#oc x harley keener

[rp-partnerfinder]

24M Looking for a MxM, OCxCanon RP for the Marvel fandom. I would like the following:

-My OC x Peter Parker (MCU/Insomniac)

-My OC x Bruno Carrelli (MCU)

-My OC x Harley Keener (MCU;aged up)

-My OC x Harry Osborn (Insomniac)

I am semi-lit, and would like my partner to be that or higher for literacy, and be 18+. If you are interested, feel free to comment, DM me, or friend me on Discord (my username there is the same)

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[cinnamontzu]

Glaciea

full name: Myra Chauhan

born: october 16th, 2002, brooklyn, united states of america

zodiac sign: libra

nationality: Indian-American

ethnicity: Indian

mbti: infj

ability: cyrokinesis, freeze breathe, freezing, frigokinesis, ice beam, ice generation

superhero name: Glaciea

prologue

trigger warning: violence

 Cold-hearted silence and piercing glances were all Myra had known to receive from her mother, alongside frequent scratches, slaps or perhaps the loudest screams of disapproval her child-like frame could register. She was a child; she never felt like one. As her mother would return from work, grunting with exhaustion, a vibrant sort of rage cursing through her body, within her bronze skin, just like Myra’s, she would let her wide cocoa eyes scan her mother’s demeanor. Myra wondered throughout her time with her mother what she did for an earning, truly. It was a question that never really left her brain ever since her mother started to return home, which was a boxy apartment at a stranded corner of Brooklyn, with bandages with red clots and patches. Or ever since her mother started picking up phone calls with a secretive demeanor or locking herself in her room occupied by gadgets and equipment that would get Myra scratches and deep wounds on her limbs from her mother upon any curious speculations followed by touches and examinations, with her tiny hand wondering all over them.

The hard part wasn’t sweeping the pain inflicted by her mother under the rug, it was keeping any of it from reaching her little sister, Anya. She was only two years younger than her with the same wide eyed wonder and bumpy nose, but her skin was a lighter beige and her hair curly and coiled, perhaps resembling their father. She couldn’t be sure as she had never seen him.     

“He was a fragile mutt who is better off stranded and tortured wherever he is now”, is the answer Myra had received as she had asked her mother about the whereabouts of her father, when she was 4 years old having had to make a fathers day project.

When there came times when Myra wasn't occupied with work around the house or lending herself as figure of comfort to her little sister, she'd pickup chemistry books from the corner library and go through them like she'd never be able to read again. Science, to Myra, was an escape from reality, despite of being the study that describes the fabric of reality itself. Her science teachers all recognized her as quite the gift, any competitions or events she got appreciated at were rarely unattended by her sister, always by her mother.

Just as Myra had turned 5, her mother began to find ways of getting her out of the house. she had picked up a pair of ragged pastel green ice skates, handed them to Myra and left her to do the rest, just as she had always done. Myra knew though, what she had wanted, she'd complied to it gracefully. She hated herself for it. She despised how she let her mother walk all over her every time. How she did nothing to fight for her sister as her mother dug her nails onto her calf until she bled, with storms in her eyes, only because her sister let a stray cat into her workroom. She thought it was all because she had known no one else, she had her sister but the first two years of her life were starved for a companion, not that she remembered anything vividly, but it was about a season after her sister was born she never heard a fight between her parents again. Sometimes she woke up in sweat, at around 2 in the morning, pacing the tiny living room, avoiding the creeks on the wooden floor so as to not wake her sister who was sound in slumber on the blue mattress on the wooden floor. she dreamt of a day where she called out a faint cry for her mother and received no reply, not the usual irritated hiss followed by a grunt as she replied "what?". It was just her, stranded.

She found herself wanting to yearn for a day that took her mother far, far away. But the thought of being left abandoned, her resentful parental figure no longer behind her, no indifferent shadow to lean on, or to cry over until she was an earthquake within herself, it haunted her to no end.

The sun was shying away into the clouds, it was an afternoon that didn't feel like one. A faint memory of it is all remains in Myra's mind. she was reading "The Oliver's Twist" to Anya to help with her English essay. An ear piercing thunk after another echoed on the front porch, her mother's disquiet words conversing on the phone in the kitchen. Myra tried to drive her sister's worry to the novel, shrugging her questions of concern.

her mother stomped towards the two and spoke up hurriedly as she grabbed Myra's shoulders, she instructed them with an anxiety ridden sob buried in her voice, burning in the back of her throat to break out. that was when the knocks on the door turned to bangs, "Miss Chauhan, we are finished being patient, this is an immensely crucial problem we're dealing with.", a deep voiced said something along the lines of that on the other side of the door.

"GO!", her mother whisper-yelled, Myra grabbed Anya's hand and rushed towards the bathroom door just before the teardrop in her mother's eye was about to fall.

Myra locked the door behind her. she noticed Anya's mouth agape, she trembled as she reached for the shower curtain, biting and rubbing it on her face to hide herself as she cried, like she always did, a habit Myra tried time and time again to get rid of. Myra pulled her to her chest. she peeked out the bathroom window that had a rusted ladder next to her.

A way out.

Myra peaked out the tiny window, assuming the ladder to be of help was a mistake. The garden in the back had men, like the ones Myra saw in the spy movies, scattered all over it. She found Anya in the corner of the room, buried in her knees with her palms slapped over her eyes. Her breath as heavy as Myra's heart.

She spotted a trowel on the sink from her periphery, her mind clouded, she picked it up without hesitation and began scrapping at the edges of a tiny rusted and fragile grill covering a patch on the wall. From all she knew, this passage led to the nearby sewerage system or a claustrophobic corner inviting them to perish. She can't take the risk and lead Anya with her towards likely death. She'd always try to find a way out of the house, out of this box with tacky blue paint and drained wall and floors that threated to break any minute. She never got all the way there, though. Halfway through her speculations her heart would scream words of shame that hung around her like dark crows on a cloudy day declaring bad omen to an already terrified neighborhood. She knew she could take care of Anya on her own, but she couldn't leave her mother by herself. As cruel as she was, Myra knew she was lonely, she had never known anyone else to rely on but Myra. The woman who raised her was a mystery to her, a mystery that threatened violence on attempts of uncovering it.

There were few nights Myra could remember from her childhood where her mother stood on the dimly lit porch as she sobbed on her bony shoulder. Apologies flew out of her trembling mouth, with promises long abandoned.

Myra put in her all, trying to get the stubborn piece out metal detached from the wall. the conversation in the living room got louder and more terrifying, yet fainter and more blurry. Every breath Myra attempted to take stopped in her throat, forming what felt like a lump of air in her throat, a thousand thorns to her neck that tried to rip her skin apart.

finally, she could felt the ends of the grilles loosen. Detaching it from the wall, she peeked into what looked like the abyss.

"I'll call out for you when i see a way out, just stay calm and crawl your way out okay? I'll be there." she instructed Anya, receiving a terrified sniffle and a nod as a response. she stroked Anya's cheek and scanned her face. Pursing her lips, Myra climbed back into the passage and began to crawl the tube pervaded by cobwebs and dust. she scanned for an escape. She paused for a moment, letting a disturbed sob break through, Myra covered her mouth with her palm, she can't Anya know she's gone weak, fragile at the moment of utmost distress. As she pushed herself further a thunder brewed in her, leading her further, yet it wanted to hold her back.

