#plus. different schools different lives not seeing each other every day yada yada

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

I am the happiest person on earth right now because I just went out with a friend to grab a late lunch and it was just supposed to be a quick casual catch up thing that turned into a 4 hour conversation in the car about things that happened to us almost a decade ago 🥲

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 2)

Tony Stark x son!reader

warnings:

a/n: had to split it into 2 parts bc i hit the text limit dhshaggags

prompt: continued

part 1

~sokovia was ur first big mission~

“why is y/n here, stark?” -cap

“the first mistake was letting me become a father”

“good god, tony...”

you having the time of your life crushing robots

“WHEEEEEE”

also proving useful by saving avengers a handful of times

“thanks for the assist, stark clone” -clint

rip pietro

rhodey was actually the most worried about you if we’re being honest, he didn’t understand why they let you in this one???

“y/n? y/n, talk to me! are you alive?”

“yes, uncle rhodey! i’m perfect, stop worrying!”

“i love you, kid! be safe!”

✨a good family you’ve got✨

soon the avengers broke up bc your dad cant get along with steve and it was just really awkward

but you chose your dad’s side

“sorry, steve! he pays my allowance!”

peter was actually a little okay, you know!! spazzy at first, but he was cool

“dude, you’re y/n stark! you’re tony stark’s very own son! i’m talking to mr. stark’s only child!”

“yep, that’s me. i’m what earned tony the title of ‘DILF’”

teenage teamup? ofc

“am i doing alright?”

“looking a-okay, pete!”

tony was worried fighting steve would traumatize you so he made you wait at the hotel with happy and peter

“don’t do anything to embarrass me, y/n. i dont want to see you on the news for something stupid”

you and peter ended up hanging out in your room and watching tv and ordering room service

“how do you do that so smoothly? i’d just freak out and go get it myself”

“years of experience as a spoiled rich brat”

absolutely positively being up all night and trying to fight your exhaustion

“you two seem to be getting along well. couldn’t be me” -happy

“for someone named happy, you never seem to be happy”

“not around teenagers, no”

“i remember when you loved me, ‘uncle happy’”

peter texted you every day after that

whenever flash picked on peter for “never meeting tony stark” he’d show a picture of you and him taking selfies in the lab together yes you invite him over much to the dismay of everyone else around you

plus tony was out of town and you were finally trusted enough to be left alone unchecked so like, happy would just leave at the first sign of peter

“that’s not real!”

“jealous?”

you actually showed up for homecoming on a dare (but in disguise)

didn’t wanna attract all the attention, you just wanted a high school experience

but you got called into avengers tower to help move early on :/ bad timing too cuz peter had to fight his first villain and u missed it

“dude, how do you feel?”

“bruh sound effect number two”

“oh my god”

FRIDAY heard him and pulled up the sound and you were WEAK you couldn’t stop laughing

“please....i think i broke a few ribs. cant laugh until tomorrow”

tony offered peter the avengers gig and peter said no, you were very disappointed but u understood that not everyone wanted to be in the spotlight like that

but you and peter obviously still hung out

oh, tony proposed! they interviewed you on sight!

“y/n, how does it feel to know that you’re going to have a stepmom soon?”

“you guys are aware that pepper helped raise me, right? right?!”

moving on, life was smooth for a while, there was some wedding planning, talk of you being a best man (which rhodey fought you on)

“no, i’ve known your dad longer!”

“i’m his son!”

i n v a s i o n

oh boy that was rough

bruce was surprised that you had fucking grown so much in the past 3 years good lord

“y/n...your VOICE”

“puberty, i know. when’s it gonna happen to you?”

“it hurts more when it’s from a teenager”

“uh, did you forget my birthday?”

peter’s back! peter’s back!

finally, man

“spider-kid, i could use an assist!”

“on the way!”

“aliens, why did it have to be aliens?”

up up and away for tony and peter, leaving you on the ground with all the earthly chaos and fear

“you two are the absolute worst, you know that? DAD, PETER, GET BACK DOWN HERE”

“no can do, kid. i—” *cuts off*

“oh great, no service on the space donut, huh? find a damn wifi password and call me back you asshole”

pepper was probably having a heart attack bc the news stations were having a field day but you were one of the only active avengers left, meaning you had to help clean this up

“bruce, we gotta get going”

“what? where?”

