#i love casually writing little drabbles that i'm never gonna use

[theshypinkflower]

lmao did i ever tell you guys i love sal and derek angst

"You'll have to forgive me, but, who are you?"

When Matt called me and said dad was getting worse, I didnt think he was serious. Even as an adult I always saw my dad as this immovable, unbreakable object. Hell, even when he was 40 there had been mumerous times he'd manage to hand my ass to me on a silver platter. But now my dad sat in a hospital bed, looking at me as if he never met me.

"I'm your son, Derek," I replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"No," he shook his head, "I never had a son. I will say you're a remarkably handsome young man, but I didnt have a son."

I was hardly young at this point, at least by college chick standards, but hearing those words tore me in two. Even while laying down my dad still knew how to tear me in two.

"I'm Salvatore, but everyone calls me Sal," he said shaking my hand with a foreign gentleness. He didnt even hug me that nicely at my graduation.

"Sal?" I asked, a lump forming in my throat. My dad use to give coworkers the stink eye for even calling him by a nickname, he only gave a select few the chance to use a nickname with him.

"Sal," he said with a smile. A smile that almost made me throw up, not because it was foreign this time.

But because it was genuine.

[jayparked]

52 and 20 sunoo please btw i love your writing🫶

warnings: brat tamer!sunoo, f2l, begging, edging, teasing, orgasm denial, praise, dirty talk

wc: 569

you wish you would think more before you speak. the amount of times your mouth has gotten you into trouble should be enough to make you use your brain more and consider the consequences.

a silly remark. that's all it was. it wasn't meant to be a challenge. and yet you couldn't help yourself from casually admitting that you were unedge-able.

you'd just never been with someone who knew how to do it properly, is what your friend sunoo said, braggy about how fun it is to have that kind of control over someone.

and, of course, you couldn't just leave it at that. you had to continue to tease and doubt your friend.

and that's how you found yourself here, begging, trembling, losing your mind underneath him as he went from edging you with his tongue, his fingers, and now his cock, still prolonging your orgasm.

"you want to come?"

"y-yes, i...please."

"hm, but do you really deserve to?" sunoo cocks his head to the side, his lips curling into a devilish smirk, "think you can just be a brat anytime you want without any punishments?" he's enjoying seeing you like this way too much, loves the squelching sounds your body makes as he pushes you to the edge only to have you whining and moaning as he takes them away.

"'m..i'm sorry. sunoo, please." you cling onto his biceps while he rubs the tip of his cock around your clit, his other hand twisting and pulling at one of your nipples.

"no. you come when i say you can." although he chuckles, his composure is slowly leaving. his muscles are bulging as he tries to remain focused on his goal, but sweat is starting to trail down his temple and his body twitches every time he pulls himself away from you.

"actually," he tsks, "i'm tired of playing with you. i'm not gonna stop until you're squeezing every last drop out of me. i don't care how sensitive you are."

even though his words are stern, he looks at you and waits for your consent, which you give immediately with an excited nod.

sunoo rubs your knee gently in acknowledgment, finally pushing himself further into you.

finally feeling full, you moan, your body already shaking with overstimulation as your walls mold around him. but then, it starts to feel too much. your hips are bucking against his, entire body shaking as the pleasure overwhelms you.

"shh, just a little more...you're doing so well for me, baby," he whispers sweetly. with one last gentle thrust he's finally fully sheathed inside of you. a moment is all he gives for your body to adjust before he's snapping his hips, his thrust sharp and deep. the sound of your skin slapping against one another mixes sinfully amongst the squelching of your juices every time he pounds into you. both of your moans fill the room and you feel your release erupting from your body without any warning.

"f-fuck, fuck, fuck!" you scream as you cling to your friend who doesn't slow down even for a second. as he continues to use your body, you can't help but smirk to yourself, now slightly thankful that your smart mouth has gotten you into this interesting position. and you can't wait for the next time you get sunoo riled up to the point where he'll have to put you back in your place.

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[angelst4re]

Hi angel 💕 Could you write a counterfeit jamie smut where the reader used to be friends with benefits with him and he comes back to her town on tour and she ends up in his hotel room if you know what I mean 🤭I love you’re writing <3

hi lovely!! thank you so much!! im sooo sorry for making you wait so long THIS REQUEST IS LITERALLY FROM FEBRUARY??? i hope it's worth the wait :)

Addiction- Counterfeit!Jamie x Reader

warnings: NSFW!!! this contains smut so if that makes you feel uncomfortable then please don't read!! <3

notes: it's been a while... for the last month i've been so busy and when i haven't been busy i've been thinking about noah sebastian and/or cillian murphy (jamie i am sorry i'm in a hoe phase rn!!) but i also have a henry creel drabble to post tomorrow as well so keep an eye out for that :) ALSO I WANNA SAY A BIG THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME!!!! (p.s. this isn't proof read and i wrote this over the span of three weeks so i apologise for any mistakes!!)

When you received the message from Jamie telling you he’s playing a show in your city, you couldn’t contain your excitement. You were out for lunch with two of your friends, who were questioning the wide grin on your face. 

“Oh, I just know she’s texting Matt again,” one of your friends smirked, eyeing you up, “are you ever going to meet up with him? You’ve been talking for almost 3 months?!”

“Oh, no, it’s Jamie. He’s playing here with his band next month, he wants me to come and see them. He’s sent two tickets, I could ask for an extra one if you wanted to come with me-”

“That’s perfect! You can ask Matt to come with you!” Your other friend suggested, although it came off as more of a demand. 

“But what if he asks about how I know Jamie? I couldn’t really explain that on a first date.” 

“Well, just tell him he’s a friend, maybe leave out the ‘with benefits’ part.”

“We stopped that a while ago, actually. I haven’t seen him for almost a year, we’re kinda just friends now.” 

“Then that’s your story sorted then,” your friend grinned, picking your phone up from the table and placing it in your hand, “now tell Matt he’s got a concert to go to.” 

You were surprised when Matt texted back, telling you he’s never heard of counterfeit before, but he’ll happily listen to them and come with you. You felt a little bad for lying to him, telling him you had no one else to come with you as your friends were working that weekend. 

On the evening of the show, Matt came to pick you up. You would’ve usually dressed quite casual for a concert, specifically one of Jamie’s, but this was also a date. You stepped out of your house wearing a black dress, comfortable shoes and a cute handbag to match the outfit. 

“You look amazing,” Matt said, unable to wipe the smile from his face, “let’s get going!” 

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

“That guy right there,” Matt shouted through the noise, pointing at Jamie, “is your friend?” His mouth was open in disbelief as you nodded your head. He had already had four beers, and you had only been here just over an hour. 

“Yeah, I met him at one of the restaurants I used to work at. It’s a funny story actually, some crazy fangirls were waiting outside for him to leave so I kinda helped him ‘escape’ through the back…” You trailed off as you noticed he wasn’t paying attention to anything you were saying, his attention was elsewhere. 

“Cool, I’m gonna get another drink, do you want one?” 

You shook your head and watched as he disappeared off into the crowd. 

Your eyes were drawn to Jamie, reminiscing on the times you had spent together. The times your bodies were intertwined beneath the covers and the times you spent laughing together in the car. You missed him, it was truly like it was a ‘right person, wring time’ kind of situation. 

Time passed and passed and you realised Matt hadn’t come back yet. Surely the line wasn’t that long? You just assumed he had gone to the bathroom, especially after drinking that much. But another 15 minutes passed and he still hadn’t returned, so you went to search for him. You assumed he wouldn’t have wandered far from the bar, so you were heading in that direction. 

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

You were pushed up against the hotel door, slamming it shut as his lips met yours. One of your hands found his hair whilst the other was grasping at his shirt, as if you were hanging on to him for your life. The familiar smell of his aftershave, mixed with cigarettes gave you a feeling of nostalgia, and it was as if you were experiencing deja vu. 

His hands were on your thighs, pushing your dress up higher and higher, until his cold hands met your bare hips. 

“Jamie,” you gasped, pulling back for air. As if he couldn’t take his mouth off you, his lips were now on your neck, kissing and nibbling the spot he knew would make your knees buckle. 

The last thing you expected tonight was to leave the show with the singer. With Jamie. But after you went to look for Matt, you caught him with his tongue down another girl's throat. A part of you felt sick, betrayed, but another part of you felt relieved. However, you would never admit that’s how you felt, especially not to your friends. 

Jamie had given you a backstage pass, and cleared it with security before the show. You knew how the night was going to end as soon as you received the text from him. 

“Why does this always happen,” Jamie asked rhetorically, against the skin of your shoulder as he continued to pepper kisses, “always end up coming back to you.” 

You smile at his words, it was true. The two of you just couldn’t seem to keep your hands off each other when you were together. 

Before you could process what had happened, you were pushed against the table, and Jamie took your thighs, lifting you to sit on the edge of it as he got down to his knees. 

His kisses began at your ankle, and he looked up at you as they got closer and closer. Your calves, your knees and eventually your upper thigh. 

“I’ve missed you.” He confessed as he held your thighs open, one finger pushing your underwear to the side. 

He dragged a finger through your slick folds, earning a sigh from you as he grazed your clit. You looked down to see a smirk plastered on his face. His eyes briefly met yours before he placed a kiss over your clit, the tip of his tongue nudging it as you dug your nails into the underneath of the wooden table you were sitting on. Jamie quickly noticed this, and the hand that was holding your legs open for him guided your hands back to his hair. 

“Shit.” You gasped as you felt a finger gently press into your entrance, his lips now wrapped around your clit, sucking and nipping at it. “M-more…” You managed to whisper. 

“That’s not how we ask for something, is it, darling?” Jamie teased, a devilish glint in his eyes as two of his fingers pressed into you, agonisingly slow. 

“Please,” you whimpered, “I need… I want more, please, Jamie.” 

Jamie chuckled, his thumb now replacing his mouth on your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. He stood back up, towering over you before leaning down to kiss you, giving you a taste of yourself as he did so. 

“I’ve missed hearing you beg,” he whispered, “come on, sweetheart, let go for me. I know you're close.” 

He was right. You swore he knew your body better than you did. 

You could feel the knot in your belly tightening, getting ready to snap at any moment. 