Finally, Myra was met with a metal patch on the wall.

She could feel the cold metal under her fingertips as she carefully examined the patch. There was a subtle seam along its edges, hinting at its potential to open. Myra took a deep breath, wiping away the sweat that had formed on her forehead. She pressed against the patch, using all her strength to slide it to the side.

As the metal slab creaked open, a narrow passage revealed itself. Myra's heart raced, uncertain of what lay beyond. She peered into the darkness, straining her eyes to catch a glimpse of any sign of safety. The muffled sounds of chaos from the house behind her echoed through the passage, a constant reminder of the urgency of their escape.

Summoning her courage, Myra crawled into the unknown, inching her way through the dimly lit tunnel. The metallic scent of dampness filled her nostrils, and the occasional rat scurried away as she disturbed its hiding place. The passage seemed to go on forever, twisting and turning in unexpected directions.

Back in the bathroom, Anya strained her ears for any sign of Myra. The minutes felt like hours as she clung to the hope that Myra would find a way out for both of them. The only sounds she could hear were the distant murmurs of the menacing voices in the other room.

Myra, determined to find an exit, continued to crawl through the labyrinthine passage. She encountered intersections, some leading to dead ends, and others branching off into unknown territories. The air grew colder as she ventured deeper into the mysterious network of tunnels.

Just as doubt began to creep into her mind, Myra stumbled upon a ladder leading upward. She couldn't shake the worry for Anya, who was still trapped in that suffocating house.

Myra jogged back to the pipe and threw an echo of a call to her sister.

a shaky and muffled "I'm coming" summoned a wave of relief that crashed on the shores of Myra's terror droughted mind. She replied with a reassuring message, an offer for Anya to call out if she's faced with fright.

About fifteen minutes had passed when a loud thud echoed in the passageway. A distant series of sounds of stones and objects clattering and eventually breaking down. A childlike shriek followed, Myra's heart swelled up and eyes widened.

"ANYA!' she called out, a piercing cry that should've reached anyone and gotten her a quick reply, yet nothing came. She called out three more times until panic took over her entirely.

Its all her fault. She was stupid to leave Anya behind. She knew she'd never forgive herself. Not in this lifetime, not any.

She had to go back.

The passageway required climbing which wouldn't be possible on the flat metallic surface. She tried to find the clear of logic as fear and uncertainty clouded her mind. Myra made her way to the metallic ladder of the sewage and climbed upwards. She pulled all the strength in her together and pushed up the circular opening and set it aside. As daylight flooded in, Myra stuck her head out to scan her surroundings, realizing she was in the middle of the road lying behind the woods next to the apartments. getting on her feet, Myra drove her core , storming into the middle of the woods, every tree witnessing the deafening cries of help that roared inside of Myra, driving her forward into a race with fear.

Ashe made her way to the clear, Myra couldn't feel herself pant. she had to save her breathe to soak in the sight in front of her. her home no longer stood. the box she resided in for years was nothing but a pile of rubbles and bricks, stones and furniture; and lifeless bodies.

Her feet yearned to walk away yet she carried her trembling self forward. Her eyes wished to be blinded yet they scan for any signs of life; any signs of Anya.

The marble pieces that were once the sink wore a blanket of glass shards and Anya's beige skin stood out amongst the grey, her eyes wide open and body enveloped by dust and patches of blood. Myra wanted to lie down dead with her. She wanted to kiss her face and bring her to life so they could run away together. She wanted the harshest of punishments inflicted upon herself for being stupid enough to leave Anya alone, for letting fear cloud her logic.

Myra kneeled down while an earthquake was all she felt within her. A slight movement that she detected in Anya alarmed her. "Hey, hey.", Myra said in a hoarse, panic stricken concern.

Anya's eyes scanned Myra's face, her lips trembled as if wanting to say something yet ending up in failure.

"I'm sorry", Myra spoke up as the dam broke, one sob after another, a flood of apologies and words of guilt breaking through

Anya shushed Myra, a faint and croaky sentence followed, "I'll be okay. Go. For me."

Nothing was heard or felt from Anya afterwards. An hour had passed of Myra sobbing and wallowing in grief before she built up all of the life that remained within her and walked towards her mother's lifeless body, lying the midst of all the rubbles. Myra picked up a card that lied beside her, which seemed like an identity card of sorts, with small picture of her mother on the side

her mother's hair was neatly pushed back into a braid, she seemed a few years younger. a dark symbol floated above the picture.

it was a creature, with a sinister aura, skull with the body of an octopus, trapped inside a circle.

the words that Myra was able to register at that moment were her mother's name, "Aditi Chauhan"

"Distinguished Hydra Operative", written below her name in bold letters.

Myra didn't have time to analyze the tragedy that had struck. She made a promise. Her sister gave her a wish, her sister who died because of her.

Myra had to pull herself together and get ahead. Wipe her misery and her tears off her face.

she had to run as far as possible.

and she did.

tags: @chechesbooks

a/n: im so sorry this took so long :(. but it's here!!. i really wanted to set the record for my oc straight with a backstory, so hear it is. it may not be perfect since i don't have tons of writing experience but i hope y'all like it.

i will soon be posting headcanons for motherfigure!natasha [and some romance for the harley keener x oc ;) ] so stay tuned!

[prpfz]

🌸 I am a 21+ roleplayer and have recently gone head-first back into my love for certain fandoms that I would love to find some partners to roleplay with! At the moment, I'm mostly looking for canon x canon. I would consider oc x canon or oc x oc depending on the plot and pairing. ✶ Marvel characters I'd like to write are: Wade Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Illyana Rasputin, Vannessa Carlysle, Brunnhilde, Sigyn, Druig, Helmut Zemo, Harley Keener, and more. ✶ Stranger Things characters I'd like to write are: Steve Harrington, Henry Creel, Kali Prasad, Lucas Sinclair, Barb Holland, and more. ✶ The Hunger Games characters I'd like to write are: Finnick Odair, Annie Cresta, Haymitch Abernathy, Rue, Johanna Mason, and more. ✶ MISC. Fandoms I'd like to write in: IT, The Umbrella Academy, Community, Breaking Bad, Avatar: The Last Airbender, The Walking Dead, and more. I'm open to platonic or romantic dynamics and any gendered pairing (mxf, mxm, fxf, nbxm, poly, etc.)! I unfortunately can not guarantee daily or every other day replies at the moment with my work + school schedule. My writing style ranges from literate to novella depending on the thread and I'm looking for 18+ writing partners!

give a like and anon will get back to you

[novella-writers]

I am a 21+ roleplayer and have recently gone head-first back into my love for certain fandoms that I would love to find some partners to roleplay with! At the moment, I'm mostly looking for canon x canon. I would consider oc x canon or oc x oc depending on the plot and pairing. ✶ Marvel characters I'd like to write are: Wade Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Illyana Rasputin, Vannessa Carlysle, Brunnhilde, Sigyn, Druig, Helmut Zemo, Harley Keener, and more. ✶ Stranger Things characters I'd like to write are: Steve Harrington, Henry Creel, Kali Prasad, Lucas Sinclair, Barb Holland, and more. ✶ The Hunger Games characters I'd like to write are: Finnick Odair, Annie Cresta, Haymitch Abernathy, Rue, Johanna Mason, and more. ✶ MISC. Fandoms I'd like to write in: IT, The Umbrella Academy, Community, Breaking Bad, Avatar: The Last Airbender, The Walking Dead, and more. I'm open to platonic or romantic dynamics and any gendered pairing (mxf, mxm, fxf, nbxm, poly, etc.)! I unfortunately can not guarantee daily or every other day replies at the moment with my work + school schedule. I'm looking for 18+ writing partners!

