way down to selecting the cutlery. And, having finally realised his plans, he was able to open the restaurant.

His restaurant was amazingly successful, generating loads of people, and bringing in thousands of excellent reviews. It wasn’t entirely unusual for the occasional celebrity to even wander in, and Eddie couldn’t have been happier.

About a month after Eddie had opened the restaurant, on one of the less busy days, a popular band arrived in a black car. Of course, as Eddie was in the back, cooking, he had no clue what awaited him. Even when an order for beef bourignon and chocolate mousse was passed back to him, which had always been Richie’s favourite things for him to make, Eddie suspected nothing. He let himself get caught up in the memories of cooking for Richie, sure. He let himself remember when Richie’d somehow managed to get chocolate mousse all over himself, and how Eddie had playfuly licked some off of his neck. Eddie’s cheeks reddened a little as he remembered what happened after that, and, by then, he was on to the next order, quick to be pulled from his nostalgia.

Eddie was in the middle of making a dessert crêpe, one of his favourite, and easiest, recipes, when he was called to the dining area by a somewhat flustered looking waitress. Compliments to the chef, she’d said. Though compliments weren’t entirely rare, Eddie was still incredibly pleased, and made sure he looked somewhat presentable before following her out.

He saw Richie just a few seconds after walking out of the kitchen, freezing in his place with wide eyes. The waitress turned to look at him, head tilted inquisitively, but Eddie couldn’t even begin to form words to explain himself. As a matter of fact, he could hardly breathe. And, fortunately or not, Richie noticed.

If Eddie hadn’t been silently wheezing and regretting all of his life choices, they probably would’ve made romantic eye contact, maybe ran into each other’s arms sobbing. However, Eddie felt like he was literally about to die, and probably looked like it, too, and so Richie just kind of stared at him, eyes wide with shock.

The entire restaurant was watching them now, several forks suspended mid-air on their way to some pompous customer’s mouth. But Eddie hardly cared, eyes huge as he stared at Richie, and Richie stared right back. They stayed frozen like that for a good few seconds, Richie’s bandmates all looking at their friend in confusion and concern, their bewilderment increasing as Richie pushed himself out of his chair, and strode towards Eddie, his shocked expression melting more into, what- intrigue, maybe? Eddie let him take his arm, and lead him back through the double doors of the kitchen, still hardly processing the situation he found himself in.

“Eds.” Richie’s voice was breathy, as if he could hardly believe that this was real. To be fair, it hardly seemed real. From the far end of the kitchen, the sous chef stared at them curiously, not that either of them noticed.

“Hi, Richie.” Eddie marvelled at how his voice didn’t shake when he spoke, despite the anxious churning of his stomach, and the panicked screeching that had become background noise in his mind from the moment that he saw Richie. For a while, they just blinked at each other, taking it all in.

Richie’s style didn’t seem to have changed one bit since Eddie last saw him- he wore an obnoxious hawaiian shirt over a Hozier shirt, paired with bright orange jeans and an entirely different shade of orange converse. He still wore his yellow-framed glasses, and his hair was still a beautiful curly mess. In other words, Richie was still absolutely hot and a complete dork, it seemed.

Eddie figured he probably looked much the same as well. As far as he could tell, his sense of style hadn’t changed much- his wardrobe was still comprised of oversized sweater and mom jeans. And, physically, the only change was that Eddie had gotten maybe half and inch inch taller. Basically, he was still exactly the same. Richie, it seemed, shared his sentiments.

“You look the same.” Eddie noticed how Richie’s hand seemed to twitch towards him. “I- I mean. You look great. I’m glad you look the same,” he stumbled over his words, wincing a little. “Not that I would be upset if you looked different, change is good! But-” Richie took in a deep breath, his words deflating. “I just… missed you, is all.” Eddie couldn’t help but smile at that, a whole flurry of butterflies taking flight inside him at Richie’s words.

“I missed you too, ‘Chee.” They both blinked at the pet name that slipped from Eddie’s lips, almost startled by the familiarity of it all. It was like they were suspended in air, wrapped in this careful conversation, and one wrong breath could send them crashing back to reality, back to when they hadn’t spoked for years, back to how Eddie had sobbed all alone, and how Richie had stared numbly at his ceiling, itching to call Eddie.

“Are you… um.” Richie took in a deep breath, and Eddie could tell that he was nervous. “Are you seeing anyone?”He smiled, letting out a relieved sigh when Eddie shook his head, and the butterflies that fluttered around inside Eddie multiplied. Did Richie still feel the same? It seemed that way.

