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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 5 years ago

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Upcoming Requests

As I promised, I’m popping on to post a list of all my requests I’m doing. I know I have asks and messages, but I’m not going to go through them right now, but I appreciate all your support everyone. I’m not tagging people who requested until it’s posted because most of these are anons. Please like and reblog this, just so others are aware of what I’m doing, and comment which pieces you’re looking forward to the most! It’s a LONG list, so I’m adding a read more option. I’m not posting these in any order, that’s just how they’re listed.

Also check out my writing challenge in my bio!

Requests:

Bellamy Blake:

Can you do a Bellamy x reader? which takes place in season 3 with the chips that take away their pain. The reader is going through something and wants to take it but Bellamy stops them? Love your writing and don’t care about the haters!

Hi! It’s me again. I’ve got this BellamyxReader idea where the reader has become more and more reckless, and when she kills someone she doesn’t even flinch. Everyone’s worried, especially Bellamy. When they get to restrain chipped-Raven and they’re taking shifts to check on her. While it’s the reader’s turn, Raven says something that makes her snap. I have 2 ideas for the end: either the readers goes out and points a gun to her head or she points it to Raven. Either way, Bellamy stops her. (I was thinking that maybe no one knows about it and that the reader’s been keeping it under control with the meds Kane managed to give her before she was sent to earth with the 100 (maybe she could be Kane’s daughter).Then, when Jaha started chipping everyone, ALIE ordered someone to steal her meds and she didn’t really want to tell anyone about the missing meds. She started to go through the maniac phase of it, and people around her (Bellamy, Clarke) started to notice that something was off Then, coming back to my original request lol, Raven told her that they stole their meds to mess with her and you can connect it with the rest of my other request)

Hi there, I was wondering if i could request an angsty/fluffy S5 Bellamy fic based on the song “Hesitate” by the Jonas Brothers? Thank you ☺❤

Is it possible to get a bellamy one-shot or something based on the song “I hate you, I love you” by gnash and olivia o’brien? I’m not really picky (at all) by what the plot is, but I feel like it’s a good song to write a fic about, thanks girlie 💜 ~ Posted!

Okay soooo I have this on my mind for aawhile!Are you able to do a Bellamy Blake x plus size (if you want) reader imagine based on the song “Don’t wanna fall in love” by KYLE… if you want though!

Hi! I have a request What about a Bellamy x Reader based on the song Happy Pills by Weathers?

Would you be willing to do a Bell x Reader based on the song ALARM by Anne-Marie? Maybe something in season 1, but you can decide a different season if it’s easier☺

Your song fics are so goooddddd! Can you PLEASE do one based on If the World was Ending? Its by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels. Can it be a lot of angst and maybe a cute ending if it works? Thank you!!!!!

Hi!! I love your work! I was wondering if you could write a Bellamy x reader based on the song Hot Girl Bummer by blackbear! Thank you ❤️ have a nice day!

Could you maybe do something Season 1 Bellamy where he's tough and lets everybody "do whatever the hell they want" but he's bossier to you and you're a rebellious spirit but he's actually being hard on you because he really really likes you and he doesn't want anything to happen to you (he's bossy in a roundabout way so he makes sure you get dinner and are safe and stuff) and maybe something happens and she gets hurt cause she's mad at him and he admits his feelings for her? Sassy and sweet?

Sirius Black:

hello! can i request an imagine in which reader is Lucius’ little sister, so she has a bad reputation among the marauders, but on their last year, her and Sirius are supposed to work on a project together so they start spending more time together and he realises that she’s not like her family at all, so they start developing feelings for each other? maybe they even kiss in the end? hehe. thanks!

Hey sweets! I was wondering if I could request a oneshot with young!Sirius please? Something with a lot of mutual pining? Also if the reader could be in Ravenclaw that would be really nice :) Thanks anyways 💓

can i request an extremely fluffy (floof upon floof) and wholesome fic with sirius? :’) thank you

Could you please write a Sirius x reader where the reader is a Gryffindor but is very quiet and cold and Sirius tries to get closer to her?

Hey! I saw that your requests for the marauders were open. I would like to request a Sirius oneshot where he has a crush on reader who is super sassy and will not give him time of the day. He is a bit sad and so maybe James takes it upon himself to get them together? Maybe as a bonus they help July get together too? Thankyou 😍

Hey! How are you? Thanks to Seira I discovered you were writing for the marauders! So I was thinking could you right something on the marauders (Sirius x reader) were it’s full moon and they’re in the muggle world. Moony is stuck in the middle of a village, there is a lot of muggle around him so the reader (who is an animagus too since she’s a marauder) save him but finish hurt by a villager so Sirius protect her and carry her away? I hope it’s understandable and sorry if my English is bad :)

Barry Allen:

Hiii! One last request before you close them! Maybe a Barry Allen x reader where the reader has got “dark” powers? I picture her like Billie Eilish in her music video “Bury a Friend”. I don’t know if I explained it clearly 😂

James Potter:

I really love your works on Harry Potter (basically marauders) Can I request 14, 16, 18, 23, 28 for James Potter. Can reader be Remus' twin sister, a Gryffindor? I I would be really happy to read it. Also if possible can you make a happy ending for it? I trust you can write a perfect fic! Thank you:) (are you still open to this kind of requests?)~ Posted!

could u maybe work on a lil james potter fic (cus ur reqs for him are open)? one where he's trying so hard to get a girl in the quidditch team (but she's bolder than he is so she tells him she'll only join if he goes on a date w her) i thought it'd be pretty cool... thank u

I don't know if you are taking one shot requests but if you are, I would like to request a James Potter x reader (different houses, not specified) where they enter a Hogwarts Couples Baking Challenge and they're just having fun. Thanks!

Remus Lupin:

Hi!!! Could I get a gender neutral!reader x Remus?? Something with mutual pining maybe?? Also I would love if the reader is in hufflepuff!! Thank you!!!

Hey! Can I request a oneshot with Remus where he likes reader who is Lily's best friend and us smarter than her too and is also a prefect? He asks for her help to study and accidentally confesses his feelings at the same time/or confesses during one of their prefect rounds? Thankyou!

can i request some angst for younger remus where it's a couple days after the full moon and he looks for the reader so they can cuddle (they're already dating) and he finds them kissing another guy, and he asks reader why and the readers like "i dont want you anymore, i love this guy, blah blah blah" and he's heart broken but later somehow reader's friend finds out the guy gave them a love potion and fixes it, and reader has to try to explain to Remus that it's what happened but he doesn't (1/2) believe her, and it's all angsty because he's mad at her but in the end he understands or something like that, and i am SO sorry that this is so long, and i love love love your writing~ Posted!