Like if interested!

[aceditwrites]

The Master List (hi)

Master List:

Hi, i’m ace. I got really bored and i need an excuse to procrastinate on my personal writing projects so i decided to start an account dedicated to just writing. So like, you can request almost anything (limits below) like if you want like a platonic fic just ask! If you want the reader to be the kid or sibling of the character, i’ll do it! You can be as specific or as vague as you want, eventually i’ll get some prompts for help but for now, you gotta wing it. Also I’ll write for like any fandom even if i dont know it, i’ll try my hardest but i’d prefer if you stuck to the list below. Anyways yeah.  (also pfp is nyurei on picrew)

So basic rules, 

If youre an nsfw account dni, also i will not write smut regardless of age given i’m a minor

No incest 

I’m currently only doing x readers, that might change in the future but for now no ocs or ships

I’d prefer if you didn’t request x reader with an actual person, (ex. Instead of asking for a Maya Hawke x reader, ask for a Robin Buckley x reader)

If you know a character’s sexuality and you dont fit, dont ask (ex. Nico is gay, I will not write Nico x fem! reader)

Please specify pronouns when requesting 

Please keep in mind i’m not a professional writer 

Please use common sense and dont do something that makes me have to update the rules

Anyways, so fandoms i’ll write for

It 2017/2019: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon (specify if you want 2017 or 2019)

Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Connor Stoll, Travis Stoll, Nico Di Angelo, Will Solace

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Charlie Bradbury, Rowena (does girly have a last name 💀), Jack Kline (platonic only)

South park (platonic only for everyone, they’re children): Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Butters Scotch, Tolkien Black (or is it Token? I swear its always spelled different), Timmy, Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Jimmy Valmer, Wendy Testaburger 

Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory: Darius Bowman (i’d prefer if we kept it platonic with him but romance is ok i guess), Kenji Kon, Brooklyn, Yasmina Fadoula, Sammy Guiterrez, Ben Pincus, 

Marvel: Tony Stark (platonic only, so sorry) Steve Rodger, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Peter, Ned Leeds, M.J, Harley Keener, Thor Odinson, Loki Odinson, Shuri, T'Challa, Okoye

The Owl House: Luz Noceda, Willow Park, Amity Blight, Edric Blight, Emira Blight, Gus Porter, Eda Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorn, Hooty (platonic preferred, but if you freaky like that go ahead and ask for romance, see what happens), Raine Whispers

The Umbrella Academy: Luther, Diego, Alison, Klaus, Five (would he date a kid or an adult cause-), Ben (he can be alive or yall could be ghosts), Vanya 

Dear Evan Hansen: Connor Murphy (my beloved), Evan Hansen, Jared Kleinman, Zoe Murphy, Alana Beck

Heather: Heather Chandler, Heather McNamara, Heather Duke, Veronica Sawyer, Jason Dean, Martha Dunnstock

Invincible: Mark Grayson, Debbie Grayson, Eve Wilkins, Rex Splode, Amber Bennet, William Clockwell

Idk how any of this works but uh have fun

[somethingeden]

Book help - Series + Characters and Love Tropes

[Firstly, here is post for the fandoms]

Hello, I am a writer on Wattpad and I am trying to think of a story. I do get writer's block so I have old books but I am to lazy to rewrite them. Okay so I have a few ideas but may you use about a minute to vote or even give me suggestions, it would be appreciated! I could also do a cross over.

Series and the characters that I am considering of doing is (I am also okay with character x character and oc x oc:

Narnia (Edmund Pevensie/Peter Pevensie/Caspian X/Lucy Pevensie/Susan Pevensie/Aslan/Eustace Scrubb)

MCU (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Wanda Maximoff/Peter Parker/Harley Keener/Hope Lang/Scott Lang/Same Wilson/Natasha Romanoff/Pietro Maximoff/Tony Stark/Thor/Loki/Stephen Strange/Wade Wilson/Peter Quill)

Harry Potter (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy/Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger/Luna Lovegood/Neville Longbottom/Blaise Zabini/Pansy Parkinson/Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Bellatrix Lestrange/Ginny Weasley/Fred Weasley/George Weasley/Bill Weasley/Charlie Weasley/Cedric Diggory/Tom Riddle/Mattheo Riddle)

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (Albus Potter/James Potter II/Rose Granger-Weasley/Scorpius Malfoy/Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter/Hermione Granger/Ted Lupin)

Marauders (James Potter/Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Bellatrix Black/Marlene Mckinnon/Mary Mcdonald/Dorcas Meadows)

Doctor Who (9th Doctor/Jack Harkness/10th Doctor/Donna Noble/11th Doctor/Amy Pond/Clara Oswin Oswald/12th Doctor/13th Doctor/Yasmin Khan/Ryan Sinclair/14th Doctor/Donna Noble/Rose Noble)

Heartstopper (Ben Hope/Harry Greene/Imogen Heaney/David Nelson)

Grease (Danny Zuko/Sandy Olsson/Kenickie Murdock/Leo Balmudo)

Disney (Ariel/Maleficent/Briar Rose/Ursula/Prince Eric)

Greek Mythology (Medusa/Hades/Poseidon/Apollo/Ares/Hermes/Demeter)

The Mortal Instruments [I haven't read all the books] (Jace Wayland-Herondale.../Alec Lightwood/Raphael Santiago/Isabelle Lightwood/Magnus Bane/Jonathan Morgenstern/Maia Roberts/Jordan Kyle)

Percy Jackson [I sadly don't have the books but I am going to base it off the tv series that'll come out next month] (Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase/Grover Underwood/Luke Castellan/Ares/Poseidon/Hades/Clarisse La Rue/Medusa/Hermes/Hephaestus)

Enola Holmes 1 and 2 (Enola Holmes/Tewksbury/Sherlock Holmes/Mycroft Holmes)

Jurassic Park (Ian Malcolm/Alan Grant)

Jurassic World (Own Grady/Zach Mitchell/Maisie Lockwood/Gray Mitchell/Ian Malcolm/Alan Grant)

Little Women (Theodore Laurence)

Lord of the Rings (Frodo Baggins/Legolas Greenleaf/Aragorn/Eomer/Faramir)

The Hobbit (Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield/Kili Oakenshield/Fili Oakenshield/Thranduil Greenleaf/Bard/Legolas Greenleaf)

Uncharted (Nathan Drake/Victor Sullivan/Chloe Frazer)

Supernatural (Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester/Jack Kline/Claire Novak)

Mamma Mia 1 and 2 (Sam Carmichael/Harry Bright/Bill Anderson/Sky)

Love tropes:

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

Forbidden Love

Secret Identity/Billionaire/Royal

Best friend's Brother/Sister

Second Chance

Soulmates

Fake Relationships to Lovers

Wedding – Runaway Bride/Runaway Groom/Jilted/Arranged Marriage

Strangers to Lovers

Amnesia/Mistaken Identity

Holiday Romance/Flings (Can lead to a baby)

Already Together

Hero x Villain

Sworn off Relationships

Opposites Attract

Secret Baby

Two Person Love Triangle (Mistaken Identity)

Reunited

Fairy Tale Retelling

Bet

Blind Date

and more...

