#it's at the same height as the Pete tattoo too

[yujeong]

In case you were wondering how much I love Tonkla and how much his story means to me.

[petersnya]

SOMETIMES

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

---NOT MY PHOTO/GIF---

PART ONE

Prompt/Summary: “...some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes…” /// Peter Parker meets the love of his life. But is he the love of hers? Having a bad past always affects the future.

Warnings: ANGST, FLUFF, SMUT(light smut towards the end xxx tehe) ECT. 

Word count: 3026

[A/N]Wattupp! So I have been busy with volleyball lately but I finally have the time to write! I got this idea while I was in class and it seemed like it would be perfect lol. I love Marvel so much like I grew up reading the comics so I’m excited to write this ( I'm in love with Peter Parker/Tom Holland too ). I'm thinking this should be a series??? Idk. Let me know what you think! ENJOY AND SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS!! Explicit content ahead…(this was also inspired by a song I love called moral of the story. tehe I love Niall Horan bruh) 

-J.T.S xxx

“Sup Parker, ” a tall, curly-haired girl rushed through the front door of Peter Parker's apartment. “Aunt May here?” the girl questioned the brown-eyed boy who was frantically following the girl with his eyes from his seated position on the couch. 

“No, uh, she's not. She's at work actually- wait what are you doing here MJ?” Peter questioned the girl, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. He stood from the couch, approaching the kitchen counter that MJ was standing behind, putting whatever she had run into the house with in the kitchen drawer. 

“Uh, just… Hangin’ out, ” MJ explained, shrugging her shoulder as she hopped onto the counter facing Peter, swinging her legs with an innocent look on her face. 

“Yeah sure, I'm not gonna believe tha -” 

“MJ! The hell is wrong with you! Give them back you oversized giraffe!” a loud banging on the door caught MJ and Peter’s attention making them turn their heads towards it. MJ, not looking shocked at all, but Peter having a tariffed look on his face. 

“We’re the same height dumbass!” MJ shouted back to the girl on the other side of the door with a smirk on her face. Peter was confused by the situation. Turning his head back at MJ, who was silently snickering, he questioned, “Who the hell is that?”, the tan girl, who was now standing next to him, made her way to open the door. 

“MJ gets the fuck out here and give me my-” the mystery girl on the other side of the door was cut off by the door opening in her face. She stood there in shock, looking past MJ at the curly-haired boy standing next to her. Peter looked away from MJ then at the girl who was standing in the doorway. He couldn’t help but stare at her, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. Peter was taken aback when suddenly, her lips curled into a wide smile. She pointed her finger at MJ, the at Peter, and back again. Peter had no idea what was going on until MJ’s smirk that she had faded off of her face.

“No. No, no, no, ” she said grabbing the girl's hand and pushing it down to her side. 

“And who is this MJ?” she said slyly. 

“This is…” MJ paused, glancing back at Peter then back to the girl at the door. “Penis Parker.” she then said with a slight chuckle. 

“Hey! Wha- no! That’s not my name! MJ I swear to-“ 

“Your mom named you penis?” She said, raising an eyebrow in confusion. MJ laughed walking out of the door and next to the girl. “And this is my cousin, Y/N.” 

“Sup man,” Y/N said to Peter with a big goofy grin on her face. 

“Alright we’ll be leaving now,” MJ said grabbing her cousin’s hand, dragging her away from the door. 

“Penis is kinda hot cuz. How have you not fu-“ 

“We’re leaving!” MJ shouted over Y/N, dragging her out of the way to where Peter couldn’t see them anymore, but just in Peter’s favor, he heard everything.

\\\

The next day, Peter was walking out of school with MJ and his best friend, Ned. 

“So MJ, I heard you have a cousin. Y/N…” Ned said, leaning forward, looking across Peter to see MJ who was walking on the other side of him. Peter hit Ned on the shoulder with his, silently telling him to stop talking about it. MJ chuckle. 

“Well uh, I gotta go. See you guys later! Good luck Pete.” Ned said with a wink as he walked towards the bus.

“Wait, Ned! We ride the bus- together… whatever.”

MJ and Peter walked down the stairs talking about all their classes, the teachers they hated, and other things. As they made their way to the sidewalk they heard someone yelling at them, causing both of them to turn their heads towards the loud voice. 

“Ah. I forgot, Y/N’s picking me up today.” 

“Y/N? Oh…” Peter said, trying to hide the blush on his face. Every time he thought about her, he couldn’t help but re-play the words she said yesterday: ...he’s kinda hot… Peters has never had that sort of attention given to him by a girl especially one that looked like Y/N. To him, she was an angel. But Peter, being the typical person he was, wouldn’t even think about approaching her- being afraid of rejection. 

“How old is she?” Peter asked curiously, the thought lingering in his mind. 

“Our age. She’s home-schooled.” the tall her said, stuffing her hands in the side pockets of her jacket. Peter looked at her curiously, if she’s home-schooled then why is she with MJ all the time now? 

“Her uh, her dad just recently passed, due to health difficulties, so she and her mom moved down here to get a new start. While her mom is trying to get their new house and a stable job down in Queens she will be staying with me for about… a year I think. I, of course, let her stay with me. She’s my favorite cousin and I don’t want her to be alone during this ruff time.” she explained, practically reading Peter’s expression. He nodded in response, his eyes glued to his feet.

“MJ! MJ come on! Harry Potter re-run of the first two movies start in T-minus 10 minutes and I have to go pick up my new sweatshirt!” Y/N yelled from her car while honking the horn. The upper half of her body sticking out of the driver’s window while her forearms supported her on the roof of her car.

“Annnddd, she kinda a nerd, but she considers herself just ‘well educated’.” Peter chuckled as he looked at Y/N. Once they got to the car, MJ threw her backpack in the passenger window. Y/N slide back into her window, shoving the bag in the back. MJ then opened the car door and hopped in, clicking her seat belt. She waved bye to Peter.

“Bye Peter Parker.”

“Later MJ.”

“Oooh, so his name isn’t penis… I knew it! Peter, it’s cute. Sup Parker!” 

Peter started to blush but it was hard to see from his face already red from the heat of the sun. He smiled and waved to her, noticing how her Y/E/C eyes glistened in the sun.

“H-hey, Y/N.” He said toying with the strap of his bag, his curls in his face. 

“Heyyy! You should come watch the Harry Potter movies three and four with me and MJ Friday! You can even bring that one guy you guys are always talking to.” She said leaning on the steering wheel, looking at Peter through her long, mascara coated eyelashes.

“Sure I’d love to come… wait- do you have your driver's license?” the question lingered in Peter’s mind.

“Nope!” Y/N yelled as she sped away, the tires of the car screeching on the road. Peter could still hear their loud laughter of the two cousins as they drove away.

That night while Peter was patrolling as Spider-Man, he stopped and landed on the building next to MJ’s place. There was a window that was the only lit room. He thought it was MJ so he was going to go up and scare her, but once he got closer, he could see that it was Y/N. His heartbeat quickened as he watched her walk over to her bed, putting her hair in a ponytail. She was wearing an oversized black T-shirt. As she was putting her hair up, she stretched her arms causing her shirt to reveal her very small underwear. Peter could feel his suit beginning to get uncomfortable at the view in front of him.

Quickly, Peter swung away from the building making his way home before Y/N or anyone could see him.

He crawled back into his window making sure to stay quiet so that Aunt May wouldn’t hear. Once he had his suit off, he showed and got into bed. Peter couldn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t help but think about Y/N. She was tattooed in his brain and, of course, tattoos don’t go away. 

///

The days went by slow, well, they went slow to Peter. He was overly excited to go to MJ’s place and watch a movie with Y/N. That was the only person on his mind, her. But those slow days soon went by and it was Friday afternoon. Peter was so anxious he practically ran home to put his school stuff away and then ran to MJ’s. 

He approached the door to her place and knocked on the door with his fist. Peter whipped his sweaty palms on his flannel, waiting for the door to open. 

“What up Pete! MJ said you would be here around this time. Come on in man.” Y/N said as she flung open the door with a soft smile on her face. Peter couldn’t get enough of her energetic personality. He followed Y/N, closing the door behind him. The brown-eyed boy couldn’t help but admire her as she walked in front of him. Her outfit consists of high-waisted but loose jeans, a plain black tube top with a very large flannel that was left unbuttoned. 

“Uh, Michelle and your other friend… Ned! That’s his name, I can never remember,” she chuckled nervously, “they uh- went to the store to go get snacks and food so they should be back in a little while. I’m gonna go get some blankets and stuff from my room for the movies, there pretty long so I wanna be comfortable. Wanna help?” Y/N said as she started to walk towards her room, looking over her shoulder to see if Peter was following.

“Oh, yeah, sure I’ll help you,” he said, slowly trailing behind her. As they went into her room she started to grab blankets and pillows, tossing them by the door. Peter couldn’t help but admire her well-decorated room, it fits her personality so well, he thought to himself. He walked over to her tall nightstand and saw a pair of glasses sitting on them. For some reason, they intrigued him. 

“Do you mind?” he asked. “Nah, not at all,” Y/N replied not looking up from the pile of blankets in the corner, waving her hand in a ‘go ahead’ motion. Peter shrugged and turned his attention back to the glasses. They were small and black, they didn’t look like they would fit her face. He picked them up, examining them curiously. Y/N looked over at Peter, immediately dropping everything in her hands and rushing over to him. She snatched the glasses out of his hand and put them in her drawer. Peter was taken aback by this sudden action, raising his hands in a surrendering motion. 

“Don’t touch those,” Y/N said harshly. She looked at Peter’s face that was plastered with an apologetic look. “I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. My… my dad gave me those,” she explained. Peter mumbled an ‘it’s ok’ under his breath. 

She walked over to the edge of her bed, scooting over to give Peter room to sit down. He took the hint and went to sit next to her. Y/N sat there, her leg bouncing as she tried to take steady breathes to calm herself down, fiddling with the many rings on her fingers. 

“Hey, you ok Y/N?” Peter asked, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. She looked up at him with glossed-over eyes. She let out a shaky breath and nodded. Licking her lips, she began to explain. 

“Well uh, m-my dad, he uh… he passed away about two weeks ago. When I was younger we used to always read together and I would have trouble saying some of the words. My mom thought it was just cause I couldn’t read properly yet but my dad always said ‘my little girl is the smarts little girl I know… she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father,’ Y/N paused, sniffing while wiping the tear that rolled down her cheek before continuing, “He bought me those glasses after the eye doctor told me my vision was terrible. The day before he passed away, he took the glasses off that he had and handed them to me. I tried to stop him and tell him that I had some, but all he did was look at my mom and then back at me and said, ‘she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father.’” the last part came out in a whisper. 

Reaching over to her bedside table, Y/N grabbed a pair of circular glasses that looked like they were from the Harry Potter movie. “My dad loved Harry Potter, I never wear them though cause I-I’m just...scared. I don’t know why though. It’s just silly.” she said with a slight smile. “MJ took my contacts from me just a few days ago to get me to wear them and I still haven’t gotten them back.” so that’s why she came over that day, Peter wondered. 

Peter was about to say something but MJ and Ned came into the apartment, yelling that they were back with the snacks and food. 

“T-minus 10 minutes Y/N,” MJ yelled from the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second,” Y/N shouted back to her, “you should go ahead.”

Peter got up to leave the room, but before he did he turned to say something,  “I think that your dad would want you to wear them, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a soft smile that caused Y/N to smile back at him.

///

“Dude, where’s Y/N? She’s never late for an H.P movie,” MJ questioned. Peter and Ned looked at each other shrugging before looking back at her. Only two minutes later, Y/N came walking out of her room, they all turned their heads to look. 

“Ok, I’m ready for the movie,” she said with a big goofy smile on her face. Peter and MJ looked at her in shock. Ned had no idea what was going on and just sat and ate popcorn. Y/N had on some shorts and a Slytherin sweatshirt, but that wasn’t the shocking part. She was wearing her dad’s glasses. 

“What? Do you guys not like my sweatshirt?” 

“I think it’s great,” Ned said giving her a thumbs up. 

“Thanks, Ned, glad to see someone appreciates it,” Y/N said sarcastically. MJ and Peter looked at each other. Peter was about to say something but MJ put a finger up signaling for him not to. Y/N sat between MJ and Peter on the couch, grabbing a bag of chips while adjusting the glasses on her face. She looked over at Peter mouthing the word ‘thank you’  causing Peter to blush but hid it quickly.

About thirty minutes into the movie, Y/N got comfortable and snuggled her head into MJ’s shoulder while MJ laid her head onto of Y/N’s. Y/N had her exposed long, smooth legs draped over Peter’s thighs. This sent Peters mind wondering: 

As she slowly straddled my lap, I placed my hands on her thighs, keeping her steady. My large hands squeezed at her exposed skin. I ran them to her ass, repeating the motion causing her to jerk, rubbing her core against jeans, making her moan quietly in my ear. Her arms hugged around my neck. She moved her head to where her lips were perfectly leveld with mine. She connected her lips with mine in a soft kiss, but I wanted more. I needed more. I ran my tongue over her bottom lips, squeezing her ass in my hand once again. Her lips were parted slightly, giving me access to slip my tongue into her mouth. She surprised me with her next move. She wrapped her lips around my tongue then released it with a slight smacking noise. This made me harder than I was before- if that was even possible. We sat there for a second, staring into each other’s eyes, noticing how they were filled with lust. Before I could even think my actions through, I removed my hand from her ass, grabbing her jaw and pulling her facing into mine, catching her lips and lustful but passionate kiss. My tongue almost immediately won the dominance against hers. I flipped us so that I was on top and started to trail kisses down her exposed stomach. Her thighs wrapped around my head as her back arched off of the bed. I put my hands on her lower back. I started to tease her soaked-

“I don’t see how you like Draco Malfoy?” Ned’s voice snapped Peter out of his daydream, turning his head over to Ned who was munching on a handful of popcorn.  

“What!” MJ and Y/N screamed. Ned and Peter both turned their heads to them, wondering why they seemed so upset. “What do you mean why do we like Draco Malfoy,” MJ said.

“What type of question is that?” Y/N said, finishing her sentence. This caused MJ and Y/N to go into a whole ordeal on why Draco is their favorite character. All Peter could do was watch the way her pink lips moved as she explained. 

This helped Peter calm down from his daydream and stoping his hard-on to be seen. Thank God…

///

That night, Peter laid awake in his bed, thinking about how Y/N looked in his fantasy. He wished that it was really like so so badly. He couldn’t help to feel this attraction towards her, from the first time he saw her. It wasn’t just her good looks, even though to Peter she was stunning, it was her style, her personality, the way her eyes squinted and her cheekbones rose when she laughed. The way she would ramble about anything and everything. His last thought before he drifted into sleep rang in his brain,

Does she feel the same? 

[A/N] Hey bestie :))) hope you liked this chapter! Thank you for the support and make sure to send me ideas for imagines you guys want! IM GONNA TRY TO UPLOAD EVERY DAY OR EVERY OTHER DAY AT 5:30/6:30 PM. 

 DISCLAIMER!!! THE NEXT CHAPTER IS FULL OF SMUT.. are you ready?

-J.T.S xxx

[cherrygorilla]

Carrie’s Basic Info

Whilst I try to get back into the swing of writing TMM after my holiday, I thought I’d put together a little mash-up of some of the character posts you’ve done for your characters, Danelle, but with the only OC of mine that has any real development: Carrie! So hopefully you have fun learning a little more about her!