John Murphy:

I think 18 by 1D would be such a cute song for Murphy! I saw your requests were open for him (THANK GOD because your writing is incredible!) and I was hoping you wouldn’t mind? Thanks love!

John Murphy with a reader that got her arm or leg or both taken on earth and it’s about her recovering and John helping her. If you can’t do John then sorry for bothering!!

Undecided:

I wasn't going to ask this because I already requested something (believe me when I say I read the moment I knew lots of times already), but just trying it won't hurt me, right? (right? 😭) I need something based on lover of mine by 5sos it can be bellamy, sirius, james, remus or bucky, whoever you think would fit better. thank you for putting up with my shit 🤧 love you tons - 🍑 (Undecided because I haven’t figured out who to write for yet, I think it might be Bucky)

So this is hella randombut can u do a eli goree x reader ship. Eli played wells on the 100 and mad dog on riverdale btw. Anyway can it be were your also famous actor and played in the 100 and riverdale ect and u guys are playing a game on the jimy falon show and your picking random QUITIONS from a dec of cards abd most of them are things having to fo with ur friend ship (u guys are like bestfriends and everybody ships u2) reader picks random card that says I asked you out would you say yes? (Undecided because my requests aren’t open for Eli and I’ve never written for an actor before, but I kinda wanna write this despite my requests not for him. So idk yet. Question: If I do write this, do you Eli to say yes? and do you want them together? No promises on writing it, but send me an ask and let me know please.)

#Request list #todo #Requests closed #send asks #bellamy blake x reader #Sirius black x reader #barry allen x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter x reader #bucky barnes x reader #let me know which ones yall are waiting for #I came i posted imma leave

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ironstrange-is-the-endgame · 6 years ago

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Steve Rogers And Peter Parker play matchmaker with them because they’re sick of the pINING (also I’m tired of the Steve Rogers hate :()

I got terribly carried away with this. Also, I can’t write getting together fics, apparently. That said, this is also for the anon who asked Steve makes ironstrange happen. It’ extremely long and filled with a lot of ships of mine, I’m sorry, I just carried away.

Also tw for Bucky’s past internalized homophobia (is just mentioned but still).

Steve Rogers had been a lot of things in his life. A symbol, a legend, a man behind time, a teammate, a friend, a threat for the world, an outlaw, a lover, a hero, again, but he had never been the kind of person who minded others’ business.

Steve Rogers was an observant man as well, and while he didn’t really care about what was going on between Tony Stark and the Supreme Sorcerer, he couldn’t deny that something existed.

It all started once they managed to revert the Snap and the ones who had been dusted came back to life. Steve and Tony had to work together, and they did it, trying to suppress all the unsaid things that had been between them in the past two years. Not speaking about that was better. They had more important things to focus on, and both of them were avoiding the specific topic concerning Siberia and Bucky. This until Thanos’s body laid on the dusty floor of the Wakandan battlefield.

Well, even after, considering that Steve had been very, very busy in trying to speak Bucky into the entire “I’ve always been in love with you” ordeal. Steve cared about Tony, but he would have chosen Bucky over and over again, and that was clear to all the people involved.

So, when the majority of the Avengers headed back in New York, Steve and Bucky decided to stay in Wakanda a little bit longer, to help T’Challa in the rebuilding of his own kingdom, take some time for themselves, and figure things out. Nat’s malicious smile, when he said that loud, was still haunting Steve’s memories, but once his friend all but threw herself in Bucky’s arms whispering something which Barnes still didn’t want to tell him in his ear, Steve realized his life was going on the right path, for once since 1945.

But, of course, despite Wakanda being a literal paradise, Steve knew that he still had things to do, back home. He wasn’t a coward, he wasn’t going to hide forever in Africa in order to avoid his old friend. They needed to speak, and they needed to work together, again, in case some looming threat was waiting for them at the corners of this universe. Or a different one, if Wong wasn’t a liar. And considering that the man didn’t give Rogers that kind of vibes, he was pretty sure the Avengers couldn’t just retire.

So, thanks to T’Challa’s help, who all but bought their pardons to the UN, Steve suspected - but it wasn’t like he could be picky about his coming back in the US - they managed to land at the JFK, journalists and photographers miraculously interested in something else, apparently.

Natasha and Fury were the only people standing near the airstrip, along with a blonde woman that Steve had never seen before.

“Captain, Sergeant,” The woman gathered them. “Major Carol Danvers. It’s a pleasure to have you back. Director Fury will update you on the new version of the Accords you’ll be asked to sign. Agent Romanoff and Tony Stark went through them which is the reason why she’s with us today.”

Steve wondered why the woman was there, to be honest, but decided to keep his questions for another time; and while he felt Bucky’s body straightened uncomfortably at the mention of Stark, the soft squeeze his boyfriend gave him was enough for Steve to understand that he would have been fine, for the time being.

During the car ride, they both understood that they were heading to the Avengers Compound, that Carol Danvers worked with the team of New York during the planning of the strategies that lead to the defeat of the Mad Titan, that Phil Coulson was still alive (Steve was sincerely relieved by that information. He really liked the man and felt like his death was on him), and, most important, about the New Accords. Which contained a lot of restrictions for him (and, surprisingly enough, not for Bucky).

Apparently, being very likely the next queen of Wakanda brought Nat to have more freedom than everyone else in the so-called “Team Cap”, or maybe Stark was just being petty toward him. Not that Steve could blame him, but every hope to go back to Brooklyn needed to be stored away for the time being, apparently.

“Stark wants to see you,” Sam told him, and for a moment Steve found himself looking at his friend, wandering with whom he was speaking. Since Bucky and he came back from Wakanda, the man had been a sort of ghost. They met a couple of times, of course, during meetings both with the Avengers and the New Accords Commission, but it wasn’t like they really spoke in those occasions. Stark wanted to see him came out of nowhere.

“Did he mention why?” Steve asked. Sam shook his head, moving closer and looking over Steve’s shoulder to meet Sharon’s smile. Skype was the greatest invention of the century if you asked Cap. He and Peggy’s niece were still in more than good terms, and with the fact that she worked with Everett Ross and spent half of her time in Wakanda anyway, she really helped him with the entire Bucky question.

“No, but he’s with Strange, so if you need back-ups just tell me,” But he was looking at Sharon and probably Steve had to leave the two of them alone. Oh yes, Steve was also a good observer.