[uglyduckling339]

Tag 9 People you wanna get to know better!

The post I was tagged in was getting long so i'm restarting it but @theflarrieshipper thanks for the tag <33

Top 5 Ships (it was 3 but i'm indecisive): Ronance (Stranger Things), Pricefield (LiS), Willex (JATP), Zeddison (Disney Zombies), Juke (JATP)

First ever ship: for the first year I would only read fanfics with Y/N or an OC so honestly idk but i'm gonna guess it's probably Peter Parker x Harley Keener (Marvel)

Last song I listened to: 30/90 - Tick Tick Boom

Last movie I watched: Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer (1964)

Currently Reading: One Of Us is Lying by Karen M. McManus

Currently Watching: Hamilton

Currently Consuming: Idk if this means food/drink or media but an Arizona Green Tea

Currently Craving: a Cola Slushie

No pressure tags: @borfbork @theredrenard @reesethedndencantolover @polychromatiica @sayorseee @blackwidowsaturn @mouse-fantoms @c-rose2081 @ky-loves-jatp

[vibing-lowkey]

Introduction

Hi everyone! My name is Allie, I’m a 20F who loves to read, write, learn, and roleplay! I, of course do other things, like college amongst other things! I’m fairly active, though, it depends on how much stress I’m under, but I usually will reply once a week (though, I’m sure I will reply a lot more than that! I do have two different time zones depending where I am, though, it’s not a huge difference. If I am at college, it’s EST and when I’m home it’s CST.

Rules

I will NOT roleplay with anyone under the age of 18, no exceptions, even if there is no smut involved. It’s just a preference for me!

I do not roleplay well in doubles, nor do I like roleplaying with OC’s unless it’s an OC X OC roleplay (which is extremely rare for me.) I can thank all the female Spencer Reid OC’s for my dislike of both doubling and OC’s. (I know people do have very well developed OC’s, I just haven’t had any of those 🫠)

Please let me know if you’re ever getting bored with the roleplay, or if you’re simply not interested anymore. I don’t really get upset, I may be sad, but I will NEVER guilt you for needing to leave or losing interest. The same goes for taking a break!

Please be understanding and have patience. I understand that you have a life outside of roleplaying and I do too. If I haven’t heard back from you in a while or vise versa, I’ll just shoot you a message about if you’re still interested.

Preferences

I quite throughly enjoy talking outside roleplay and making friends with the people that I talk to.

I do tend to get very excited and will definitely show you songs, photos, headcanons, etc about whatever fandom we are roleplaying, please be okay with that!

I love coming up with plot points together, planning is a huge thing for me, even if we’re already started and talking about the next major point in the story!

I don’t mind having smut in roleplays, however, I don’t like for it to be the main focus and occasionally, I won’t be in the mood to write it and will ask to skip over it

I prefer to write on discord, just because I really like the features on there.

Fandoms

These are just a list of the fandoms I am wanting to roleplay as of right now, in order of want.

Nimona

Shameless (US)

Marvel (MCU)

Characters I’m Willing to Play

Nimona

Ambrosius Goldenloin

Ballister Boldheart

Shameless

Mickey Milkovich (prefer)

Ian Gallagher

Marvel (MCU)

Peter Parker (Tom Holland version)

Harley Keener

Loki Laufeyson

Wanda Maximoff

Ships

Nimona

Ambrosius x Ballister

Shameless

Ian Gallagher x Mickey Milkovich

Marvel (MCU)

Peter Parker x Harley Keener

Loki Laufeyson x any male character within reason

Wanda Maximoff x Vision

If a ship that you wanted to do is not on the list, ask me about it! The worst that’ll happen is I’ll say I don’t do that!

Thanks for reading!

xoxo

Allie

[findroleplay]

Hi there! I'm Sam (he/him), and I’ve recently really been craving a mxm rp again. Please be over 18, as I’m over 18 myself, and would like to include both NSFW and possibly darker themes.

I really like dark and angsty plots with occasional lighthearted and fluffy scenes, but it’s definitely something we can discuss together, depending on what you’re comfortable with. I’m sure we’ll be able to figure something out together!

Ships im currently looking for (I’d like you to write for the bold ones):

- Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

- Peter Parker x Harley Keener (Marvel)

- Peter Parker x Jonny Storm (Marvel)

- Peter Parker x Deadpool (Marvel)

- Remus Lupin x Sirius Black (Harry Potter)

Apart from that, I’d really like to find someone for a fandomless mxm Oc x Oc rp, where im specifically looking for someone to play a top/dominant role. Maybe our Ocs could even have a kind of golden retriever (my Oc) x black cat (your Oc) dynamic, if that’s something you’d like to try.

If any of this sounds good to you, message me at @nomaboi and I’ll get back to you!

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[floripire]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE(S) SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

@founderscouncil's jed is a big one, considering i came up with flori after reading about one of ace's wanted plots. i also like @d3adthings' pj and flori together because i think they'd be great. also, @ofvalor and i made flosie a thing - josie and flori - and i love everything about them. there is also @fatecrafted's werewolf, sylas priestly, who i love. sweet werewolf himbo who comes from a huge pack and has a lot on his shoulders. @loetise's allie is also someone that i very much adore and consider an otp for flori. platonically, flori loves the anti squad (mia, loren) so fucking much. she'd fight, die and kill for them. they are her family. they're my platonic otp for sure.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

flori's in her late teens, early to mid twenties. so i would prefer to ship with muses in that same age range.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

when the clothes come off and stuff below the belt gets mentioned. i may rb nsfw posts on here but i mostly write it out on discord.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

sorta kinda? i mean, ideally i would love for our muses to have chemistry but truthfully? if you're okay with it, i'm okay with it. so long as we keep each other in the loop about it. i've said it before and i'll say it again: i'm here to write and have a good time and i would like that to be the case for both/all of us.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

bear in mind, this is me throwing characters out there that i would think go well with flori - this is not me saying this should happen asap: - xavier thorpe - scott mccall - kira yukimura - maybe even liam dunbar - tory from cobra kai - hawk from cobra kai - michelle jones-watson - mcu!peter parker - mcu!harley keener - across the spiderverse's hobie brown - any of the 1996!yellowjackets ladies - olive stone - season 4!cal stone - tj morrison - apollo burns - juan ruiz - tilda weber - jack morton - alyssa drake - lilith bathory - hamish duke - randall carpio - tally craven - abigail bellweather - scylla ramshorn - raelle collar - your oc(s) and i am forever patiently waiting for the day where someone picks up colton gobbo as a fc so we can ship together lmao. look at how he looks at her in the gif.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

just let me know that you'd like a ship and we can get the ball rolling. see #4 for more information.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

i'm ship obsessed! not just about my own but about your ships as well. if we're mutuals and you've got a ship going? chances are i will ask about them. prompted, unprompted. i will love them as much as you do, i can assure you that.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

heck yeah!