I couldn’t really find any actresses that I feel totally match how I picture her to be, but I loved that post you did where you put all the different actors for your characters together for each decade, so I gathered together 4 throughout the ages that at least somewhat fit her. 

So, going from left to right, for current times we have Florence Pugh (which I never really thought about until I saw her in the Don’t Worry Darling trailer, and then as soon as I saw her with that beehive hairstyle it all clicked lmao), for the 60s we have Jane Fonda (I mean come on, that hair is perfect for Carrie lol), for the 90s we have Sharon Stone (she has Carrie’s little smirk there down to a tee) and for the 80s we have Kelly Preston (I know I’m basing a lot of these on hair alone, but that permed hairstyle she had in the 80s has Carrie written all over it lmao - she would have really thrived in the 80s).

Alright, now onto the actual information bit, which is pretty much just her answers to the prompts from the ‘basic info’ posts you put together for your characters. But if there’s anything I’ve missed out that you’d like to know then just let me know and I can add it in! 

Name: Caroline Samantha Cole

Nickname(s): Carrie (duh), Coral (only by the surfers), Squidge (only by her dad - he loved calling her and Tanner silly things when they were little - she was Squidge because of her squishy little face, and he was, and still is, Pebbles, thanks to a long-term habit of stuffing his pockets with them any time he went to the beach), Rolie (only by her grandpa - clearly the silly nickname thing is genetic, but at least it’s part of her name), Carrie-oke/Coleslaw (Ethan - had to throw him in here too, because nicknames are kind of his speciality lol)

Age: 20

Birthday: May 20th

Zodiac: Taurus

Birthstone: Emerald

Nationality: American, Hawaiian (just from her grandma on her dad's side though)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthplace: Bayfront Health, St Petersburg, Florida 

Current Residence: Bahia Shores, St Pete Beach, Florida 

Occupation: Actress

Schooling: Went to public school up until the middle-end of her sophomore year but then had to leave when she booked her first TV movie. She tried to go back once filming wrapped, but she got signed up to be in a new TV show pretty soon after and had to drop out fully. From then on she just did her schooling on set with her co-stars and, although she eventually graduated, she never got a proper ceremony or a prom or anything, which she’s still low-key kind of bummed about. At least she can live vicariously through the characters she plays though!

Talents/Skills: Singing, dancing, acting, cooking, doing her makeup, talking shit & managing her curly hair 

Birth order: Oldest (by seventeen, precious minutes)

Sibling: Thomas "Tanner" Lewis Cole (her twin)

Parents: Brett Kanoa Cole and Martha Louise Cole

Signature: 

Autograph:

Height: 5' 6'' or 168cm

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: A dark, golden-y blonde

Glasses or contact lenses? None. But the same may not be able to be said for her in TMM…

Distinguishing features: Her huge mane of curly hair; freckles across her nose and cheeks; a rather infectious, megawatt smile; a pretty bold, expressive fashion sense; a tattoo of doodled musical notes on the side of her ribcage; some stretch marks around her hips/butt area that she's super self-conscious about; and two moles right next to each other on her inner arm that Miles draws a little smile under at every opportunity he gets 

Mannerisms: Talks with her hands a lot, has pretty intense facial expressions (useful for acting, not so useful when she's trying to not come across as a total drama queen), hums to fill the silence; checks her appearance pretty much every time she notices her reflection (some people blame her vanity, she blames her industry-fuelled insecurity) 

Health: Nothing really, she just gets really bad period cramps. 

Hobbies: Singing, surfing (now that her managers aren't restricting her time at the beach), cooking, sewing (her mom is trying to teach her, but she doesn't really have the patience, or free time, for it), shopping, and learning lines (yes, she considers it a hobby lol)

Greatest flaw (in their opinion): How strongly she feels all her emotions/how deeply things affect her - it's draining to live on such an emotional rollercoaster 

Greatest flaw (in reality): Her obsession with her image and how the world sees her, especially when she lets it cloud her better judgement (besides her fiery temper, jealous streak and raging narcissism, of course) 

Best quality (in their opinion): Apart from the talent she built her career around, probably her loyalty - she's very much ride or die for those that she really cares about, which is something she values in others, so naturally she thinks it’s her best quality too

Best quality (in reality): Whilst she sees it as a flaw, her deep connection with her emotions is actually one of her best qualities - she's so passionate about her relationships (both romantic and friendly/familial) that she puts her whole heart and soul into everything she does for them; and will often go out of her way just to show them how much she cares. Plus it's super useful for her job; after all, it's what makes her such a good actress. 

Biggest fear: Failure. Failure in her career. Failure in her relationships. She just hates the idea of disappointing people. That's why she's so dedicated to her work; she's scared of doing a bad job and ruining her reputation. She's scared of letting her parents down after all the money they funnelled into her dance classes and singing lessons. She's scared of destroying her relationship with Miles because she keeps failing to fit in with his family. She doesn't want kids because she's scared that she'll fail as a mother since she's got such a demanding job. But then she's scared that she'll be failing Miles because he's such a family-oriented guy and she won't be giving him a family of his own. I could go on and on lmao. But yeah, as the ego-centric, go-getter she is, failure is definitely her biggest, and deepest fear. Needles and spiders are probably the answers she'd jump to first though ngl. 

Favourite ice cream: In her world, cookie dough. But when she went to Mick's world and discovered salted caramel it was a total gamechanger. 

Favourite colour: Actual colour-wise, like an aqua blue. But failing that, gold…or anything glittery, tbh. 

Favourite number(s): 1…duh! Or 20 because it's her birthday date.

Favourite movies: Her go-tos are Gentlemen Prefer Blondes or Mamma Mia (depending on the century/universe she’s in lol). But the real answer, that she would rather die than admit 90% of the time, is the 1950s Disney Cinderella cartoon. It’s been her favourite ever since she was a little girl - it’s just the most beautifully magical love story in her eyes; nothing else compares. Plus, she’s always been a dreamy, Disney Princess girly at heart - under all the bravado and occasional bitchiness. But if she ever gives up that information, you know for a fact it’s not by free-will - and whilst the select few that do know think it’s adorable, they do dish out their fair share of lovable teasing. 

Favourite songs: She's such a music-oriented person that this was super hard, but I'll narrow it down to just a few… It's All Coming Back to Me Now by Celine Dion (to belt in the shower); About Damn Time by Lizzo (to dance around in her underwear to); Lucky by Britney Spears (because she feels like she can relate); Tonight from West Side Story (a song from her time she just thinks is beautiful) and I’m The Greatest Star from Funny Girl (her favourite song to perform since it’s so good at inflating her ego)

A place they want to visit: Paris, partly for the shopping, but mostly for the food. It does help that Miles is desperate to go there too though…

[padsnprongs]

wolfstar headcanons that ✨just make sense✨

french sirius and welsh remus

they would speak to each other in their different languages all the time, mostly just to mess with each other.

they’d also say really romantic things, but in their different language, so the other wouldn’t know

remus is like insanely tall, but always slouches, whereas sirius is literally a dwarf but stands up really tall (talk about that ✨aristocracy✨ you know)

when remus had his growth spurt in the summer of fifth year, sirius was, understandably, shocked

but also maybe a little annoyed

how was he supposed to kiss him now?

in the end he decided to just grab his tie and pull him down

which remus didn't particularly mind

remus keeps his hair short, because it gets in the way. sirius loves remus' hair, because of how curly it is - remus hates it for the same reason

'I look like an idiot, pads!'

'no, you look cute.'

after sirius started living with the potters', his hair grew long, finally free of the strict rules of grimmauld place

when remus saw his long hair for the first time, on the train platform, he fell in love with him a little more

sirius turns into padfoot on the days surrounding the full moon to comfort remus. he’s literally like a therapy dog at this point.

sirius’ bed hasn’t been slept in since fifth year

cuddles

so many cuddles

lots of pda, much to james’ disgust

‘ugh, you guys, get a room!’

‘prongsie stop being homophobic.’

‘im not- what am i even supposed to say to that??’

‘nothing, that’s the point.’

sirius has a tattoo of the full moon that changes with the moon phases and remus has a tattoo of the canis major constellation - while the rest are just inked on, the sirius star seems to be actually glowing.

remus always seems to lose his jumpers, even though they’re some of his most valued items of clothing. he will eventually find sirius wearing them, but he can’t even be mad because sirius just looks so adorable in them.

remus, in return, will steal sirius’ leather jacket, which sirius doesn’t particularly mind. james, however, gets especially mad whenever this happens

‘well how come he’s allowed to wear it and I’m not? I’m literally your brother!’

sirius rests his head on remus’ lap whilst remus reads to him, and remus will stroke his hand through sirius' hair

remus loves to french plait his hair, and sirius is adamant about leaving the plait in for as long as possible

‘sirius, it’s been three days, you need to wash your hair! I can always re-plait it!’

‘...fine. but only if you promise.’

remus is constantly freezing cold, which shows through the countless jumpers and scarves he will pile on, even in the height of summer

his feet alone are like blocks of ice, which sirius never misses an opportunity to complain about whenever they share a bed

sirius, on the other hand, is a human sauna, and will still be wearing shorts in the middle of winter

when they cuddle, their contrasting levels of body heat cancel each other out perfectly

basically, whenever remus gets too cold, or sirius gets too hot, you’ll undoubtedly find them clinging to each other

sirius always gets really worried after the full moon, and insists on looking after remus - he makes sure he has enough pillows, sneaks him food because the hospital wing food isn’t the nicest, makes him drink water, takes notes for him during the lessons he misses, and just generally stays by his side as long as he can, until madam pomfrey has to kick him out

sirius worries so much during and after the full moon that it often makes remus feel guilty, but he also finds it really sweet that sirius cares so much

he still tries to make sirius see sense and stop him from worrying, because he has really bad self esteem issues after the full moon and doesn’t think he deserves it. whenever he tries to tell sirius this, he says that sirius shouldn’t feel obligated to look after him, because he’s a monster.

every single time, sirius will take his hand, look into his eyes, and tell him firmly, ‘you are not a monster, moony.’

peter will then add that ‘you fold your socks, moony, we’re not exactly scared of you.’

and remus will wonder how he got so lucky as to have such amazing friends

whenever sirius is ill, remus will try his best to return the favour. sirius will insist that he doesn’t get ill, ‘don’t worry, remus, I’m fine’, even though he can barely move

but remus won’t listen, and turns into a proper mother hen, fussing over him and making sure he has everything he need, just trying to repay sirius for all he does during the full moons

illness = constant cuddles

but lbr there are constant cuddles regardless

they got together because they both kept confiding in james and lily about their unrequited feelings and how hopelessly in love they were, and james and lily got sick of it and decided to work together to set them up bc they were both so hopelessly oblivious.

that’s also how lily got to know james better, and see that he wasn’t as arrogant as she thought, and he actually cares deeply about his friends

but these are wolfstar headcanons not jily so moving on

they had a very touchy feely relationship even before they got together. they were always very close, and their bond was different than it was with james and peter

sirius loves to bake, whilst remus loves to cook, but if they try to do it the other way around, bad things happen

they would often sneak into the kitchens late at night and try to make something, fool around, mess up, and end up snogging surrounded by the mess of ingredients

late nights on the astronomy tower!! they did this even before they got together; when either of them couldn’t sleep, they would go up there and just sit together and look at the stars. their first date was a picnic up there, and it became their own special place where they both felt safe

nose kisses!! forehead kisses!! cheek kisses!! adorable

whenever they're messing about they'll almost always end up in each others arms, saying ‘I hate you’ whilst grinning bc they both know that they don’t mean it and it’s actually the exact opposite

when sirius can’t sleep, he’ll watch remus (in like. a non-creepy way) and count his freckles. once remus caught him in the act and thought it was the softest thing he’d ever seen

remus talks in his sleep. sometimes he just mutters random words that don’t make sense, and sometimes he can have full on conversations with sirius.

sirius thinks it’s the funniest thing ever and teases remus mercilessly about it in the mornings, even though remus has no memory of it and denies everything.

when they’re alone in the hospital wing after a full moon, sirius will hold remus’ hand and sing softly to comfort him and help him sleep.

remus absolutely adores sirius' voice, and tries to get him to sing more, and in front of other people, but sirius is adamant that the only reason he sings to remus is because it helps soothe him, and his voice isn’t all that great.

his lack of self confidence about his voice is due to his parents constantly yelling at him to stop singing, because they said it was annoying and he didn’t have a good voice, and he believed them, and still does. It’s one of his biggest insecurities.

the first time they said they loved each other was actually an accident. they had gotten all caught up in planning a prank and sirius smirked and said, ‘aren’t i just the most creative person you’ve ever met?’, with a dramatic flip of his hair

remus just chuckled and replied, ‘that’s why I love you.’

remus didn’t even realise he’d said it out loud until he saw sirius staring at him with a dropped jaw.

then remus panicked, but before he could get up and leave, sirius grinned and said it back.

and then they kissed, obviously

remus may be tough and sarcastic and sirius may be proud and overconfident but they’re both big softies really

remus cheers sirius on at every single quidditch practice, come rain or shine

he says he’s just supporting his boyfriend, but secretly he thinks Sirius looks really good in that quidditch jersey

remus loves it when sirius wears eyeliner. no reason. just looks cool.

literally everyone had a bet on when they would get together. minnie and dumbledore, james and pete, lily and marlene, james and lily, james and dorcas...

james likes betting

there are frequent updates on their relationship in the staff room, because all of the teachers just know they're meant to be

the teachers had a field day when they first got together

madam pomfrey, especially, always sees them together in the hospital wing, and by fourth year, is their no1 shipper

they both get frequent nightmares, and will always comfort each other and cuddle after because they feel safe in each other’s arms.

literally the least toxic relationship ever. they’re both incredibly honest with each other, always talk to each other about how they feel, but also have that perfect balance of banter

if not soulmates, why moon and stars??

[ladyteacups]

Experienced

GIF NOT MINE

Summary: Smut with a hit of plot... idk how much more you want.

A/N: I hope this don’t suck. I don’t write much smut but I was just inspired I guess. Some language is offensive probably so... don’t like it, don’t read it. I only read through it once so.. idk man. I just wanted to share.

Warnings: It’s dirty smut my guy. age gap. cursing, and again offensive language. don’t like, don’t read. unrequited crush. bad spelling, sorry I didn’t wanna spellcheck. breeding kink. gettin dirty in public.

Y/N was practically drooling on the training mat as she lay on her belly, her cheek propped up against her hand. Her best friend was right next to her, in the same position. They unintentionally gawked openly.

“He’s so beautiful,” Danny commented next to her.

Y/N nodded her agreement as Bucky’s muscles flexed with each rep he did.

“I wanna pull his hair so bad,” she said back.

Danny sighed. “You think he likes that kinda thing? Like… rough?”

Y/N nodded so fast she feared whiplash. “A hundred percent.” Her gaze shifted to Danny and it was returned at the admission.

“I bet he could really break me in, ya know what I mean?”

They both looked at him as he switched to pull ups. His back faced them and they both gasped at the scratches scattered across his back.

Danny giggled. “Some lucky girl really enjoyed herself.”

Y/N had to admit her jealousy. She wanted to be the one to put those marks on his skin. To give him a reminder of their passion.

“What I wouldn’t give to put my own mark on him.”