“It’s fine, thanks,” He said, instead, leaving the ‘Rogues common room’ and following Friday’s voice to reach her creator. Tony was seated on one of the couches, half curled up against the Supreme Sorcerer. At Stark’s other side there was a redheaded woman that Steve had never seen before and Bruce. The four of them seemed to be invested in some conversation that Steve couldn’t hear from where he was and that didn't want to eavesdrop.

He found himself asking how much he missed from not coming back from Wakanda. After the Snap, he went back to the Compound just to see what was left of the City he loved, and then came back in Africa leaving Bruce, Rhodey and Tony (once he came back from the space) to coordinate the scientific resources while he took care of the search for Thanos. Natasha was looking for Clint all over the world, and Thor was in the middle of the space, searching for the remains of his people along with someone called Valkyrie. Most of the people he knew in that span of time, were from Wakanda or from the Army, and none of them was the woman in the common room.

But, anyway, introductions should be postponed because the moment the four of them acknowledged of Rogers’s presence, Banner and the woman left, and Tony straightened up on the couch. Steve recognized that behaviour. It was the one Stark showed when he was speaking with politicians or lawyers, fake smile and all. Being at the other side of that was slightly uncomfortable for the super soldier, and he couldn’t even imagine how it was for the people who wanted to ask Stark some favour.

“Sam told me you wanted to speak,” Steve said, looking at the two men in front of him and questioning why Strange was there. He met the man’s companion and trusted Wong, but he knew too few about the Sorcerer Supreme to understand why he was around. If Tony wanted to speak about Siberia, which was highly probable, involving the other man meant that the genius had someone ready to agree with everything he was going to say.

Maybe he should have asked for Wilson to join him.

“Oh, yeah. It’s more Stephen’s, here, idea. Like, I agree on everything, almost, of what he said and we need to speak, and considering that every time is just the two of us we blow up. Well, Stephen is Switzerland.”

“Did you really just quoted Twilight?” Strange asked, mildly offended, apparently. The sorcerer was a different book to read from Tony, and Cap was just too surprised to do anything else but nodding, listening to what the younger man was saying. “Anyway, I came to know about the Siberian ordeal, and while I suspect both of you are trying to pretend it never happened, you are still working together, and living in the same place, so I think it’s better if you figure it out once for all. We are all tired of your passive-aggressive behaviour.”

Steve nodded. He tried to speak with Tony when Stark came back, but that wasn’t the right moment, he understood that much too late. The man gave him a small smile and told him that they were good. They weren’t.

“I’m sorry,” Tony let out before that Steve could say anything. He didn’t even understand what the man in front of him was sorry for. There were tons of things Steve blamed him, before. Now he couldn't bear himself to think about those. They both were wrong. Steve still didn’t believe to let others decide for their intervention was a good idea, but this didn’t mean that he wasn’t sorry for having tried to kill Tony.

He didn’t want to blame his boyfriend, because it wasn’t Bucky’s fault if he couldn’t keep his punches when he was involved, but he knew that seeing the man he loved being beaten by one of his friends drove him crazy.

“When I saw the video, I lost my control. I should have seen that was what Zemo wanted. I should have trusted you, back at the airport. If I did, Rhodey…” His voice trailed off, and Strange’s hand was on his shoulder a moment later. Tony rose his eyes to look at the Sorcerer and a moment later both of them nodded. Steve couldn’t help but noticed a sort of tenderness in Stark’s glance. “I’m sorry.”

Steve shook his head. He wasn’t ready for that. Once he walked into the room and understood what Tony wanted to speak about, he thought it was going to end in another fight. Not Stark telling him he was sorry. That changed the perspective of things.

“I was scared that you could kill him,” He said, who he was speaking about went unsaid. “What they did to him… Bucky would have never, he knew Howard, they were friends. And I know this doesn't justify what I’ve done. I knew he was alive, and I knew what he did. It was my call to take. But I just couldn’t... Hide what I knew about Bucky because I wanted to save him,” That was the reason why he deleted the file before giving the flash-drive to Nat. That was the reason why that video wasn’t among the other files spread in the world after the SHIELD downfall. “But I had other ways to stop you from killing him.”

He ran a hand in his hair. Steve was exhausted by simply stand here and speak and it wasn’t something that ever happened to him. He knew whatever kind of friendship he could have built with Tony was as good as dead, but Stark needed to know. He must give that much to the man.

“Thanos killed Gamora, and when Quill understood that, on Titan, he blew our only opportunity to take the gauntlet off from him,” Tony said, and that was the last thing Steve expected to hear. Nobody but the people who were there knew what happened on Titan, nobody knew how he got the Time Stone. Bruce, Wong and Thor, the people who knew Strange, said that he wouldn’t ever give the thing up, so everyone suspected blood had been spread on the planet. Once Tony and Nebula did come back, they said the others turned into dust and gave no further explanations. “He snapped, and I knew how he was going to react. I did the same. I screw up because I was a twenty-one-year-old kid again,” Steve tried not to think that Tony just put Bucky and Thanos on the same plane. I was a metaphor, a figure of speech. “And in front of me, there was the person who killed my parents. I came here as a friend, as your pal Sam told me to do and… What I’m trying to say is that we both had been jerks, and I can understand why you did what you did. This doesn’t make it easier to accept, but, whatever. We might not be friends again, but no bad blood, ok?”

And when Tony extended his hand, Steve shook it. He hoped that, with time, things could go back to normality, but, for now, he wasn’t going to complain. “No bad blood.” He said.

“See, doctor, Cap and I are grown-ups, don’t need a babysitter,” Stark said, walking past the Sorcerer and smiling at him. Steve had been around Tony long enough to recognize that smile.

Harley Keener backed off the moment Steve walked into the penthouse main hall, not that the Captain was surprised but the kid’s behaviour. The last time the two of them had been in the same room, the blond teen told him that, considering that Tony said they need to be nice which each other, it was better if their paths didn’t cross. He simply couldn’t be civil with “fake Cap”. Because, apparently, Carol Denver was now Captain Marvel and “the Real Cap”.

Whatever, Steve never met the kid before and considering that he was one of Tony’s kids he didn’t hope for him to understand how they managed things to work out. And he, anyway, was trying to speak with Peter who was speaking with the other teen for a moment before.

The point was that, even if he wasn’t Natasha, he noticed things. And he had to admit that Strange wasn’t as half an asshole as he appeared. They sort of getting along well. Like, not best pals, not even what Steve expected and wanted to, but in more than speaking terms. Of course, he was an ironic prick, but he was Tony’s friend or whatever, he couldn’t hope for nothing different. Anyway, he was sure not to be the only one to notice that there was something weird between Strange and Stark. And, maybe, involve a teenager wasn’t the best thing, but still.