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

tvd: bonnie x happiness, first and foremost because bonnie's my girl. bonora has always intrigued me. klaroline seems fun. steroline. forwood. i've also read a couple of tylena fics here and there. i could see bonnie x elena x caroline. also bonnie x caroline. i haven't read as much bonnie x elena stuff yet, i don't think. to: i've always been a huge fan of gia x elijah and i will mourn the fact that they weren't endgame forever. i also ship @witchfirst and @savagevillain's characters together. legacies: i shipped emma x alaric for a minute before i jumped ship to dorian x emma who are, imho, superior. when it comes to the students, these are my ships: josie x rafael, mizzie, mizziethan, hosie, hafael, handon (as written out on the dash by my mutuals, specifically because i'm not as much of a fan of them in the show), handosie (forever mourning the fact that they did not go there), i'd be cool with hizzie too. cleo x kaleb. kaleb x jed. i shipped both kaleb x alyssa and jed x alyssa. and also kaleb x alyssa x jed. i was also - and mind you, this was way before cleo was even introduced - a big lizzie x kaleb stan. josie x jed is also adorable. idk if jed x lizzie was ever a thing but i'm putting them on the list also. jed x hope. cleo x hope. ethan x hope. hope x maya. i wanted more for finsie to be honest. brock x wade has always been a beloved crackship of mine; they never talked in the show but in my head, they are in love. dana x sasha x connor; sasha x connor; dana x connor; dana x sasha.

stolen from @witchwrld & @seesgood

[rp-partnerfinder]

Ello everyone! 25M looking to do a RP based off the Spider-Man 2 game that came out about 6 months ago. I'm looking to do a MxM romance between Harry Osborn, and my OC. We can discuss details in DMs, but I would like my partner to be 18+, and at least semi-lit. Other rp's I'm willing to do are:

-Peter Parker x my OC (MCU/Insomniac)

-Bruno Carrelli x my OC (MCU)

-Harley Keener x my OC (MCU; aged up)

-Doctor Who rp with my OC

If you are interested at all, feel free to DM me or friend me on Discord (username is the same as here)!

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[roleplay-today]

24M Looking to do a MxM Spider-Man rp. I wanna do:

-Harry Osborn x my OC (Insomniac version)

-My OC x Peter Parker (MCU/Insomniac)

-My OC x Bruno Carrelli (MCU)

-My OC x (aged up) Harley Keener (MCU)

I'm semi-lit and would like my partner to be that or higher, as well as be 18+. If you're interested, feel free to DM me or friend me on Discord (my username is the same there). Also: if I happen to do the Harry Osborn one, I wouldn't mind having a third person to be Peter)

[bigbadripley]

Chemistry - Ⅰ - Volunteer Hours

Pairing: Valkyrie x Bisexual!Female!OC Appearances: Student!Valkyrie, Professor!Tony Stark, Student!Yelena Belova

Summary: Reese Majors decides to join a tutoring program hosted by her favorite professor for volunteer hours. She gets set up to tutor a girl named Valkyrie Brunnhilde, a bombshell she’s never met before. Reese finds herself in a world of trouble as she grows closer to the once stranger that she is meant to help with her classwork. 

+18 | third-person omniscient | 1,618 words | Fluffy | College AU | Warnings: Light swearing, mutual pining

A/N: I write new warnings for each part of the story. You are responsible for your own consumption of stories online. DL;DR. As always, if you find anything that needs to have a warning or I mislabeled something, please let me know~ 

Chapter list (ongoing)

"Good evening, Reese." Professor Stark greeted as the girl with the strawberry blonde hair walked briskly past him. Reese had one thing on her mind, and her focus on getting to it almost caused her to ignore her favorite professor entirely. 

"Evening, Professor!" She called back after processing what he had said. She felt it was necessary to reply, not only because it would be rude not to, but because she was his star pupil. 

The chilly air on campus mixed with her rushing movements was enough to make her nose burn. She just needed to get to the library, where her new project awaited. Reese was excited but knew it might not last long once she gets her volunteer hours in for graduation. 

She burst through the double doors of the stone building that the students knew as the library and past the books and bookshelves. The place smelled like old literature and printer ink, which had a nostalgic feeling behind it for Reese. 

Upon spotting the sheet of paper hanging on a lone pillar in the middle of the room, she scurried over and examined it to see if she made the cut:

Tutors:

Peter Parker - Mathematics and History

Jane Foster - Astronomy, Physics, English

Reese Majors - Sciences, Mathematics, Spanish

Harley Keener - Engineering and Robotics 

Please see Professor Stark for details. Office hours 8 AM to 5 PM. 

Once her name was spotted, she immediately turned back around and through the doors again, hoping she might still be able to catch Stark walking back to his office. Reese picked up her pace, running like the former track star she was until she eventually caught back up to Stark. 

"Professor!" She called out between heavy breaths. Man, I need to run more. She thought to herself. Stark pivoted around to face her with a stack of papers in his arm. 

"I knew you were going to the library. You could have just stopped me before, Reese." He laughed, shuffling through the papers until he found the one he needed and pulled it out, handing it to her. "Your orders. You start with two mentees, who have already picked the times that work best for them, and when they understand the subject you're mentoring them in, you sign off on them and I assign you a new mentee. Easy, peasy." He explained. 

Reese scanned the paper for a moment, not fully absorbing the information before thanking Stark and running back to her dorm. 

As always, Reese's roommate Yelena was sprawled out on her bed when Reese arrived. 

"You been doing cardio?" The Russian woman asked, pointing out Reese's shortness of breath. Reese sat at her small desk and skimmed the page that her professor gave her, quickly trying to work out who she was starting with: 

Valkyrie Brunnhilde, Monday and Tuesday, 4 PM, Chemistry

Thor Odinson, Wednesday and Thursday, 3 PM, Calculus

The day was Sunday, so her first tutoring session would be the following day with someone she had never seen or heard of. 

"Who the hell is Valkyrie Brunnhilde?" Reese asked Yelena, still trying to fully catch her breath. Yelena cocked her head,

"Dunno, why do you ask?"

"I'm supposed to be tutoring her and- fucking Thor, of all people- but I have no clue who she is," Reese explained, falling deeper into her desk chair. 

Yelena began to chuckle, "You gotta tutor Thor? That's amazing. It'll be so awkward for you!" She exclaimed. Reese was fully aware of how awkward it would be for her, the only thing that would be worse was if she was tutoring that dumbass Loki or even her old flame Barton. In that respect, she was thankful it was merely Thor. 