Y/N looked over at Danny with a smirk. “Where would you put it?” She wiggled her brows at her.

Danny blushed slightly. “Right on his-

“Hey guys.”

They both looked up to see Peter walking over. Reluctantly they wiped at the drool and stood to meet him.

“Hey Pete. What’s up?”

Peter answered Danny’s greeting but Y/N was still lost in Bucky’s heaving chest as he sipped his water and sent her a wink.

Good. Lord. Her face tinted pink, but he just went right back to work. Arms and pecs day, she noticed.. Nice.

“Y/N, did you hear me?”

Her gaze snapped back to Peter.

“Huh?”

He looked nervous.

“I said, me, Ned, and his girlfriend are all going to the carnival in town. I asked if you wanted to go?”

She nodded absentmindedly. “Uh, sure Pete. Sounds good.”

He smiled brightly but she was hardly paying him any mind. Her eyes were trained on Bucky’s arms, and wait a second.. Was that a tattoo she caught sight of? Swoon. Y/N wondered what it was. Something hot probably. Like a skull, or a spider, ooh or a pinup girl that looks an awful lot like her somehow.

“Cool so I’ll text you the deets.”

Peter’s smile was bright and drew her attention back. She just nodded.

When he walked off and Y/N expected her and Danny to go back to talking about the sexy man grunting as he lifted weights. Heavy weights. Like twice her body weight kind of weights. Damn, now she’s wondering what else the serum gave him.

“Y/N, why did you just agree to a date with Peter when you know you’re not into him?”

Y/N shook her head. “It’s not a date.”

“Uh, yes it is. A double date actually.”

“Well so what? Agreeing to go out doesn’t make him my boyfriend.”

Danny wanted to press the issue. She knew Peter was crushing hard on Y/N, but she wouldn’t look twice at him. He wasn’t nearly old enough to catch her eye. But Y/N was right. Plus maybe indulging the kid would make him see that Y/N wasn’t the one for him.

“Just don’t let him get his hopes up.”

Y/N agreed and they took a break from Bucky watch to go see a movie.

 Y/N returned a little later than expected. Her head was thrown back in laughter as she walked down the hall. Her attention fully on the phone call she was currently engaging in with her friend Matt.

“No way if I had the balls to seduce somebody I’d wear the little black number hiding in my closet. I think I’d die if anyone saw me in it though. Could you imagine me showing off my ugly birthmark? I don’t think so.”

Matt laughed and said something back, but she wasn’t paying attention anymore.

Bucky Barnes stepped into her path quick and quiet. She nearly stumbled, and hurried Matt off the phone when she saw the look in Bucky’s eyes.

Sticking the phone in her pocket she stood straight as a rod under Bucky’s scrutinizing gaze. He smirked at her after he looked her over.

“Well Y/L/N, how’d you enjoy your movie?”

She got the faintest impression that he didn’t actually give a shit, but she didn’t want to leave him.

“It was really funny. I’m already ready to see it again.”

“That’s great.” He looked her over again and asked suddenly, “So… this birthmark… where’s it at?”

She blushed deeply.

“Because, I’ve never seen one and I know I’ve seen plenty of your bare skin before.”

“Well it’s. Ya know. I- that’s personal.” She crossed her arms.

He wanted to laugh at her upset expression. Damn she’s cute.

“I guess I’ll have to find it then.”

Before she knew it, Bucky had grabbed her shirt and pulled her flush to him as he attacked her lips with a hunger she never witnessed before.

His hands roamed her belly, just above the hem of her skirt and she pulled him closer.

“Not here,” he said without looking.

Y/N shook her head, agreeing with him. Nope, definitely not there.

His hands moved upwards, caressing just below the wire of her bra.

She wrapped her leg around his waist, pulling him closer. She felt his hardness through his sweatpants, and she was suddenly thankful for the skirt. She grinded her core against him and he growled into her mouth, “not here either.”

She wanted to laugh. Y/N was sure she was gonna like this game.

He cupped one breast through her bra. “Maybe here?”

He pulled it down to play with her tits. Teasing one nipple, then the other.

She moaned against him when he dipped his tongue into her hot mouth. She groaned out his name when he pressed their lower halves together harder. Then she pulled away completely.

He wasn’t even panting but she was sure she looked a mess. She straightened her shirt.

She could still taste it on her tongue. Meeting his questioning look she said clearly, “Bucky you’re drunk.”

He shook his head. “Angel I only had a little, it’s fine.”

He tried to pull her back to him but she resisted. His pout made her melt a little but she wouldn’t do this.

“I’m going to bed. Goodnight Bucky.”

And she walked past him without hearing if he replied or not.

At least she got one thing though. The tattoo was a bird.

 Y/N couldn’t stop thinking of her brief moment with Bucky in the hallway. His hands touching her, tugging her, teasing her. Fuck. That’s it! She was completely fucked. She needed to get him out of her system. Y/N was sure that would work. Indulge a little and everything will go back to equilibrium.

She painted on her lip gloss and waited for Peter.

He was taking her out tonight for a double date with his friends and Y/N wasn’t sure how to act. She didn’t exactly mean to agree to a date but she did it.

She stepped back for a final look when she heard the knock at her door. Cute and not too flirty. Hopefully safe.

Y/N opened the door expecting Peter but coming face to chest with Bucky Barnes.

“James! What are you doing here?”

He looked her over. “Going out?”

“Uh, yeah. Peter’s taking me to the carnival tonight.”

He nodded as he eyed her sexy black heels.

Peter walked up just then and Bucky was quick to excuse himself. He disappeared quickly, leaving the two alone.

Pete certainly looked excited as they walked the carnival grounds together. He was a perfect gentleman. He offered his coat when he thought she shivered. He rode the ferris wheel with her. He even stayed with her when the ride threatened to make her sick. She really hated heights.

When the four of them sat down to eat, she realized she liked Peter and his friends. They were nice. Not quite her crowd, but they were sweet. She laughed at all of Ned and Peter’s jokes and Ned’s girlfriend told her where she got her really cute top. It was all going pretty ok.

Y/N hoped she wasn’t getting Peter’s hopes up. She really did like him just… not like that.

When Y/N decided she wanted to ride the roller coaster, Peter had to opt out. He almost looked sick so she didn’t push or tease him.

She stood in line and waited till the gate opened. She took a seat in the back but wasn’t expecting someone to get in right behind her.

Y/N looked up into Bucky’s beautiful eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, leaning in to whisper, “I was wondering about the little black number in your closet.”

He looked thoughtful. “Come to think of it, I still haven’t found that birthmark either.”

She sighed. Y/N had been embarrassed enough that he kissed her because he was drunk, without needing the reminder of her birthmark.

“Are you asking me where it is?”

He shrugged. “I thought you were having fun letting me find it.”

Just then the cars lurched forward. She hadn’t even noticed the guy come around to check on everyone.

“I don’t remember you actually looking. More like feeling me up in the hall.”

Bucky chuckled. His hand wrapped around her and his fingers brushed lightly over her neck. Shivers traveled through her body at his touch.

She thought for a moment about how big he felt pressed against her center. He was definitely hung. That much she could tell. Remembering his thickness had her biting her lip.

She nearly forgot Bucky was right here next to her until he grabbed her chin, made her face him, and kissed her.

Y/N stuttered briefly. Her thoughts interrupted and her panties dampening seemed to be exactly what he wanted.

Before she could collect herself, his hand started up her skirt. She bit his lip almost painfully and he growled at her. His hand went higher, caressing her soft skin and moving towards the treasure between her legs.

“You were right angel.” His voice was husky at her ear. “I do like it rough.”

It took two seconds for him to reach her panties, yank them down and plunge two fingers into her heat. She gasped and gripped his arm as he felt her insides.

One hand was removing her panties from her ankles and placing them in his pocket, while the other was torturing her slowly.

The roller coaster stopped climbing and zipped down the first big dive.

Y/N moaned against his mouth like she had the night before in the hall. “You don’t think I’m too young?”

He blinked at her, his fingers halting for a moment.

“What, you think I’m too old?” He questioned her.

She shook her head and he gladly resumed pleasuring her.

“No. I think it’s so hot. An older man touching me. Knowing exactly what he wants. Teaching me just how he wants his cock sucked.”

Bucky groaned. “Angel you can’t talk about sucking cock with that sinful mouth of yours or I’ll explode.”

“Just like that Bucky.” She encouraged his movements and tried to meet his pumping hand. “Feels so good. Are you this good with your tongue too?”

He smirked. “You wanna ride my tongue Baby? You want me to make you see stars as you cum all over my face?”

His fingers hit that spot and she was nearly there. Just a bit more.

“Fuck James. I love the way you talk.”

“You like it dirty honey?”

She moaned out a, “yes,” before he continued.

He stuck his metal fingers in her open mouth and ordered her to suck. “Get ‘em nice and wet baby.”

She did as she was told and sucked his fingers. She swirled her tongue over the plates in his hand and he tried to hold back the feelings that surfaced.

He pulled his fingers from her mouth and gave them a lick before he brought them down to her heat, flicking them across her clit.

Y/N’s orgasm hit instantly and Bucky was quick to capture her lips and swallow every moan she let out. He was absolutely relentless. Even as she came down he finger fucked her sensitive hole. Y/N clutched his arm, her nails digging in as she begged him to stop. Bucky could only smile, pulling his fingers from her and licking them clean of her cum. Her blush was bright and he faintly heard her yelp. Lord help him, he wanted this girl again and again.

“I’m taking you home with me,” he said as the ride slowed.

She was looking around and snapped her head up to look at him. “Bucky my panties are gone.”

“I’ll get you new ones. Come on.”

He pulled her from the car and she fixed her skirt to not give wondering eyes a show. She was still eyeing the ground around the coaster, but Bucky was looking at the picture from the ride. His laugh distracted her from the search and her eyes went wide when she saw what he was looking at.

Y/N’s face pink, her eyes lusty, and her mouth open in shock, as Bucky sat next to her tasting his fingers. The fingers that were knuckle deep inside her seconds before.

She stared at the picture for a long second, studying the look on Bucky’s face as he looked at her. Damn if he isn’t the sexiest man she’s ever seen. His soulful eyes are so beautiful and his smile. She’s such a sucker for a nice smile, and Bucky has the best. She loves his smile. He gave them out freely now, but she cherished each one he offered to just her.

Bucky walked over, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulled her to him. “Come on honey. I’m taking you to my bed.”

She let him lead her to the car but couldn’t help asking. “What are you gonna do with me?”

Bucky chuckled. “I’m gonna spread ya open, eat my fill of your wet pussy, and fuck a baby in you.”

She nearly tripped at his words. Fucking hell.

A fresh wave of arousal hits her and she silently curses her missing panties for not being there to keep her thighs clean.

The car ride was silent. Bucky’s fist clenching the wheel and Y/N’s leg bouncing in anticipation. She quickly made an excuse to Peter over text to keep herself somewhat busy. She felt bad. Peter deserved more and she knew that, but she couldn’t bring herself to care when she had Bucky next to her.

Arriving home was both freighting and exhilarating. She was biting her tongue to stop the shy grin when he opened the door for her and helped her out.

Y/N could hear Seethers ‘Careless whisper’ play in her head like she was in a movie, as she followed him inside and down the hall. The hall they were grinding in just under 24 hours ago. She occupied her mind with assigning a movie to the situation. 50 shades of gray? No… ok, so maybe that’s the only movie she could come up with. Then she tripped over her own feet and the record in her head scratched to a stop. Never mind. She knew exactly which one. Bridget Jones’s Diary.

Bucky turned at the sound of her epic fail and he rushed to help her up. “Jesus doll, you ok?”

She wanted to hide. Briefly she realized the roller coaster should have made her think the movie would be ‘fear’, but she was praying not.

“Yes. Fine, just embarrassed beyond belief.”

He chuckled. “This way babe.”

Damn that sounds good coming from him.

He opened the door and Y/N turned to look at the empty hallway. She imagined that it was the blue pill. She could leave and not let Bucky ruin her for any other man… or. She could take the leap and hope her amateur sex skills make him fall in love. decisions, decisions.

“You coming?”

She could hear the innuendo drip from his sexy full lips and she gulped that red pill down like she promised herself she’d do to his cock later.

When the door closed behind her, she heard the lock click in place and she turned to him. He pulled his jacket from his muscled body, and ordered her with one word.

“Strip.”

She only hesitated for a second but he still gave her a stern look. She stripped her clothes and waited for further instructions.

“Get on the bed beautiful and show me that pink cunt.”

She was quick this time. Nearly jumping on his bed and looking at him as she spread her legs for his perusal . He looked so long she wanted to close them again, but his shoulders were holding them open just as the thought crossed her mind.

His tongue touched her center before she could blink and she threw her head back. The sound was obscene as he licked and sucked her clit like he wanted to bruise her. His fingers were quick to resume their previous job of occupying her empty hole.

Y/N gripped his hair. It was all she could do seeing as his arm was holding her down. She was screaming his name and she could tell he loved the sounds. His tongue and fingers worked harder with each meaningful moan.

“Give it to me,” he commanded her.

And how can you argue with that? Right when she came seeing stars and chest heaving, Bucky reached into his pocket and pulled her panties out for her to see.

“James you- Holy shit!”

Bucky lapped at her, collecting every drop of cum and groaning at her taste. “I’m gonna have you like this at least two more times before I smack your ass as you leave my room.”

She snatched her panties from him when he laughed at her angry face.

“It’s not funny Buck. Who knows who got to see whats up my skirt.”

“Me, and that’s all that matters. And you’re not keeping those either.”

She wanted to argue but he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He seemed to not give a single fuck as he pulled his dick out. He didn’t even care enough to finish taking his clothes off.

His shirt was wrapped tightly around his muscled chest, his jeans were just under his ass, and his biker boots were still laced up. Damn she felt like a five dollar whore and she wondered why she loved it. She considered briefly, asking him if he had five dollars. She’d accept her panties back as payment though. They came from the bargain bin and she’s pretty sure it was around five.

“You on the pill?” He questioned her, and she thanked god that the answer was, “Yes.”

“Good, cause I’m about to turn you into my own personal cum slut.”

And he sunk into her. Spreading her wet heat to his size and groaning at the tightness.

“Damn girl. Does all young pussy feel like this or just the ones that come with such fantastic tits?”

He hammered his point home by grabbing her tits and teasing the nipple. Sucking one into his mouth, he made her nearly cum again.

“I love the way you talk to me Bucky.” His hips started a smooth rhythm. “Makes me wanna give you all my holes to use up.”

He bit her nipple and gave her harsher thrusts. “Doesn’t matter if you give ‘em to me baby. I’m gonna take whatever I want from you.” He pulled one leg up to lay on his shoulder. “When I get done with this pussy, and I ain’t nearly there yet, I’m gonna see how soft and hot you pretty mouth is. I want that lipstick staining my shaft when I get done fucking your lips.”

She sent a thank you to her best friend for talking her out of liquid lipstick tonight, because damn she wanted to see that too.

“Fucking hell honey. You’re so tight I might cum already.”

“Don’t you dare leave me like this.”

He laughed. “Two orgasms and you get demanding? I’m gonna have to watch out for you.”

He pulled out, flipped her over, pulled her ass up and plunged back in.