“upstate”

patching up the avengers as best as you could to take care of the threat

but you guys always win, this should be a cake walk, right?

wrong.

this was bad, very bad

after a lengthy battle with thanos in wakanda, you had failed. thanos got the stones, he snapped. the world was in ruins. but you didn’t get to see that part

you dusted away

“tell dad i’m sorry and i love him”

tony finally came back to earth hoping to see you, but upon seeing pepper’s face, he knew you were gone

“he did everything he could, tony! he didn’t deserve it!”

she was extremely upset, she saw you like a son of her own

soon, her and tony restarted their life and had a daughter, dad always wondered what it’d be like to have a little girl. it was different, it really was

she was eager to meet you

morgan stole pictures of you to hang up in her room

“when i meet y/n, im gonna give him a big hug! then we’ll have a tea party!”

tony has a picture of you and peter in the kitchen, he misses the two of you, but found comfort in the fact that you may be with each other

an ounce of hope, he had to try something

save his only son, and his other son

when he got to 2012, he was disappointed that he hadn’t let you become an avenger yet because he couldn’t see you here

yada yada he fucked up now he’s in the 70s and he fixed the fuck up and now hes in 2023

and bruce snapped

and you were all brought back and the way you kicked ass was inspiring

tony had to see his son now. right now.

“y/n, dear god! you’re okay! oh, man. i love you so much, kid. i missed you”

“i love you too. and i can’t believe you went to space without me, meanie”

“get over it”

ah, back to old times

peter and you obviously had to team up for this one! come on, what a story to tell!

and then, a snap and the warriors began to fade. you turned around and saw him on his knees

“no...”

you rushed over to where peter already was and tried to hold back tears, to be strong for him

“hey, dad. i’m here. no more missed goodbyes, okay? i’m here.”

you sat beside him and held his hand while the rest of your family made their peace with him and he finally slipped away

“y/n...are you okay?” -peter

“not even a little”

peter was worried about you, but you were worried about peter

mutual worry

meeting morgan was...surprising

pepper forgot to tell you they had a daughter while you were gone

she was so sweet and for the first month you lived at the cabin, she slept in your room

you got NO space

“i love you y/n”

“love you too” *thinking about dad bc she just reminds you of him so much*

“i love you y/n”

“love you too, morgan”

over and over

peter and you had sleepovers a lot, usually at his house bc you were the only one besides ned allowed over bc of all the spider-stuff

ned fanboyed over you

also sleepovers at peter’s were a nice break from being at tony’s cabin where you were constantly reminded that he wasn’t there

“y/n, i’m going to europe for a field trip! it’s gonna be awesome!”

“dude, you’re gonna love it. are you bringing your suit?”

“no, this is my offical vacation. no spider-manning”

“good for you, man!”

peter sent you all the pictures he took on his phone

all of them

Peter-Man: And this one is me and Ned in our crappy hotel room. And here’s the river. And here’s MJ covered in birds, and here’s the airplane, Mr. Harrington fell asleep on me

you had to come to europe once you heard what was going on

happy and you picked up peter and he was a mess

“you gave away dad’s glasses?”

“i think we’re past the point that i am not smart”

“jesus, peter. you should have called me about them. i would have taken them off your hands if you weren’t ready for them”

having to make sure that you guys didn’t get hurt bc this was honestly your guy’s first solo pair-up

there wasnt much backup here

finally, you defeated the evil (who apparently held a very large grudge against you. sorry mister beck) and were able to go back home

“call me if you need anything, pete”

“i will. i promise.”

and the next thing you know...peter’s identity was exposed

“i left him alone for one day!”