“Are you?”

“Oh, god no.” Richie shook his head adamantly. “I haven’t been with anyone since we-” he blinked, uncertainty in his eyes as he looked at Eddie, his words falling short.

“Me neither,” Eddie said, his tone cautious. They slipped into silence, a million unsaid words hanging  in the air between them.

“Are you-

“Would you-” They both spoke at the same time, breaking off with a few awkward laughs.

“Sorry, you go,” said Eddie, looking up at at Richie, who shifted restlessly from one foot to the other. Seeming nervous, Richie shook his head.

“No, it’s fine. You go, Eds.”

“I-” Eddie stuttered, mouth opening and closing soundlessly as he gaped up at him. “No, no, it’s not important. You… you can go.” Richie, seeming to understand that literally nothing on Earth would make Eddie talk, sighed, nodding.

“Ok, um” He shifted from one foot to the other, wetting his lips. “I was uh… just wondering if maybe you’d like to go get dinner with me sometime?” Eddie beamed, eyes lighting up.

“I’d love that.” Richie beamed as well, his forest green eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Awesome! I can pick you up on Friday, if that works.”

“Yeah, sure.” Eddie couldn’t agree quickly enough, nodding emphatically.

“Great!” Richie nodded, eyes alight. “It’s a date, then.”

“I can’t wait.” He smiled up at Richie, and the two stood there for a few moments, just beaming at each other until Richie blinked, lifting one hand in the air to point vaguely at nothing.

“Ah! Well.” He let his hand drop. “I believe I have an absolutely delicious beef bourignon waiting for me, so I must be off, but um…” He shot Eddie a crooked smile, taking his breath away. “I can’t wait for Friday.”

“Me neither.”

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #222

“hold your breath, my dear, we’re going under.”