"It could be a lot worse, but I'm still not happy," Reese stated aloud. Her roommate thought for a moment before agreeing, 

"Da, it could be. Why even take on this program? You're busy enough already." 

Reese realized how crappy she was about to sound, but if she couldn't be honest with Yelena, she might as well throw in the towel on their friendship. "I need the volunteer hours, and I'm ahead, so I have time to kill." She says with a shrug. 

The blonde rolled her eyes, "Right, it's easier counting on your fingers how many spare hours you have in one day. It's eight, for sleep." She continued to laugh. Reese wasn't offended, as she knew she put herself in this situation. 

Reese sat at a round table in the library getting everything set up and spread out for her first tutoring session. She was nervous not knowing who it was that she was meant to be working with, but excited to be doing it all the same. The only problem was: her mentee was late.

She was bookmarking the pages that Doctor Banner was going over in his chem class when she heard a voice speak up from behind her,

"Excuse me, are you Reese?" The English accent asked. Reese turned her body and was immediately stopped dead in the water by the most gorgeous girl she had ever seen.

It was as if the world stopped turning. This couldn't be my mentee, could she? She's insanely hot! Reese thought to herself, studying her perfect face, long braids, plump lips, and big brown eyes. Reese was always a sucker for brown eyes. Suddenly even more nervous, she responded. 

"I am, yes. And you're Valkyrie?" Reese asked, trying not to trip over her words. The woman smiled at her and Reese's heart froze at the sight: she was simply stunning. 

"Yes, but my friends call me Val." She informed, taking the seat next to her. Val took to Reese right away. When she first entered the library, she saw the nearly-red-headed girl with glasses and hoped, even pleaded with the Gods that she was her tutor. Even if Reese wasn't into women, it would still be a treat to Val's eyes. 

In all of Reese's time at this university, she had never seen Val and was quick to find out why through bits of conversation: she was a transfer student and a sophomore, and ultimately, Reese didn't get out nearly enough to notice this severely captivating woman. Now, she needs help in chemistry: a subject Reese excelled at. Reese was smitten from the jump.

"You sure you need help with this? It seems like you have it down already!" Reese said, complimenting Val for understanding more than she let on. Val gasped,

"Seriously, I don't understand half of this stuff! You just caught me on a good day, I guess." She joked. Reese couldn't imagine Val having a single bad day. Val's laugh was enough to make her nearly double over with heartburn and her smile was so goddamn sweet it made her jaw hurt. 

Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, Did my heart fly at your service. Reese thought of the Shakespeare quote. She was never sappy or cheesy with romance or this drawn to anyone. She couldn't even remember having this feeling when she first met her ex-boyfriend. Yet, she was always a sucker for pretty girls. Oh, the bisexual woman's plight. 

Reese feared that if she were to continue getting lost in her thoughts, she might not be of much help to the beautiful Val but they got a lot done for their first session, though it seemed time went by far too quickly.

The pair parted ways after exchanging numbers, declaring that they would see each other tomorrow. Reese made it back to her dorm, where Yelena asked how it went right away. She explained how it went, sparing details that she wanted to keep for herself.

The following evening, Reese was in the library again, setting up at the same table as before. She was anxious to see Val again and planned on getting to know her better, in between actual tutoring. Once again, Val was late, but Reese didn't mind. 

Once Val arrived, they got to work rather quickly. This, in part, was because Reese wanted to have some time to spare for banter. They were going over the study guide for the upcoming chem exam and to no surprise, Val understood it a lot better after a single explanation. 

"This stuff really wasn't clicking for me before when Banner was teaching it. You're good at this." Val complimented Reese, which made her blush and quickly divert her gaze. God, could I be any more transparent? Reese thought to herself. 

Though it was difficult for Reese to read Val, Val was taking an internal inventory of how much having a pretty girl talk her through things improved her ability to learn. They continued to sit closer and closer together as the lesson went on, each hovering over the packet and Val's body nearly hugging into Reese's. 

Reese wanted to kiss Val, but the idea of even attempting froze her in place. What if she's not into me? What if she's not into women at all? She thought to herself. Val had the same thoughts scrolling through her head like the end credits of a movie. 

Val would have kissed Reese if she was sure. There was a hint that Reese might be okay with it, but something in the girl’s deep green eyes told Val to take her time. She wasn’t against the idea of getting cozy with her tutor, but it appeared that Reese had obvious boundaries. That, or she was nervous. 

"Alright, ladies. Closing time." The library aid spoke up, spinning a keyring around his finger. Reese and Val were both startled out of the moment and backed off from each other, disappointed with their time being cut short. 

Reese hadn't even realized what time it was. She couldn't even remember if they made it through the lesson plan fully or not. She just knew that her time with Val was cut short and she couldn't bring herself to sort out another time to see her before they declared that they would see each other next week. 

[incorrect-st4r-ocs]

Tony: Have you seen Felix?

Harley: No, it wasn't my turn to watch him.

[bagsybaggins]

Chapter 2: The Agony of His Mistakes

[Isabella's POV]

I knew that time was a constant that never stopped or sped up, not without another hand interfering with it at least, (looking at you Dr. Strange). I also knew that despite our different looks and personalities, my sister and I go hand in hand. She was the opposite side of my coin, just like I was her opposite on hers. We had our faults, visible or not. And I knew that we wouldn't be the same, nor would we enjoy the same crowds. I wouldn't necessarily say that I was the generic outcast while she was the popular one-

"Hey watch it!" I heard a boy say as I accidentally bumped into him, I roll my eyes with a sigh as I turn back to see Liz glaring the guy down.

If anything, we just didn't fit into a specific crowd or any social system. She interacted with practically anyone, while I preferred to stick with my close friends. However, Liz had a temper-

"Or what?" Liz raised her brow at him, a sneer on her face.

She was quick to anger, like Papá, or at least that's what Mom told me. But to be honest, I barely remember him. He left when we were six, and now I'm 15 years old and in my second year of high school. Would've been in my third year if I hadn't decided to stay in the same grade as Liz. I know what he looks like, with the few pictures we have of him, pictures that were shoved away in a box somewhere in our attic. But I couldn't tell you a single thing about who he was exactly. To me, he's a mystery that I'm not sure if it's worth solving. I mean, he's the one that left, not us. And he's had time to come back, I know he has. For the past few years we've been getting money shoved into our mailbox from him, so he has time to see us. But just chooses not to.

I scrunch my nose to adjust my glasses as I close my book and actually look at Liz. "Come on Liz, just let it go. We're already late as it is, and you know how Tony gets when he wants to act dramatic."

Liz's glare at the guy doesn't break until I poke at her shoulder, and then she narrows her eyes at him before finally moving away from him. I shake my head before blowing the stupid strand of my curly black hair out of my face. The one strand of hair that refuses to stay in my hair tie and always comes loose when I'm not paying attention. We walk out the doors of our high school with Liz to my right, snow caking the grass with large piles on the side of the sidewalks. I open my messenger bag and push my book in, spine first. Then as I pull out my grey wool scarf, something Uncle Happy gave to me, I feel an arm being placed around my shoulder. 