“You’re making such a mess, y’know that? My messy girl, can feel you dripping down my hand,” you could tell what he was doing, he was trying to push you to the edge, he knew what effect his words had on you, and he was taking advantage of that, “that’s it, angel. You can do it, cum for me.” 

And that did it. 

Your head was thrown back, your thighs trying to close around him as he continued to work you through your orgasm. The moans falling from your lips were muffled by his as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. 

His fingers slipped out of you and he reached for your thighs, his slick coated fingers leaving your skin sticky as he pressed his body against yours, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you towards the bed. 

As your back hit the mattress, he began to undress. You took off your ruined underwear before you reached for your dress, to slip it off, but he called out to stop you. 

“Hey, leave it on. It looks so fucking sexy.” He growled, unbuckling his belt to let his trousers fall to the ground. 

He kneeled on the bed and shuffled his way between your legs, holding them open for him as he leaned down to kiss you once again. 

“Jamie, please.” You whined, lifting your hips to try and get him to do something. 

“Fuck, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to hold back, darling. It’s been a while since I’ve…” He doesn’t finish his sentence as you reach your hand between your bodies, palming his hard cock through his boxers. 

He grabs your wrists, his fingers digging into the skin sure to leave bruises for you to look back on in the days to come. 

“I didn’t tell you that you could touch, now, did I?” His eyes had darkened with need and lust, and the way his face twisted into a devilish smile made a whimper slip from your lips. “So desperate for me, aren’t you baby. I knew all those years ago I had ruined you for any other man, this just proves it, hm?” 

With one hand pinning your arms above your head, the other one comes down to drag his thumb over your bottom lip, before you welcome him into your mouth, gently sucking on the tip of his thumb. 

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, “keep your hands here, okay? I know you will, you’re my good girl, right?” 

You nod your head and manage to say a muffled ‘yes’ as his thumb presses down on your tongue as he uses his now spare hand to push his boxers down, letting his cock free from its restraints. 

He wastes no time, swiping his fingers over your slick, spreading it over his dick before pumping himself a couple times. His breathing is heavy as he lines himself up with you, your hips squirming as you wait for him to finally push in, but he takes his time teasing you beforehand. When the tip finally slips into you, you both let out a moan and his head falls forwards, buried where your neck meets your shoulder. 

It’s clear that neither of you have had any action lately, as you both need to take a moment before Jamie begins to move. You dig your nails into the pillow as he begins to slowly move his hips. 

His hand that was once over your mouth trails down and rests on your neck, applying a little pressure as your eyes fall shut. You feel how his cock slides into you, nudging spots inside you that made you shiver. He would pull back out until only the tip was left inside, before fucking back into you, getting progressively rougher. 

“You look so pretty like this, baby.” He said before leaning down to capture your lips with his. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping your hands planted above your head as you melted into the kiss. You took advantage of the use of your legs, if you couldn’t touch him with your hands. 

One of Jamie’s hands slid between your bodies to find your clit again, using his thumb to try and bring you the edge, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. In the past, you and Jamie went maybe 2 or 3 rounds sometimes in one night. However, it was different tonight. You hadn't seen each other in a long time, let alone had sex. 

His pace began to quicken, his thrusts getting rougher and rougher. He buried his face in your neck once more and you couldn’t help but tangle your fingers into his hair, gently tugging on the blonde locks. 

“Shit,” he gasped, masked by a dark chuckle as he kissed your neck. 

“J-Jamie…” Your mind was too clouded by everything to even think about forming a proper sentence, but Jamie knew you and your body better than you knew yourself, and vice versa. 

You knew he was getting close by the way his cock twitched inside you. Your grasp on his hair tightened as you felt your high getting closer and closer. 

“Inside.” Was the final word you managed to mutter into his ear before you came undone, your legs locking around him, making sure he wouldn’t pull out before you came down from your high. 

As you were beginning to catch your breath, your muscles relaxing as you lay there blissed out, felt him twitch in you once more, cumming inside you with a moan, followed by your name. You rocked your hips as he stilled inside of you, milking his cock of every last drop. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, follow by a chuckle as he smiled lazily down at you, “you don’t understand how much I’ve missed you.”

[faegoddessog]

27: Ghosts of times past

Ok loves, I've decided to try something to stretch myself creatively with this challenge. I'm gonna dribble my drabble and see if I can tie each theme into an actual story that I'll write day by day! We'll see how it goes! Wish me luck!

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Check out the fun challenge here by @slowsweetlove . Feel free to jump in too!

Warnings: banter about Callum's cock.

“Fuck, you guys, seriously there are no spicy scenes between you?” You shake your head with just how much these two have chemistry. 

“He kept grabbing my face,” says Austin, “now that I think of it, I wonder if you weren’t just planning on kissing me the whole time.” 

Callum reaches up and good naturedly grabs Austin’s chin, “What this face? this kissable face?” 

Austin bats his hand away, suddenly shy at the attention.

A moment passes between them, triggered somehow by the playful touch.  The ghost of times past floats in their eyes.  Not just their own experience filming the brutal intimacy of war, but the haunting memories of those actual men and what they lived through and died for.  Those brave men that had inhabited them and soaked quietly into their very being. It’s something they’d never really talked about, but each of them knew without words. 

Callum inhales deep, blowing out the breath before shaking his head slightly in an effort to tuck the feelings back into his mental pocket. 

Austin, ever willing to stare the uneasy head on, presses his lips together but softens his eyes. The teeniest of smiles twitches his lips as Cal looks away. 

Gratitude washes over him, for Cal and for getting to do what he does for a living. Grateful for you, quietly holding space for the two of them.  He glances at you and his smile widens. 

“We did spend a day rolling around in the mud and punching each other,” Austin offers.

"Ahh, men," you mock.

“Oh yeah, how could I forget!” says Callum, grateful in his own stead, to be moving on.

“I can’t forget, that rib still twinges now and then,” chides Austin stretching his torso to one side.

“I’m sorry doll, but for what it’s worth that got me a little chub, grabbing your leg and scissoring you like that, all day” says Callum with a wink and a casual hand on his dick.

“Impossible,” Austin says with decisiveness.

“Baby Boy,” you say, using two fingers to pull his chin towards you, “you are fucking gorgeous and an amazing human, it'd happen to anyone.” 

Austin’s high cheekbones rouge as he puffs air out his nose and stops just short of rolling his eyes. 

“No, no I meant for that,” he nods at Callum’s crotch, “to be little.” 

You three burst out laughing.

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[riewritten]

listen rie, the problem with me is that, in fact i cannot narrate stories lol, i just come up and pitch ideas, thats only what my brain does. i wish i can publish a fully detaieled fanfic for erwin, my i feel like i will not do him any justice with my midiocre writing. BUT i have accepted my position in this, and i made my peace with it lol.

now don't mention my side blog for writing lol, those that i published, is the help with my my GOOD friend, we help each other thats how we do it.

but im in no way or form asking you to write this, i'm just sharing the idea with you, because you're the one of like 3 people that i like who write erwin in such a way that i made me just keep loving him.

in any way, i'm gonna leave the continuation now:

one early morning, erwin would go on a jog with his security on tow. and he passes by a secluded garden he always used to visit when he was young, he notices someone he thought he might recognize. and it was indeed someone he recognized as she stood up from her seat waving at a middle schooler. it was her. now its been YEARS since he saw her, and with his age, he never thought he'd see her again, and if he did he wouldn't recognize her... but he does.

she was as beatiful as he remembered her to be, but something was different about her. before he knew it, she was leaving, with someone who seems to be her little brother (he remembers the day she gave the news of her younger brother's birth to her).

so as soon as erwin reaches home he tells his mother about the girl. Her. whatever he said, his mother would act uninterested or she would grimace unintentionally. so he asks her about the atitude she was giving him. when he didn't stop pestering her about the matter, his mother tells him everything, how her family lost the the nobitly name when her father made some bad business decisions, and lost all the money. and thats why they had to move away to the country side to live in the only house that was left for them by her grandparents... his heart broke when he learned the truth. and he wished he could've helped her. he asks his mother why would she hide this, she says its to make him focus on his military training and his duty to become the next king.

harsh but it was the best decision was made for him at the time, he knew that. yet still, deep down, he couldn't help but get angry... at what? he didn't know.

he decides to seek her. he has someone he trust to find her whereabouts, her residence, what she does for living, and if she's in the capital. and find he he did.

one day he decides to take a stroll through the capital city with his security detail, no cars, nothing fancy, just old school walking through the city. giving the excuse of getting to know his people better. his people are shocked when they see their king just walking around, in casual clothing, but they dont bother him, they're too scared of the "ruthless" king they were introduced to when he stepped up to be the king. but i digress. erwin walks by a book shop, conveniently, and he sees her in her employee attire. his heart breaks again for her, for the third time.

erwin enters the shop to "take a gander on books" as his father would say, and "accidentally" introduces himself to her. and of course she recognizes him... but she has nothing but about this "meeting" for some reason...

now this is where i stopped thinking because honestly? i didn't think this idea would go anywhere lol, but i hope you enjoyed it. :)

LETS FUCHJKING GOOOOOOOOOOOO

here's the part 1 for our royal au lovelies out there 🤭

and yes my dearest jay i enjoyed it sm!!!! when u said u cannot narrate stories but outrightly throw such a beautifully crafted drabble like this help⁉️⁉️⁉️ you are talented my dear (and pls what is ur writing blog im so interested to follow ur writing journey :'))

i am so curious with reader's feelings on all of this, too! is it a one sided love? did erwin's mother pull her strings to ensure reader would never give back the interest erwin tries to give? 🤔 either way, i hope hope hope hopeee one day you'd get to publish this. i just know people would like it as much as i did!!

[lavenoon]

1st of all, need to say, adored Dove on the Roof and I'm sending you the longest review once I can after work, this is a threat 🔪 2nd of all–if you've thought of it and you wanna share the tidbit–I loved how after sharing Horizons name and Y/N admitted they only used his gadgets, Moon said he was gonna tell Eclipse abt it, Re:

“I’m going to tell him you said that. It’ll be terrible, because he’ll get even smugger, but it’s too good not to.”

and like. Luce. If you wanna share. I'd love to know how Eclipse reacted to that. Bc yes he'll be so smug abt it i just know it, but i also think he'd be really touched that like, his brothers' partner feels that strongly abt the stuff he makes? Struggling to stay coherent bc English is not my first language, but I just gosh. i loved it. going bonkers. hitting u w that long review later. get ready. -Soldrope ☀️💧

New morning new braincells, let's go!