Have you ever kicked a vending machine? No. Have you ever stayed online for a long time waiting for someone? Ha ha, yeah... I did that for Mini a lot when I was younger. Would you survive in prison? I can almost guarantee I'd find a way to kill myself, no. What is your favorite condiment to go with french fries? Probably ketchup. What do you have a habit of doing when engaging in a conversation with someone? Obsess over if I'm making eye contact correctly. Like the WHOLE time I will be thinking about it. Have you ever lost a pet in a tragic way? How did you cope? I had a lot of childhood cats run over, and that was always hard to see. As for coping, I just... did. What else do you do. Do you have a favorite classical composer? No. Mini skirts, slutty or stylish? Um, what you wear doesn't determine whether or not you're "slutty." They don't bother me. Do you like a partner who is clean cut or rugged? A mix. Pale or tan, which would you rather be? I like pale skin, I just don't like the texture of mine. The negative of pale skin is the fact you can see flaws more clearly. Is walking cats strange? (like walking dogs) No. What about kids on leashes? What do you think about that? That shit is wild. Teach your children better, or keep them in your sights at all times if they have some kind of condition that makes it challenging to teach them properly. How many piercings have you had, BESIDES ears, no one cares. Two. New tats in your near future? Whenever I myself have the money, my next tattoo appointment will be to enhance my Mark tribute one to better the galaxy texture. I love the guy who's done my tats so far, but there are better out there, and I don't feel he achieved my vision. This tattoo is WILD important to me; it has to be perfect. After that, a "new" tattoo probably won't happen until I have a job or I'm gifted money. How about piercings or re-piercings? "In the near future" is the criteria I'm guessing is still relevant? It depends on how quickly I lose enough weight for my collarbones to be clearly prominent to get dermals. I've been fucking stagnated for a year, though, so I don't know when the hell that's happening... Who would you like to hang out with? There's a lot of old friends and acquaintances that fit this. Next new thing you are wanting to try! Idk. Some sort of job I can actually accomplish. Would you ever visit a psychic medium? Definitely not; I don't believe they're legit. Are some days a waste of makeup? Um so idk if you know, author, but people wear makeup for their own satisfaction. If it makes you feel beautiful, then hell no it's not a waste. Do you watch any beauty gurus on YouTube? Okay I fucking adore Jeffree Star y'all. He's a goddamn Mood and inspirational as ALL hell in terms of his determination, work ethic, and open-mindedness. I watch everything he uploads ever, even though I'm not really interested in makeup. It's cool to watch though; it's an art to me. Do you have a PillowPet? No, but omfg. One of my favorite Christmas memories ever is the night my niece, when she was around two or so, was given one (or something like it?) the night before, we turned the lights out, and lit it up so the colorful stars were all over the room. She was absolutely marveling over it. That was the same night my sister revealed she was pregnant with my nephew, actually. That was a great night. Actually felt like a family. Do you have sleep paralysis? Thank FUCK no. Have you ever wanted an ex back, but found out they were dating someone? I've talked about Jason and Ashley before. God that was a bad. Bad. Fuck-ing. Time. Do you like Placebo? I don't listen to them. Has anyone ever carried you to bed? I mean as a kid, yeah. Idr as a teenager or adult. Would you rather have a wiener dog or an Italian greyhound? The greyhound. Dachshunds are precious, but as of semi-recently, I'm personally against breeding pets with damaging/unhealthy traits, and dachshunds are very susceptible to spine issues. Idk if greyhounds have any issues like that. Do your parents buy you most anything you want? Bitch we poor, no. What is the next craft you are going to make? Probably something for Sara for some special event. I don't think that's much of a spoiler, so I don't mind sharing it. Do you learn choreography easily? I was decent when I was a dance student, but no, I can promise you no. My memory is laughable. If you had to choose, would you rather be taller or shorter? Taller, I guess? Idk. Do you believe that Jesus will come back in your lifetime? No, I don't believe he ever will. What color is your winter coat? ... Shit dude, idr. Idk if I even have one, actually. What’s your favorite candy to receive on Halloween? Gimme all ur Reese's cups. Have you ever spent your birthday alone? No. Have you ever had a themed b-day party? I'm sure I did as a kid. Were you afraid of heights as a child? No. I am now tho. Which dollar store is your favorite? Here, Dollar Generals are everywhere and generally the preferred one, I believe. What food gives you diarrhea? Totally serious, most exceptionally "fancy" foods; by that, I assume things with lots of intricate spices and other ingredients. At least severe gas pains are almost guaranteed when I eat out somewhere. Have you ever had a lead role in a play? No. Ha ha man, I remember as an elementary school student though, we had a play where I SO wanted to be Snow White. What is the most fascinating part of nature? Evolution. I don't know how I once didn't believe in it. Would you ever go vegetarian? I am serious about returning to vegetarianism when/if I get to a weight I'm satisfied with (losing weight w/o meat is more difficult than with, particularly for an extremely picky eater). I wish I could be a total vegan, but I know I'm not capable of that. Once you actually learn about slaughterhouses and farm life... no. What berry is your favorite? STRAW!!!!!!!BERRIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What is your dream house? Something in the woods with a nice yard/outdoor decor, flowers, wildlife... What was the reason in you crying last? PTSD. Are there any movies in the theater that you’d like to see? The new IT and Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. What do you think of Coca Cola? It's my third-fave soda. What about polar bears? Gorgeous animals. I will R I O T if they go extinct. My best friend(s) are/is... Sara. When do you want to have your first kid? Never. I am faaar from cut out to be a mother. Which stovetop burner do you use the most? I don't cook, so. The times I've made eggs, uh... I think I use the bottom right? Do you use a dishwasher or wash dishes by hand? Ugh, we don't have one. What year did you graduate high school? 