I knew who it was without having to look, having this sort of interaction being practically a daily occurrence. But I still looked anyways.

Harley Keener, a friend I met through Tony when I was 10. He was my best friend, my sister didn't count as a best friend, even if she was. 

"Heading to the tower?" He asked, a certain knowing look in his eye as he turned his gaze to me. 

I narrow my eyes at him before answering, "You know we are, why, what are you planning?"

He chuckles while shaking his head, his arm falling from my shoulder. "Nothing, nothing!" At my raised brow, he raised his hands and stepped in front of me, walking backward. "Truly! I'm not planning anything, I swear."

I see Liz roll her eyes with a huff escaping her as she zips up her indigo jacket, something I knew didn't actually keep her warm. I turn back to Harley who just grinned at me after I nodded my head, his hands slipping back into his coat pockets. He continued to walk backward and I pulled my scarf around my neck, the January air seeping down my spine. 

"Fine, but you know something. I know that look Harley, Tony has something planned, and it's either a prank or something stupid like he bought out Netflix." I state as I cross my arms.

He just shrugs his shoulders, looking away from us with a cheeky smile on his face. Then as he takes another step back, he slips on ice, and a single startling yelp escapes him as he falls backward. My eyes widened as I stared at him before I hear Liz snort beside me, which set me off. He pushed himself up and leaned back on his hands as he deadpanned up at us as we laughed heartily. 

"This is karma Harley, for making my ringtone be stuck as Rick Astley." Liz wheezed as she pointed at him.

He gave an amused huff before giving me a pointed look, as my laughter died down slowly I helped him to his feet.

"Glad I could amuse you." He said dryly, but his grin gave away his true feelings.

He brushed the back of his jeans as Liz wiped her cheek, brushing away the imaginary tear. "I needed to see you fall on your ass."

We paused in step, Liz pulling out her phone while I adjusted my bag. I nudged Harley's arm and he turned to me.

"You need to be careful, you could've slipped down the stairs." I softly say and his eyes soften as he smiled at me.

"Nah, I think I'm too smart to get hurt." He chuckles, causing Liz to snort as she starts to walk ahead.

"More like you're too stupid-" 

I sigh heavily as Liz slips onto her back, on the same piece of ice Harley slipped on. Harley laughs as I shake my head and offer my hand down towards her. 

"Really, you guys need to watch where you're going." I huff as she grabs my hand after glaring up at Harley. "One day, one of you or even both of you will end up tripping down a spiral staircase and I'll be the one taking you guys to the hospital."

Both Harley and Liz roll their eyes, "Says you." They say in unison.

I pause and turn to them, "What's that supposed to mean?"

 -

"I see you finally made it. After almost-' Tony pauses to glance down at his wrist, which was bare- '40 minutes of being out of school. What held you little gremlins up? Girls? Boys?"

I roll my eyes as he raised a brow at us. "No, but Harley and Liz slipped on some ice. Had to stop and laugh."

Tony scoffs a laugh as he shakes his head. He walks across the room, rounding the table that I placed my bag on. As he opens a drawer, I open my bag and dig out my book, the greatest works of Edgar Allan Poe. Harley and Liz move beside Tony as he reaches over and places something on top of my bag. I look up at them, noticing their grins before I glance down at the small rectangular box. 

"What's this?" I question hesitantly as I place my book down beside me. 

Liz crossed her arms as she leaned against the table, "It was my idea-" "uh, no it wasn't" "Yeah right." Tony and Harley interrupted. 

She rolled her eyes before continuing, "It was an idea we all collaborated on, mostly to stop you from complaining about your glasses."

Harley frowned before shrugging and nodding, "Not necessarily the main reason, but one of them."

I click my tongue and shake my head in disagreement. "I don't complain about them all the time-"

"You've complained about how they fog up." "How you have to get new ones every year-" "And how they give you headaches when the prescription is too strong, need I go on?" Tony raised a brow at me.

Staring at him for a moment with my arms crossed, I shake my head softly. "No."

Tony sighs softly before smiling and rounding the table. He stops in front of me and takes my glasses off my face, the blurriness of my normal vision making me want to squint to see him clearly.

"Harley and I built it and added all the cool stuff to it, while Liz styled it for you. Although I still think my original look was better." He argued as he set my glasses down and opened the blurry-looking black box that was placed on my bag. I could see a fuzzy view of black-rimmed plastic glasses, that looked somewhat similar to my normal glasses. He turned to me as He picked up the glasses and opened them, placing them on my face.

Almost immediately my vision cleared before I heard a familiar voice in my ear as the glasses turned on. My eyes widened as I gasped as some diagnostics appeared in front of my eyes.

"Hello, again Isabella. How have you been?" I hear the voice of Wheatly from the game portal 2. The AI me and Harley made it before Tony helped us fine-tune it.

"I placed the AI you and Harley created in your glasses, Wheatly right? From that game?" I nodded my head as I smiled widely. "Well, you'll be able to contact Friday whenever you need to, but I better not see you using it to cheat in school-"

I interrupt him by wrapping my arms around him and hugging him. "Thank you, Tony. This is awesome."

He patted my back and nodded. "No problem Kid."

 -

I grinned all the way home, I felt so happy and excited because of my new glasses. Liz rolled her eyes at my neverending smile but grinned as well. As I pulled out my keys to open the front door, it was opened from the inside. I look up and smile when I see David, our stepdad of almost 3 and a half years. He smiles as he opens the door wider for us to come in.

I liked David, and I know Liz liked him too, but she didn't like him at first. 

"Hey girls! How was school?" Mom asked as she walked out of the dining room and into the living room. 

I placed my bag down beside my legs as I sat down on the couch, Liz taking her place to my right. Liz rests her head back against the couch and closes her eyes with a sigh.

"It was fine Mom, but I think you might be getting a call from Ms. Don today." I look over at Liz briefly before turning to Mom again.

"More like Ms. Dung." Liz huffed.

David laughed before clearing his throat at Mom's glare. "And why will I be getting a call?" Mom interrogated as she moved to stand on the opposite side of the coffee table with her arms crossed.

Liz opens her eyes before turning to me, she raises her brow before I roll my eyes. "Ms. Don handed Liz back her essay with an F on it, claiming that she cheated. Liz and I may have taped airhorns to the bottom of her chair."

Mom gaped at us as David burst out laughing, and raised his hand towards Liz.

"That's the wild child I know!" He exclaimed as Liz grinned and high-fived him. 

Mom cleared her throat before sighing. "Normally I wouldn't be happy with that, but I helped you write that essay so I know damn well you didn't cheat. I'll have a talk with Ms. Don before she can try and do anything."

Liz turns to me as I turn to her, and we high-fived each other with wide grins. David grins at Mom before the sound of a phone vibrating interrupted our mini celebration. David digs into his pocket and pulls out his phone before sighing. 

"It's work, I gotta go answer it." He quickly kisses Mom before walking around the couch and kissing the top of Liz's head and my head. "I'll be back in a bit." 

Then he walks upstairs before the sound of a door shutting is heard. Mom sighs, causing me to look up at her, finally noticing the look of stress causing the tense wrinkles on her face.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I ask, bringing Liz's attention to Mom.