Perhaps it was because he had never been there for a long time, but how could the other go through their constant banter-flirting every couple of days? He didn’t pretend to know so much about love stories, but they weren’t supposed to be excruciating for everyone around them.

Honestly, Steve spotted Strange looking at Tony a couple of times and if stares could strip clothes, Tony would have found himself naked in the middle of the training room more than once. But, apart from that, the Doctor was imperturbable. And Rogers had no idea about what he and Tony spoke about for hours. Every time he and Strange spoke, the Captain found himself with the greatest headache ever. Just as it happened when he spoke with Banner, to be honest.

Anyway, back on the matter in question, he was sure whatever there was between the two of them was more than what it met the eyes and wanted to be sure about that. “Peter,” He said, seating on the couch opposite to the one the teen was occupying. Differently from Harley, at least Parker tried to be civil with him. It didn’t exactly work, but he didn’t walk out any room Steve entered either so he was going to count it as a win. “Can I ask you something?”

“I suppose I can’t forbid you to speak, Mr Rogers,” Peter said, looking at the man in front of him for half a second before going back to his StarkPad. “So, yeah, shoot.”

“That thing between Tony and Strange,” He said, unsure about how to finish the sentence. Maybe ask a teenager wasn’t the best thing ever, but Steve found himself at short of allies and the only two people in the Compound who he would have asked told him to mind his own business. Steve regretted the times when his boyfriend and his friend used every possible occasion they had to argue. At least, one of them was always by his side. But nope, he had to plead Bucky and Sam to try and get along. His words, anyway, caused some sort of reaction in Peter because Parker lowered his tablet and looked at Steve, brown eyes wide with attention.

Good, I’m not seeing things, then. He thought, before continuing. “Do they know?”

“Believe me, Mr Rogers, the only people in the Compound that don’t know that Mr Stark loves Dr Strange are Mr Stark and Dr Strange. I thought they would figure out when they helped Dr Palmer and Dr Banner, but nope, I’m delusional.”

Steve tried to remember who Dr Palmer was, then the image of the redheaded woman he saw a couple of times with Bruce and Strange crossed his mind and he decided she must be the person Peter was speaking about. “Anyway, why did you want to know?”

“It’s just… I can recognize the weird way Tony has to flirt. Been there, both with Bruce and Nat. And I think he honestly deserves happiness.”

Peter’s glance was enough of an answer to that, but, again, it wasn’t like Steve could complain. He messed things up. It was his fault in the first place if Tony’s last couple of years before Thanos hadn’t been his happiest ones. But the kid had a good heart and he cared about Stark, which meant that he also was the best person to ask help to. And maybe he didn’t need to know about Bruce and Nat, but it wasn’t like it was something someone couldn’t find on Tony’s Wikipedia page.

“Yeah, he does. And Stephen does, too,” Peter said, and there was a glimpse of sadness in the deep of his dark eyes. “If that’s a way of yours to buy Tony’s pardon, I don’t think will work, but I’ll help you. Because I want them to be happy.”

Steve nodded, again, he knew things with Tony couldn’t go back to be the same because of that, but he didn’t care. They weren’t going to solve the problems from their past, but Steve could understand how it was to have someone who cared for him in his life, to have someone to speak with, and while he was sure either of the men was so found of opening up, they’d probably find their own way to do that. Again, apparently, it was clear in the sun, so it wasn’t like Steve was going to risk something, wasn’t him?

“Not exactly subtle,” Bucky said, looking at the decoration someone put around the main hall of the Wakandan Royal Palace. Apparently, Peter convinced Shuri and Nat to organize Valentine's Day party, of which T’Challa knew nothing, pretending it was an Avengers’ team bonding dinner. As in, everyone was pretty much obligated to take part in it. Bucky had a point or a hundred of those, but every other try they did (including hacking Friday's system to block the two of them in one of the lifts of the Tower, again, not the best of the ideas, but they were running out of those) ended in nothing, so it was time to call the big guns.

“And you aren’t even sure that Strange will show up,” Sharon added. Sam said she was in Wakanda because she was working on something with Everett Ross, but Bucky suspected that the real reason was that she and Wilson had started to date and Steve was more prone to believe in his boyfriend’s explanation. He gave his not-quite-Uncle seal of approval to the relationship, not that he said it loud, but still. If he’d dared to, well, Sharon could kick him in places he might need if he wanted to be a good boyfriend.

“You are just worried that if those two finally get together and even decided to take over the world, we will all have huge problems in not being enslaved,” Sam answered, and, yes, maybe that was a valid concern at which he hadn’t thought about enough. “I mean, I understand you, but still. Seeing Steve and Peter’s plans fail is funny enough to take the risk.”

Sharon rolled her eyes to the ceiling and walked away with Sam before he could say something else, leaving Steve alone with Bucky. “You know I’m always by your side, but what’s your plan, exactly?”

“It’s Peter’s idea,” Steve answered. “He thinks that if one of them gets drunk enough he will spill the bean, and we just have to been sure that this happens in front of the other.”

“You know that this is the dumbest plan I’ve ever heard of? And it’s coming from the man who fought guys three times his size, jumped without a parachute from an aeroplane and crashed another aeroplane in which he was when he could have said to anyone where he was going to do it,” Bucky’s smile softened a moment later. “You are lucky I love you, Steve Rogers, because that’s enough dumbness for me to walk away with another pretty super soldier.”

And Steve was glad when he felt Bucky’s metal arm around his waist, dragging him closer to his body so that he could place a kiss against his cheek. It took longer than he would have imagined, especially because Bucky had always been open about dating back in the 40s — and he confessed to Cap after a long time that he was just pretending, that showing himself with a different woman every night was the best way to hide the fact that he was attracted by men —, but now that his boyfriend was keen to public manifestations of affection Steve couldn’t help but smile like an idiot.

It took more than two hours before one between Stark and Strange showed up at the party, half dragged by the Cloak through a shining portal in the middle of the room. Strange was wearing what looked like a bodysuit, total black with details in charcoal grey and gold and white lines that crossed his chest and backs. Steve had never seen the Sorcerer wearing anything different from his robes or, on some rare occasions, casual clothes. And definitely, that suit wasn’t either.

The Doctor looked at his surroundings with a questioning glance, the Cloak disappeared a moment before he stepped into the room and everyone else around him acting like nothing was weird. It was supposed to be a team bonding event, not some kind of stupid party, and it was clear Strange didn’t appreciate the surprise.