“There’s that birthmark,” he laughed out loud seeing the patch of dark skin like a splatter of paint hit her ass. Sure enough right on her left ass cheek was a birthmark. Bucky wanted to kiss the cute mark but he held back. Choosing instead to give it a smack with a big ol’ grin on his face.

She decided to ignore that comment, and her pink cheeks, when he started to move inside her again. His thrusts were bruising and he grabbed her hair into a ponytail to pull her back on his cock. Her back arched when he pulled her hair. She was god damn loving it. The stretch, the way his balls slapped her, and most of all the fucking dirty words he was spouting.

“You look like a bitch in heat right now, letting me fuck you like animal.”

“Bucky,” she groaned into the air and she felt the release creeping up. “I’m so close James. Please let me have it.”

He was stretching her like never before and the pulse of his hips against hers was mind numbing. She could stay like this forever. Letting James fill her over and over. She’d happily be his breeding mare if he just kept fucking her like this.

He smacked her on the ass again and she didn’t wait for permission. She came with a loud scream and a fresh surge of cum coating his cock. Bucky fucked her through it then pulled out and pulled her hair to position her just how he wanted.

“Push those sexy tits together baby. I want my load right there.”

Y/N did as she was told, pressing her breasts together and up for him to fuck. And he did just that. Fucking her tits till he emptied his balls on her face, and breasts. She was all painted up like a freshly fucked cock slut and he wanted to take a picture, to keep under his pillow.

“I thought you said you were gonna fuck a baby in me,” she questioned as she sucked his cum from her fingers like he had earlier in the night.

“We got all night little girl.”

He began to strip (finally) but stopped to pull something from his pocket.

“That means we can talk about how you shouldn’t gossip about how someone fucks when they’re in the room with you.” She blushed. “And… we can also figure out where to hang this.”

When he unfolded the paper and showed her the picture from the carnival, of him savoring her cum on his fingers, she exploded into laughter. She was relaxed now. Feeling comfortable with him enough to let go of the embarrassment.

He bought the damn picture. She couldn’t believe it.

“You could have told us you heard us you asshole. And I know exactly where that picture is going.”

“And ruin all the fun?”

He was nearly bare before her. His shirt gone, boots off, and jeans around his ankles. She faintly caught a glimpse of that tattoo again.

“Tell me where it’s going honey.”

She only smiled a devious smile.

[evendeadlmthehero]

The Five Year Promise: Time Heist (8/10)

Summary: Y/N Stark, 20 year old superhero, makes a promise with a 16 year old Peter Parker after being cheated on, that if she hasn’t found love in the next 5 years, they’d finally go on a date. Then the snap happens. Y/N is gone and Peter isn’t.

Warnings: Angst, swearing

The Five Year Promise Masterlist

Based on the events of Avengers: Endgame (2023)

Peter sat down on the roof top as he watched the sun slowly set. He was wearing the white suit that Tony had called ‘Quantum’ suits. It wasn’t similar to yours. Your’s shot quantum energy, healed you and allowed you to fly. This suit was just to help them go back in time.

Back in time, Peter kept thinking in his head. Back to the past, to what he used to be. He didn’t know if he could do it. He obviously agreed to, but he didn’t know if he could emotionally handle the situation. The wind blew back his now long hair, strands in front of his face reaching just below his eye.

He heard the door open behind him, turning to see a familiar red-headed women walk out. He heard about her, seen pictures, seen her fight, but had never actually spoken to her. He knew that you never stopped talking about her. She was like your mother, your Aunt and your bestest and closest friend.

She smiled at him, wearing the same suit as him. Peter instinctively pulled down the sleeve of his suit, trying to cover the tattoos on his arms from sight. Before, Peter never really cared about how he looked. But coming back to the Avengers facility made him self conscious. Like he was finally answering for his sins.

She walked over before she sat next to him, clasping her hands as she too looked over at the sunset. “Peter right?”

Peter nodded, not knowing what to say to the assassin. She was scary, but at the same time held a motherly sense in her. Natasha smiled at herself, her black widow training allowed her to see someone’s emotions.

“You know Peter, Y/N always spoke about you in her letters to me,” Natasha spoke, making Peter’s ears perk up, his attention now on the Romanoff female. She then laughed, mimicking your voice. “‘Nat, you would love Peter!’ she would always say. She’d talk about how smart you are, how attentive and thoughtful you are. But you know what she loved the most about you?”

“What?” Peter gulped, afraid that what ever you loved about him was gone now. He had changed, and maybe you didn’t want the new him. The broken him. The one that killed. The old Peter would’ve gagged at the thought of killing someone. The new Peter wouldn’t think twice.

“That you were fighter,” Natasha replied back, nodding at him. “Point is, no matter who you were and what you’ve become, Y/N will stick by you. And I know this because I’ve seen the letters. She writes as if it’s a novel. She writes to me with her heart as soon as she mentions your name. Someone like that doesn’t give up on the person she loves that easily.”

“You think she loves me?” Peter’s voice croaked as he looked down at his hands. His voice was full of hope, like that’s all he wanted to hear. For five years, it had been lonely for Peter. For five years, Peter was deprived of love. He had no one. Not the motherly touch of his Aunt, the brotherly love of his best friend or the romantic feeling of a women.

“I know so. Why else would she have given you that watch?” Natasha spoke, looking at his watch. Of course you had told Natasha about the watch. You told her everything. From when you got your first period, to when you gave Peter the watch. She knew everything about you.

Peter smiled a little bit for the first time in years. He then looked at Natasha, letting out a sigh. “She also spoke about you. A lot. She looks up to you. She thinks of you as a mother.”

“I know. I thought I’d never have a child, and then there she was,” Natasha trailed off somenly, letting out a laugh as she shook her head. She then looked down at the fields of grass that covered the facility. “She came into my life. It was like life was giving me a secound chance at having my own daughter. My only regret was not staying with her when the Avengers broke up.”

Peter let out a sigh, his turn to shake his head. “We’ve got a shot now to get everyone back. No do overs. We have to get it right or we’re fucked.”

Natasha nodded, getting up to dust her suit. “Cap and Scott to 2012 for the tesseract. Thor and rocket to Asgard for the reality stone. Clint and I to Vormir. Rhoudey and Nebula to 2014. And Tony and you to 2015 for the mind stone. Easy.”

“Yeah,” Peter spoke, scratching his beard as he stood up. “Easy.”

-

“Five years ago, we lost. All of us. We lost friends, we lost family, we lost a part of ourselves,” Steve spoke, glancing at all the team members, his eyes lingering on Tony and Natasha. “Today, we have a chance to take it all back. You know your teams, you know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. One round trip each. No mistakes. No do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know. But it doesn't mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives. And we're gonna win. Whatever it takes. Good luck.”

Rocket laughed, smiling. “He’s pretty good at that.”

“Right?” Scott spoke, looking like an excited puppy.

“All right. You heard the man,” Tony spoke, now determined more than ever to get his daughter back. “Stroke those keys, jolly green.”

Natasha smiled at Steve excitedly. The girl was estatic, hopeful that she might get everyone back. That she might get you back. “See you in a minute.”

Steve smiles at her warmly. He knew how much this meant to her. They all then shrunk as they entered the Quantum Realm. They all split at different intervals, going to a different place at a different time in history.

Peter felt a rush of strong wind, flashing lights and his whole body felt like elastic before finally stopping. He let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding in. He felt a bit dizzy from entering the quantum realm, before looking around. “W-where are we exactly?”

Peter was now in a lab coat, looking like a Stark worker. Tony however was in his Ironman suit, as he can just pretend to be his past self rather than someone else. After all, he did technically own the building.

Tony walked over to him, looking around the place in fondness. “The Avenger’s Tower, New York. We had just gotten back from a Hydra Base after being attacked by Wanda and her brother.”

“Where’s the mind stone?” Peter asked, his height now towering over Tony’s. Tony shook his head, giving Peter the suitcase.

“Here,” Tony spoke, as Peter grabbed the suitcase. He looked at Tony confusedly, not knowing why the suitcase was given to him. “Y/N’s upstairs looking at the stone right now. She’s about to create ultron.”

“Wait, Y/N created Ultron?” Peter asked, now even more confused. “I thought you were the one that created Ultron.”

“I lied,” Tony bit the bottom of his lip, before letting out a sigh. “I didn’t want anyone to blame her. And it wasn’t hard to blame me since I’m always the crazy one with visions. But truth is, Wanda made her see the future. She was the one who saw Thanos coming.”

“Then what did you see?” Peter had asked, making Tony’s face turn to anguish. He looked around, trying to avoid Peter’s eyes. “Tony?”

“I- I saw Y/N turn into dust. Listen Pete, I can’t do it. I’ll probably end up ruining this whole goddamn mission if I see her. I’ll try to distract the others, including myself from going upstairs. But you need to go get the stone. She hasn’t met you yet,” Tony explained, making Peter nod before turning into the direction that was your previous lab.

He walked down up the stairs, trying hard not to be seen or heard. He then opened the door of the floor that contained the labs and started walking down the corridor quietly.

“C’mon beefcakes, party starts in three hours, get yourselves ready!” He heard Tony speak. Peter quickly hid inside a room, careful not to be seen. He then saw a previous Tony walk down with both a 2015 Steve and Thor. “Especially you goldilocks, you’re gonna need 3 hours just for your hair.”

“You misgardians are foolish,” Thor spoke, while pushing back his hair as Peter watched them walk down the cooridor. “Us beings are born with hair as silky and smooth as the backquaters of a newborn. We do not require your earthly practices to look presentable.”

Peter watched as they took the elevator and walked back out as he saw the doors close. He then straightened his lab coat before finally reaching the Lab. There was no one in it. Peter took a deep breath, before opening the door and walking inside.

Loki’s sceptre was held by what looking like an energy clasp. Peter smiled, walking over it and ready to grab it before a voice stopped him.

“And exactly what do you think you’re doing?” He heard a familiar voice say. In particularly, your familiar voice. He felt his heart drop and his voice stuck in his throat. His body was frozen from shock from the sound of your voice, unable to turn around. “Are you gonna talk or am I gonna have to get security to escort you out?”

“No!” Peter yelled, trying to focus back into his previous mission, which was to get back the stones. He had to save future you, not past you. He had to focus. He turned around, his eyes finally finding yours. You looked a bit young, which was expected as you were only 18. Your hair was a bit straighter than it is in the future and your skin was paler.

“Then what exactly are you doing here?” You spoke, taking a step forward. Who were also donning a lab coat with a black singlet and jeans. Peter gulped, trying to come up with a explanation.

“I need the stone,” Peter confessed, making you scrunch your eyebrows up. You looked at him like he was an idiot. A guy who you didn’t know just wanted to come here and take the stone. “F-for something.”

“Are you kidding me? For something?” You mocked him, before walking passed him and near the spectre. “Leave. Now. Before I escort you out myself and-“

“I’m Peter,” He spoke, his eyes glistening with tears. He needed to tell you. He couldn’t lie to you. That’s the one thing in his entire life that Peter couldn’t do; lie to you. And he also needed to talk you. He missed you so goddamn much. For five years, he only ever wanted this. “You don’t know me, b-but you will.”

“Who the fuck are you-“

“I’m from 2023,” Peter spoke, making your eyes widened, looking at him like he was some sort of lunatic. “And I need the stone, because the fate of the world depends on it. I just need to grab it and I’ll give it back, I promise.”

“And why would I believe some random tatted adult in a lab coat who I haven’t even met?” You spoke, crossing your arms. “How do I know you’re from the future?”

“Because I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to create a shield around the earth. You’re trying to create Ultron,” he spoke, his lips in the break of quivering from the adrenalin rush of seeing you again. He was also trying not to give away too much from the future. “It’s also your birthday today. And every year your father does the planning, Natasha gets you jewellery, Thor tells you an Asguardian story, Bruce gets you tools for your lab, Steve gets you little paintings and Clint bakes you a cake.”

Your mouth was wide opened, now alert. This guy was either telling the truth or he was a threat who knew everything about you. But Ultron? Only you knew about Ultron. “How do you know all this?”

“B-because I-I’m or will be, your friend,” Peter’s voice cracked, feeling like he was a teenager again. He looked down, now playing with his fingers. Your eyes squinted, taking in his appearance. He looked a tad older than you but if he was from 2023, then you were way older than him.

“Let’s say I believe you and you’re actually from the future,” you started, slowly starting to believe him. You walked over to him, now looking at him face to face. “If you wanted the stone, why couldn’t my past self get it herself?”

Peter’s fiddling with his fingers stopped, a lump now present in his throat. He shook his head, looking at the wall next to your right. His eyes started to well up before one tear left. He quickly wiped it before sniffing, his hands now trembling. “I- I can’t-“

“It’s fine,” you spoke, feeling how much this guy had cared about future you. You could tell he had missed you, even though you did not know who he was. You didn’t want to find out what had happened to you or what will happen to the future.

Peter kept sniffing even though there was no more tears. He then had went quiet, a silence befallen you guys both. He had looked like he had it rough, you had thought. And by the way he was avoiding eye contact, it looked like it was because of you. “Do- do you want a hug, Peter?”

Peter’s eyes widened, his heart beating rapidly. You looked at him with a smile, trying your best to make him feel better. Whatever happened to you took a toll on him, and if your past-self can help him smile, then of course you’d do that. Peter nodded, letting out a little sob as he walked over to you and embraced you.

“I’m sorry- I’m so sorry Y/N,” Peter sobbed out as you rubbed his back, not understanding why he was apologising but happy to comfort him. “I- I’m so so sorry. I miss you so much, so fucking much.”

“Hey, Hey it’s fine,” you spoke out, not knowing what you were forgiving him for. “Everything’s fine-“

All the sudden, Peter felt you go limp his arms. He was confused at first, feeling you get heavier by the secound. He pulled back from the hug only to see unconscious, a dart on your neck.

He looked up to see who had thrown the dart at you, only to see an angry looking Stark man. He had his fist pointed towards you, where the dart had left his suit. He shook his head at Peter, letting out a scoff. “You can’t just tell people your from the damn future Parker! You know what that can do?”

“I-I couldn’t lie okay,” Peter defended himself, slowly placing her on the floor as he faced Tony. “I saw her and all the sudden, I felt like I was 16 again. Not the man I am today but the man I was before. And- and I just couldn’t. I couldn’t.”

Tony let out a sigh, shaking his head as he walked over to Loki’s spectre and grabbing it. “It’s fine. Lets just get out of here before I come in which is in about 5 minutes. Hopefully Y/N thinks this was all a dream.”

Peter nodded, glancing at you who was sleeping soundly on the floor. He smiled at you, getting down to move a hair strand from your face. He then heard his and Tony’s watch beep, indicating that it was time to head back to the Avenger’s compound.

Their bodies were sucked back into the Quantum Realm, multiple lights and colours surrounding the Parker boy. He felt the familiar nauseating feeling before his feet landed on a solid surface.

Peter let out a deep breath, smiling excitedly as he looked around. Everyone had the stones. They did it. They actually managed to pull it off. His smile then faltered when he didn’t see Natasha. “Where- where’s Nat?”

The silence from Clint tells them all they need to know. The mission was completed but at a dire cost. Sadness overtakes everyone. Bruce falls to his knees and pounds the floor in grief.

Peter gulps, sadness consuming his body. She was right next to him. A few moments ago, Natasha was right next to him. She was all giddy and happy to finally get you back. But now?

She was never going to see you come back.