2014. Do you carry pepper spray? No, but I should with how paranoid I am. What is your favorite gas station? Sheetz is the way to go down here. What have been some of your best garage sale finds? *shrugs* Idr the last time I went to one. Ever worked two jobs or more at once? Hell no. I wouldn't survive. How often do you check your email? Every day, mainly for school. What would you do if your ex came to you crying? It would depend on who. "The" ex, I don't give a fuck how I feel about him, he's getting a tight-ass hug because seeing him cry is awful, and I will always care about him to a certain degree. Well actually, I'd ask him before hugging; I don't know if he'd be fine with me touching him. Girt would get a big 'ole hug for sure. Juan, Tyler, and Aaron I'd ask if they wanted a hug. I'd definitely ask any of them if they wanted to talk/vent to me about whatever is wrong; I can't stand seeing people cry. What school do you go to, what grade? I'm a super late freshman in college. How do you feel about school? It's been a drastic change in my daily life and thus has caused stress, but nevertheless I'm ecstatic to be back because I'm actually making progress towards going somewhere. Are you still a virgin? So I know it sounds like it makes NO sense w/o details, but seriously, I don't know. We had "cheaty" ways to just barely skirt around it because at the time I was abstinent, but pretty sure at some point it became sex. Do you eat chips or crackers more? Man, I haven't had chips in a loooong time... though I love them, man. We have crackers at the house usually, and I snack on them occasionally. Is your bed next to a wall? Who doesn't have their bed against at least one?? Is your bed next to a window? There's one beside me against the wall. Do you have neat handwriting? I think so. The only thing I don't like is I write SOOOOOOOOOO slow. Would you rather be a singer or a dancer? Dancer. Would you rather be a musician or a painter? Painter. What did your hair look like in high school? Long and normally brown, but sometimes I dyed it black with colored highlights. Favorite flavor of hot chocolate? Normal?? What is your top priority in life? My happiness, probably. Have you ever made a gingerbread house? Yeah. Sucky ones, but they were gingerbread houses, lol. Do you prefer candy corn or conversation hearts? EW both are gross. Skeletons or scarecrows? I'll see you in the Skeleton War, fuckers. Who was the last non-relative woman you spoke to in person? My Writing teacher. What’s a topic you’ve drastically changed your opinion on? I did a TOTAL 180 on LGBT rights, and my former, intense pro-life stance has altered quite a lot to mostly pro-choice. What’s an achievement you hope to see humanity accomplish in your lifetime? Man, a lot... A total ban from plastic and finding an alternative for it would be great, as well as the cure of cancer and H.I.V. Make gay marriage legal worldwide. Make great progress on cleaning the oceans. I could go on and on. Do you know anyone who has a PhD? As far as personally, possibly. Like, obviously my doctors do. How do you feel when you’re the center of attention? *buys that red button that says "no" in various fashions solely for this occasion* Are you and your S/O Facebook official? She doesn't have a FB, but mine does say "in a relationship." Do you know anyone who works as a lawyer? Not that I know well anymore; a former best friend is in the process of becoming one, though. So proud of her. Which would bother you more: being told you’re not likable or being told you’re not sensible? Being told I'm not likable would really hurt. How many bedrooms does your house have? Two. Have you ever had a dream in which you died? Yeah. Does the thought of having wrinkles when you’re older upset you? Not really. Everyone gets them. Do you use Snapchat? No. Do you know anyone who’s struggling with addiction? Yes. What was your first job? And how long did you work there? I was a sales associate at GameStop. I was employed for like two months, but I worked very few days before I crumbled. Where is the last place you were other then where you are right now? School. How do you feel about the last person you kissed? I adore her. Lol, Lawl, Rotfl, Lmao, or Lmfao? (Which you use most) Lmao or lol. Have you/Do you know anyone that grows weed? Not knowingly to me. Do you really care about name brands? Not just for the sake of being a certain name; I do, however, care about the quality of brands, of course, such as taste for foods or being comfortable in clothes. Describe your favorite pair of jeans to me please. I don't have any. When I was actually slim though, I had a pair of maroon skinny jeans with a black dappling texture, and there were holes in them where the fabric was just black, and I loooooved them. Those and my leather boots was A Look. To wash in the shower, do you use a loofa? That's not the technical name for what I use according to Mom when I've called them that, but rather a body sponge or something like that, but it's like the same thing. Have you ever ridden on a horse? Yes, though not at a gallop or anything "real." Just at things like school fairs. Are you polite? I think I'm very polite, honestly. Do you prefer bright or muted colors? Bright, usually. Can you roll your tongue? I used to be able to after practicing all day once with a friend ha ha, but I haven't been able to for a long time. Definitely can't now with snake eyes. Are you a light weight when it comes to alcohol? No, apparently. Which accents can you emulate pretty well? British and country. How loud do you listen to music? Too loud, I know. Are you more awkward talking to people in real life or online? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, real life. I don't think I'm half bad online. Do you bruise easily? So easily that I was tested for anemia or whatever it's called where you bleed easily (the test was negative, thankfully). Despite feeling bruised, though, I usually don't have an actual mark. Have you ever bought pre-ripped jeans? All my jeans were. I hate plain, boring jeans. What are you most likely to spend money on? Tattoos, lol... I genuinely think I'm good with money, I feel because of the financial position I've grown up and lived in, although I have never had a stable source of income, so it's hard to really determine that yet. I'm quite sure I'll be fine, but I really do hope I handle my money well when I do and don't invest all my spendable (as in, not money that I'm saving for emergencies) money into just tats. Have you ever been a complete fangirl/fanboy over anything? Welcome to my life, lol. I'm at an age where it's starting to get embarrassing, but. Idk how to change it. What’s the weirdest way you’ve ever heard somebody die of? *shrug* When was the last time you (dis)liked someone without really knowing them? I dunno. I try to not do that. When was the last time you wore a mask? What did it look like? Hell if I remember. I don't even remember wearing any on Halloween as a child. What comes up on your recommended list on YouTube? Mainly let's plays or music. Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend? Hell no, that wouldn't last long. How many true heart breaks have you had in your lifetime? One. Do you have any gay family members? My mom has a gay cousin. Who was the last person to sleep over at your house? Sara. Would you ever get a boob job? No; I don't care enough about them too. I wish they were smaller. I liked mine when I was a healthy weight, so, let's get back to that size, please. What would you think if you found out your ex was gay? Aaron, I think he actually is. Juan, trust me, he's not. Jason couldn't convince me he was gay even if he tried. I very highly doubt he'd be bi/pan, either. Girt, I would be surprised, but not like, immensely. I don't have a clue about Tyler and if he has any gay tendencies/history. Would you ever take someone back if you found out they cheated on you? NO SIR-REE. Do people ever compliment your eyes? Yeah. Would you be upset if you caught your boyfriend looking at porn? I don't know. I used to feel REALLY strongly about porn just being a big 'ole fucking nope, but whatever man, we're sexual animals. Better you take care of urges yourself rather than, you know, raping someone or something. If I personally caught my s/o doing it, idk how I'd feel, but knowing me and my self-esteem, I'd feel I'd probably jump to the whole (if we were serious) "um hi I'm your fckng gf what am I not enough" thought path. I don't think I'd be livid, though. Ask the old Britt, and we would've broken up there, probably. Who’s the last person that hung up on you? *shrug* Do you have a common first name? Yeah. Have you ever been engaged? No. Do you have any tattoos on your arms? Four, currently. They're gonna be covered one day. Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else’s property? No. Have you ever been punched? No. What do you usually order from Olive Garden? I will, without fail, get the spicy shrimp fritas and be the happiest human being on Earth. How do you feel about bats? I absolutely adore them. Do you get excited when you learn you have to dress up? Quite the opposite, actually. What brand of hair spray do you use? I don't use it. Do you like it when guys wear hats? I have zero opinion on this. Burger King, McDonald's, or Wendy's? I prefer Wendy's. If you type for awhile, do your fingers start to hurt? No. Are you the type of person who would study for a test for hours? No, I'm not. I generally don't even have to like, intensely study; I tend to learn upon reading things, or in like math, performing the actions just a couple times. "Studying" doesn't tend to work for me; if it gets to that point, it probably won't stick, regardless of how many times I try. Are you a lazy person? I hate admitting just how lazy I am. But I mean again, it also depends on what is at stakes. Does your house have a doorbell? Yes, though I actually don't know if the doorbell works... Favorite album? Ozzy Osbourne's Black Rain. Favorite farm animal? PIGS! Has your Facebook ever been hacked? No. Do you spell gray with an A or an E? I use the American spelling ("gray"). Would you rather get money or gift cards for your birthday? I would be perfectly and entirely happy with purely money for my birthday, because that equals tattoos, lmao. Have you ever spoken to a detective before? No. Have you ever played laser tag? Once on a double-date with Jason and our old roommates/friends. Do you ever share things on Facebook? Almost all I do are share things I support, find funny, find as inspirational or cute, stuff like that. I can confidently say the majority of people I even have as "friends" on there do not care that much about my personal life. Is anyone you’re close to in the hospital right now? I mean, define "close." My grandmother's going through chemo, but we're not like... my definition of particularly "close," though she's close-ish family, so idk. Is your Wifi protected? Of course. What did you have for lunch today? I didn't eat lunch. How often do people write on your Facebook wall? On my birthday, lmao. Does your phone have a cover on it? No. I'd say I want one, but way more than that, I want a new