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[waynedunlaptheorgandonor]

caryl first date headcanon

i wrote a stream of consciousness caryl headcanon i was thinking about when i couldn’t sleep last night. no i did not proofread it. yes it is rambling nonsense. yes you can read it if you want: 

so i genuinely don’t know what the timeline for canon is gonna be now that we got bottle episodes, s11, and the spin-off, but just for a moment let us pretend that it happens during the bottle episodes and then we have all of s11 to watch caryl trying to figure out how to navigate a relationship with each other

cuz like, they gon fuck right away, bc things are gonna get heated, and tensions are gonna be high, and they’re gonna snap like a trip wire and fucking ravish each other, that’s without question

so the first little while of their relationship will be mostly getting intimately familiar with each other’s bodies down to every last freckle

but once they’ve simmered down some they’re gonna need to address the “oh shit, wait, how does a relationship work?” problem

cue: caryl’s first date

it’ll take place in commonwealth, and i’ve never read the comics and i know jack all about it outside of what i’ve skimmed, but we’re gonna ignore that for the sake of my fun post

i know enough about it to know that there are definitely places to have a date

daryl knows this too, tho he doesn’t rly think about it right away. at first he’s more confused and sort of standoffish about the whole place, bc he was always a forest-dweller even before the apocalypse, so seeing this new metropolis-like place after years of living like a gd pioneer is gonna throw him way off kilter

right up until he’s chillin’ with judith and she’s talking about how she’s excited to see her first concert, and they have restaurants, and things she’s only ever read about, and then out of nowhere she’ll pull out, “are you gonna take aunt carol on a date?” 

and daryl will stare at her

and she’ll be like “rosita was telling me about how father gabriel took her on a real date and how nice it was. you should do that for aunt carol” 

and daryl will stare at her

and then will hastily change the subject (she’ll see right through him, ofc, but she’ll let it slide)

but the thought will stick with him, and suddenly he’s looking at the schedule of upcoming concerts and plays and wondering if carol would care about any of it. does she like shakespeare? the most experience he would have had with shakespeare was ripping out a couple pages of his school copy of romeo and juliet to use to light some firewood

but maybe she’s into it???

eventually he’ll reach the inevitable conclusion that the only way this is going to work is if he actually asks her to go on a date with him, which should be easy, right? like, he was ball’s deep inside her last night and told her good morning by putting his face between his legs, so surely asking someone on a date is simple

it will not be simple

bc yeah, they fuck all the time, and obviously they’re head-over-heels in love with each other, they’re each other’s soulmates, yada yada, but also daryl’s extremely emotionally repressed and has the romance skills of a fifteen year old having his mom drive him and his date to his first homecoming dance, only worse bc he never even went to any school dances

but after Dwelling On It for ages he’ll finally get fed up with himself and will vow to stop being a pussy. he’ll ask her before the day’s over or he’ll shoot a bolt into his own foot, ok, no more excuses

so the whole day he’s jittery af

you’d think he’s trying to pop the question, but all he wants to do is go eat dinner with carol and then watch some people recite lines from a play written hundreds of years ago, like, what is his Deal(tm)??? 

(his deal is, ofc, that he waited so long to have her, and now every new thing feels tenuous, bc he’d rather die than lose her, and sure she knows him better than anyone, but never in this context, and plus her last dude basically bled passion and romance no matter how obnoxious, and what if she realizes just how fucking clueless he is and decides she doesn’t really want to be with a middle-aged man who still gets tongue-tied around a pretty girl?)

(but also she deserves a gd date, alright? she deserves it, and so he’s going to give it to her, even if going face-to-face with a walker horde is less intimidating)

carol notices something’s off with him right away, but she waits until after dinner, when the kids have gone to their rooms and the two of them are alone washing dishes to ask, “hey, so what the fuck?” 

and daryl will be like, k, it’s now or never

and he will 100% make a fool of himself by stumbling alllll over his words, like, “nothin’s wrong, i’m fine, everythin’s real fine, i was just wonderin’ if mb you’d wanna, y’know, i dunno, they got all these shows and shit that we ain’t had in forever and i didn’t know if mb you’d wanna go see one? and mb get some food? with me, i mean. like, together. like i’d take you there and we could do those things, like a, you know, a date. but it’s cool if not, no worries, i get it if it’s not your thing, but i just thought i’d ask, but no, you’re right, it’s stupid, forget i said anythin’, hey look at the time, well i’m beat, gonna go to sleep now, goodbye”

and carol will go, “hold up”

and she’ll take daryl by the wrist before he can flee the room (bc he definitely intends to), and pulls him close and kisses him all sweet, and she’s gotta stand on her tiptoes to do it bc she’s in a pair of knit socks and he’s got his boots on so there’s more of a height difference than usual, and after she’s successfully managed to keep daryl from falling straight into a panic spiral, she’ll whisper, “i’d love to, let’s go this weekend”

and then she’ll just turn back to doing dishes without another word on the matter 