I have devoured your comment(s) and I have been so so normal about the amount of thought and analysis and how many things you've caught that I tried to write in! I'm so so happy that it all came across and I literally cried reading your comments already gfdhjs now I only hope I soon get the spoons to go through my ao3 inbox and reply to the comments I've amassed

As for Moon telling Eclipse? It didn't happen in that window between Moon date fade-out and Sun date, because Moon was too busy cuddling and being a lovebird (he finally gets to be a bird too! <3), though it'll happen after the Foxy conversation after Sun's date.

That conversation will be addressed in a proper drabble/ chapter (they've been getting longer, so by now drabble feels no longer appropriate gfhdjs), so since I haven't written that yet this might not quite fit with how things turn out, but it'll be a fun thought until then!

Because after all that, and not charging the night before due to cuddle priorities (and they haven't quite yet reached the stage of a permanently installed charging cable at Y/N's side of the duplex) (it's definitely a thought though, because lugging around their cable for sleepovers has a bit of a hassle), Moon will excuse himself for a quick charge before work, and handle a little special phone call <3

(Eclipse will be smug enough. Moon doesn't need to make the gloating even easier by providing something to screenshot)

Eclipse, on the other hand, is positively surprised and doing his best not to be weirded out by a spontaneous phone call from his brother. That just didn't happen before! He's still getting used to the closer contact, too, and his first thought won't be a good one. Maybe another emergency? At least this time he'll hear about it sooner?

Well, only for Moon to pull the rug from under him completely.

"What do you mean, you haven't talked about me before?"

"I mean, we were trying to flirt, which already kept misfiring. Adding complicated family history that paints a rather ugly picture of us when they never asked wasn't really... Something that came up."

A sigh, and Eclipse does his best to cover up the lingering hurt. He knows their relationship was rocky at best, and he wasn't exactly eager to talk about them to other people either.

(It helps a little, knowing that part of it was guilt - he wasn't forgotten, instead his brothers felt too bad to casually bring him up. But he also doesn't like being a guilty secret either. In the end, he pushes it away to unpack later, and focus on the conversation at hand)

"How did it 'come up' then?"

Silence from the other end, as Moon quickly decides that no, he's not going to explain that he made his own first date emotionally charged in the heavy way to finally talk about his brother, much less the exact conversation that sparked it.

Eclipse never asked for their favorite colors, either.

"No, no, look, that's not the important bit. They went off on me for not telling them."

"Makes sense."

"Because they're a fan of your work."

"Makes s- huh?"

"They like your designs. They exclusively buy their own gadgets, except for when one of yours gets distributed. They said, and I quote, 'That Horizon?'"

Again, silence, as Eclipse processes that. That's so far from what he expected, or even figured would ever be in store for him. He knows his work is good, the agency doesn't really entertain slackers and subpar work, not for leading researchers - but that doesn't mean he feels appreciated. The people he works with are more neutral to annoyed by his antics, and the actual results he produces seemingly fade into the background.

So hearing there's someone out there who, dare he say it, is a fan?

He already thought Y/N/ Robin is nice enough from just the stories Sun and Moon shared before, but this? Now, within seconds, he's decided he has to meet them and become friends.

Hopefully they'll still like him once they've met him.

By now, he's been silent for a while.

"... Eclipse?"

The anxiety gets pushed away yet again, and instead Eclipse starts laughing. Softly, first, but then it turns into a full blown cackle.

Moon just sighs.

"Here we go."

"Since when? How long have they liked my stuff?"

"I didn't ask, that wasn't exactly the focus of the conversation."

"You can ask right now though! Ask them!"

"They're at work!"

"Send them a text then! You'll say you forgot if you don't do it now!"

"I wouldn't forget!"

"Yeah, but you'd say that!"

They squabble a bit, and it feels nice - just your normal, comfortable sibling banter, something they didn't get to share for the longest time. Both draw it out, just a bit, to enjoy it more.

Moon does send the text, but only after making a production out of "not wanting to". Eclipse laughs some more, that smug snicker of a younger sibling winning out over the older one.

And then he thinks of something else, too.

"Oh, oh, have you told them about that drone I've been trying to get approved?"

"No, I haven't, tell them yourself. Did that still not go through? You mentioned that weeks ago, they're really dragging their feet."

"They say it's a fire hazard, and I keep trying to explain that that's the reason why I need them to approve the more expensive fireproof material. Somehow they don't seem to understand that."

The conversation drifts towards other topics, then, but Eclipse is very much soaring from the start of it. That little "tell them yourself" is enough to reassure him on so many levels - this isn't an exception, this is going to be normal, his brothers want him to meet their partner, want to introduce them and give him a chance to talk to them himself.

The anxiety is still there, and a bit of it we see in Duck Duck Goose - he needs them to like him, needs things to go well, and to leave a good impression. He's more than just his work, and unfortunately he's afraid that they won't like the person behind the codename, and that confidence boost of them liking his work doesn't quite shine through.

They'll get there! It'll just take a bit of work, and time, but they're all very willing to put that effort in <3

[intolerable-sushi]

Hi hi, I'm the anon who wrote about the idea of F!Beta x M!Alpha, where the F!Beta's best friend is her childhood bestie M!Omega and the latter's husband NB!Alpha who sees her as a little sister he never have.

First of all, I'm so thankful that you loves the idea! I really like the dynamics that an Alpha can show with a Beta. But it's hard to find it, so I often have to brainstorm some scenario myself to pleasure with the currents. And... Unfortunately, I can't write, because when I write, I tend to be ooc and the latter will get really, really worse to whoever read before. I know this all too well, and I'm more content with short drabbles then entire whole thing.

Here's one btw:

Nox was still on phone call when you arrived at his office. He casually pulls you to his side as to hug you, then pulls away with a protein bar he sneaked out from your pocket. Dawn snickers as he sits along with you.

"How's your head?" He tiles your head a little to cbeck if the bruise from last week's gangs accident still there. You can feel the scent of right mocha and heavenly too sweet vanilla, a bit too heavy. "Still stings sometimes." He quickly inject reliever before you could stop him.

"Dawn, you don't have to do that."

"I know. But better than never. And if doing so can lessen your discomfort, I would still do it."

You direct a smile and he returns the same. Dawn adores you, a lot. Nox told him before you're too much a sweetheart and that he'd be a fool if the latter do not love their bestie. Which ironically, not a lie when you first met him. Dawn admitted to you shortly after you both hangout, that he sees you like a sister you'd never have, which you replied as well he's more a brother than your actual own. A smile comes up as you guys met eyes again.

Until Nox came in head between you both, it is scary, to know that the head isn't cut from the body yet only the head is seen first. And worse? Nox's exhausted, hyper-fidgeting.

"I gonna take off three hours. You guys head out without me, and please make sure bring mama home the pepperonis. Extra spicy."

He mumbles into the cushion, your rubs the sour muscle through their hair, and chuckle while Dawn smirks as Nox pulls both of you into his arms. Neither of you move away.

"You're okay?" your best friend immediately clings onto you as they let you pat the back of their head. Whimpering. "No! I'm not! I'm so tired and I really want pizza!" he looks up with baggy eyes. "TELL ME YOU'LL BRING 'EM FOR ME! THE PEPPERONIS WITH THE EXTRA HOT SAUCE JOPLINS HOMEMADE ONLY! AND WINGS! AND SMKOTHIE!"

Dawn pulls him off you and you can't help but laugh out loud as Nox watches you in watery eyes and you blows off a kiss to him.

After making sure the adultbaby in house is asleep, Dawn locks the door swiftly and you two head out to Joplins. You together share a song as plugged in the headphones. Nox's gotten a premium Clouds that allows one to share items with more than two users, and it didn't require to have any special budgets. A name and account is enough.

Dawn taps your headphone to wake you up, pointing towards the soft lighting of Joplins.

You both eats off your own respective pizzas in silence. Too delicious to talk.

And that's when you notice him passing by.

You watch a group of people surround him. There he is, standing in the middle, with old brand cigarette in his hand. And the coolest thing is, they're so pretty and breathtaking.

Dawn notices your glance and he follows. It amuses him, when he can read your mind. "Nox's gonna be jealous knowing he's not on your first top 10 now."

"He won't if you never ever tell him." You like pretty things, and what's more better than in admiring a bunch of pretty gals and guys? In any sense, better to take your chance.

You didn't mind Dawn's fingertips touch you when he uses the fold napkin to wipe off the tomato sauce on your cheeks.

Until you meet his eyes.

You feel shivering upon your dry throat as he looks at you. You're sure, that he's holding at your gaze and you can't turn away.

No. No one. No one can't turn ever away him once they have a look upon him.

At first glance, he appears significantly taller and slender, but a closer look reveals that his broad shoulders and well-defined physique are far from just for show. They’re the marks of a true warrior, and it’s obvious. You’ve seen your share of fighters because of Nox, who has been on a martial path since he was young. Back when you were his fiancée, you always showed up to cheer him on, and you still do. After each round, Nox would take care of updating your information while Dawn checked his bruises and scars.

Your gaze moved from the white shirt tucked into his waist, across his firm chest, and broad shoulders. It reminded you never to underestimate what’s hidden beneath the surface. There's his strong jaw and the lips pressed tightly together, before finally his deep, dark eyes, which were assessing and cold.

A headache begins to creep in as the scent of cinnamon spice and orange marmalade wafts through your senses. It stings at your abdomen, and you feel a sharp, sudden pain. You brace your forehead with your hand, your elbow pressing against the table, as you scrunch your face in discomfort, as though something is pressing painfully inside you.

"Y/N? Are you alright!?" Dawn hushes over, taking out one of the inhaler as he gives it to you, you quickly breathe through it. You only starting to feel better, and you feel worse for everyone in the restaurant as Joplin yells his kids to hand off the reliever to all Alphas and Omegas in sight. His daughter Louise, even drags Dawn away from you while their twin sister Anna presses the cold tower on your forehead. They know the symptoms, being Betas themselves. When the scent is too...

They takes you outside for fresh air. Which only worsen considering that you knows he is still outside.

"Is everything okay?" One of the managers of the shooting scene comes up.

"A beta is suffering from scents and you ask me if everything's okay? Fuck off it's not fine at all, and if you're not so brainless, get your troupe to hell off and take the reliever!"