phone. Mine is godawful. What color was your swim suit this year? I mean my most recently-worn is black, but I think it'd probably be too big for me now. I haven't swam in a long time. Do ladders scare you? Yes. Do you have any pictures of you and your friends in your bedroom? No. How do you eat Oreos? I'm one of those people that breaks the cookie to eat the cream first. Who or what sleeps with you? My cat Roman. Do you know anyone with the same name as you? Yes, but spelled differently. Are you pro-life or pro-choice? Honestly, it's become almost embarrassing to say I was ever pro-life. I'm vehemently pro-choice now. What color LED is the display in your car? Okay so Mom's has a rainbow of options, but I think it's currently stuck on... purple? I think? How am I unsure???? I'm in it every day?????????? Who was your first kiss with? Jason, my first "real" boyfriend. What kind of milk do you drink? I'll drink anywhere between skim to whole milk, but I'm not really a fan of skim despite having grown up with it. What aren’t you afraid to stand up for? I'd stand up for gay rights if it killed me. Do you know anybody in the military? Loosely. What was the last hotel you stayed at? I don't have the slightest clue. Do you have any STDs? No. What’s your preferred salad dressing? YO the Olive Garden dressing is b o m b. Do you have a favorite NASCAR driver? No. Who’s your celebrity crush? I'm almost 24 years old ha ha ha hahaha I'm too old for a celebrity crush aha hahaa haa aahha ah hahaaaaaaaaaaaaa- What color is your fridge? Black. Do you know the metric system well enough to live in Canada? No, admittedly. What was the biggest bruise you’ve ever had? Tell me the place (on your body) and the story of it! Idr. If you have Etsy account - show the very last item you added to the favorites. If not - either skip or just visit Etsy and find one thing you like: I think I have one, but I don't use it. I don't feel like looking. What would you do if you knew that you will be single to your very death (even if you’re in a relationship now)? Nothing would change...? My relationship status doesn't alter my goals and such. Are there any exchange students at your school? We have a LOT of foreign students at my school, so I'd assume so. Have you got any half or step siblings? I have three (actually four, but I don't know one tho) half-siblings and technically a step-brother, but I don't see him as a "brother," really. What cars do your siblings drive, if they do drive? My older sister has a red car, and my younger has a... black Kia, I think? It's dark is all I know for sure, and I only know the brand because it's new. I don't live with either or see their cars frequently elsewhere, so idk. What about your parents? Idk what kind my dad drives, but BOY do I know my mom's car, lmao. It's an older white Kia (I think?) with the bumper fuckin zip-tied onto the car bc it was given to us after a dance friend hit a poor deer, lmao. Look, we don't complain, shit was free. Do you like kid’s movies? Yo I do NOT trust you if you claim you like NO "kids' movie." Describe your handbag. I'm actually gonna look it up. (https://sourpussclothingwholesale.files.wordpress.com/2016/08/night-owl-bag.jpg?w=584&h=364) When was the last time you had to take someone home? ME, never. I don't have my license because I'm terrified of driving. Who was it, and where did you take them home from? N/A Have you ever known someone online and then met them in person? Sara Jaaaaaane!!! :'> There are other friends I'd like to meet, too. If so, which website did you meet on? Sara and I met via YouTube when it was actually community-oriented. Have you ever been to the beach? Yeah, multiple times. Have you ever been kicked out of somewhere? Yeah, I guess. She didn't actually like, force me outside, but I had to call my mother to pick me up. Have you ever intentionally trolled? No. Did you get swine flu? No. What is your favorite type of cat? Aesthetically, I find Persians to be way too cute, though I don't support their continued breeding. It's literally abuse to breed animals that deformed. Do you support the LGBTQ community? I'm bisexual, so like- Have you ever eaten a veggie burger? Yeah, the Morningstar brand from Burger King (not the Impossible Burger one). It's genuinely not bad. If you could meet any major political figure, who would it be? I'm not educated enough on like, any, to properly answer this question. If you drink Monster, what is your favorite flavor? N/A Do you own any Webkinz stuffed animals? I was that Bad Bitch(tm) with like,,,, almost all of them back in the day. If so, do you have a Webkinz online account? It exists, but idr the password sobs. If you had/have a Club Penguin account, how old were you when you got it? I would have a character for like two days, not go back on for years, repeat a couple times... but idk how old I was. Do you own any Nintendo video game consoles/handhelds? GameBoys and a DS Lite, yes. What religion were you raised in? Roman Catholicism. Are you still that religion, if you had one? Far from it. What religion/spiritual path intrigues you the most, if any? Buddhism and Wicca. What ancient culture intrigues you the most, if any? Idk. Were/are you a teacher’s pet? Not like, the kind that sucked up to the teacher for their personal benefit, but if you mean just as in the teacher's favorite, yeah. Do you like pink lemonade? Hell yeah man. What’s your favorite U2 song, if you have one? I don't listen to them. Were your parents born in the United States? Yeah. Do women breastfeeding in public make you feel uncomfortable? I want it to be perfectly and violently clear that I fucking despise you if a child being fed fucking offends you. Why or why not? Because women's bodies aren't sexual fucking objects designed for your viewing pleasure. Write an unpopular/offensive opinion of yours here. I’m interested. Buckle up, lads. Seatbelts fastened? Ass properly in the seat? Airbags in place? There are two genders.