This, at least, until Peter ran in front of him and started to speak about something that Steve couldn’t and didn’t want to hear. What was important was that the Sorcerer was that. Now the plan became more complicated, but, at least, part of it was accomplished.

Tony froze, the moment he walked past the doors of the main hall of the Wakandan Royal Palace. He had spent the entire day in the labs with Shuri — but for a fast lunch break because the princess seemed to be very much aware of the passing of time, differently from another teen Tony knew and kicked his ass out of her reign at half-past twelve �� listening to her lessons about all the stuff he didn’t know about vibranium. Which were a lot, and the most important one was “do not use vibranium to create a giant frisbee with the only purpose to do propaganda” which was, well, legit.

She showed and kicked his ass in the process, how to use it to create little marvellously for which his father would have sold Tony himself, and also things that would have helped the population (in which Stark was more interested in) worldwide. She also agreed on a collaboration with Stark Industries and asked Tony about his nanoparticles. He had been more than happy to share that information with her, his mind yet on how to combine those and the Wakandan technology to create suits for every one of his teammates. And only when Shuri suggested that they could bring back the old Ultron's project and trying to recreate it, Tony decided to be interested in the mandatory dinner.

He had no idea if the princess understood the reason behind that, but was positive that she was smart enough to never mention Ultron again in front of him.

It was theoretically possible, that was true. He had better technology nowadays and with the help of both Bruce and Shuri he could recreate the entire thing without the part in which he decided to kill the superheroes. But the lives of the people who died because of that error of his were still hunting his sleep even more than Thanos.

He shook his head and decided that needed something to drink, which was why he went straight for the open bar once he reached the hall, only to stop himself mid-way, his dark eyes following infinite legs wrapped in dark fabric. Which eventually ended in a fine, fine ass. And whatever the thing Strange was wearing was, well, Tony appreciated it very much.

The bastard had gold details, and white stripes on the pitch black fabric of it placed there with the sole aim to have people looking at his ass, Tony was sure of that, his own suit had shining lights on that very same spot.

And well, maybe, just maybe, he had been very vocal with a certain other doctor and a US Army Colonel about how frustrating was the fact that Stephen couldn’t understand that they banter was Tony’s way to flirt with him (and the totally negligible fact that he found the Sorcerer attractive and smart, and dreamed about kissing those lips and having them on other parts of his body as well), but still. The only result had been that his two closest friends started to laugh.

And Tony was the one they should thank if they were very much taken with two women who could take over the world without crack a nail. Well, still, he could do without their help. Except that he couldn’t. Because he spoke with them something like six months before and nothing happened since then. Or better, nothing different from the same snark and flirtatious interaction he always had had with Strange.

“Stark,” Stephen’s voice reached him through his thought and, for a moment, Tony went back to be a thirteen years old kid in front of his first crush.

“Oh, nice outfit,” Was the only thing was able to say, and being him Tony Stark, well, he said it. Thank you so much brain which didn’t stop him in time. “I mean, it seems more durable than your temple robes.”

He flashed him his trademark smile but noticed how a pinker shade spread over Stephen’s cheeks. It lasted just one second, the time Tony needed to see that there was no opinionated piece of outerwear around Stephen’s shoulders. That was as weird as the fact that everyone around them seemed to be invested in dancing instead of, well, team bonding activity.

Also, there wasn’t the entire team there either. He spotted Bruce and Christine when he entered the room and if his attention hadn’t been catalysed by a certain Sorcerer in a very thigh bodysuit he would have understood that there was something weird. Stephen’s best-friend was a consultant for the Avengers, but she wasn’t forced to take part in the Commission for the Accords events. Rhodey and Carol were a more familiar sight, considering that both of them lived in the Compound and both were Avengers, but Ned who wall all but flirting with Shuri, well, technically he and MJ shouldn’t even know about Peter’s secret identity.

Thor and Loki weren’t around, probably hidden somewhere with their warrior friend and the Grand Master of something - Tony didn’t ask and nobody explained to him, he was just happy to know that Stephen didn’t have a relationship with neither of the Asgardians because the Sorcerer’s interactions with the gods gave him that kind of vibes. While for the others, T’Challa wasn’t trying to kill Ned only because he was giving heart eyes to Nat (who was even more beautiful than usual and was wearing typical Wakandan clothes), Steve and Bucky were very much busy in trying to occupy the very same space and Wilson was trying to get killed by Sharon. Tony didn’t saw Wanda and Vision yet, but probably they were together and - and then something hit him.

Strong, in the middle of his brain: it was fucking Valentine's Day!

And he was behaving like a crazy in front of the man he had a crush on. Fucking great! Which was why he smiled when Peter called him. “Yeah, Pete?” He asked, turning completely to face the kid in front of him.

“The ice is finished and I was wondering if you could go and take some, like, King T’Challa is busy and…” Tony nodded. It wasn’t like he knew where they kept ice (also, they probably had butlers for that, but Tony wasn’t going to point it out now), but at least he would have enough time to think about the fact of being cornered during Valentine's Day party.

“Yeah, I’m going,” He said and walked toward one of the hallways. The last thing he expected for, though, was to see a red flash of something in front of him and, a moment later, to hear Stephen’s voice.

“I’ll help you,” He said. “It’s not like there’s something more I can do there anyway.”

Yeah, and maybe he could use his magic mumbo-jumbo to lead them to where ice was kept. What Tony didn’t notice, though, were Peter and Steve following them down the hallway.

“Are you sure they won’t freeze to death?” Peter asked, looking at the door they just locked. Steve’s cerulean eyes ran on T’Challa by his side. The King of Wakanda nodded.

“They just entered the first room they found, this is a conference room,” He explained. “And, anyway, Strange can always portal them outside. Now, do you want to look at the camera feeds, considering that we are closing two adults in a room so that they could speak? That I don’t think will work, but still.”

“And, anyway, are you telling me that I should have closed Bucky and you in a freezing room so that you would have kissed without forcing me to hear you pining over him?” Nat asked, looking deadly serious at Steve. Who had, at least, the decency to blush. “Now, why don’t we just project the feed in the main hall?”

T’Challa’s wicked smile matched his fiancé’s.

“What’s wrong with you?” Stephen asked again, looking at the Cloak which was blocking them to reach the door and find another room. In that one there wasn’t ice, apparently. The Cloak didn’t move, and it wasn’t like there was something Strange could do but stare at it.