-

Peter looked around, watching all the Avengers mourn the red headed warrior. He didn’t know her much, but he knew she was loved. An assassin who turned out to be a caring, motherly and leader figure.

The sun set along the horizon as the Avengers looked out into the sunset. A tear escaped Steve’s face as he looked down at his hands. Peter was upset, but he wasn’t crying. He didn’t know her all to well. But he knew he didn’t have the heart to let you know if you come back.

“Did, um,” Peter begun, brushing his hair back as he looked at Tony and then to the lake. “Did she have a family”

“Yeah,” Tony spoke, his voice cracking as he shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes. “Us. Y/N. Wanda. Even Vision.”

“You're acting like she's dead. Why are we acting like she's dead?” Thor got up, tears welling up in his eyes as he paced around the room, shaking his head in denial. “We have the stones, right? As long as we have the stones, Cap, we can bring her back, isn't that right? So stop this shit. We're the Avengers, get it together.”

Clint stared at the ground solemnly, his voice lacking emotion. “We can't get her back.”

“Wha- what?” Thor laughed bitterly, now stopping in front of Clint. Tony shook his head, getting up to stand away from the commotion. He had lost a friend, a sister. She may have betrayed him, but he knew that deep down she would die for him. For the whole world. And it was proven today the lengths that Natasha would go through for Humanity.

“It can't be undone. It can't.”

“I'm sorry. No offense, but you're a very earthly being. Okay?” Thor spoke, as Peter watched the God’s way of dealing with grief. “We're talking about space magic. And "can't" seems very definitive don't you think?”

“Look, I know that I'm way outside my paygrade here,” Clint spoke, his voice rising from anger as he too stood up. “But she still isn't here, is she?”

“Now, that’s my point isn’t it-“

“-It can't- be undone. Or that's at least what the, great floating guy had to say,” Clint shouted, his face turning red from anger. “Maybe you wanna go talk to him? Okay? Go grab your hammer, and you go fly and you talk to him.”

Clint's anger is quickly replaced with grief as he slowly sits back down. “It was supposed to be me. She sacrificed her life for that goddamned stone. She bet her life on it so that Y/N would come back.”

In a burst of anger, Bruce grabs a bench and hurls it clear across the lake. His anger spent, he turns to the others with a resigned look on his face. “She's not coming back. We have to make it worth it. We have to.”

Steve stood up, a determined look on his face as he looked at all the Avengers, including Peter who was quiet in the whole ordeal.

“We will.”

-

“Alright, gloves ready,” Rocket spoke, making Peter’s ears perk up. He had changed into his old Iron-spider suit that Tony had to adjust to fit his now taller and bulkier frame. “Question is, who’s gonna wield it.”

Peter looked around for any volunteers. He saw Thor get up, a smile on his face as he approached Rocket. “I'll do it.”

“Excuse me?” Scott asked, looking confusedly. Thor mustn’t been serious, Scott had thought. He’s mental health has been too damaged for him to wield the gauntlet.

“It's okay.”

“No, no, no,” Tony spoke as everyone else held Thor back. Peter watched behind the sidelines, rubbing his beard. It was a bad habit he had. “Whoa. Stop. Stop. Wait a sec. Hey, hey.”

“Wait, wait, wait, Thor, just wait,” Steve spoke, holding Thor back. “We haven't decided who's gonna put that on yet.”

“Oh, I'm sorry,” Thor scoffed, shaking his head at Steve. “What, were you just sitting around waiting for the right opportunity?”

“We should at least discuss it,” Scott spoke up, looking at the Norse God.

“Look, us sitting here staring at that thing is not gonna bring everybody back,” Thor shot back, trying to walk over to the gauntlet. “I'm the strongest Avenger, okay? So this responsibility falls upon me. It's my duty.”

“It's not that-“

“Stop it! Just let me-“ Thor yelled at Tony, his voice stopping as his eyes teared up. “Just let me do it. Just let me do something good. Something great.”

“Look,” Tony spoke, grabbing Thor gently by the shoulders. “It's not just the fact that that glove is channeling enough energy to light up a continent, I'm telling you you're in no condition.”

“You saw what those stones did to Thanos. It almost killed him. None of you could survive,” Bruce begun speaking, moving forward. “The radiation's mostly gamma. It's like- uh, I was made for this.”

Bruce picks up the gauntlet carefully as everyone was watching him. It was an eerie feeling was being generated within the room. Bruce could die today from snapping his fingers.

Worse, what if half the population couldn’t be brought back? What if they’re really dead? All these hope that was brought back in Peter’s life. His Aunt, Ned and you. If all of you didn’t come back, Peter wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

He had prayed that the hope given to him manifests.

“You remember everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago and just bringing them back to now, today,” Tony spoke as he watched Bruce look at the gauntlet in anticipation. “Don’t change the past 5 years. F.R.I.D.A.Y., do me a favor and activate Protocol 8.”

Peter watched as the Avengers facility goes on lockdown. Metal covers shields the windows, doors are immediately locked and the room he was standing in was now darker than it was before. Bruce looked intently at the Gauntlet, his face now determined. “Everybody comes home.”

Bruce puts on the gauntlet and the power surge overwhelms him. He grunts in pain, his veins now on display in multiple colours of the infinity stones.

“Take it off. Take it off!” Thor yelled at his long time best friend.

“No, wait,” Steve cut him off, running over towards the green giant. “Bruce, are you okay?”

“I'm okay. I'm okay.”

Thor gives a double thumbs up, making Peter roll his eyes at him. He continued watching as Bruce screamed, fighting through the intense pain coursing through his body courtesy of the gauntlet, and manages to snap his fingers. He faints and the gauntlet slides off his arm. Clint kicks it away like it was a toy.

The Avengers run towards Bruce whilst Peter gets up from his position. He looks around, to see if anything looked different, even though he was inside. “Did it work?”

Peter suddenly feels his phone vibrate. He was confused at first, as no one had his phone number after the snap. His eyes widened, his body went cold as he read the name. He pressed answer, his voice stuttering. “H-hello?”

“Peter! Where have you been!” He heard his Aunt’s angry voice yell at him. “The principal called, said you left the school trip! Peter I get you’re Spider-Man but please, let me know where you’re going next time!”

A tear left his eye, quickly wiping it away as he nodded. “O-okay.”

“Guys!” Scott yells as Peter ends the call and puts it back on the table, his hands still shaking from the ordeal. It had worked. His Aunt was back, and you and Ned are also possibly back as well. “I think it worked!”

Peter let out a smile, before the hairs on his arm stood up, faltering the smile. His eyes widened, feeling the missle hurdling towards them before running over and covering Clint with his body.

Peter felt his body go hot as he fell down below the ground. His body hit a rough surface, before Clint’s body had toppled on top of him. Clint was human, he needed the extra protection he could get.

Peter groaned, looking around. Water was quickly trinkling around him. The gauntlet laid right beside him and Clint looked like he was in shock. Peter closed his eyes, knowing there will be a fight that will determine the fate of all mankind.

Whether or not his hope will manifest.

[jeannereames]

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I don’t necessarily post a lot about myself, and I’m not sure most people care that much. Ha. But all right, I’ll play along:

1. the meaning behind my url.   It’s my name. Nothing exciting. The name on my actual Tumblr “Mathetria,” means “woman scholar” in ancient Greek.

2. a picture of me   In my profile image.

3. tattoos i have  2: one is the Achemenid royal lion, the other, the Macedonian sunburst. At some point, I’d also like to get a Sargonid lamasu, and not just any, but one specific lamasu detroyed by Isis that used to guard Nineveh. Many of the things they destroyed were copies, but that one was real, so he’ll live on, on me.

4. last time i cried and why  I honestly don’t remember. I’m more inclined to cry in a rage than in sorrow. The last I do remember was as I drove away after my last visit with my father, who was dying. But that was in Feb. of 2017, so I’m sure there’s been something more recent. I just don’t cry a lot. That’s not necessarily recommended, btw.

5. piercings i have  These days, just 2 in each ear, and I think one of the two in each ear have finally closed. I used to have some others in my ears, but it hurt to sleep on the earrings, so I took them out.

6. favorite band  Of all time? Probably the Indigo Girls, followed by India Arie (not a band, granted). But I go through phases, and at the moment, I’ve been listening to a lot of Tool and Godsmack.

7. biggest turn off(s)  If meant romantically, smoking. It’s a visceral “Ick,” for me, as well as a “What the hell are you taking into your body and why?” But it’s not going to make me think less of a person as a human being; I just don’t want to kiss you. LOL. What WILL make me think less of you as a human being is rudeness and unkindness to people in service industries. If I’m eating out with a friend who’s rude to the waitstaff? You just went WAY down in my estimation. So is the person who constantly steals the conversation and can’t shut up and listen to somebody else, ask others questions, or has to one-up everybody else either in successes or in personal struggles, “Oh, you think you have it bad, I had to....” Ugh.

8. top 5 (insert subject=public figures I’d like to have a long conversation with)  Michelle Obama, Rachel Maddow, Anderson Cooper, Pete Buttigieg, Ronan Farrow (since Cokie Roberts died this year).

9. tattoos i want  See #3 above for my lamassu.

10. biggest turn on(s)  Intelligence, I suppose, plus kindness and certain quirky sense of humor, a love of travel and learning

11. age  55

12. ideas of a perfect date  The perfect date isn’t the place, it’s the person.

13. life goal(s)  I’ve achieved some of them: I’m mother to a child who can pay his own bills and is pursuing a job he wants. I’m a professor, I’ve published my Alexander novel (finally), abut I’d like to publish more, and I hope to finish my Hephaistion bio sometime in the next few years and finally see that in print. I’d love it if my fiction took off so I could retire sooner, although I’d probably remain teaching part time because I enjoy it.

14. piercings i want  I’ve got all I want/can deal with

15. relationship status  Single, and have been since, gosh, 2005, formally divorced in 2006. And I’m pretty okay with that. If I found the right person (either gender, btw), I might consider dating somebody, but I’m not actively looking.

16. favorite movie  Too many to make up my mind; same problem with books

17. a fact about my life  I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was in 6th grade and announced to my English teacher that I was going to write a novel about my “bionic cat.” (Yes, it was the mid-70s and the whole “bionic” TV craze.) Instead of laughing, Mrs. Best (I still remember her name) popped over to the board, drew a cat face, and wrote over it, “The Seven-Million Dollar Siamese.” THAT is a great teacher.  Btw, bionic cat novel, written in longhand on lined notebook paper, got exactly 4 pages before I gave up. Ha. I wish I still had it, but it’s lost down the years (that was almost 45 years ago!). I just changed subject matter when, around the same time, The Lord of the Rings ate my life and I became a devoted fantasy fan.

18. phobia  I’m not keen on heights. Or spiders.

19. middle name  My middle name IS the name I go by (Jeanne, pronounced Zhe-anna).

20. anything you want to ask  I assume this means for those reading, if somebody wants to ask me something specific.

[intelligentmiinds]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

repost, don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. Peter Benjamin Parker NICKNAME. Spider-Man, Spidey, Underoos, Pete, Petey GENDER. Male HEIGHT. [ mun has never decided ] AGE. 16 ZODIAC. Libra SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English. In Spanish @ school and knows some Italian because of May

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. Brown EYE COLOR. Brown SKIN TONE. White BODY TYPE. Fucking ripped. But no, really, he’s buff and small at the same time VOICE. Stutters a lot when nervous. Can be cocky when confident DOMINANT HAND. Right POSTURE. Slight slouch but his slouch from before the bite is completely gone. SCARS. Most scars from fights heal up quickly. He has a slight scar over his eyebrow from an incident when he was young TATTOOS. None BIRTHMARKS. None MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). He looks like he’s holding a frog hostage in his mouth

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Queens, New York HOMETOWN. Queens, New York SIBLINGS.  None PARENTS. Mary and Richard Parker ( both deceased )

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. Hero CURRENT RESIDENCE. Lives with his aunt in Queens. Has a temporary home at the compound that he uses occasionally CLOSE FRIENDS. Ned Leeds, MJ, etc RELATIONSHIP STATUS. In a committed relationship with Robbie. FINANCIAL STATUS.  Not poor but not rich. They ride on that fine line between poor and fine a lot on some months

DRIVER’S LICENSE. Yes CRIMINAL RECORD. None. He is being seen as a killer though so ... oof VICES. Weakness, slight recklessness, etc

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch TURN ON’S. N/A ( well, I just won’t write them ) TURN OFF’S. N/A RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.  When Peter is in a relationship, he’s in it all the way. This goes for romantic relationships, too. He will be there for the person / will love them so much.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. 

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Designing stuff for Spidey, working on hw, reading old science text books from his dad, hero work, building computers / working on tech LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Left PHOBIAS. Failing, not being enough, etc SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Depends on the situation. He’s almost always confident as Spidey VULNERABILITIES.  Naive, too trusting, too soft,

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NAME - Casey

ZODIAC SIGN - Libra

HEIGHT - 5'6

LANGUAGES SPOKEN - English, but I’m trying to learn Spanish

NATIONALITY - American 

ORIENTATION - Pansexual

FAVORITE FRUIT - Probably banana? Or peach?

COFFEE, TEA OR HOT CHOCOLATE - Ahhhh probably hot chocolate. I love tea sooooooo much though. Can I tie between them?

FAVOURITE SEASONS - Fall

FAVOURITE FLOWERS - Calla lilies

FAVOURITE SCENTS - Old books, rain, lavender, vanilla, birthday candles that are burning, my mom’s perfume and my dad’s cologne, gasoline, cigarette smoke

FAVOURITE COLOURS - Lavender/lilac and grey, also a soft spot for blues

FAVOURITE ANIMAL - Cats, particularly panthers (I’m that bitch)

DOG OR CAT PERSON - If I had had had to pick, cats, but I love them both so much cuz I have them both

FAVOURITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER - Zuko probably from Avatar the Last Airbender

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP - typically between 8 and 12. 

NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH - At least two, I have this huge fluffy white comforter that I love (though I wish I could make it fluffier) and a soft green blanket that’s the softest ever. I’m alllwaayyys cold though so catch me bundled up with like 6 in the winter

DREAM TRIP - I would love to go to Ireland or Tokyo honestly and just stay for a few weeks

BLOG ESTABLISHED - I think I’ve had this blog since like...2013? But it’s only really actually gotten popular recently.

FOLLOWER COUNT - 447

RANDOM FACTS -

I have three tattoos and 7 piercings

I’m the oldest of five, my oldest sibling is 17 years old and my youngest is 15 months

When I have anxiety attacks I usually get really cold and I’ve found out that getting warm laundry piled on me helps for whatever reason. I think it’s the weight and the heat

I never really wear jewelry, but when I do, I never change it. I’ve been wearing the same lip ring since I got my lip pierced and the same earrings since each piercing there too. I wear a silicone bracelet that I haven’t taken off in something like 8 years. 

I’ve recently really gotten into baking so there’s like always cupcakes in my apartment now because I try stuff off of pinterest. My most recent one has been tiramisu cupcakes

Super weird random fact, I have webbed toes. It’s only the two middle ones, but it runs in my family on my dad’s side

I was born without wisdom teeth

My lucky number is 18

My favorite ninja turtle is Donatello

I’ve met Fall Out Boy twice and I like to think I got a second chance because the first time I made an absolute fool of myself

Ummm I tag @servecobwebheadaches @sgtbuckiebarnes @thereadingbookworm @pete-wentz-is-pretty @mechisdoblas @broadwayfemme @idiotandboner @bekartsmierci @envy-malice-attention @glitterryro @moderndaylilith

[shigironki]

~BIO FOR MY BULLY OC, VICTORIA CLAIRE KENNEDY~ i feel like i left too much out for my baby girl, and also changed so much of her. :B ALSO I FINALLY GOT OFF MY LAZY ASS AND MADE HER A FULL BIO, GO ME!!