[water-writings]

11/11/11

I was tagged by @demidemonwrites and @ezwriting. Thanks you guys and sorry this took so long to write! 

I know I will be breaking the rules to some extent, but I will be answering both their sets of 11 questions here. I don’t have exactly 11 people to tag, let alone 22 at the moment haha. Sorry!

Demidemonwrites’ questions!

1) Least favorite writing trope?

I’m going to be honest, I’m not entire sure. I’ve never thought of this before. I actually went through a couple forums where people are telling their least favorite tropes to see if anything struck with me. Honestly, I couldn’t find anything. Maybe I haven’t read a lot to know what I don’t like or if I’m just not that picky. I guess if things are written well I’ll be down with anything. 

I guess if I had to pick one, it would have to be “the good guy is actually the villain” trope. With Frozen I remember when I first sat down in the theater and thinking “Haha what if Hans was the villain” and then BOOM I was right. There was some other movie I watched where I called one of the good guys being the villain, but I can’t remember what it was.

2) Which of your characters are underdeveloped but you want to develope more?

My current new character for My Hero Academia, Yuriko Umeda. She’s the first character since my Marvel character, Tracey Madison, that I’m super excited to work on and write for!

3) Do you prefer writing stories or worldbuilding?

I prefer writing stories. I’ve mostly written fanfiction and gone off of worlds from fandoms. But I have recently been practicing worldbuilding by attempting to add onto the already existing worlds. I have an original story in the works, but I haven’t touched it in nearly four years. It’s there, but I’m struggling with it. Maybe one day I’ll finally figure it out. But yes, I like writing stories more so than worldbuilding at the moment. 

4) Where do you do most of your writing? (In bed, at a desk, ect...)

Literally anywhere. I write on my computer and on my phone on Google Docs so writing is portable for me. I do tend to write more on my bed or on a couch. I guess somewhere where I’m comfy.

5) If you have multiple ocs, what do you do to keep all their info organized?

Hahahaha I don’t. I’m pretty sure there have been times where I created a character in my head, came back to them months or even years later and forgot what their name was. I used to write a list of characters I created (even ones that I didn’t have stories for) back in high school, but now I don’t. I guess I just remember characters I really like. If I write for them I remember them of course, but if they are characters I have in my head and create a story for them then I tend to remember those characters. Although, I probably should start keeping them organized somehow.

6) Do you write your ideas down or are they mostly in your head?

Both. I tend to come up with ideas in my head (as everyone does haha) and when I have time I write them down on my notes section of my google doc for the story. But I also have ideas written down and in my head. Small ideas come to mind every now and then that I forget about that pop back up or they are minor details that I’ll write in as I write the story. 

7) What is your character(s) favorite food?

Yuriko’s favorite food is omu rice.

Tracey’s is Hawaiin pizza. 

Barry’s would be fried rice.

Aria’s is cookies.

Wes likes pretzels. Crunchy or soft he loves them.

Lyra’s is meatloaf. 

I haven’t thought of Barry’s, Wes’, or Lyra’s before but those popped in my head. It might change, not sure haha.

There are probably other characters that I can’t think of at the moment or characters that I haven’t written for in forever that I just omitted from this list. These are my recent projects. 

8) Out of all your character, which has the best story arc?

I guess Tracey? She’s the character who I actually write a complete story for instead of abandoning it. To this day I’m not sure how I did it, but I did. I have four stories completed in the series with her in it. The second one I liked, but looking back on it there’s some stuff I’d like to change in it. But I also think with that story I was able to develop her character more after that. 

9) Do you prefer heroes, villains, or anti-heroes?

D. All of the above. I like characters who are well written. Even if its a villain I will like their character. 

10) What character have you had the longest?

My longest character would be from my very first fanfic ever, but I don’t want people looking into that one hahaha! Out of my recent characters its definitely Tracey and Barry.

11) Favorite villian trope?

This was another thing that I’ve never thought about before and once again I looked into lists of villain tropes. I think I like bad just to be bad. One of my favorite villains is Joker and he’s evil just because. Another trope (if you count it as a trope or personality) is crazy. Harley Quinn, Junko Enoshima, and Himiko Toga are happy crazy and I don’t know why, but I love characters like that. 

Ezwriting’s questions!

1. Do you listen to anything while you write? Music, television, white noise, etc.

I tend to have something on in the background, whether it’s music, TV, or YouTube. I just like to have background noise. I do like to use music to picture scenes for stories. There’s been times where I’m listening to a song randomly one day and I just picture a new scene that has that song playing as background music and I just add it to a story. 

2. Can you describe your favorite character? Either yours or a beloved favorite from a book or any other media – I’d just love to hear about them.