“I can try to shoot at…” Tony wasn’t really serious, but the glance Stephen threw at him was enough to make him never finish that sentence. And the fact that he was the only person capable of doing that said a lot about the one Supreme Sorcerer. “Ok, bad idea. I was joking, by the way.”

“I know,” Stephen said, deciding to ignore the Cloak for the time being. “I’m just exhausted and kind of protective with it. The Cloak saved my life more than once.”

Tony nodded, Stephen wasn’t giving any intonation to his words, those were simply facts. Though he couldn’t help a smile to form on his lips. “It’s fine. Do you know something we can do to make it move, though?”

Stephen looked at the relic which decided it was a good time to stay perfectly still while floating in front of the door. They both know that if they try to move toward the exit it would wrap around them, pushing them back. The point was why it was behaving like that. “Not really. It does what it wants to.”

“Crazy clothes,” Tony said, glaring at it. “It makes me questioning if all the Artificial Intelligence thing I’m trying to achieve is for the best. What if I give Fri a body and then she starts to act like a little bitch?”

“She already is,” Stephen said, and it was barely a whisper, but Tony could hear him. “But she probably took after her creator so she can’t be blamed.”

Tony smiled, looking at him. And ok, that suit was illegal. Whoever created it (which was still a huge question mark in his mind) should have been sued for crimes against decency, if something like that existed. Nobody could give something so provoking to a man like Strange. A man who was able to make loose robes sexy on top of everything.

“Do you like what you see?” Stephen’s low voice reached him, and Tony should really stop to stare at the Sorcerer, apparently.

“You can’t just walk in there wearing this and pretend people won’t look. That thing is unfair,” He decided to be honest, at least with himself. Again, it wasn’t like there was something different he could do.

“Everyone goes home; I won!” Shuri said, her dark eyes focused on the holographic image of the two of them speaking. Steve and Peter shared a confused expression for a moment, looking at each other before the princess continued: “Do you really think you are the only one tired of those two acting like teenagers around each other? The difference between you and me is that I didn’t even need to kidnap them.”

And ok, maybe Steve had to admit that his and Peter’s plans were based on the fact that if you close them somewhere they would eventually speak to each other, which resulted in nothing all the previous times. But, at least, they tried.

“And how should this be your victory? We closed them in the room.”

“You shouldn’t be proud of that, Steve,” Carol said, smiling, but it was clear that she was more curious about Shuri’s answer than everything else.

“Who do you think created Strange’s suit? He asked me something practical, and I’m pretty sure it is.”

“Am I the only one who doesn’t want to know how far practical goes?” Peter asked, focusing back on Tony and Stephen on the screen in front of them. They were still speaking, and seriously, for being friends it seemed like they didn’t speak for ages. “I mean, we are speaking about my mentor and a man I really appreciate and look after, I’d really like to think they will speak with their clothes on all the time, ok?”

“Yeah, Pete, whatever,” MJ said, and, yup, Parker totally blushed at that.

The Cloak let them reach the door only after both of them admitted that they had feelings for each other. It was a long and excruciating process considering that none of them really wanted to ruin their friendship, but, in the end, they managed to speak also about that.

“We can try and see how this works, we don’t have to rush things or something,” Stephen said, a soft smile on his lips, content with Tony squeezing his hand a moment later. Neither of them was ready for a relationship different from a very close friendship. Their lives and their pasts having proved that they weren’t ready for romantic stuff. But knowing what they felt for each other was enough, for now.

Tony nodded, a more relaxed smile while he let his eyes ran on Stephen’s arm, stretched between them. “Thank you. For understanding and, well, thank you.”

Stephen shook his head before walking pass the Cloak, which decided that it was enough to let them go. The door, though, seemed to be of a completely different opinion, considering that it didn’t move once Tony tried to open it. A moment later, they heard someone running at the other side of it.

But, at that moment, something different starting to emerge in Tony’s mind. “Wait! That’s Rogers and the kid’s doing.”

Stephen’s eyes looked questioning for half a second, then he seemed to realize. “It’s the same as the elevator and the London situation? And all the other times we found ourselves looked in some place”

Tony nodded and a soft laugh started to rise on his lips. “Yeah, I’m going to kill them.”

“I have a better idea,” Stephen said, moving his hand to open a portal in the middle of the room. “And, honestly, I’m not even sure that’s their doing, but we should thank them.”

Tony said nothing but crossed the Portal still holding Stephen’s hand, and that was good. Yeah, he should probably thank the two of them. Even if it was sad that him, Tony Stark, a former playboy, needed the help of a teen and a hundred-years-old man with his love life.

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1, 2, and 12!!

Bless you, Jessie 🙌💕

Alright so since I reblogged like 20 ask memes, I’m just gonna go ahead and take the liberty of doing all of these numbers for every single one I’ve reblogged that’s applicable to give myself extra stuff to do xD

Fanfiction Asks!

1. Do you read fic? Do you write fic?

I actually write fic WAY MORE than I read fic. I find that the issue I have when reading fic is that I get really giddy and inspired and then I lose my concentration on the story in front of me and my interests rather shift more towards the story in my own damn head. I really need to start reading more of other people’s work, though. I have a handful saved on AO3 that I just have not gotten around to, but I really should. I really have so many damn things I want to read, fanfiction and otherwise, but lack the motivation to sit down and actually read it.

2. Favorite genre of fic?

I feel like it’s kind of hard to pinpoint exactly what kind of fic I’m drawn most towards, but I guess the best descriptor would be drama? I don’t know, I just really like stories that focus heavily on character development and interpersonal relationships (so bildungsroman lmfao), especially when there’s some imperfect romance and action/adventure involved. Both of my main fanfics, my Narnia series Temptation and The Scarecrow and the Bell, my Naruto fic, both are pretty much just that: heavy focus on character with imperfect romance and action/adventure. I just think it’s fun seeing characters, especially ones that have feelings for each other, in stressful and dangerous situations trying to work through them together and oftentimes disagree and have to figure out how to handle the disagreements, too. Or have personal stuff they’re dealing with on top of things. I don’t know, I just really love focusing on relationship dynamics and situations like that are a fun lens to look through.