Biographical Information  Name – Victoria Claire Kennedy Age - 17, sophomore year   Birthday – September 7th Astrological Sign -  virgo    Gender - female Ethnicities   Distant Descendants: none that she truly knows currently. 

Dominant Descendants: American  Physical Description  Hair Color – hazel/black hair, very wavy and curly, never has it straight Eye Color - Hazel Weight – 165 lb Height – 5′5 ft Figure/Build – Is an hour glass figure, thighs are big, is 37 C cup, curvy waist, and has slight chub onto her stomach, face is chubby as well. Distinguishing Features/Scars/ or Birthmarks – There are scars (very light; you can’t see them unless you look very close) on her right wrist that are medium sized, very light. has a scar onto her knee from when she was little. Has stretch marks on her hips that are very deep, and also on her breast, arms, and knees. She does have freckles, on her face, shoulders, and crotch-area. Tattoos: none Piercings: has two little piercings on her ears, and a nipple piercing 

Frequently Worn Jewelry: She tends to wear rings on her middle finger, does wear chokers (mainly black, but sometimes pink as well).

Typical Clothing Wear: Victoria tends to wear her school uniforms more often, but out of school she tends to wear cutesy clothes; pink shorts, “kawaii” dresses/skirts, formal shirts. She does also tend to wear one of Johnny or Gary’s shirts (ones they gave to her) With a pair of leggings. Never wears jeans unless they’re shorts.

Personal Information  

Current Living Arrangements -  Currently lives in a two story home in towards the forested areas of Bullworth. 

Traveled Territories – She currently has only traveled from Florida (last home) to Bullworth.

Hobbies -  Writing, knitting, playing games, drawing, and sleeping a lot.

Fears – Abandonment, overcrowded places, the dark, father, and abandoned places.

Religion/Beliefs – Currently has no idea.

Why?: She was raised in a non-religion family household, her parents nor grandparents never really got her into religion 

Health Behaviors  

Physical Ailments/ Disabilities/ Issues – Currently has PTSD, MDD, anxiety and Bipolar Disorder. She has has loss of feeling in her pinky on the right side of her wrist.

Addiction(s) [Sex, Drugs, Smoking, Alcohol, Other]: She currently smokes pot, and has trouble saving money and spending it on important stuff

Why?: Smoking pot helps her calm down, and it was sorta forced onto her at a young age (13 years old) and she never really tried quitting, along with money, she never fully had anything so spending it on stuff she immediately loves is “always the right thing”

Any regular medication taken? – Antidepressants, and nighttime medications.

Chronological Information  

Profession – A waitress for a local diner

Likes – Pastel clothes, cute stuff animals, animal crossing, Word Of Warcraft, G&G, and reading, along with smelling candles and perfume

Dislikes – Anyone who’s a dick, bullying, toxic people, and acne

Goals/Ambitions – Currently wants to be a nurse for a children’s hospital 

Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable Experience – Mainly her childhood; as she was bullied to the extreme, she turned off her emotions and stopped caring for others. Along with her father being put into jail, she grew with her grandparents and with her two sisters. This caused her to go into a mental meltdown, soon cursing and getting extreme mood swings, and with getting into violent situations, she grew hating everyone and everything, and never letting anymore get close to her.

Weapons/Equipment – Mainly uses her fist and feet for combat, also carries a rainbow pocket knife for protection. (She also has a Hello Kitty bat in her dorm room in case).

Personal Attributes  

Personality - Victoria’s personality can be summed up with two words; asshole, and caring person. As she grew with showing nor feeling any emotions, it takes her awhile to understand which emotion she’s currently feeling, which ends with being a bitch towards others in defense, and even being sarcastic towards those she feels are gonna toy with her or use her. She’s very hard to get used to, or even close to, but once you do, she’s a very gentle and sweet girl. She truly cares about those that have shown her love and kindness, and sometimes gets too trusting and stops caring for herself, just to love those who have shown her politeness and love. She gets carried away too much, and sometimes overreacts to stuff very quickly, but once you get close, she will truly love you for who you are and accepts you instantly.

Strengths - Quirky and very funny, knows a lot about science and math, knows how to fight, very good at talking out of sticky situations, persuasive to the maximum, and knows how to copy someone else handwriting very quickly. 

Weaknesses - Very angered easily, low self-esteem, her PTSD makes her scared of being hurt and yelled at, cannot be in the same room as a male adult, trust too easily, cries nearly about everything.

Good Habits – Tries to be there for everyone, helps when needed, charismatic, drops everything for others.

Bad Habits – Doesn’t watch her language as often, eats waay too much, gets upset and irritated instantly, makes everything into a joke about herself, (Doesn’t do this anymore) uses pain as a way to help her emotions onto herself.

Fetishes/Strange Behaviors – No fetishes, but does bite her ear bud cords, shakes her legs hard, bites her nails and sweater sleeves.

Stereotype – With wearing cute clothes and looking very sweet, she certainly does not fit the stereotype. She’s a potty mouth, bluntly tells the truth, and makes sure people know not to ever mess with her. 

Ratings on Personal Qualities  

Physical Strength: 7/10  As good as she is with fighting, she currently does feel pain a lot more than normal, as in one good punch to her and she’s down to the ground.

Attractive: 7/10  her outfits put people off instantly, but people seem to admire how she looks in a lot of pastel colors.

Honesty : 4/10 As much as she wants to tell the truth most times, she sadly can’t bring herself to tell the full truth about someone. She cares more about the person than the harsh truth.

Rule Abiding : 3/10   Lmao, rules? They don’t exist much to Victoria. She does break a lot of school rules, but makes sure to never break her home rules or grandparents.

Sociability : 8/10   She truly is the social butterfly type. Cliques don’t matter to her at all, she likes you? She’ll want to be your friend instantly.

Bullworth Academy Information  

Victoria has attended Bullworth for two years, for freshmen and now sophomore. As she dropped out of middle school to get her life more stress free, she had to repeat 8th grade in order to go into high school. And with all the troubles she had caused in Florida, Bullworth was the only academy to accept her.

Knowledgeability  

Language(s) – English, and French.

Schooling Level – Sophomore(??)

Expertise – languages

Reading Level – above average

Relationships Statuses    

Trusted Companions

Closest Friend(s) – Beatrice Trudeau

Even with Victoria not so big into math or any subject, her and Beatrice have been extremely close since Freshmen year. They both have a close friendship, and are there for each other 24/7, no matter the situation. She doesn’t like some of her best friends choices, but she makes sure she’s okay and safe and sound. ((When her and Jimmy “had a falling out” Victoria was there for her all night, helping her and making sure she was okay)).

Friend(s) – cornelius johnson, algernon papadopoulos, peanut romano, lola lombardi, petey kowalski, jimmy hopkins

* cornelius johnson: They both enjoy musicals, and science most of the time. She tends to go to him for the latest update of a musical that’s going on, and they both can giggle and cry over anything like Romeo and Juliet. They’re good friends for sure, and never really hang outside of school.

* algernon papadopoulos: As much as the two never see eye to eye, they usually have a good time during G&G, him joking about her “Edgy” characters she plays, and make jokes about the campaign. She never bothers to get to know him, as she never has the energy to handle his excitement, or usually understand what he’s talking about.

* Peanut Romano: He’s her first ever real friend when she had gotten to Bullworth, and nothing makes her happy than to hear about what Lucky or Ricky did that was stupid. She sees Peanut as a brother type of person she can trust, she tends to go to him when she feels like Johnny’s out of line, or what to do when he’s not okay. They both really enjoy each other’s company.

* Lola Lombardi: They both didn’t see eye to eye after her and Johnny broke up, and Victoria began to date him. Of course, with some small talk and hanging out, they both became good friends instantly, with Lola showing what type of clothes could get Johnny going, or helping her with make up tips. Lola is a type of friend to listen to Victoria talk about anything and just nod and agree.

* jimmy hopkins: As much as he isn’t okay with her dating both Gary and Johnny, he’s still there for her a lot of times. They have a weird friendship, at times they wouldn't’ speak to each other for weeks on end, then the next time they’re talking non stop and making a fuss in the classroom. *Pete kowalski: Victoria was really the one to never call him a dork or a loser, she actually enjoys hanging out with him, playing video games and talking about drama of the school. She does love his comebacks to Gary a lot of times, and always is there for him no matter what.

Hated Rivals

Worst Enemies – The Jocks, she truly hates them all due to constant bullying they do with the nerds.

Intolerable Students – 

* Mandy Wiles: With her constant putting down on Beatrice, she truly cannot stand Mandy for the dear life of her. The constant joking and poking fun at her best friend, it made her hate her instantly as soon as she had gotten there.

Tolerated Students – She doesn’t tolerate much people, either she likes you, dislikes you, or just doesn't talk much to you. 

Tolerated Townsfolk - No one currently

Hot Encounters  

Hinted Attractions - Gary Smith, Johnny Vincent (before they all had began to date)

Crush(es) - none

Lover(s) - Gary Smith, Johnny Vincent.  

She wasn’t fond of Gary at first, but given that they started to tolerate each other, she began to learn more and more about him, understanding where he’s coming from as she had parents who didn’t care for her, or wouldn’t try to. They became friends with benefits at first, as she was hypersexual and he wanted a stress relief, but as soon as they made it a normal thing, he began to develop a crush for her, hating it ever so much as she got into a relationship with Johnny. As she brought up that she could date both of them, with their consent of course, Johnny wasn’t okay with it at all first, as that was his girl and only his, but as she began to stress more and more about this, he caved in and gave it a try. It was all very stressful and full of fighting until Johnny began to try and get close and get used to his presence. They’re all fully comfortable now, still some annoyance from both boys here and there, but it’s easily resolved.

Ex(s) - Unless you count people who dated her for a day, then no 

Extra Information

Eating Habits

Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore – omnivore

Favorite Food(s): Bagel Bites

Favorite Drink(s): Soda, red bulls, smoothies, and orange juice

Disliked Food(s): peas, Brussels sprouts, and tomatoes

Disliked Drink(s): tea  

Added Information

Scent – Lavender, and/or honey

Favorite Color: black, pastel colors

Favorite Season: summer

Favorite Animal: frogs, chickens, bunnies, and cats

Favorite Music Genre: kpop, 2000′s pop, 80′s, 90′s, and death metal

[fogteeth-orcs]

OC Profiles

Dorruk (Derek) Age:31 Height: 6’11” Species:Orc Build:Muscular, solid, not much body fat

Appearance: Dorruk tends to have the worst case of resting rage face, and it is not helped when he smiled. He tends to always look angry, despite him having a rather even temper. His markings are a darker slate grey blue, while the pale patches of his skin are more of a greyish peach as opposed to bright pink. His yellow eyes are bright and have flecks of orange in them. Despite his angry looking face his markings do help soften his expression when he relaxes, which is unfortunately rarely. Dorruk is broad shouldered and strong. He lifts weights with his buddies often and has a powerful build. He has placed a few times in orcish strong man competitions, but has yet to win.

Body Mods: Dorruk has a brand on the back of his neck, it is hard to determine what it is as it looks as though someone cut over it and tried to get scar tissue to obscure the mark. He has tattoos on his back and sides, as well as other areas of his body. He also has quite a few piercings.

Personality: Dorruk is typically an even tempered person. He isn’t quick to fly off the handle despite always looking angry. The anger mostly comes from no one ever getting his name right. He tends to be tense and high strung, drinking far too much coffee to be healthy and not sleeping enough. Dorruk suffers from depression, but hides it well. He honestly believes that he will grow out of it and the sad feelings will go away.

History: Dorruk doesn’t talk about his past. He never mentions his family, and it is clear he was not born into the Fogteeth clan.

Side Notes: Dorruk hates being called Derek, but has grown to accept it. He finds it more acceptable when humans do it and he has stopped cringing when he hears the name. He does still have a bit of a twitch when he is stressed out and someone deliberately calls him Derek. His left eye and ear twitch simultaneously.

THE TWINS: Gorefist & Jawrip Age:37 Height:7’5” Species: Orc? Build:Tall, broad, muscular, some fat over the stomach area (think strongman)

Appearance: Have you ever run into a wall and though man that is a warm wall and then looked up and it is the biggest most muscular dude ever. Yeah that only more intense, and two of them. The twins look like they could pick up and toss semis. Their coloring is a paler slightly more turquoise blue for their patterns, while the lighter skin is a light greyish white. Both have deep yellow eyes that look a bit more like amber.

History: The twins love their mama and will beat the blue off anyone that makes a “yo mamma” joke. They started working at an early age to help support their large family. Their mom would take in siblings, cousins, and pretty much anyone else that had nowhere else to go. They got their compassion from her, but it isn’t evident in how they behave sometimes. Their strength has been historically abused by those with power looking to have an edge over their enemies. They usually only have to walk in with someone and negotiations seem to go better.

Side Notes: Both boys take being twins to the full advantage. They play pranks and often will switch clothes multiple times during parties and gatherings just to fuck with people. Very few have ever caught on, and even fewer can actually tell them apart fully clothed.

**Gorefist**

Body Mods:Gore has piercings and tattoos, but you have to take his clothes off to see most of them.

Personality: Of the two Gore is the calmer one, but comes off as being the scarrier one. He doesn’t talk as much as Rip and that is for good reason. Gore is legally blind. He can see shapes, colors, and blurs without his glasses. Even up close he can make out faces, but legally he is listed as blind without his glasses. The problem is he never wears them. It ruins the whole twin thing and he fears it would make him a target. Rip has been Gore’s extra eyes since they were kids. He uses sound, vibration, smell, and temperature changes to help him navigate. His eyesight improves in the dark. Gore doesn’t trust easy and has little experience with women. They make him nervous and he fears hurting them. He would rather just ignore his needs or take care of it himself, rather than risk it. He will sometimes apologize for Rip being a complete cunt though, but not always. His brother needs to learn to dig himself out of his own messes.

**Jawrip**

Body Mods:Rip has a tattoo that matches one of his brothers and it is the only body mod he has.

Personality:  Rip has anger issues and is a bit of a cocky bastard. He knows that few can stand up against him and his brother and he adores the attention. He will often make an ass of himself just to get his brother to laugh, but if anyone else does he is quick to put them in their place. Rip has more experience with the ladies as he is more of a ladies man. He looks out for his brother all the time and it is very much a “you mess with one, you get both” situation if someone fucks with Gore. Rip would die for his brother, he just tends to act like an asshole to overcompensate. Getting through to his emotions can be a bit harder.

**Taalah (Talli)**

Age: 21  Height: 5’3” Species: Half Orc/Half Human Build: Curvy with some chub, but also a bit muscular under it all

Appearance: Talli is short for an orc, but she gets that from her human side. She looks more orc than human in that her body structure is almost fully orc. She has the pointed ears, tusks, even the patterned skin. She would almost be indistinguishable from an orc if not for her multi colored mohawk. She wears it in that style because she can’t grow a full head of hair. Her eyes look orcish from a distance. They are mostly yellowish orange, only when up close can the bright blue rings around the edges of her iris be seen.