Tracey and Barry are my MCU OCs. They are the Madison twins and they’ve been with me since I was a freshman in college. So about six years or so. That may have given away my age who knows lol. 

Barry worked with SHIELD and was picked up right out of high school. Tracey didn’t know what he did until the Battle of New York where she basically interrogated him on his uniform. Tracey is a hacker. She majored in Computer Science (even though I know absolutely nothing about it) and she has been playing with computers since she was a kid. She had an interest in them. 

Pepper was a friend of their mom’s so that’s how they met Tony and then the Avengers through Tony. Everything just falls into place or goes down hill from there! 

I’ve worked so much on them that they have become my favorites. But at this point, I’m taking a hard hiatus on them and focusing on other characters.

3. When you write, do you have any particular requirements before you can start? (Have to be a specific somewhere, need music, etc.)

Nope! If I end up writing, I’m lucky. I have the worst attention span and lack of inspiration at times that the moment I sit down and try and write I end up watching the most random videos on YouTube or scroll through Tumblr. It’s bad haha. 

4. Do you prefer to be hot or cool when writing? Do you snuggle up with blankets or have fans running, or are you somewhere in - between?

I’m in between. It depends on the day. Like right now I’m fine sitting on my couch in some comfy shorts and a shirt and write. But some times my legs might get cold and I’ll lay a blanket on them. But that’s usually if it’s cold out. I’m in between.

5. What kind of writing ‘quirks’ do you have?

None. I literally sit and write. I usually have background noises I mentioned in the first question (sometimes, very rarely, will I write in silence). I might have a cup of tea or a snack, but other than those I don’t think I have any writing quirks. 

6. What is your favorite book or book series?

Harry Potter, Peter and the Star Catchers, and The Truth About Forever. 

7. Is there anyone who inspires your writing?

@pen-in-hand @apocalyvse They’re writing is amazing!!

8. What first got you started in writing?

I honestly can’t even remember. I think it was this anime that’s my favorite called D Gray Man. A friend got me into it late 8th grade early freshman year of high school and I loved it. I was also a major major dork back then (probably still am but not as much) and had a crush on one of the characters that I wanted to create my own to add into the story. I think one of my friends told me about ff.net and I picked up a notebook and pen and started writing. 

I do remember a couple times in elementary school where I had to write short stories. One I think I still have in my junk somewhere that was about a dog wanting to be a sled dog and the other was I had to write how the Oregon Trail was made. That one I don’t have, but I think I remember I wrote about how a girl ran into a goblin in a forest and had some competition with him over something. She ended up using this basket she had and used it to create the trail. 

Elementary school Mel was wild. I don’t even know how I remember that Oregon Trail one. Star Kid pick up my story and make a prequel to Trail to Oregon.

9. What would you suggest to new writers?

Just write. Even if you think it’s bad, just write and post it. Someone is going to love it. You are also your worst critic. I look back at my first fanfic and CRINGE when I think about it. But I have reviews on it. I also look back on it and realize that I have improved so much since then. You improve as you write and you can only go up. If you enjoy it, keep writing. 

10. Do you prefer to write first, second or third person?

Third person for sure!

11. How do deadlines affect your writing? Do they hinder or help you?

I don’t set deadlines for myself. Unless I’m writing something for a holiday or as a present to someone. I don’t do deadlines, but I think it would either help or hinder me. It would help me sit down and write, but I also think - knowing me - that I’d procrastinate and then rush to meet the deadline. Rushing would then result in my worst work I think. Maybe. But I just don’t do deadlines. I post when I want to.

My questions

1. Do you write fanfictions or original stories and did you ever write fanfiction? 

2. Did you ever write your stories in the middle of class instead of paying attention? 

3. How many notebooks do you have filled with your writing? 

4. What’s your favorite way to write? Notebook, Word Doc, Google Docs?

5. Do you write by yourself or do you need people writing with you? 

6. Have you ever cowritten with someone? 

7. Who do you bounce ideas off of? 

8. Have you ever taken an experience from your life and written it into a story? 

9. Favorite type of music to listen to while you write. 

10. Have you ever had anyone give you “advice” that hurt you and prevented you from writing for a while? 

11. Have you ever had fans of your writing pester to write a certain way? 

I tag @pen-in-hand @apocalyvse @starsandstormyseas @loopally @morganwriteblr @writing-and-nutmeg @luciandra-writing @nightwingshero @scouthearted @invernessie41 @odpadkywriter @alalawrites

I did 12 instead of 11 since I had two sets of questions haha!