The manager quickly realizes what's off and yells off the team to get on the reliever.

After a while, you sense returns. It's not too suffocating anymore, you rests onto a chair while Dawn leaves to take in Nox who's now hurriedly on his way. You apologize to Joplin and everyone's in the restaurant, only for his daughters to pinch your side and declare no more pizzas if you keep on apologizing.

You presses the cold drink on your forehead to relieve the heat. Washing off exhaustion.

A pair of leather shoes draws in your world.

He lowers his body as he kneels in front of you, and you're once again brought back to the day of accident. You're in his arms, and unconscious, but safe. Back then.

Now, he'd only cause you discomfort.

"Sorry," he apologized before you could even question him. "I shouldn’t have released my pheromones in a public setting, especially with the uncertainty of the susceptibility period. Even if the only presented are majority Alphas & Omegas." he furrows his eyebrows. Seemingly uncomfortable of his own words. "I'm sorry for all of this. I'd make you uncomfortable."

"Why did you do that?"

You don't know him. But you know him as his face were all across the billboards. You don't know he's part of the force. And even if you don't, the latter identity is more enough for him to understand he must have better controls than anyone else.

You watch as his eyes wide, before it fades into something in between... Conflict? Shy? You wouldn't think the latter if you hadn't notice his ears redden.

And his next words are mortifying. To you.

"I... I don't like the way he is closed to you." He's implying Dawn and you know that, but what does that concern him? "I..."

"Just tell me what is it."

He doesn't say anything, instead, he set his eyes onto your hands. Gripping in the bottle. He slowly removes them, and you let him do so as he tears them apart.

He hands are undeniably larger than yours.

And he presses his lips onto your fingers.

You feels yourself trembling as you process his words.

"l adore you. And I'm jealous of anyone that nears you. Even if they're not with you."

"And it's extremely childish. I'm so sorry."

"But I can't control myself. I... I like you."

You aren't exactly sure what to say at all.

It's good to hear from you again anon!! As for your writing, I think you're doing a good job! Your characters are really interesting and I think starting with your own story is good practice. But, if you are only comfortable doing short drabbles, please continue them!

[mediocre-daydreams]

I SAW UR MARVEL X FAMOUS READER THING and can i please req for a bucky x singer!reader or peter parker x singer!reader and the secret relationship trope where the avengers catch peter/bucky in a phone call and catching them acting all pouty and whiney and all cute and twirling their hair while giggling like school girls and the avengers being all shocked but not knowing who he was talking to + little scenes or bucky/peter smirking or looking proud whenever r is on tv + and the all the avengers going to some sort of concert or event where r is performing and r literally going down to the audience while performing to kiss bucky/peter and just social media freaking out !!

I LOVED WRITING THIS!! sorry it took so long to finish; i wanted it to be perfect for my tubmblr spouse ksjdfhd. anyways this was so so cute and i'm gonna do some extra drabbles + smau bonus posts because wow i loved this concept

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧

peter parker x singer! reader

notes: swearing, mentions of the birds and bees in a non-sexual way, so much fluff bro, the tiniest smidge of angst it's like a sprinkle of salt, a bit of insecure peter feeling like he's not enough, vague description of canon-level violence, lowkey breaking the fourth wall, the avengers are nosy as fuck and definition crack, clint is in his red (taylor's version) era

w/c: 5.2k

the songs used in the fic are by taylor swift + linked at the bottom of the post <3 (but also taylor canonically exists in this universe so she still has her music peter's a swiftie just go with it pls)

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peter parker never failed to confound; and no, it wasn’t just the avengers that were confused by his… antics. may, mj, and ned were equally as surprised when they caught peter parker, their [overly] enthusiastic, nervous, forever-in-motion peter parker, casually laying in bed, propped against a pillow with one arm behind his head that made him look like some cookie-cutter male love interest in a cheesy romcom, nonchalantly talking to a female voice from his phone.

mj and ned were no idiots—they’d been the first to discover his spiderman identity so scoping out the identity of peter’s secret female friend was almost as easy as getting flash to talk about sports cars. peter eventually had to spill the beans to may after she confronted him about his ridiculously high monthly phone bill.

but the team of the world’s best spies, geniuses with multiple PhDs, highly trained super soldier assassins, and the man who singlehandedly made the “birds aren’t real, they’re government spies” conspiracy come true, still hadn’t managed to find the tea they so desperately wanted peter to spill. they were too prideful to ask peter to his face and admit defeat, so for weeks, they’d pulled out all their tricks only to fail miserably.

sam tried having redwing perch outside peter’s window to catch footage of any new visitors; there were none. clint, who’d snuck into the vents, and bucky, utilizing his super soldier hearing, had tried eavsdropping on one of his calls. all they heard was peter singing off key and then a yelp as he snapped one of his guitar strings. steve and bruce had tried to casually sit peter down and talk to him about the birds and the bees, hoping that peter would let something slip about any of his romantic or sexual relationships, but peter just groaned and said may had already told him this. natasha even tried hacking into peter’s internet and phone history, but once she found the spiderman tiktok edits and an obscene number of shirtless pictures, she had to stop. 

after a lot of bribery and light extortion from tony (who was probably the most invested in revealing peter’s gal pal), wanda reluctantly tried to read peter’s mind, only to see flashes of who she presumed to be peter’s celebrity crush. the avengers had never pegged peter for a fanboy (actually, a good third of them thought he swung the other way and sam and bucky insisted he was on the path to incel-hood), but the fanatic squealing and giggling that emanated from peter’s room every night told a different story. it was clear: the boy had an unhealthy parasocial relationship with a girl who would never know of his existence.

“hey petey pie, d’you still have my artisanal hand lotion?” tony came up to peter as he tinkered with his web shooters.

“oh yeah, mr. stark! they’re in my room and on my desk. you can just go in, if you want.” peter had a spare room in the tower that he used after long missions or big lab projects; it was much more empty than his room at aunt may’s. as most teenagers did, peter considered his bedroom a personal, private sanctuary, but his tower room’s furnishings were pretty basic and he usually didn’t even bother to close the door.

peter’s desk was fairly empty sans tony’s lotion, but because of how barren it was, tony’s eye was automatically drawn to the papers at the corner of the table. no, not his illegible chemistry notes. there was a flyer advertising your upcoming tour dates and locations, and underneath it was an autographed vinyl of what tony assumed was one of your albums.

but tony was truly horrified when he found the bottle of half-used perfume from your brand sitting on peter’s nightstand, in front of a framed picture of him photoshopped next to you.

“peter, we need to have a chat.” tony gestured to the communal living room, where steve, bucky, sam, wanda, and natasha were sitting. steve was holding a sheet of printer paper that said “intervention.”

peter looked around the room, trying to figure out who the intervention was for. “you never call me peter,” he laughed nervously, “is something going on? are we throwing a surprise party?”

peter made the mistake of looking over at steve and he couldn’t help but cower under the nation’s most powerful I’m Not Mad, Just Disappointed Face™. 

“kid, why don’t you take a seat?” steve sighed like a Disapointed Father™.

peter sat as far away from the rest of the avengers as he could, wary of how they’d all been looking at him. that was his second mistake, because he ended up across from a team of master interrogators who were staring him down like he was their next victim (because he was). 

“we wanted to discuss- uh, the… internet with you,” bucky began.

“oh, mr. sergeant bucky sir, if you need help with the wifi router again, i can show you how to fix it yourself, it’s easy, ac-”

“no- no! that’s not… we’re not talking about that. so obviously your aunt may has already given you the se- safe reproductive activities talk, but we wanted you know, as tech experts-” bruce looked at tony and nat. “-to make sure you understood safe internect practices. safe and healthy internet practice.”

peter visibly relaxed. “oh, if that’s what you’re worried about, it’s all good! midtown has a mandatory seminar and i already know not to use omegle—i learned that the hard way, but i did learn; plus, i took a scratch lesson about html so i’m pretty like, tech proficient.”

“peter, have you ever heard of parasocial relationships?” the rest of the team shot wanda dirty looks at her slip up. they were supposed to ease into the whole thing so that peter didn’t get scared and run off.

“oh, like dating app parasites? yeah, ned was joking around on christian mingle and got this horrible-”

“let me put this into chronically online gen z words,” natasha grimaced. “do you know what the infinitive ‘to stan’ means?”

peter was puzzled. “oh yeah, of course! this guy flash from school has a huuuge obsession with sebastian stan; like, he stans sebastian stan. it’s kind of unhealthy. i’m pretty sure flash thinks he’s the y/n in a ‘my mom sold me to one direction for money’ ao3 fanfiction.”

“right…” sam’s face was all screwed up as he tried to steer the conversation away from 2000s boyband kidnapping aus. “and what about you, peter? do you stan anyone? any… attractive female celebrity who’s approximately your age?”

peter looked genuinely confused. “i mean, i’m a swiftie, if that counts. but not in an unhealthy way!” peter reassured. “i’m not one of those people who has a twitter account dedicated to analyzing the spray painted words on the wall she pisses on in the music video for the man to try and figure out the order of her next album releases, so don’t worry. i’m perfectly normal.” he laughed shrilly.

steve shuffled for something behind him. “i didn’t want to have to do this,” steve enunciated, holding up a picture of you. “we found your shrine and the pictures you’ve photoshopped yourself into and we know that you’ve deluded yourself into thinking that you have a relationship with her and we’re just worried, okay? look, i also enjoy her songs every once in a while, but this is too far. we can’t have an avenger with compromised judgement out on the field.”

peter’s mouth gaped and he stared at the picture steve had chosen, feeling himself blush. that was the picture you’d asked him for his opinion on it before posting it on instagram. and that was the night you’d sent him a voice memo of a song you’d written for him, in which you’d told him how you’d loved him for the first time.

“uh, come again?” peter’s voice turned up at the end in his confusion, but the other avengers took it as a sign that he was lying.

“okay, this is enough. we’re taking him to cho for an evaluation,” tony snapped, taking peter by the arm and dragging him down the hallway.

“hey- hey! wait! i’m not delusional, just let me-” peter scrambled for his phone, trying to pull out pictures of you and him together as proof, but he dropped it amidst the chaos of tony’s fussing and nat and bruce’s hushed whispering, and the exclamations of surprise in this unplanned step of the intervention.

peter watched as his phone clattered to the ground and he reached his free hand out for it cinematically, but it was to no avail. that stuff never worked in the movies either.