(bc, as previously stated, she knows daryl better than anyone, and she knows exactly what all his insecurities are and how much it must have taken him to ask her that, and so she’s not gonna harp on it or tease him)

(daryl recognizes this and loves her desperately for it)

the actual date is way easier than daryl expected

bc he spent all this time hyping it up, but when it comes right down to it, he just gets to spend a night with carol where they don’t have the kids to worry about, or any council business, and they just get to enjoy each other’s company

she even dressed up a little for him, which was unnecessary, but he most certainly appreciates it and can’t wait to tear the outfit off of her later

(it does make him regret the fact that he’s only had one pair of pants for the past ten years, but she doesn’t seem to mind)

they end up seeing a shakespeare play

daryl understands like 2% at best, but carol holds his hand and rests her head on his shoulder the whole time, and apparently it’s a comedy bc she laughs a lot, and that alone makes it worth it

they fuck like crazy when they get home, obviously

but it’s different than it had been previously, bc now their “togetherness” seems more solidified

like, they’re officially a “couple” now

like the type of couple that gets a babysitter for the night so they can go to the apocalyptic version of dinner and a movie together and then have sex and then fall asleep right afterwards bc they’re domestic af

and like, deep down both of them knows that this isn’t the life that they’re meant to live in forever, a la commonwealth/domestic bliss, and he wasn’t kidding when he told her new mexico was still out there, and he can feel a shift coming sooner rather than later

but he also knows they’ll be together when it happens, and they’ll figure out their own version of “date night” when they’re out exploring

but for now he’s content to do it the old fashioned way, though

when she falls asleep on his chest that night he rubs her back and kisses the top of her head, and he’s already planning their next night out

he might pick a show with modern english, though

but it’s not required

just so long as they’re together

the end 

[i-write-watolock]

Having an Audience

Part 3 of the “Cucumber” thingy. Tags: PINING (they pine so hard); Jealousy; UST; Gay Panic(TM); Wato is a confused baby bisexual; Girl!Victor Trevor; Kento lives for the drama; Past loves; slow burn.

In the chilly air of the afternoon, Tachibana Wato wondered how did she end up hidden behind a wall spying on her flatmate and her old friend while she questions her very essence. As everything in her life lately, it had started with a case: Family heirloom- a pearl- gone missing days before a wedding. Turns out the fight had ended with the Pearl lost somewhere in the sewer, had it been any other case, Sherlock wouldn’t have bothered.

But, in an unfathomable turn of events, Sherlock had gone out of her way to help this particular client. She was a tall, slender woman with long dark brown hair and extravant, bright clothes and too many tattoos.She had been chatting excitedly with Sherlok and laughing all day. Tachibana had never seen her flatmate do a non-mocking laugh, least of all throw her head back mid laugh and look at someone so very fondly.

Naturally, Tachibana was curious.

“Kento-San, who is the girl talking to Sherlock?” Wato swears she tried her best to sound unasuming. Going by Kento’s knowing twinkle, she did not succeed.

“Ah yes!  Tsukamoto Matsumi. She and Sherlock went to school together, they were friends for many years, but Tsukamoto-san finally decided to go live in Denmark with her mother, she found Japan too...traditional, for her tastes. She’s an actress and does some form of activism”.- Kento strocked his chin as he practically whispered the last part- “Sherlock held her very close to her heart.”  Wato nodded as the words settled akwardly in her mind.