Body Mods: Multiple piercings, just getting started on tattoos and looking for more.

Personality:  Talli has the sweet and innocent routine down so pat she fools herself sometimes. She is a bit of a prankster and is far too curious for her own good. She has been on the receiving end of many a well deserved ass beating because of that curiosity. She doesn’t always know when to quit. She isn’t naive but plays it well, she wants people to underestimate her. She has a big heart, sometimes too big, and will befriend people that may not always have her best interest at heart because she just wants to make a genuine connection even if she knows it is unlikely.

History: Growing up as a halfbreed Talli learned at an early age that live is an unfair, unbearable hellhole. She never asked to exist, but she tries to take each day as it comes. Talli is loved by her parents, but not society and there is only so far a parents love can take someone. Especially since her mother left her father for another man. She chose to stay with her dad to take care of him, even though she lied and said it was for other reasons. She doesn’t really have friends because she can’t trust anyone.

**Side Notes:** Talli doesn’t talk about her mother, when people assume her mom is dead she never corrects them.

**Petrus (Pete aka Big Pete)**

Age: 41 Height: 7’9” Species: Orcgre (Half orc/ half Ogre) Build: Like a brick shit house

Appearance: Pete is a gym rat and has a build to match. He spends every spare moment at the gym, or working out in some other way. He will often go to open lots and tug whatever random shit he can find across it, including abandoned vehicles and construction equipment. He  has long black hair that he wears pulled back in a braid when he is working out but lets loose most the time when he is not. He also has a long goatee he braids. He never clipped his horns so the grow up and curl back slightly. His eyes are bright green, almost unnaturally so.

Body Mods:

Personality: Pete is quiet most the time as he is too busy getting swol to really talk to anyone. Being a half breed he feels out of place pretty much everywhere and his massive size does not help.

History: No one knows where Pete is from. He just showed up one day and wont leave.

**Side Notes:** Pete is deeply arachnophobic and for such a large guy with such a deep booming voice, he manages to scream like a small human girl child when he sees one. ((not done this is the most I got for him))

**Gordrak (Dadghu)**

**Age:** 69  **Height:**6’9” **Species:** ORC

**Gender:**Male  **Sexuality:** Straight

**Build:** Strong muscular body, broad, but with some pudge

**Appearance:** Gordrak is an orcs orc. He has a massive muscular body, broad shoulders, barrel chest, but a pudgy stomach that hides his true strength. His tusks are big, and he has a powerful presence when he walks into a room. His body is covered in scars, he has a large one on his chest that is faded. A bear clawed him when he was a teen.

**Personality:**  Gordrak is a no-nonsense kind of orc. He is from the old country, born there and transplanted into the United States. He believes in the old ways and isn’t 100% on board with where his son has taken their clan. He has a dry wit and often it can’t be distinguished if he is serious or not when he says something. He plays up the ‘ignorant old person’ bit for multiple reasons. He loves when some young upstart underestimates him. Despite his gruffness, Gordrak has a gentle spirit, he just doesn’t show it. He has fought for equality since he was young and wants to see his grandson make something of himself.

**History:** Gordrak was raised in the old country and followed the old ways. He has wrestled and killed bears, he even adopted a couple of cubs and them and their progeny have been part of the clan for decades. He was mated but has recently become single, he doesn’t like talking about it.

**Side Notes:** His wife is not the same as on tumblr. She is someone else and she isn’t spoken of often. Currently he is not fond of other races, especially elves and humans. (I don’t want to add anything to NSFW in here, but the Fogteeth party will change him)

**Pyretta A. B. Kotori**

**Age:** 31   **Height:** 5’0 **Species:** Human

**Gender:** Female  **Sexuality:** Pan/Demi

**Build:** Chubby, curvy, voluptuous (she plus sized and soft)

**Appearance:** Short and round is a shape right? Pyre is the opposite of thin model chique. She has more junk in her trunkular region than anyone would know what to do with and tig ass bitties. (Her boobs get there on time, she is 15 minutes late) In all seriousness she is soft and squish. All curves and roundness. Hair is purple and past her ass but she wears it up about 90% of the time. It is a big deal if she takes it down in front of someone. Her eyes are an amberish gold but she wears sunglasses most the time, and her regular glasses at home.

**Body Mods:** Tattoos and lots of them. Despite her mixed heritage her skin is pale so color really shows. She also has several piercings.

**Personality:**  Have you ever been mommed so hard you thought you forgot mother's day and it’s November? Yeah that is Pyre. She is a kind soul, almost to a fault, but kind people are not born kind. Kindness is forged in the fires of pain and suffering and she has suffered. She just never lets it show. She has a dry wit, a wicked sense of humor and a dirty mind. Unfortunately she thinks very little of herself and is completely self sacrificing to the point of it being detrimental for her health. She has taken a bullet for some random orc kid in an alleyway, and she will take one for you.

**History:** Don’t ask too much about her past, you wont like the answers. It is dark inside and she does her best not to show where that darkness came from. All anyone knows is she was living in NYC before an abrupt move to LA, though when she gets angry a southern twang hits her voice so it is clear NYC was probably not where she was born.

**Side Notes:** This is a shameless self insert character and I don’t care. I wanted to add more here but I wasn’t sure if I was over doing it.

**Verathandra Taledras**

**Age:** 137  **Height:**6’1 **Species:** Elf

**Gender:**Female  **Sexuality:** Uncertain

**Build:** Lithe, flexible, strong. A gymnasts body with more feminine curves.

**Appearance:** Vera is tall, lithe, and gorgeous. She looks just like a perfect elf should look, except just slightly to the left. There is something in the way she dresses, the way she carries herself that is distinctly unselfish. She has long pure white hair with a red streak down the front. Most of the time she keeps her hair pulled up into a professional bun. She keeps her nails long, and has several aesthetically pleasing body modifications. Her eyes are a bright violet with flecks of silver.

**Body Mods:** She has several ear piercings and wears a chain on one ear. Her tongue is pierced and she has a delicate, tasteful, and lovely little tattoos on her face at the side of each eye and down by her jawline. She may have more tattoos and piercings elsewhere but they would be covered (hint: she is a freak)

**Personality:**  Vera is subversive at her core. She will do anything she can to make other elves miserable, without anyone knowing it is her doing it. Outwardly she is cold, almost indifferent to others. She has to wear this mask to keep doing what she does. Inwardly she is fueled by the raging fires of injustice. She sees how the world is, how others are treated. Her life of privilege horrifies her and she cannot allow it to continue. There is a softness, a kindness to her that almost no one sees. She is desperate for love, but knows she can’t have it.

**History:** Vera was born into one of the most notable of Elven families in New York. She lived upstate through her youngest years but has moved around. Her past has some dark patches that shaped her into who she is now. She fights for those that cannot fight for themselves, but she does it from a place of anonymity. To keep her fortune, her power, no one can know what she really does with her money and influence.

**Side Notes:** Leading such a stark double life has lead to a severe personality disorder. One that Vera medicates the wrong way.

[canyousevmyheavydirtysoul]

*Special Guest Imagine* The Temperature’s Rising In Here. (Gabe Saporta x Reader)

Note: This was requested by @raversam. I hope you like it, my love. x

“I cannot believe you’re actually going to do this,” you scoffed in disbelief as you shook your head disapprovingly at your older brother.

“Hey, I made a promise,” he replied, pointing at himself, “And I always keep my promises.”

“When I was 7, you promised you’d take me to Disneyland. It’s been 15 years; I’m still waiting.”

“And I told you to be patient.” You rolled your eyes in annoyance and slumped back in the uncomfortable chair next to Pete as the tattoo artist began preparing.

“Ya know, I know I don't tell you this very often, but I really admire you,” you spoke, causing your brother to turn to you with raised eyebrows, your sudden affection catching him off guard.

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re the only person I know that has a high enough level of stupidity to get a random person’s face permanently etched onto their body.”

Pete laughed sarcastically before tugging on your hair, making you yelp in pain. “Gabe’s not a random person, just FYI.”

“Right, sorry. He’s lover number… 2? Or is it 1?” you pondered, putting a finger to your chin. “Wait, is he before or after Patrick? I always get confused.”

“You better watch it,” Pete warned, “or else you’re never going to Disneyland.”

You smirked and crossed your legs. “Couldn’t you at least have chosen a better picture?” you asked, frowning as you stared at the yearbook picture of Gabe.

“The deal was that he chose the tattoo. And he chose that,” Pete shrugged, before sighing and leaning back in the reclined chair.

“Idiot,” you mumbled.

“Hey, don't talk about him like that.”

“Oh, no, I was talking about you.”

“Hey!”

“It’s true,” you held up your hands in defence. “You shouldn’t make such stupid bets.”

“Thank you. I know that now.”

“Also,” you continued, pulling your nose up as you looked around, “Remind me why I’m here, again.”

“Because Gabe couldn't make it.”

“Nice,” you popped your lips and smacked your hands on your knees. “He’s making you get his ugly face tattooed on your body and he’s not even here to offer support. Sounds like a swell guy.”

“Actually, I think the two of you would get along really well,” Pete pointed out, cocking his head to the side. “By the way, he’s not ugly. He’s actually pretty hot.”

You scrunched up your face as you waved the picture of Gabe in front of Pete’s face. “Reaaaaalllyyyy?”

“That picture’s, like, a hundred years old,” Pete rolled his eyes before narrowing them at you. “How come you’ve never seen a picture of the two of us?”

“I tend to steer as clear as possible from your romantic escapades, big brother.”

~

“(Y/N)?” Pete called as he entered your apartment, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the table.

“In here,” you responded from your bedroom, on the other side of the apartment.

You let out a strangled groan as you once again tried to hammer the nail into the wall. This proved problematic, since you weren’t the tallest of people; you jumped up and down repeatedly, trying to hit the nail on its head each time. Unsurprisingly, it didn't work very well. Sighing in defeat, you turned to your brother with a pleading face. “Help.”

“Don't worry, Gabe’s on his way.”

“What?!” you asked in shock. “You invited Gabe?”

Pete nodded.

“Why?” you pulled a ‘why would you even do something like that’ face. “I called you over to help me hang a painting.”

“(Y/N), we’re like the same height. Did you really think I would be able to reach if you couldn’t?”

“So you invited your lover?”

“He’s not my lover. But he could be yours,” Pete mumbled the second sentence very lowly, so the words escaped your hearing range, and all you heard was a mumble.

“What did you say?”

“I said he’s very tall,” Pete said. “He can reach that no problem.” Pete waved his hand dismissively.

You heard the sound of your doorbell ringing and Pete smiled broadly before raising his eyebrows at you and running to open the door.

You slowly shuffled behind him, arms folded over your chest and inwardly groaning. Pete opened the door and you heard him and Gabe exchange a lively greeting. You shook your head. You couldn’t believe your brother; he’d just invited this guy over without consulting you first, just because he was too damn lazy to load a ladder into his car and help you himself. And the worst part is that you know he’s expecting you to bond with Gabe, get to know him, become friends, blah blah blah. Well, he had another thing coming. You weren’t fond of many people, and you were certain Gabe wouldn’t be one of th-OH MY GOD PETE WASN’T JOKING HE’S REALLY HOT.

Gabe stepped over the threshold into the apartment, and a wave of heat flushed over you. Hm, you were going to have to check the settings on the thermometer.

“(Y/N), this is Gabe, the bane of my existence,” Pete joked, causing Gabe to lightly push him in the arm, the two males laughing softly. Gabe had a nice laugh, and the sound brought a small smile to your lips. “And Gabe, this is my lovely baby sister, (Y/N).”

“Hi, (Y/N),” Gabe smiled, holding out his hand for you to shake, which you did. “It’s great to finally meet you. I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.” Another wave of warmth spread over your body. Stupid malfunctioning thermometer.

“Y-yeah, likewise.” Did you really just stutter? What the hell was wrong with you? You bit your lip as you took in his features; he truly was a beautiful human.

“So, your brother said something about a painting that needs hanging…”

“Yes!” you snapped out of your Gabe-induced trance and snapped your fingers, pointing in the direction of your bedroom. “This way.”

~

You sat awkwardly on your bed and watched Gabe as he hammered the nails into the wall.

I wonder what else he can hammer like tha- NO, (Y/N). STOP IT.

“I hate you, Pete,” you muttered under your breath, upset with your brother and his clear attempt to set you and Gabe up. You’d distinctly told him that you weren’t at all interested in finding romance at the moment, so, naturally, he thought it was the perfect time to set you up. You should’ve seen the light-bulb go off in his head that day at the tattoo parlour, when he brought up the fact that you and Gabe had never met. But you didn’t, and now you were stuck in a room with Gabe while Pete left to ‘get lunch’, which you knew was only an excuse to leave the two of you alone so that you could fall for him. And, curse him, it was actually working. “Sly motherfucker.”

“Excuse me?” Gabe said, turning to you with a smile, thinking that you were talking to him.

“Oh, nothing. I was just, uh, talking to myself,” you chuckled nervously, mentally facepalming yourself.

“Alright,” he smiled again. “Um, could you…” he pointed to the painting lying on the bed next to you.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course,” you gently picked up the artwork and walked forward, handing it to him.

“Thank you, cariño,” he said, bringing a tinge to your cheeks. You looked down, trying to hide the blush on your face as he carefully took the painting from your hands.

He reached up to hang that painting on the nails, and his shirt rose up a little bit, exposing his abdomen. The temperature in the room seemingly tripled, and you shifted uncomfortably. This broken thermometer was really starting to piss you off.

“Okay, all done.”

“It looks wonderful,” you said in awe, looking up at the artwork and clasping your hands under your chin.

“Beautiful,” Gabe said, although unlike you, he wasn’t looking at the painting.

You turned to smile at him, but he was already looking at you. You shyly pushed your hair behind your ears. “Thank you for doing this. I really appreciate it.”

“It was a pleasure,” he bowed his head slightly. “But unfortunately, I have to go. It’s my nephew’s birthday party and I promised him I’d be there.”

“Oh, okay. That’s totally cool,” you replied, admittedly a little bit disappointed. “Enjoy it. And thanks again.”

“Anytime,” he smiled, before bringing your hand up to his lips and placing a kiss on it. “Until next time?”

“Next time,” you smiled, and he returned it before turning around and making his way out.

Oh yes, there would be a next time. The walls of your living room suddenly seemed very bare; maybe you should go out and buy a couple more paintings.