“jarvis!” peter yelled desperately.

“yes, young spiderling?” jarvis replied. tony must’ve reprogrammed eyerbody’s name in jarvis’ system.

“play voice memo! uh, the most recent one!”

“playing voice memo: this is peter with trial four- ahhhh! no, not that one!” crashing noises and a string of curses from a voice in the background that made steve flinch ensued. “oh my god, mr. stark’s going to kill me if he every finds out-”

“stop! no! jarvis, um, play the second most recent voice memo!”

peter looked at the ground to avoid tony’s withering glare. “we will be discussing this later,” tony warned.

“playing voice memo.” through tony’s newly installed surround sound speakers, your silvery voice reverberated around the high-ceilinged walls and silenced the other avengers’ jabbers.

“my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again, these are the words i held back as i was leaving too soon—i was enchanted to meet you.”

sam’s mouth dropped. “what the fuck? i didn’t peter say he learned to code on scratch? how did he work out this voice generator thing?”

bucky’s face contorted into the cute stupid expression he made every time he was confused. “relax, the kid probably recorded a live performance on the you-bee-too to feed into his whole hormonal teenage crisis fantasy.”

peter was outraged and opened his mouth to protest. steve cut him off. “kid, young people at your age will go through… ahem… changes. and perhaps that has manifested into a romantic yearning towards this lovely young woman, or uh,” steve blushed. “the desire to… fondue is very common as you develop into a man, and i myself-” steve choked and started coughing to avoid spilling any dangerous blackmail material. bucky patted his friend on the back knowingly.

“hey horndogs,” tony yelled from the front of the crowd, where he was still struggling to drag peter. “can someone turn off the damn music? i don’t want to know what the kid gets up to in his free time, like, at all. especially not in song form.”

“will you all stop calling me kid?” peter begged, finally freeing himself from tony’s *iron* hold. “look, that song’s unreleased, so i couldn’t have just recorded it off youtube. plus, tony already banned me from working with voice AIs after i accidentally broke karen and she wouldn’t stop screaming for like, six days straight.”

natasha raised her eyebrows, but nodded. “and we know the boy isn’t smart enough to come up with those lyrics on his own.”

“hey!” peter defended. “no, actually, yeah. you’re right.”

“what does this have to do with anything?” sam interrupted, throwing his hands in the air. “i personally find it creepier that he got access to the girl’s unreleased music. and don’t even get me started on the shrine-”

“she’s not some girl, she’s my girlfriend!” peter blurted.

steve scoffed. “sure she is. gorgeous, talented, multi-millionare singer-songwriter from brooklyn, mind you, is your girlfriend? what’s next, bucky and sam’s bickering is actually unresolved sexual tension?”

“yes?!” peter hissed incredulously. “you’re just jealous,” he huffed,” and don’t even lie, mr. captain rogers sir. i heard you crying to this is me trying last week. which, by the way, are you okay? anyways, yes, we’re dating. 

“i didn’t ‘photoshop’ the pictures, i- how would i even-? it’s not like there’s conveniently a picture of her in a photo booth holding up a green prop mustache that i can edit myself into. my ‘shrine?’ she sends me previews of her merch and stuff, i’m not gonna throw it out. it’s not like i’m collecting strands of her hair to replicate her dna. we literally just call each other,” peter huffed.

“we call each other, and- and she teaches me to play guitar… she writes songs for me… she has the sweetest cats… and she’s so beautiful and i can’t believe she’s mine…” peter rambled on with glazed eyes and a dopey smile on his face.

steve scowled. 

wanda sighed dreamily. “i can tell how much you like her… your thoughts are so bright every time you think about her…”

“excuse me?” peter raised his eyebrows defensively. “were you… reading my mind?”

“there are no secrets in this tower, underoo.” tony slung a heavy arm over peter. “what’s yours is ours.”

peter squinted. “i’m pretty sure that’s not how the saying- whatever.”

“secrets? please, we all remember when you tried to hide your baby photos. the vents were a stupid idea.” natasha snorted. “anyways, when do we get to meet her?”

“meet who?” peter lied innocently. if the avengers had been this zealous over a couple pictures of her, god knows what they’d do if they ever saw her in person? (and god knows what steve would do.)

“doesn’t matter. play dumb all you want kid, but we both know you’re smarter than that.” tony chattered absentmindedly, but peter went red at the casual compliment. “i saw the tour dates already; peter left ‘em in his room. second to last concert’s in new york, two weeks from now. i’ll pull a couple strings; easy.”

tony took off his yellow-tinted glasses and cleaned the lenses on his shirt. “right. jarvis, cancel all plans for the saturday two weeks from now. and reschedule that dry cleaners appointment to… uh, tuesday. gotta wash the merch before wearing it. oh yeah, and set a reminder for… tonight at 9, to shop for merch.”

tony looked smugly down at peter, who blinked a few times, dazed. “uh, thank you, i guess? thank you, mr. stark.”

in the two weeks leading up to the concert, peter was hearing your voice all over the compound. steve had officially indoctrinated bucky and sam into fans after he’d showed them his favorite album, and now the three of them would frequently squabble over which songs were the best lyrically, melodically, and emotionally. 

peter had seen wanda comforting a crying clint, who’d been listening to all too well on repeat for three days straight. (peter wasn’t sure why. clint was happily married.)

he nearly had a heart attack when natasha cornered him murderously with a perfectly manicured finger pointed threateningly at his chest. (right then, peter tried to come to terms with the fact that in his eulogy, they would reveal that he had died from a fingernail impaling.) it turned out that natasha had come to interrogate peter on how he’d met you, confessing that she wanted girl tips. natasha had also sworn to make his death long and painful if he ever told anybody about it.

what delighted peter the most is when he’d heard tony listening to one of your songs in lieu of his hard metal while working in his lab. and he swore he’d tony humming one of your songs while making breakfast a few days before the concert.

peter didn’t think it was possible, but his high was only multiplied once your merch arrived. it was like a second civil war had broken out. tony had made sure to order multiple of each item, but overlooked the fact that all the avengers wanted the limited edition concert tour t-shirt and an autographed copy of your newest album. he watched from the sidelines as grown adults threw hissy fits over themed notebooks and guitar picks (even though none of them played guitar), knowing he was already supplied thanks to your gifts.

even may, mj, and ned had gotten into the spirit. they’d surprised him one evening, after a tiring mission, by showing him the short video you’d sent them along with 3 vip tickets.

“hi aunt may,” you smiled lovingly at the camera. “thank you so much for… everything, i guess. for raising peter. and letting him see me; i know that it’s not easy or typical, but peter’s job isn’t easy or typical either. i love your son so, so dearly, and i just wanted to let you know that i’d do almost anything for him—whatever his job entails and whatnot. i’ve been on tour, so haven’t seen peter in a while, but i would love to see him again and maybe meet you and peter’s friends as well, which is why i’ve sent you three tickets.”

may cooed and told peter what an angel you were, and ned and mj teased him relentlessly for how stupidly in love he looked when he saw your face in the video.

“you’re down bad, man,” ned laughed, pushing peter’s chest. mj punched peter’s arm, telling him he was “one lucky bastard,” and peter’s only reaction was to whine about how they were manhandling him.

the night before the concert, peter was panicking about what to wear. though tony had been the most annoying about peter’s relationship, he’d come to check on his mentee and tony’s heart panged as he saw the anxiety radiating off of peter.

“what’s wrong, spiderboy?” tony sat on the edge of peter’s bed as the boy examined himself in the mirror. tony patted the space beside him.

“n-nothing, mr. stark.”

tony looked at peter disbelievingly.

peter sighed. “i’m just- she’s a superstar, like, she’s got fans and front-page modeling contracts and everyone loves her. sometimes i just don’t believe that she’d actually love me, y’know? ‘cause she’s her, and i’m just peter. some kid from queens who got bitten by a spider.” peter looked at his feet, eyes burning. “i’m not rich, or famous, or popular—i still get picked on by flash!” 

peter looked up at tony with red-rimmed eyes. “and i’m not like all the fancy celebrities that she’s around—she could have anyone. anyone. i’m pretty sure janelle monáe talked about her in an interview once. janelle. monáe. a-and jojo siwa danced to her music in a tiktok. and i can’t even tell you how many men say they have crushes on her in interviews and stuff… it’s like, i’m never there. we’re both busy, and she’s surrounded by people who are way cooler and smarter and famous-er than me, and it freaks me out, mr. stark.”

tony’s cool demeanor broke upon seeing how genuinely devastated peter was. “underoo, this girl wrote a song for you. hell, i think the most romantic thing i’ve done for pepper recently was eating lunch with her. jarvis? remind me to do something romantic for pepper. she talks to you almost every day, and trust me, i know, because we can hear you jabbering from the common room.

“kid, you work for me. that makes you pretty damn cool. you went to space—even though i said not to, but whatever—and you’re spiderboy. i passed by a street vendor selling knockoff spiderman masks the other day. people love you too. the team loves you. and i guess i think you’re pretty okay too. the girl loves you, spidey. jojo siwa has nothin’ on you.”

peter sniffed. “you really think so?”