Mom looks at us, her fingers drumming at a fast rhythm against her right arm. She presses her lips together into a thin line before she sighs again, moving around the table and sitting down in between Liz and me. 

"We had a visitor stop by the house today." She began, glancing between me and Liz and we nodded for her to continue. "It was your father."

The breath halted in my throat as my eyes widened, confusion and anger digging into my brain. 

"What did he want?" Liz asked, her voice lowered with anger.

Mom sniffed slightly as she interlocked her fingers together on top of her knees. "He wanted to see you, wanted to know how you were doing."

We scoff at the thought, turning away to shake our heads and cross our arms.

"He's been away for nearly 10 years, and now he wants to be in our lives? Keh, what a joke." I muttered, my lips turning in distaste.

"He left us with nothing more than a note and some money every year. He's not a fucking joke he's a whole fucking circus!" Liz yelled.

"Language Elizabeth." Mom said immediately.

"No Mom! He can't just come barging back into our lives wanting to be a part of it again! He left us! He fucking left us!" Liz stood up, facing me and Mom, her face turning red with rage. "If he truly fucking cared about us he wouldn't have left, he wouldn't have fucking abandoned us!"

Her voice cracked and I could see her eyes welling up with tears, but before Mom could pull her into a hug, she ran out of the house. The front door slammed shut and I stood up after a few seconds.

"I'll go get her Mom-"

"Let me come with-" She tried to follow but I shook my head and looked at her.

"No, Mom. We need time to think, okay? I'll bring her back, you go stay here. We'll be back soon, don't worry." I rush, not looking at her before I walk out the door, and let it shut behind me.

 -

I found her on the swing set of the closest park, but she just sat there looking down at the snow. She didn't turn to me as she heard my footsteps from behind her, nor when I flipped the swing next to her to get the snow off. I sat down beside her, facing the opposite direction and looking back at the empty playground.

"How could he just come back like that." I heard her whisper, and I turned towards her.

Her blue eyes were watery and a little red around the edges. Her jacket sleeves pulled over her hands as she held the chains of the swing, and her jeans had a few noticeable tear drop splatters on them. I exhale heavily before turning to look ahead again, trying to gather my thoughts. But I didn't know.

"I don't know Liz," I reply honestly, and I notice her turn to me in my peripherals. 

"Do you think he'll come back again?" She asks softly.

I turn to her, looking into her eyes before shaking my head. "Maybe, maybe not. I don't think we know him well enough to know if he'll try again."

She scoffs and sniffs. "Yeah, maybe he'll come back and try again in another 9 years."

We chuckle softly before it fades just as fast as it came. We fell silent, not saying a word for minutes. She reached her right hand to me, and I placed my right in hers. But we don't say anything, nothing more than giving a tight squeeze before letting go and standing up. And we head back home without another word passing between us. Because we didn't need words to explain how we felt, because we already knew. I felt the same as she did. And I knew she wanted to see him again, just like I did. 

But we couldn't, we wouldn't let him back in. Not until we could forgive him, and trust that he wouldn't leave us again.

However, we didn't know if that would ever happen. Because he was gone again.

[Third POV]

Isabella and Elizabeth walked up the steps to their house, before Izzy paused. Liz frowned, about to ask what was wrong before Izzy reached out and pushed against the door, and it swung open easily. Izzy let out a shaky breath, and before Liz could try and move in front of her, Izzy ran into the house.

"Izzy! Wait-"

Izzy turned into the living room and gaped at the knocked-over drinks and the bloodstain that was on the cushion in the chair beside the couch. Liz gasped as she looked at the cushion before her eyes flickered to the floor of the hallway, noticing the droplets of blood. She ran after them, following them to the kitchen with Izzy stumbling after her with wide and fearful eyes.

Liz screamed when she saw David's dead body laying in the pool of his blood, his throat slit open. His eyes frozen wide, already glassed over. Liz leaned into the wall as she stared at the body with silent tears falling down her cheeks. Izzy sobbed as she saw it before she stumbled backward, leaning against the hallway walls, knocking a picture frame off the wall. She inhaled shallowly before she pushed herself off the wall, and headed toward the stairs.

"MOM!" She wailed, running up the stairs, Liz following her after a moment.

"MOM! Mom where are you!" Liz yelled, her voice cracking as she looked into their Mom's room.

"Liz." Izzy croaked, causing Liz to look over at her, before following the direction where Izzy was looking.

A pool of blood was seeping out of the supply cupboard, Izzy stumbled backward before hitting the wall and sliding down the wall. Liz inhaled deeply before holding it as she approached the door, her foot barely touching the liquid as she reached her hand out towards the handle. As she opened it, Izzy wailed into her hands closing her eyes as she saw their mother in the closet. Liz took a step back, her mouth opens in a silent scream as she stared at the words just above her Mom's head, written in blood.

'You shouldn't have come back here.'

Liz screamed in agony, her knees buckling and hitting the floor. Her scream echoed through the walls, and the windows. It didn't take long before the police arrived but by then Izzy had passed out with tear streaks on her cheeks, and a hollow look in Liz's eyes.

The words weren't meant for her.

[Isabella's POV]

I stared down at the two caskets that were lowered down into their six feet deep holes, their final resting place. I didn't have an exact feeling that I could focus on, if anything I felt numb. I had gotten so many people saying the same thing, I'm sorry for your loss, or My condolences. Or even how they would be proud of me and Liz. 

But I didn't want them to be proud. I didn't care if they wanted me to be happy.

I wanted them to be alive.

I wanted them to be here beside me instead of inside those coffins.

Swallowing thickly, I close my eyes as I feel a hand being placed on my shoulder. I turn to see Harley wearing a black suit, with Tony beside him with Pepper. They give me a small sad smile that I have seen on so many different faces today, but I knew what they were trying to say.

"I'll be fine." I croak, speaking for almost the first time in a week.

Tony nodded his head. "I know Kid. But we're here for you if ya need anything. Only need to ask Kid."

Pepper nodded in agreement before saying, "They would really be proud of you for being so strong, Izzy. You and your sister."

I turn away, looking back down at the coffins. Staying silent, inhaling deeply to calm myself from wanting to yell, to scream that I didn't care.

"Thank you, Pepper," I whisper before I fall silent once again, waiting patiently for them to leave.

I turn my head to my right slightly, noticing Liz come up behind me as they leave. They don't say a word to Liz, not since she's been lashing out at everyone, so everyone gave her space.

We say nothing to each other as we both stare down at the graves, glaring at the headstones.

"The people who did this." I muttered bitterly, "They did this because he came to visit. Didn't they."

Liz sniffed and nodded her head. "Yeah. Yeah, they did."

We fall silent again, the slight breeze sending the cold biting through my black coat and dress. I didn't shudder, not with the anger boiling beneath my skin keeping me warm.

[starlight-starks]

*After a busy day in lab*

Harley*yawning*: Roses are red, I`m going to bed.

Ritika*rubbing her eyes*: Voilets are blue, yeah bitch me too

Tony*also feeling sleepy*: Ocean is deep, what is sleep??