12. What turns you away the most from a fic?

Honestly, grammatical issues and whether or not the story feels believable. I guess I’m kind of picky when it comes to that stuff, but I’m also used to being critical of writing solely because I’m a creative writing major and a big part of this degree’s curriculum is workshopping peer writing. Grammatical issues in terms of a misplaced comma or something aren’t that big a deal, I’m not that stingy, but things like lacking paragraph breaks, or not knowing when to switch paragraphs, bug me as well as habitual misspellings of common words--the one that peeves me off the most is spelling “definitely” like “defiantly” or “definately” or any other misspelling under the sun. The idea of a story feeling believable might just be me being really picky but I’ve opened up fics sometimes where I could hardly get through the first paragraph because the story didn’t feel genuine to me. It’s kind of hard to explain, but I guess as someone who puts a ton of research into my own fanfics and also really tries to perfectly capture the tone of the source material, sometimes I’ll read stuff that just feels out of place and it really takes me out of the story and honestly makes me cringe. I feel like saying all of that makes me sound like some kind of asshole, though. I don’t know, I’m just so goddamn picky when it comes to what I’m reading and especially with fanfiction, since it’s a lot more organic and it doesn’t go through the same fine toothed editing process that professionally published works do (although I’ve picked up on some questionable stuff even in print books; one such thing was so minor, but it was a forgotten period at the end of a sentence and I kept laughing about it saying to myself “Someone missed a period!” You know, like an asshole.)

Music Asks

1. your favorite album opener

Beartooth’s Greatness or Death off their most recent album, Disease. It just really sets the tone for the rest of the album and feels like such an appropriate intro overall. They have a playlist for the entire album on Youtube with the correct track listing so that was the first song off thei newest album that I had heard and it just felt like such a great and appropriate intro, it really got me into the vibe and energy of the rest of the album and I just...I love it a lot. The song, the album, the band in general.

2. a song starting w/ the same first letter of your first name

Aurora Avenue by Defeat the Low. I’m a huge Nirvana fan, and the song is all about Kurt Cobain. The entire first verse was literally pulled straight from his infamous suicide note (”Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complainee.”) I stumbled upon this song by pure chance-- it was playing at the end of a video for a different song, which I think was actually a Beartooth one-- and it sounded interesting so I pulled it up and the minute I heard the first verse, I, who had read Kurt’s suicide note already, was like “WAIT A SECOND THIS SOUNDS REALLY FAMILIAR” but it didn’t hit me that that was what it was, and that the entire song was about Kurt, until later and it made me love it even more.

12. a song you can scream all the words to

Hospital for Souls by Bring Me The Horizon. It’s an all-time fave, made even more so by the fact that it’s one of my top ship songs (for my Naruto ship, Kakashi Hatake x my OC Rei Natsuki, who I write the fanfic about, and even made an AMV for them with because I’M CRAZY). It also just hits really hard personally, especially the line “Have you ever put a blade to your wrists, or have you been skipping meals?” because it relates to my own mental health struggles. I’ve never had the right opportunity to actually scream all the words aloud along with the song, but I desperately need to find the right place to do it one of these days because I have a lot of feelings I need to get out that can only be done through that exact act and I need to do it in a way where I will not end up getting the cops called on me for being way too loud. I just need a soundproof room in general (not just for these purposes, but also because I’m a voice actress for an independent animated series called Space Hotel and I need someplace to record shit anyways.)

Soft and Ethereal Asks

1.secret garden or forest?

Secret garden! I love the idea of having someplace only I know guarded off by a wall with vines running up the side of it, the kind of place you enter through a wrought-iron gate, where flowers are growing through the cracks and there’s a bubbling fountain in the center you can sit by either on the edge or in the grass or on a dirty old cement bench from times before I was even a thought in my parent’s head, and just revel in the silence with a good book or a pencil and sketchbook and make flower crowns and daisy chains or have a little personal picnic laying out a checkered blanket and carrying everything in a big basket like strawberries and little sandwiches and homemade cookies and shit. I’m such a sap but I live for the idea of that gentle, pastel-tinted quiet afternoon. Pure solace.

2.the stars or the moon?

The moon. I love stars to death, too, but there’s something about the moon that really hits me. Maybe it’s because it goes through phases but no matter what is still whole even when it appears not to be. Maybe it’s because it’s kind of comforting to look at. More than anything, though, it’s probably at least partially because one of my favorite films is Rise of the Guardians (and by extension, the book series it was based upon, The Guardians of Childhood) in which the moon is a major character, or at least The Man in the Moon. In the movie, he’s never seen or heard but he’s always there watching over the world. Jack Frost, the protagonist, doesn’t understand his purpose in this eternal life of his where no one can see him and no one believes in him, and constantly looks to the moon for answers but never hears any. The very first lines of the movie are even “Darkness. That’s the first thing I remember. It was dark and it was cold and I was scared. But then...then I saw the moon. It was so big and so bright. It seemed to chase the darkness away.” Not to get super religious here but in a way the whole moon thing even reminds me of Christianity a little bit, and I’m not really religious in the slightest (maybe spiritual, but not very religious) but this movie also came to me at a time when I was very at odds with the idea of God and faith and everything, and I felt like Jack Frost constantly questioning what the point of it all was and questioning whether something greater even existed and if so, then how could they let terrible things like this happen? Without any solid answer? I don’t know, I don’t want this to get into a debate about my own religious beliefs, but yeah. The moon and I have some history, so I’ll choose the moon over the stars.

12.fiction or short stories?

Fiction. By nature of my degree, I have to read a lot of short stories for college and some of them are really enjoyable and interesting but then we get to the debate of genre fiction versus literary fiction, which I think is a stupid fucking debate and literary fiction needs to get off it’s damn high horse with it’s “holier than thou” complex or whatever. Or maybe it’s not the literary fiction itself so much as the people who praise it. Like yes, I get that literary fiction is contemporary fine art and nuanced and shit but sometimes I like stories about vampires and ninjas and teenagers with weird names and social anxiety. Literary fiction is fine and all, but let’s face it, genre fiction is way more fucking fun and that is why I chose “fiction” over “short stories.”

65 Questions You Aren’t Used To

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

If I’m going to be brutally honest, sometimes. Hell, sometimes I even question my own existence but I guess that’s just the depersonalization aspect of anxiety talking.

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

With 1 being the lowest and 5 being the highest, I’d say I’m at about a 3? I’m not as afraid of the dark as I used to be, but it’s situational. If I’m alone and it’s dark, then I get panicky because my awareness is impaired and I’m admittedly a very visual person so if I can’t see and I suspect there’s something going bump in the night, I’m going to freak out. Even hearing something, even when logically I know exactly what it is, freaks me out because I can’t know for sure unless I’m looking straight at it but if it’s dark, I can’t do that. I prefer to sleep when it’s like fully dark, though. I even used to wear a sleep mask to help with that and because the feeling of something soft over my eyes was comforting??? I don’t know, like I can sleep perfectly fine with the lights on, too, and sometimes if my anxiety is bad that’s what I’d prefer to make things easier on myself but for the most part, I guess it’s situational. I also feel like this is an appropriate place to say I have a duck nightlight in my bathroom, which doesn’t really have anything to do with being afraid of the dark so much as darkness in general but I also have a thing for rubber ducks so having a rubber duck nightlight is very on brand and I love it.