“yeah, yeah. don’t push it.” tony went to leave peter’s room, but not before pointing to peter’s closet and winking. “it’s a secret.”

he opened the closet doors, shuffling through a couple of shirts you'd left behind and one of your cardigans. it was the same as always. but in his peripherally, peter caught sight of one of tony’s $200 smarthangers beholding the last limited edition tour shirt that had “mysteriously” gone missing. (bucky and sam were accusing each other for days.) he ran his hands over the cotton fabric, which was softer than he’d expected. tony must’ve dry-cleaned it for him beforehand. peter smiled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

peter fiddled with the hem of his shirt the entire ride to the venue. happy picked him, may, ned, and mj up in the limo a bit earlier than the rest of the team was planning on leaving so they could get settled into their vip seats.

the venue was smaller than he’d expected. you’d played in much larger spaces before, with huge audiences and grand stages with special effects, but tonight was almost intimate. peter’s heart was beating until he felt it in his throat and may squeezed his hand reassuringly. he’d heard you sing on facetime, or in the videos you’d sent to him, but never live. he thought he might’ve been more scared than you were.

as the venue filled, peter’s anxiety only increased. mj and ned were bubbling happily, and peter caught the avengers waving to him from a section just a bit further from the stage. he was secretly grateful that they weren’t up front with him. maybe it was selfish, but he wanted you to himself tonight.

when the lights dimmed and ambient music begin filling the air, peter watched as you slowly rose from a platform under the stage until you were fully revealed, holding a sleek black guitar, beaming so brightly that peter was pretty sure you wouldn’t need the stage lights.

the cheering of the crowd was dull in his ears. he was mesmerized by the way you moved, adjusting the vintage microphone in front of you. it was only you on stage, illuminated by a spotlight, standing in front of your microphone like you were at home on a stage in front of hundreds of people.

you needed no introduction before you began singing a song that peter hadn’t heard before. 

vintage tee, brand new phone. high heels on cobblestones. when you are young they assume you know nothing…

it was your first date. peter had exchanged his science pun shirts for an old band tee, and you’d complimented him immediately, revealing that you were also a fan. you’d dropped and cracked your phone on the sidewalk that night, stumbling over a bump in the concrete and falling into peter. you’d made a stupid joke, “it looks like i’ve fallen for you,” and peter had laughed like you were the funniest person in the world.

but i knew you, dancing in your levi’s, drunk under a streetlight, i… i knew you, hand under my sweatshirt, baby kiss it better, i… and when i felt like i was an old cardigan under someone’s bed, you put me on and said i was your favorite.

it was the night you’d first kissed. it had started raining, both of your socks were all wet, and the sweatshirt peter had given you to wear after you’d gotten cold was soaked through. you’d pasted your hands under his shirt onto his chest, claiming you needed warmth. he did the same. 

to kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed… you drew stars around my scars but now i’m bleedin’... 

it was you and him, trying not to be seen. you and him, avoiding cameras and crowds—hiding behind tinted car windows and hole-in-the-wall restaurants. it was you and him: when he took you swinging right before you left to tour and you scraped your knees from the rough landing. you and him: peter kissing your cuts and apologizing profusely about giving you scars right before your concert. you and him, when you’d pulled him into your chest and told him you’d sacrifice anything to be under the stars with him.

‘cause i knew you, steppin’ on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain, i… i knew you, tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy, i… 

you and him: when he’d hugged you goodbye in a quiet corner at the train station and wiped away your tears from under your sunglasses. you and him: when peter watched as the spiderman bandaids on your knees that he’d given you last night as you bled walked further and further away. you and him: when he’d called you and cried after a difficult mission, telling you how he thought he might have not made it and how the thought of losing you—his darling—was what kept him going. you and him: how you’d wanted to cancel your tour and see him again, but how he insisted that you keep going, that the both of you kept going.

i knew i’d curse you for the longest time, chasin’ shadows in the grocery line;  i knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired, and you’d be standin’ in my front porch light… 

you and him: how you’d fought halfway through your tour, when he didn’t understand why you didn’t want to go public with your relationship. you and him: how you’d gone grocery shopping with him but dropped his hand and left as soon as cameras appeared. you and him: how he’d told you that the secrecy of the relationship might be thrilling for you, but was hurting him. you and him: how he’d promised that no matter how difficult your relationship got, you’d always have a home at his and may’s apartment.

and i knew you’d come back to me, and you’d come back to me… and you’d come back… 

next to peter, ned and mj hollered excitedly and jumped up and down; may screamed and clapped. peter hadn’t budged, staring up at you with awe and pride as your strumming faded out. he would’ve been content staring at you, glowing as you immersed in your element, until ned elbowed him.

you tapped the microphone a couple of times and the stage lights began to reveal the landscape behind you; a small band, a few background singers, and a simple, natural scene.

you cleared your throat. “thank you, new york!”

peter had never heard a sound sweeter than your giggle as you watched the audience cheer and wave their glowsticks.

“thank you! this is the second to last concert of my tour, and it’s been such a privilege to play for you. you guys are the first to hear my new single, cardigan, that i wrote while on tour.”

there was more screaming and your eyes scanned the audience for something that you evidently hadn’t found, given the nearly imperceptible frown on your face.

“uh, this song is really important to me, ‘cause it’s about someone i really love. i haven’t seen him in a while, and god, i miss him, and i hope he knows that i’d always come back to him…” you sniffled, and the audience cooed.

 “y’know, sometimes you have those moments when you’re paralyzed or when you’re scared, so you keep trying to live in the past, where things are easy and you already know how everything ends. but if you take the easy route, trying to protect yourself from the unknown, you end up losing what could’ve been. all the new moments that you’ll never get to have because you’re too busy living in old memories. ‘cause when you stay behin, the people you love might want to move forward, take risks, and explore even better things. so you might lose them.”

your eyes searched the audience once more. “and i’ve learned so much from being on tour with you all. it’s very- if you don’t know, everything that goes on behind the scenes in the music industry is very… intentional. every word, action, public appearence—it’s all planned. but i met this boy; or rather, i fell in love with this boy, and he makes me want to say, ‘fuck the plans.’” the audience roared and you laughed jubiantly alongside them. 

“i don’t know if i’m allowed to swear, actually. it’s fine,” you admitted. “anyways, he makes me want to take chances, even if that terrifies me. ‘cause honestly, it did; still does. i hope he’s here today. i can’t see him from here, but his name is peter. peter parker.”

there were cheers and murmurs, and peter heard heard thor somewhere in the back roar, “the spi- the small man is here!” thor pointed vigorously to the front, where peter was standing and blushing profusely. there was a bit of sweat beading on his forehead, and sure, the body heat from the crowd was pretty hot, but the fire in his cheeks had nothing to do with that.

peter watched as you walked towards the edge of the stage to where thor was pointing, shouting back at him with a quick banter that the audience seemed to love. peter cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, praying you could hear it from amidst the crowd, because he couldn’t even hear himself.

your eyes widened and you burst into a grin as you locked eyes with peter. “oh my god, is it- peter?”

peter nodded, face contorting into surprise and then adoration and then determination as the both of you rushed forward to try and touch each other. you fell to your knees and reached your hand out to peter, and he took is tightly between both of his. you mouthed his name so that nobody but him could see it, and under the harsh stage lights, peter could clearly see the watery tears collecting at the corner of your eyes that you carefully dabbed away as to not smudge any of your makeup.

“peter—this is peter, my boyfriend!” you announced to the crowd, holding his hand up. “is there any way you can come up-” you looked around for stairs.

peter smirked, slinging himself onto the stage with ease. he’d scaled buildings before. this was no challenge, especially because he had an incentive to work towards.

“oh, you’re just climbing- that works too!” you offered him your hands to pull him to his feet and enveloped him into a hug. you’d left him a bottle of your perfume before you’d left, but nothing could compare to actually holding you in your arms. you smelled like sweat and hairspray, but he could still catch hints of your perfume and the shampoo you loved.

when you let go of him, still keeping one of your hands in his, peter snuck a glance at the audience. from the stage, the venue seemed twice as large. he could see may, mj, and ned waving and screaming at him, and a bit further back, he could see thor waving his hands maniacally and tony, who had somehow managed to clear out a spot, actually smiling.

“what am i supposed to do?” peter hissed to you, smiling awkwardly at the audience as his heart pounded. fighting robot-alien-ancient-powerful-gods was so much easier than this.

“kiss me?” you whispered, eyes glittering. peter didn’t need to be told twice.

“so i’m peter? and you’re wendy darling?”

“mhm,” you sighed, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

“i’ll never lose you, darling. i’ll always come back to you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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flash’s fanfiction

the midtown group chat reacts to your relationship

[ghoulciifer]

submission:

@msbyslut: “cloud here for a hq boy matchup! ☁️ i'm around 5'8, have dark hair and blue greenish eyes. my favorite color is pink! my aesthetic is anything soft and i love sanrio. 🥺 outside of writing as a hobby, i draw and paint! i also love traveling. i look for security but i get bored easily, so i tend to gravitate towards people who are passionate and a bit spontaneous. anyone who i can joke around with and keeps me laughing for hours. oh and happy 100 tum bby! you deserve it all. 💗”

notes: hi honeybun, thank you so much for your support ❥ i’m very grateful to have you and your wonderful brain as a mutual, you’re literally the sweetest person and you sound like an adorable little cinnamon roll. i hope you like your discount atsumu matchup! muah! ❥

why i matched you:

» okay, we all know terushima can come off as a bit of a fuckboy (*coughkiyokoscenecough*) BUT we did see how he acts on the court - this boy is just a big bundle of energy who wants to have fun! i firmly believe he uses that ‘ladies man’ act to hide just how much a dork he is. but, once he realizes you actually want to stick around, you’ll see firsthand just how much of a goofball he really is, and beneath that suave facade is a good guy who wants nothing more than to give his heart to someone who’ll take care of it. and that’s where you come in!

» terushima loves your creativity and how easy it is for you to express yourself through whatever art platform you use. he’ll beg you to let him read your writing, get a sneak peak at your latest sketch, ‘paint him like one of your french girls’, etc. he just wants to support you! he’s a firm believer in self expression and knows it’s a huge confidence booster when someone shows intrugue in whatever he’s doing, so he’s going to do whatever he can to make sure you know he’s genuinely interested in everything you do.

» baby, you’re almost too soft for this boy. he swears if you were any cuter you would be the death of him, but would he want to go any other way? absolutely not. he finds your love of all things pink and cutesy incredibly adorable. so much so that he can’t help but buy things that remind him of you when he comes across them, or even if you show the slightest bit of interest in them. that cute little gudetama pillow you saw online the other day? he’s got it ordered, it’ll be here friday. that set of kuromi and melody socks he saw in a store window at the mall? he swooped in and got ‘em for you. boy will spoil you to no end because he just wants to see your cute lil’ face light up when he gives you those gifts!

» teru is more than willing to drop everything and go anywhere you want, at any time at all. he also shares your wanderlust and eventually wants to see the world, whether it be watching the sun set over the glittering waters of italy’s canals or watching it rise above the mountains of peru, he’s gonna do whatever he can to make sure you’re by his side to share those experiences. because what better way to take in all the world has to offer than to do it with the one you love?