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Thank you for reading x

[rosecolored-gay]

Questions = all

GET IN MY BUSINESS PLEASE:1. The meaning behind my url: - It was tatertots, but someone thought it said tits so I changed it.2. A picture of me:- go on my profile, I'm too lazy to post one right now3. How many tattoos i have and what they are:- 3. The first one is the alchemy symbol for Air, the second one is a half anatomical half geometric heart, and the third is "the great wave off kanagawa" by houkasai 4. Last time i cried and why:- lmao like yesterday because feelings 5. Piercings i have:- 2 holes per ear, and my nose6. Favorite band:- Paramore till death 7. Biggest turn offs:- bad breath8. Top 5 (insert subject):- we'll go with bands for now, so 1. Paramore,2. Blackbear, 3. Have Mercy, 4. The Front Bottoms, 5. Knuckle puck9. Tattoos i want:- I want to finish my waves tattoo and then idk what I want10. Biggest turn ons:- smelling nice, idk, I like sarcastic assholes11. Age:- I'm 2012. Ideas of a perfect date:- Morikami gardens was cute as hell 13. Life goal:- be happy 14. Piercings i want:-I'm done with piercings15. Relationship status:- single 16. Favorite movie:-Pete's Dragon17. A fact about my life:- It sucks sometimes 18. Phobia:- Spiders19. Middle name:- nopeeee20. Height:- I'm 5'2, I hate it 21. Are you a virgin?- never been near a penis22.What’s your shoe size?-women's 723.What’s your sexual orientation?- gay 24. Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs?- occasionally25. Someone you miss:- A.26.What’s one thing you regret?- Not kissing someone I should've 27. First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive:- Scarlett Johansson 28. Favorite ice cream?- Cookies and cream29. One insecurity:- my existence 30. What my last text message says:- "I did, yes"31. Have you ever taken a picture naked?- yeah32. Have you ever painted your room?- yes33. Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex?- yes I'm gay34. Have you ever slept naked?-no35. Have you ever danced in front of your mirror?- yes 36. Have you ever had a crush?- yes37. Have you ever been dumped?- yeah38. Have you ever stole money from a friend?- no 39. Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met?- no40. Have you ever been in a fist fight?-yes41. Have you ever snuck out of your house?- no42. Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?- yes 43. Have you ever been arrested?- no44. Have you ever made out with a stranger?- no 45. Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere?-what even 46.Have you ever left your house without telling your parents?-no47. Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor?- no 48. Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun?-yes 49. Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex?- all the time 50. Have you ever seen someone die?- no 51. Have you ever been on a plane?-yes52. Have you ever kissed a picture?-yes53. Have you ever slept in until 3?-yes54.Have you ever love someone or miss someone right now?- yes55.Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?-yeee56. Have you ever made a snow angel?- never seen snow57. Have you ever played dress up?- yes58. Have you ever cheated while playing a game?- I cheated at mini golf once and I still haven't lived it down59. Have you ever been lonely?- yep60. Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school?- yes 61. Have you ever been to a club?- no62. Have you ever felt an earthquake?- no63. Have you ever touched a snake?-yes64. Have you ever ran a red light?-yes once 65. Have you ever been suspended from school?- yes 66. Have you ever had detention?- yes 67.Have you ever been in a car accident?-yes68.Have you ever hated the way you look?- yes 69. Have you ever witnessed a crime?- yes70. Have you ever pole danced?- no71. Have you ever been lost?- yes72. Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country?-yes73. Have you ever felt like dying?- always 74. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?-yep75. Have you ever sang karaoke?-yeah76.. Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t?- mhm it sucks 77. Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?- yes78.Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger?- no 79. Have you ever kissed in the rain?- yes 80. Have you ever sang in the shower?- very rarely 81. Have you ever made out in a park?- yes82. Have you ever dream that you married someone?- yes 83. Have you ever glued your hand to something?- yes 84. Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole?- no 85.Have you ever ever gone to school partially naked?- no86. Have you ever been a cheerleader?- no87. Have you ever sat on a roof top?-yes88. Have you ever brush your teeth?- duh 89. Have you ever ever too scared to watch scary movies alone?- yes 90. Have you ever played chicken?- yes 91. Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?- yes 92. Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger?- yes 93. Have you ever broken a bone?- so many94. Have you ever been easily amused?- yes 95. Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?- like 20 million times this weekend96. Have you ever mooned/flashed someone?- yes97. Have you ever cheated on a test?- yes 98.Have you ever forgotten someone’s name?- yeah 99. Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real?- yes too perfect100.Give us one thing about you that no one knows.- I made a huge mistake in March.

[wcrmtale-blog]

001. BASICS.

FULL NAME. Peter Douglas Pettigrew

NICKNAME. Pete, Wormtail, Wormy, Dougie (but very specifically only by certain aunts)

BIRTHDAY.  May 21st, 1960

GENDER. Cisgender male

SEXUALITY. Questioning (bisexual)

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single

SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, some poor Latin retention from Hogwarts

ACCENT. All Sheffield, dropping his h’s, making his u’s into uh’s, contorting vowels and dropping plurals, turning behind into be-yind. Pete himself tends to insert plenty of speech breaks, liberally peppered with filler words (all those good ums and ahs), though his sentences tend to blur together rather than having an audible period/pause after every idea. Peter’s a notorious mumbler, always checking himself to try and chin up and speak a little more defined so he and his conversational partner don’t have to play the painful ‘can you repeat that?’ game.

BIRTHPLACE. Sheffield, South Yorkshire, England

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN. Taurus/Gemini cusp. One of the Earth signs, Taurus has a reputation for being a grounded sign, less hotheaded and more reliable and practical than others. A Taurus can be committed to the point of stubbornness and often finds fulfillment in utility. However, Taurus is very susceptible to possessiveness and insecurity and is very resistant to sudden change; criticism hits hard and when a Taurus is in an unhealthy mental state, a great majority of their emotions can be reliant on the people they are surrounded by. What a Taurus wants more than anything is stability and purpose; without these things, the ground feels shaky underneath their feet and can send them spiraling to find a way to fulfill those needs.

EX-HOGWARTS HOUSE. Gryffindor

PATRONUS. Brown rat

BOGGART. An ever changing beast that’s seen many variations. The current most popular switches between two variations of failure -- one in failing in his duty to the Order and Albus Dumbledore himself dishonorably discharging him, the other in facing the rest of the Marauders and finding that none of them remember him. Had Pete been exposed circa his second year at Hogwarts, it would have likely been Minerva Mcgonagall (brilliant, impatient, terrifying). 

BLOOD STATUS. Pureblood

ALLIED WITH. Order of the Phoenix

FACECLAIM. Charlie Heaton

002. PHYSICAL TRAITS.

HAIR COLOUR & STYLE. Ashy brown, it’s thin but there’s a lot of it, which makes tangling a nightmare if he doesn’t stay on top of it. The current style is grown out of a childhood bowl cut and the now-longer layers tend to piece together around his face and over his eyes. Peter hates how it looks tucked behind his ears too much to keep it out of the way like that, leading to frequent little jerky movements of his head intended to force his hair back into place for a few minutes at a time. The gesture is hardly a graceful one and sometimes he doesn’t bother; all the easier to hide behind.

EYE COLOUR. Dark brown

COMPLEXION. Pale, sunburns at the drop of a hat

ETHNICITY. Caucasian

HEIGHT. 1.71 m (5′6 ft)

PHYSIQUE. Skinny in the way any post-adolescent boy retaining his metabolism is, a little soft in the stomach where late night stress snacking is just beginning to catch up with him. Narrow shoulders, lines more round than sharp, a body used to having to look up to people.

TATTOOS. N/A

PIERCINGS. N/A

CLOTHING & STYLE. Lots of denim, plenty of layers (jackets, jumpers, undershirts, even when it’s warmer out), single-minded dedication to old white trainers that are worn until the bottoms run through. An especially well loved Gryffindor jumper that gets the most use out of all of them. Brown beanies tugged down over red-tipped ears, thick woolen socks with warming threads sewn into the toes. Henley shirts, red or navy and usually with a flannel thrown over the top. A preference for long sleeves and full length pants that suggests a lack of desire to shown off one’s body – in fact, quite the opposite.

MANNERISMS. Darting eyes hopping between every member of a conversation and a few on the outside, not missing anything. Shoulders hunched up around the ears, a laugh that hesitates, always looking for someone else’s laughter to confirm that it’s warranted. Rubbing hands together in the cold, shifting from foot foot when idle, tucking chin close to chest and curling in on himself. Thumbing repetitively at the filter of a cigarette, always blowing smoke down instead of out. Grabbing at items in his pocket and squeezing them tight. Flinching instinctively when someone approaches too fast, even if that someone is a friend.

HABITS. A nervous fidgeter, all leg bouncing and picking at nails until his cuticles are raw, barely conscious he’s doing it. A semi-conscious chewer too; plastic spoons and straws tend to get caught up in his mouth for an hour after he’s done with them, same with the ends of zippers or the tops of pens. Classic stress eater, often climbing out of bed late at night to dig a snack out of the fridge or from under his bed. Peter drinks milk from of the carton and eats ice cream out of the tub; spoons macaroni into his mouth from the pot rather than into a bowl first and snatches bacon right from the pan, absentmindedly sucking his fingers clean after. His friends are more than used to that specific longing look that means he wants something from your plate but is too polite to ask for it. Pete hums constantly when he’s alone (or thinks he is), especially in the shower. Kicks off his shoes and tucks his feet up to his chest on big enough chairs and couches, never unties the laces on his trainers. Tends to make faces when he makes eye contact with himself a mirror. Prefers to sleep in his Animagus form if it’s safe enough that no one isn’t in the know will burst into his bedroom. After he’s been standing for more than ten minutes at a time, he starts leaning into things: doorframes, walls, tables, Remus...

003. PERSONALITY TRAITS & TYPES.

POSITIVE. PERCEPTIVE, ADAPTABLE, UNOBTRUSIVE, CONSIDERATE, EMPATHETIC, LOGICAL, PATIENT

NEGATIVE. AWKWARD, ANXIOUS, WITHDRAWN, WILLFULLY GULLIBLE, INDECISIVE, SELF-CRITICAL, DEPENDENT

HOBBIES & INTERESTS. Novels, particularly sci-fi. Any kind of new music, muggle and wizard bands alike. Some light art, he doesn’t credit himself with being anything but a doodler but he’s actually got an eye for landscapes and buildings. There’s a newly acquired interest in gardening that’s just recently begun to creep in there as well. 

INSECURITIES. Hoo boy.. his physicality: what he looks like, what his strengths are (or more specifically, aren’t. He’s well aware he isn’t exactly toned). His learning ability: everything he struggled to retain in school, how much longer it takes him to pick up most new magic compared to his peers. His personality: how awkward he is at conversation or cracking jokes, how boring he can physically hear himself being every time he talks to another person, how little he has to say about himself that’s interesting or engaging. His roots: entirely unremarkable, the kind of generic that no one remembers. His friends: how easy it would be for them to drop him, how many other vastly more interesting, funny, charming people there are that could take his place, how much more dedicated he fears they are to each other compared to him. Himself in comparison to everyone around him: encompassing all of these previous fears.

MBTI TYPE. ISFP; introverted, sensing, feeling, percieving.  

ENNEAGRAM TYPE. Type Two - The Helper

MORAL ALIGNMENT. True Neutral

TEMPERAMENT. Melancholic

DEADLY SIN. Sloth

004. THIS OR THAT.

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT?

OPTIMIST OR PESSIMIST?

LEADER OR FOLLOWER?

CONFIDENT OR SELF-CONSCIOUS?

CAUTIOUS OR CARELESS?

PASSIONATE OR APATHETIC?

BOOK SMARTS OR STREET SMARTS?

COMPLIMENTS OR INSULTS?

COLD HANDS OR WARM HEART?

005. ASSOCIATIONS.

COLOURS. Washed out colors; pale reds and oranges and piney greens like a chilly landscape under late autumn rain. Dusty brown, like cooking chocolate or dead leaves. The dingey off-white of something well-worn. Once blazing scarlet and gold, sported long after the brilliance of the color has faded. The translucent blue of shallow veins.

WORDS. Hesitant, shuffling, sniffle, blink, curl, small, nibble, snort, resigned, surprised – ‘woah!’, ‘sure’, ‘i s’pose…’

SCENT. Wet wool, dusty books, lived in skin and no cologne, tobacco lingering in hair from his and Sirius’ cigarettes, ash in a fireplace the morning after. Rich earth, a smell like the word ‘verdant’, like Hestia in the greenhouse.

TASTE. A Pepper-Up potion on a cold day, a rolled up slice of plain wheat bread for a meal while on watch, leftovers just a little off from one too many reheating charms, the burn of alcohol forced down, a meaningless kiss from years ago, joining the rest he can count on one hand.

SOUND. Chaotic conversation while playing observer in the Common Room, all laughter and chatter and friendly lobbed insults. His mother’s favorite songs from the 50′s playing every Sunday morning, the church bells on the walk through town. The confident lilt of James’ voice, the steady cadence of Remus’. Click, pressing play on his Walkman, different from the click-sht of a lighter. A hard sniff, the choked noise of holding back louder tears. The shuffling of sheets and the squeak of mattress coils in a quiet room late at night, turning over and over trying to find a comfortable spot.

MAGIC. Convenience, practicality, repetition. Sneaking off to drill himself again and again until it finally sticks. The giddy rush of that first Patronus, the sheer triumph of that first transformation. Three unregistered Animagi, a law worth breaking, the boy worth breaking it for.

WEATHER. Autumn, cool and overcast. Curling up on the couch in sun beams sneaking through the window, the most satisfying naps he can remember. Dead leaves crunching underfoot walking through the courtyard, going out of his way to step on them. Summer, always a little damp under long sleeves, dizzy and overheated. The heaviness in spring air when rain is on the horizon.

FEELING. Anticipation, queasy anxiety, wanting to reach out and holding back instead. The dread of approaching a classroom without assigned work ready, the exhilaration of cheering on the winning team, the sensation of always having to walk a little faster to keep up. The darker pleasure of seeing someone else be the butt of the joke. The guilty undercurrent of worry watching a close friend laughing with someone else. The guiltier undercurrent of resentment. Wanting. Doubting. Reminiscing. A distant crush from childhood that never quite goes away. The comfort of being touched by someone you care about, an arm around the shoulders, a hand ruffling your hair. The old fears that only get bigger – of not being enough, of never having been enough.

MEMORY. Learning to ride a bike and a broom the same summer, coughing a fit at his first cigarette. Nervously wiping hands on his trousers before shaking Remus’ hand, their first time on the Hogwarts Express. Watching James on the Quidditch Pitch, like trying to stare head-on at the sun. One period of grace when even Sirius felt like a close friend, when everything was right, when school never needed to end. 

TOUCH. Damp earth clinging to the soles of bare feet, goosebumps on bare skin. Sliding on a jumper with nothing underneath.  Pale grey and soft to the touch, a tiny heart trembling under thin skin. Chocolate Frogs melting onto finger tips. Sirius giving him a joking pinch to the cheek, a hard clap on the back, the pain sore and sweet all at once.

[carriejagerbaird]

#21-30 :)

21. age and birthday?279th August 1989Buy me stuff.

22. description of crush.TattoosLong hairPiercingsJapanese/Asian orientation

23. fear(s)SpidersPeas

24. height5 ft 3

25. role modelMeBelieve in yourself cos no-one else will

26. idol(s)Same as aboveI am fucking mint ;)

27. things i hateGod the list is too long tbhPeopleThe UKSocietyConsumerismThe mediaPoliticsFoodPeople again

I basically hate everything so I'll cut that one short there haha

28. i’ll love you if…

You help me with my medical fund! Got an EEG tomorrow, no income and it's gonna cost a fortune to fucking get there.

https://www.gofundme.com/et-carries-medical-fund

29. favourite film(s)TrainspottingIt's All Gone Pete TongRequiem for a dreamClub Party MonsterThis is England

I'm a proper film geek so this would end up long

30. favourite tv show(s)I don't watch that much TV tbhI watch everything on catchup on my PS4 cos I don't have a working TVATM:CatfishGeordie ShoreFriends

House, Breaking Bad, Better call saul, bates motel etc is amazing

Ask me more stuff :')