She had never imagined Sherlock in that level of intimacy. There was Mrs. Hatano, although she was more of a maternal figure, Reimon-San and of course, Tachibana herself, even if she wasn’t sure which category she fit in Sherlock’s world. Those kind of relationships she knew. This, however- she wondered as she glanced to the chatting pair- was different. Safely concealed  by a wall and throwing every bit of good manners to the chilly wind, Wato decided to observe, not spy, observe.

And  watched as the stranger said something that had Sherlock burst in laugh again, excitedly talking with her hands; as the chilly wind blew and her long hair caught a solitary sunbeam that made it look like it was set on fire; as they seemed to gravitate towards each other and eventually stopped laughing, Sherlock still smiling at some distant memory. Wato drew closer, feeling her heart caught in her throat as she tried to listen. 

“Such a shame you could not get you mother’s pearl back, I’m sure Johanna would have felt a lot safer in the union”- Sherlock’s dry words held none of her usual cynical tone, they were teasing, they were almost kind. Tsukamoto recognized it and grinned.

“Oh, we’re moving into hers, so she feels safe enough. Plus, we already own a cat. She knows that I may bail on her, but I would never leave my furry son. I’m not a monster”

Sherlock huffed “Tell that to your father”.

Tsukamoto laughed, loud and unashamed- “Despicable old bastard, I hope he’s already dead. Lucky for me, there are not as many of him back in Denmark ”- She stops, regards Sherlock with a fond smile and reaches to stroke her cheek- “I wish you would come to the wedding, I barely see you anymore”

Wato feels the heavy weight of realization sinking on her shoulders. Oh.

“She found Japan too traditional for her tastes”

Johanna, Pearl, Home, Wedding. A Pearl for Johanna, Johanna is the bride and so is Tsukamoto Natsumi and they are two girls and they’re getting married in Denmark and OH.

Wato tries very hard to stand as she mentally scolds herself for not seeing this sooner. Silly Tachibana! Sherlock was right, she did not observe and it was right before her eyes, in the way the stranger talks about Johanna and carries herself; in her unusual appeareance and in the way Sherlock acts around her.

“Sherlock held her very close to her heart”

Sherlock. Who at the moment does not respond the intimate contact but neither pulls away. Instead, she shakes her head and mumbles something inaudible, but apparently right, as Tsukamoto gives a defeated sight and leans-

Wato’s thoughts are on fire and she should not look, she does not want to look. The clouds in her mind are raging and storming and she can’t stop herlsef from looking as Futaba-San’s words haunt her like a cruel prayer “Sherlock held her very close to her heart”, well of course she did, Sherlock loved her and it was obvious now and she never imagined this being Sherlock’s type and what could that mean for her and everything stops as Tsukamoto leans towards her flatmate and oh my god they’re going to kiss they’re going to kiss and they’re two women and why is she so hot under her jacket and-

Kisses Sherlock in the cheek. 

Wato releases the most aliviated breath of her life, bracing herself on the wall and before noticing that her fingertips were caressing her bottom lip.

She had to get out of here.

Hours later, walking through Tokyo, Tachibana Wato could not blame her trembling body to the chilly wind. She felt so much. She felt lost and confused, she wanted to cry and laugh and do something, the nature of what she wanted to do scaped her, all she knew is that scene, that moment, that kiss...

It stirred something in her, loud and wild. Like a shapeless shadow that battled within her, against her. And ordinary Tachibana Wato fears, because she can try to deny this as she’s tried to deny war, but knows it’s to no avail: War still lives inside. 

And this would not quench until it consumes her.

Author note: Ok, so by cronology i wanted to do another Sherlock pining one where she addresses the cucumber tonic, watson-wound, wing woman situation, but i’m blocked on that one and this was burning my fingers. So yeah, “Cucumber” will be in disarray and a mess but so am i so what can you do.

Natsumi Tsukamoto is Victor Trevor, and yes, they dated and remained friends because growth(TM). Also you can count this as Wato’s official identity crisis start. I hope you like it, any comments- constructive yada yada- are appreciated. <3

[mysweetserendiipity]

Fucking cynical

So this girl I met in Kansas. Her and her ex decided to get divorced the same time Matt&I did. But in my situation, we had just moved to a new place, I didn’t have any friends, and the people I was going to school with were hella older. For her, she was still living in the same place she had lived for the past several years, and she had friends her same age who wanted to do the same things (get drunk).