» like i said before, terushima often presents himself as a bit of a womanizer before pursuing any type of relationship, but once he finds someone he can actually see himself giving his time to? you’re stuck with him. boy will NOT leave your side unless you explicitly told him you never wanted to see him again. he’s going to be hesitant at first, but when he finally opens up, he truly bares his heart and gives you full consent to hold it within the palm of your hand. he’ll only get to that point when he knows without a shadow of a doubt he trusts you, and that you trust him. so as far as security goes? terushima’s got you covered.

» and again, teru’s a HUGE dork. like he almost rivals kuroo on this one because he craves entertainment 24/7, and never fails to make those around him giddy with laughter or anticipation of what’ll come out of his mouth next. he’s serious when he needs to be, but when it’s just the two of you alone, he’ll have you constantly gripping your sides in laughter, and you’re certain to get a good ab workout every time because he’s never not doing something that’ll make you giggle to the point of wheezing. sometimes he feels like he’s too much of a silly hooligan but you’re always the first to remind him that’s what you love about him the most. terushima is definitely one to keep you on your toes, so i hope you’re ready for that challenge!

drabble:

“Yuuji, what’s all this?” Your hand slides off the handle on your front door, eyes wide and skimming across your living room to take in the scene before you.

“Sh-Shit! Uh… Surprise?”

You were aware your boyfriend would be home before you, but what you didn’t expect was to walk into a cheesy, teenage romance movie.

Terushima was sheepishly rubbing the back of his head with a throw pillow in his other hand, casually tossing it onto the sofa already smothered in pillows and blankets that weren’t there before. The coffee table was piled high with an array of snacks ranging from your favorite baked goods to a partly opened box of pizza, and a tin bucket filled to the brim with ice and canned drinks sat flush against one of the table’s legs. The entire living area was bathed in a soft glow from fairy lights strung up haphazardly across the walls and the smell of strawberries and cream wafted in the air from the scented candles resting on the end tables beside the couch. It was all so much, and it made your heart melt just thinking about how much time and effort this must’ve taken your lover to set up.

“Baby, I-...” Your eyes finally return to Terushima’s nervous gaze and you instinctively bring a hand to cover your mouth, tears gathering below your lash line. The second he saw the familiar twitch of your furrowing brow he nearly leapt over the coffee table to reach you.

“Hey, heyheyhey, I can clean it all up, I promise I didn’t mean to make such a big mess. And I can take the lights down if you don’t like the-“ Teru panics when he catches your tears slipping down your cheeks, but you’re quick to cut him off with a quick, sweet kiss before he completely loses it. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your nose into the space below his jaw, while his hands find purchase against your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to fully indulge in the sudden affection.

“Yuuji, I love it… how did you-...?” You pull back after a moment, hands rising to his neck and thumbing the curve of his jawline. You lose the sentence halfway through, the surprise finally settling in leaving you at a loss for words.

Your boyfriend smiles, nuzzling your temple with the top of his nose in relief, “You told me earlier how bad work was stressing you out, so I took the rest of the day off and put together a little movie night for you. I wanted you to be able to relax when you got home.” His lips leave a chaste kiss to your cheekbone, “I, uh-... just wasn’t expecting you to get here so soon.”

You giggle at his remark - of course the one day you manage to leave early you walk in on his surprise. But as you take another long look at the dreamy layout around you, you couldn’t help but be glad you got here when you did. You didn’t realize you needed this until it was right here in front of you. Now all that was left was to enjoy it.

“Thank you… It’s perfect.”

Too engrossed in your gift, you don’t seem to catch the loving look Terushima was casting down at you, smile growing wider as his response leaves his lips.

“Yea… it really is.”

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@kandidandi kandooo🥺💗💕💓 I'm shaking you and your hand for all the tasty sweet angst, your au's make me go "crazy? I was crazy once-" you have such a big brain with how to make everything painful kfkajajdks your art style is so cute and colourful and looks like it would taste like actual candy. You're also so so fast and good with animations I'm!! Feral! I also can't get enough of your sense of humour and all the little scribbles you make<33 can't live without kandicore

@starsketchez sar ',:) I love love love brainroting with you you silly creature, you don't give yourself enough credit for how shaped your art style is. You drawing absolutely different creatures (dragons and DCA) in short period of time and not loosing memory how to draw any of them is such a godly thing to me, ridiculous. I'm patting your head gently. I don't think I know any other person who's that insane about bhtf as you are and I'm so very grateful for all the help and little doodles you make for them it makes me go 🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗 very happy to talk to you at any time (pls get yourself more sleep)

@just-a-drawing-bean beab<33 silly goofy and absolutely crazy about sj eclipse, I despise(/j) how you use your godly animating skills for evil but it also makes me laugh so hard every fucking time. Very fun to talk to, alas I can't hear your voice because of all the 39271794 different fart.sfx you have saved on your discord soundboard- but anyway I don't talk enough about how you make immaculate art and make it look effortless, skills showing grrrr never ever you drew a single picture that had not tasty colours. Devoured.

@ilsole Sunny<33 so very easy to talk to, I will never ever grasp how you can have such high skills and such shaped art style drawing this whole time in magma I'm killing you for that one!!! Absolutely love your heart wretching and soft and killing me writing, how you can destroy my feels in short drabbles is fucking me up :') <3 overall such a sweet person (with a dark side??? because how the hell you make such sweet angst huh?) Killing you and Myrtus

@silvermizuki SILLLV I'm gonna kill you I'm gonna kill you I'm gonna kill you(affectionate) crazy absolutely insane absolutely you have a big brain and I endlessly love your thoughts and ideas, and your crafting skills hello?????? Also I never can't understand how you do these cool colours everywhere I'm eating your designs for space au every day and night very tasty thank you I don't need to buy food anymore. I love your attention to details in everything that you do, even when it's brainroting dksjajah

@skizabaa Mwaa!! creature with a very silly vibe and godly art and designing skills, you take a simple character you make the character 9392772939x times cooler, every magma you just casually create a masterpiece and then move on to next magma?????? Hello???? The colours and shapes and different art styles. Super cool person I also love your random GIFs so much very unpredictable and silly do you core <333

@mocha-illustrates Mocha! your art is so SHAPED like shaped SHAPED fucking absorbs the way you draw hands and claws, the expressions and poses. Also fabric folds!!! Idk how to explain it but your art looks very stylised but 3d like I can almost feel the volume in my hands, very big inspo for how you work with characters' body language and forms<33 also thrax same braincell same braincell ',:)

@venomous-qwille Qwilleeeee just the master of masters for saturated and full of contrast art, have no idea how you do that but every piece you make looks polished no matter the type of the art(line art, gray-scale, flat colours) I love watching how you draw and be like "omg no way it can get better" and then it does😭😭/POS you're very big inspiration, the way you work with volume is immaculate

@garbagechocolate Choco!!! one of the fastest hands in the wild west/ref you draw and animate so much, when I watch your streams I automatically want to decrease the speed of the video because of how fast you work and how good it looks my brain doesn't have time to process it, you have so many thoughts and brainrots I don't even know how can you contain all of them at the same time, it's literally I find a new thing that I like and you already know everything about it like bro how. I want to examine your brain under a microscope and then store your thoughts and ideas in my closet, you're so cool..

@nebuladreamz Hi gamerrrr Nebula ' ,:) incredibly attentive to details in absolutely everything, I was listening to how you were watching dlc ruin trailer and my eyebrows went ⬆️⬆️ knows absolutely all fnaf lore and if it's not a life goal idk what is this. Absolutely insane with animations, comics and original characters, every character going ape shit is my favourite soup thank you so much for cooking, I love how insane you are about it

@amberluvsbugs AMBERRRR you're literally so cool whatever you do and RAAAAH GGGRRGR animation, comics and art skills just RRR the composition and poses and character designs, the way you're thinking through every detail of the designs and stories you make!! Amazing and tasty colours, your art tastes like candied flowers RRR/POS very sweet person very nice to talk to, absolutely insane in the best way possible

@betweenblackberrybranches you art is so so cozy and soft!! The amount of detail you put into every comic and art is insane, your au's are so interesting and unique, every time you come up with new concept for an au I get so excited!! The world building you do for each of them is so freaking cool! Very cute and pleasant to the eye art style I'm shaking you around for everything you create<33

@anriii I love love love how shaped and expressive your style is, the rendering on colored pieces is so soft and tasty RAAAH the colours are also just insanely freaking good GRBEAJVGRRR also just adore your sense of humour very funny 10/10<333 shaking you like a maracas

Would tag more don't have energy</3

You all are so cool💓💕💗💕💓

I wanna try and start a new thing. You can’t see anyone’s followers counts, so I just have a few mutuals that I, based on nothing, assume are just famous. Let’s start a chain to just show people how cool we think they are.

My favourite celebrities are: @when-emma-falls-in-love13 @sugarfoodie @allegory-buried @sharpasanaro and @finleycannotdraw

[be-dazzled]

Hi! :) I'm not sure if this is okay but I would love to request “I know you said you didn’t want to be late, but you look amazing, and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now,” or “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together." or “I’m in love with you.” “Are you finally confessing to me? Because I feel the same way.” for Fraxus for some love for the amazing men >w< I thought I throw out the suggestion uwu

I already started writing the drabble when I reread the request and realized I got the prompts wrong. Lol. Anyways, I tweaked it a little to fit what I already had in mind.

...

"Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together." and “Are you finally confessing to me? Because I feel the same way.”

He didn’t even need to see him to know that Laxus Dreyar was coming in the Fairy Tail Building. The Lightning Dragon Slayer was a quiet fellow but he had that effect on Freed. It was like Juvia’s Graydar. He just knew, in a bout a second or two, Laxus was about to grace his eyes with his palpable presence. Like magnet, Freed’s blue eyes landed on the figure brushing through the scaffold started by two idiots.

Laxus made a bee line to the counter, not really feeling like joining in the ruckus. He sat at the counter and asked Mirajane, the barmaid, for a drink – any drink. He wasn’t really that choosy. But if he was being honest, he was just trying to collect himself.

Because no one told Laxus that the job request he was handed three days ago involved boat, train and a lot of moving. He was thankful he got off that crazy old lady’s carriage. She definitely did not drive like a grandma. And he didn’t have the guts to tell her he had motion sickness. Laxus felt his breakfast about to make a reappearance. He gagged.

“Make it strong, Mira.”