12. Who told you they loved you last?

Probably my boyfriend. He’s the one whose always here anyways. If not him, then from my mother but I don’t particularly want to think about her right now because I’m kind of upset with her so we’re just going to go ahead and say my boyfriend.

Sensory Asks

[sight]

1. favourite colour(s)?

Red is my top fave, and has been since I was three. I think it was when I got a red VW Beetle for my Barbie dolls that I really fell in love with the color. All the accessories that came with it were red plastic and looking at them just filled with me a lot of energy and joy, which I later realized I felt whenever looking at red in general. It also helps that I can now make the joke whenever I’m asked this question that I love red “like the blood of my enemies,” which is always fun.

2. least favourite colour(s)?

I’m really not a fan of yellow, chartreuse, and tan/beige. I can handle yellow in certain instances like with sunflowers or lemons or sunshine related stuff, but I prefer gold over straight up yellow. I don’t dislike yellow nearly as much as tan/beige, though. That one I can also handle in certain instances but for the most part, it reminds me of a time I got sick as a kid so looking at it for too long brings back that nausea. Chartreuse is the end-all, be-all of the colors I’m not big on, though. It just...reminds me of snot. It feels really unappealing to look at for me, too.

[smell]

12. favourite scent?

Clean laundry, hands down. I love nothing more than the smell of fresh laundry, like sometimes I’ll catch myself literally sitting at my laptop sniffing my shirt because I love the smell so much. It’s just so comforting, and I think that’s because it reminds me of this doll I’ve had literally since birth. I called her Baby Doll and she was just a basic baby doll with a plastic head and cloth body that my grandmother got from Avon and I was so damn attached to it as a kid. I brought Baby Doll everywhere with me, even in my backpack on my first day of preschool. I slept with her for way longer than I’d like to admit, too. But she smelled like fabric softener, and when I was a little kid and was having bad anxiety attacks (which I’ve been dealing with since I was three), I would hug her really close and the smell was just really comforting. So now I have to get it from my own laundry because I still own Baby Doll, but I’m a grown-ass adult and she’s very fragile now (and also currently in storage for safe-keeping). So yeah, clean laundry hands-down.

Fashions Asks

1. What season has your favorite looks?

Fall! I’m such a sucker for big cozy sweaters and jeans. Back to school fashion lowkey excites me, too, and besides: I feel like it’s a lot easier to find appropriate outfits for my personal fashion sense that fit cooler weather than the seventh circle of hell 106-degree-heat-index I’m currently living in. I adore oversized sweaters, leggings, skinny jeans, combat boots, creepers, hoodies, layers, all that good stuff but you can’t do that when you feel like you’re dying of heat stroke even standing in front of the fridge butt naked. Not that I do that, but it’s hot enough here that I could if I wanted to. That’s not an issue in fall, though, which is super fucking nice. I just really love being cozy all the time always.

2. Formal or casual?

Casual! As much as I love the look of formal clothes, I am chronically ill. I am anxious. I am depressed. I want to be comfortable all the damn time, and I just can’t be genuinely comfortable in formal clothes. For example, I attended my cousin’s wedding last spring and wore these really cute Mary Jane heels that I love. They fit my aesthetic and make my legs look great, too, if I say so myself. I was able to get through the ceremony with them on but after the fact, they started getting so damn uncomfortable that I went to the car and changed into my ratty five year old combat boots like a total punk because comfort. At least they still looked good with the dress I was wearing, though, so that’s a plus.

12. What fashions do you hate?

Okay, I feel like a lot of people might get on my case about this but I really can’t stand Birkenstocks. They just...look like what your overbearing uncle would wear with socks to the summer barbecue to me. I don’t know, in certain cases they’re at least fitting for a certain look and I commend the people who can pull them off but as for me? I just can’t wrap my head around them. I dislike them even more than Crocs, which I am also not a fan of. But then again, like...I’m also not big on today’s fashion trends in general. There are some things I do like, like oversized t-shirts with leggings especially if they’re a band t-shirt, and those cute Japanese uniform style pleated skirts (I admittedly own one and I love it). The whole ethereal quirky pastel modern grunge e-girl shit, though, just doesn’t vibe much with me. My fashion sense is more on par with Luanna Perez’s alternative looks and the 2007-2012 era of the emo/scene style, as well as some pastel goth, genuine 90′s grunge, and kawaii/lolita inspired stuff. Like I will gladly tease the hell out of my hair, add in extensions and coontails and a little pink bow, and throw on a pink polka dot dress with fishnets and creepers or something. I don’t know, I just feel really disconnected from what’s considered trendy in today’s fashion sense. Maybe it’s because I tried so hard for so many years to fit what was in style despite it not feeling genuine to who I was personally, that now that I’ve finally mustered enough confidence to leave the house wearing what makes me happy even if it is unorthodox and alternative (like black lipstick!!!), I just can’t get on board with what everyone else is doing. Sure, I feel a little weird dressing like it’s ten years ago when everyone else is walking around wearing like those dinky crop tops that say “I have no tits” or have like applique roses on them or whatever and anything else that’s considered modern on-trend but like...in the wise words of Kurt Cobain, “I’d rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I’m not.” I’m tired of trying to fit the status quo and doing what everyone else is doing. If I want coontails and snake bites in 2019, then goddammit I’m gonna go for it (though not gonna lie, the 20NINESCENE craze has me crying because I regret not having “the phase” in middle school that everyone else did so much sometimes that it’s physically painful so to think that there are still people out there rocking the thick side fringe and heavy eyeliner and the RAWR MEANS I LOVE YOU IN DINOSAUR shit makes me feel like maybe I’ve been given a second chance to be true to myself and become a part of a community that means something to me, rather than what I was actually doing in middle school being dragged through the mud trying to redeem myself of some sense of popularity because I was losing my best friend to the alpha female clique mentality and I was so damn unhappy, I legit had a breakdown in her pool about it once so you bet your ass I’m going to say screw it and do everything I wanted to back then now that I actually have the confidence and stopped caring what people thought about me.)

#this got so long i am so fucking sorry xD #answered asks #ask memes #lasaraleen

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