So I moved AGAIN after we got divorced. Again, not knowing anyone. It’s a college town, the semester had just ended so people had left and there was nothing to do here. She’s in a military town that has a strip with it’s own name that people go to to get drunk and party and all that good stuff. And there’s not an off season.

I was miserable. Lonely. No idea what to do or how to met people because there’s fuck nothing here and no classes were going on, everyone had left. No events going on. Nothing. Even the dating apps were dry AF. This chick though, had met a guy via a dating app. They fell for each other. 1 problem being, he’s deployed. A month or so later, he ghosts her and blocks her on everything! So she’s going out, with her friends, getting drunk, hooking up, having a good time. While I’m legit contemplating killing myself because staring at the same 4 walls everyday will drive a person insane. Once I got a job and classes had started, I tried having hope to make friends. Nope. The people in my class were stand-offish. Had already formed groups and friendships (because I was in the program and it wasn’t just a class with random people). And work, well all but 2 people were guys. 1 girl and I never really worked together. She’s a bitch as it turns out. The other, she was okay but we just didn’t speak outside of work and I wasn’t always working nights so I didn’t see every shift. The guys at work were all either not my type, or in relationships. Whatever. I’m hoping that some guy is going to come in to eat, because it’s the closest restaurant to campus, and he’s going to flirt with me and all this good stuff and that’s going to turn into my happily ever after (or at least a for now situation). I’m going to library before/after work and on weekends to potentially meet someone and also because I didn’t have wifi at my place and I really couldn’t afford to shell out the extra money. Plus, it got me out of staring at the same 4 walls every day. I had even talked to people at work about what’s there to do here. And basically it was “unless you’ve got friends” or unless I was into fishing, nothing. And somehow, these people have absolutely zero single male friends despite everyone having very different backgrounds, social circles, and ages.

This dude comes back into her life in July. Yada yada. They meet up. They talk. They fucked. And he moved in. Me, July was panicking about moving because my lease was up the next month. I had started bonding with a few girls from class because we all took summer classes to graduate early. It was kind of nice. Although hectic, and I still never saw these people outside of school.

August, comes. Homegirl proposes to the guy on his birthday. For me, I’m again trying to have hope that a new semester will bring something into my life. It does not.

Late november, her and the guy get married. Me, i’m stressing over finals coming up.

So she posted a video today about their relationship. Her divorce. Basically being all “Oh happiness will come again! You can’t rush this stuff. Having friends and support is awesome and so helpful!”

And y’all I’m cynical as fuck and I just want to rant on her fucking video! Because Matt&I split the same time. Our paperwork went through faster though (like with in 2 weeks. Hers took...8? months. Whole other story). I moved. But I’m not crazy social and most things (like clubs) are not promoting for new members mid-year. And people met friends basically via dorms, which I wasn’t living in. Here we are. You can’t rush love? Bitch, you’re MARRIED again! I haven’t even been a second date with someone! I don’t even want to hold someone’s fucking hand, much less have a one night stand. and yet, YOU’RE MARRIED!!!! It’s easy AS FUCK to say happiness and love will come again, WHEN YOU GOT IT AGAIN! And I’m bitter as fucking hell that I don’t have fucking friends like that here. There’s a few shitty bars. There’s nashville a couple hours away. But nobody wants to go out. Nobody wants to get fucked up . Or else they’re under age. So I’m goddamn bitter, alone, and single. And I can’t stand this fucking shit crap you wanna feed people!

I’m glad she’s out of a toxic marriage and this guy seems amazing to her and her kids. But I’m fucking bitter as hell and I wanna fucking punch the shit out of someone! Because like, wHAT THE GODDAMN FUCK!? JUST....WHAT THE GODDAMN FUCK!

why can’t I even have like 10% of that shit?? Why can’t i have friends here? Why can’t I have something going on on weekends or when I’m not at work that I can go do? And meet people? god fucking damn this is some fucking goddamn bullshit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!