The bar-maid nodded before she turned around to get the strongest beer the guild had. He was busy trying to push his breakfast down where it belonged, he didn’t notice the slight nod the barmaid threw beside him.

On cue, Freed was already beside him, mumbling some ‘welcome back’ words at the Lightning Dragon Slayer. But Laxus’ spinning brain couldn’t wrap itself around what the Thunder God Tribe’s leader was sputtering about. Laxus turned to Freed, seeing three or five figures of the latter.

“Laxus, are you alright?”

He didn’t manage to answer. He didn’t even hear the question right. But what he did was hit his head against a hard surface. He didn’t know which hard surface – maybe, it was just the bar counter – but there was drumming. Then, his lips brushed against a warm and soft plane. It was comforting. The world stopped spinning. Then, an aroma tickled his nostrils. He easily recognized that smell.

“Freed?”

Laxus struggled but he managed to look up to confirm his guess. There he was, the leader of the Thunder God Tribe stiff as a plank and white as a paper.

Laxus didn’t have time to process what was happening to Freed. The bitter taste of his breakfast was threatening to make a reappearance. He went back to the comfortable position that helped with his nausea.

“Feeling better.” Laxus said, humming along with that frantic beating he was hearing from the hard surface. He then buried his nose against that soft, warm skin with the comforting aroma.

…

“Pay up, droopy eyes!”

“I already did slanty eyes!”

“Sorry, Juvia. But you’re not safe.”

“Yes, Natsu-san. Juvia is aware.”

“You too, Lucy!”

Laxus walked in on the usual guild ruckus. However, there wasn’t any brawl or any of that sort. Natsu was just on top of the table demanding jewels from everyone.

“Man, I just saved up enough for that dress I was eyeing.”

Laxus heard the Celestial Mage whined as she handed a small pouch toward the boy.

Laxus ignored them and continued on his path towards the bar counter. He was much feeling better today. All thanks to that concoction Mira made him yesterday. He was at a bad shape but mysteriously there was this had surface and aromatic scent that helped him. He assumed he just slumped on the counter to help with his nausea.

Then, he heard the loud fire dragon slayer yell behind him.

“Mira-chan! It’s all in here.” announced Natsu.

Laxus saw him hand her a bigger pouch, which was sagging from his clutch.

“Oh, oh, right. Thank you, Natsu.”

Mirajane snatched the pouch from Natsu, which was perplexing. It seemed as if she was trying to avoid for Laxus to see it. How could he not see it when they did the exchange right in front of him.

Then a familiar smell pulled his attention towards somewhere else.

“Freed! Over here.” called Laxus and waved the Dark Eye mage towards his direction.

He swore Freed made a little squeal before appearing next to Laxus.

Laxus took a sip of his drink. His eyes drifted over the barmaid who was counting jewels from the pouch Natsu handed her.

“Do you have any idea what that is?”

“Oh, apparently the guild has some kind of a pool. They have a bet going that we, somehow… I don’t exactly know what.”

One brow quirked up.

“And she is?” asked Laxus as she pointed at Mirajane who wasn’t done counting.

“Winning, yes.” answered Freed.

“So, she bet on us…”

Laxus didn’t really have any idea what was happening around him. He was just processing everything by letting Freed supply the missing pieces.

“She bet that you’ll be the one to make the first move.” finished Freed, lowering his gaze as he felt the coming heat rise up his cheeks.

“If she’s counting that much jewel, then that means I did the first move?”

He was oddly calm about everything when Freed could almost feel his heart and soul leaving his body by just talking about it.

“When?”

“Yesterday.”

“Huh.”

Yesterday. Laxus remembered just trying to make the world stop spinning and not to throw up. As he rummaged his brain for any memory, it hit him.

“That explains it.” said Laxus. “I guess that’s that then.”

Freed jumped at him, accusing Laxus of taking the events that transpired too casually. He was mad.

“You don’t take me seriously, Laxus. Do you even have any idea how crazy you made me feel yesterday.”

Freed’s loud voice and confessionals attracted the attention of the whole guild. Even Gray and Natsu stopped beating each other to listen.

“You charged at me! Kissing my neck. Snuggling up, saying how comfortable it is. Then–”

But it seemed that the air in Freed’s lungs when Laxus asked him.

“Are you finally confessing to me?”

“What?”

Laxus turned to the stunned Dark Eye Mage. One brow raised, waiting for an answer as he locked eyes with Freed.

“Because I feel the same way.”

After a moment of stunned silence, Natsu went back up to he table and demanded everyone to pay up.

“Now, I’m never gonna buy that dress. Not even food.” Lucy wistfully handed the last jewels she had.

But one bar-maid was on cloud nine. Her quirk on betting on the longshot finally paid off.

...

Hope you liked it, Anon. I'm not really confident with my writing when it came to the other pairs but I hope this puts a smile on you face. Much love!

[blackyote]

Thanks for the tag!

20 Questions for Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 

48

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 

103,155

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently The Owl House with a little bit of One Piece, but I started my ao3 account with Person of Interest fics.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 

Sweet Dreams (One Piece | zosan)

is it gay to brush your friend's hair (The Owl House | gustholomule)

Anchor (The Owl House | huntlow)

Classic (The Owl House | Hunter & Steve)

tfw boys have shoulders (The Owl House | gustholomule)

Liking the range here :)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? 

I LOVE receiving comments, so I try to respond to each one to show my appreciation!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I can't believe I was gonna say one of us is surely gone when Date Night is right there LOL Like, the latter isn't as original because I was reimagining a friend's work, but. Maybe they're tied.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Gonna say If You Loved Me, because I had to work for it (my longest fic to date) and it gave my otp the ending they deserved.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't recall any "hate" except for someone complaining about the use of second person in one of my fics lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I've written it before, usually for characters who have a very physical relationship already. I might write more in the future but it doesn't always come easily to me. I have to be possessed.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I don't write a lot of crossovers as much as I dabble in AUs? My Blood Orange series is technically a TOH/BtVS crossover, and I've written a His Dark Materials (daemon) AU with gm.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

None of my published works on ao3 are cowritten. I take a lot of inspo from fan artists, though.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Can't make me choose between Shoot and Gustholomule.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I'm very good at finishing what I start, but lately I've had SO many ideas, it's hard to juggle them all! I think I only have two wips at the moment collecting dust. I may never finish my big Steve fic -.-

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I'm good at character voice/characterization. I'd also like to think I'm good at capturing earnest emotion and moments of suspense but idk.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I wish I were more patient with my writing? Like I'm not saying I want to be long-winded, but I'm always eager to "get to the point" and it makes me jealous of writers who can really set a scene and go into more detail.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've only done this a little in a language I'm familiar with (Spanish), but if I'm not sure on the translation, I like to double-check with a native speaker so that it sounds right. I think it's perfectly fine to do, just don't be lazy about it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I mean I wrote Redwall fanfic in fourth grade, and a number of other things before making an ao3 account, but my first on ao3 is this collection of Shoot drabbles.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? 

Arggh whatever whatever, I'm just gonna say Casual because I remember how good I felt about it when I posted it, and it still holds up.

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

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1. How many works do you have on AO3? just hit 100 last month!

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 479,814

3. What fandoms do you write for? I've dabbled in quite a few over the years, but the ones I've written the most fics for are doctor who (eleven/amy) teen wolf (sterek) and the owl house (huntlow)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Error 404: Brain Cell Not Found (teen wolf | sterek) You Always Want What You're Running From (sleepy hollow | ichabbie) What To Do When Your Emotionally Constipated Werewolf Boyfriend Gets Cursed By A Witch: A Guide (teen wolf | sterek) Gold Rush (the owl house | huntlow) Lovesick (the owl house | huntlow) 5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do! Every kind comment means so much to me, so I always take the time to respond to all of them (though I'm not always great at getting to them on time.)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm probably The Courtesan and the Writer (doctor who | eleven/amy) I used to dabble in angst a bit more when I first started writing fic, but these days all my fics are pretty much guaranteed to have a happy ending, because real life is hard enough lol

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Pretty much all my fics have happy endings, but one of the happiest I wrote would probably be my huntlow college AU Until You Meet Someone Who Makes The Fall Feel Like Flying

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I wouldn't call it outright hate, but I have gotten a handful of rude comments over the years (complaining that I don't post often enough, telling me my headcanons are wrong, telling me how they think my story should have ended — one time someone yelled at me in all caps because I said that a character chilled red wine lol that one was wild)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! Smut is fun. Mine is typically more focused on the emotional aspect than the physical, is usually the result of a long tension-fueled slow burn buildup, and is usually tooth-rottingly fluffy, soft, and sweet.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have! Back in the days where superwholock plagued tumblr, I wrote one of the silliest cross-overs imaginable, combining doctor who, torchwood, bbc sherlock, supernatural, the avengers, and sleepy hollow: Lords, Gods, and Madmen

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yup 🙃

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have! But most of them never saw the light of day 😂 one that did is called An Eggcellent Morning For Cooking Lessons co-written with @ash-mcj @tails89 and @nutellarghh

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I think my top three ships are reflected in who I've written the most fic for: huntlow, sterek, and the eleventh doctor/amy pond

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Luckily, everything that's posted to AO3 is finished, but at this point I'm thinking I'll probably never get around to writing the little nightmares, reylo, and captain swan WIPs I've had sitting in my drafts since 2019

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I capture the characters really well, which means a lot to me. I've also been told that my writing is cozy and comforting and fills people with warm fuzzy feelings, which is always nice to hear 🥰

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I will sit there and agonize over the same paragraph trying to make it sound perfect instead of just letting the writing flow, so sometimes a fic will be in the works for a very long time until it's finally ready to be posted (by which time I'm probably sick of it and never want to look at it again 😂)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've dabbled in this a little bit, but it's usually been plot-relevant, like a character learning to speak the language (i.e. when Hunter tried to learn Spanish in Being Human.) When I do write in another language, I always do my best to research and try to get the translations as accurate as possible, and I always include the English translation either in the fic itself or as an author's note so readers don't have to break away from my fic to google anything. (And also so that they know what my intention was, on the off-chance I translated something wrong and accidentally wrote something offensive.) 19. First fandom you wrote for?

Does anyone remember that vampire show that came out back in like 2009? Moonlight? Yeah, that one lol

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? God, that's like asking me to pick my favorite child. Okay fine, it's Until You Meet Someone Who Makes The Fall Feel Like Flying