#started drawing this at the beginning of the banner and now it's the end bc i ran out of steam (cry)

[hawflake-folk]

brought jiaoqiu out to pull for them and the absolute speed at which they arrived...

[wolfiafuntime]

So, here's the promised reblog!

I actually started planning a few days before the poll ended, because the BF scenarios was dominating from the very beginning. It started with me picking a disney movie character for each of the boy's SO's. Some examples I have are Mulan, Pinocchio, and even the Caterpillar!

I also made the school the SO's will be attending. It's called "Second Star University", and has seven dorms. The school is inspired by disney's Tinkerbell movie series. The dorms, however, are actually inspired by The Owl House's covens! I actually have a lot developed- my only problem right now is where to put each of the SO's- but I don't want to reveal everything, so you'll just have to read it to find out the rest!

Now, time to ramble about the picture. If you remember, I said 'cover/banner' before showing you Riddle's photo. That's because I plan on cross-posting this series! You'll be able to find it both here on Tumblr, over on Wattpad, and possibly on Quotev. I don't know about the last part, though.

To go more in-depth about the cover, it was actually pretty hard to figure out what I wanted to do! I originally wanted to use the dorm leaders in their original style and outfits; but there was one problem with that. I work on an acer chromebook of all things!! I hate it. Why? Because it doesn't let you download any wiki fandom photos. You can only take screenshots of them. So I had to work around the lack of a transparent background. (Also, if you reset your email password, it's gonna automatically hard reset the entire device, no matter so you're gonna lose all photos you didn't post online). At first, I was just going to save myself the trouble and trace them. But then I thought that was too boring, so I spent a bit over an hour planning outfits for them.

I started with an accessory all seven would have in common. After a few minutes, I decided to put them all in flower crowns! And not long after that, I decided to put them all in cottagecore outfits! The following hour was spent looking at pictures of men's cottagecore fashion. Some hints for the other dorm heads: Azul and Vil will be wearing ruffle shirts, and Kalim will be wearing a pear of overalls!

Riddle's original outfit didn't have any flowers on it, but after looking it over, I found it to be too blank. So I browsed all of Ibispaint's brushed and stumbled upon the ume flower (I think???). His rose crown took the most time to make, as I was originally going to go far more detailed look, which took about an hour for the two that I did. But then I realized it looked out of place, so I scrapped them. There's also another half-hour of waisted time when I was figuring out what style I want to draw them in.

In total, with the scrapped rough hour-and-a-half, it took four hours and forty-one minutes! And, because I draw with my fingers, my arm hurts now. So I have to give it a break before I start drawing Leona :(.

Speaking of Leona, it's actually gonna be a while before you see him. Or me. I'd hate to spam the 'twst x reader' tag with just art (no hate against people who do, I love your pictures, I just don't think my art's worthy of it bc I don't put that much time into it), so I'll be dropping Leona and Azul at the same time.

Thanks for reading this!

Hey TWST Fandom!

I'm the person who made the 'Dear TWST Fandom' poll! As you may have seen or guessed, the Boyfriend Scenarios option won! So, I've started to work on it. Part of that work includes making a cover/banner. Anyways, here's Riddle in a cottagecore-inspired outfit!

P.S there's gonna be a reblog with me rambling about the details of the pic and the scenarios if you're curious about anything!

[apompkwrites]

I love the streamer au of both xiao and albedo! I was wondering if I could request a scenario where they both try and save up primogems so they can pull us? What do you think their reaction would be if they pulled us? Thanks in advance!!

reader impact || character event wish

series masterlist characters: xiao, albedo genre: fluff summary: your character exclusive banners have been released! will our streamers have any luck pulling you? notes: hehe time to roll! sad boy hours bc childe’s probably not coming home for me :(( i wish everyone else good luck on who they want, though!

invitation to mundane life (xiao) -

he rarely uses social media.

he doesn't really involve himself in it too much and only uses it to alert his viewers of upcoming streams.

imagine his surprise when he's waiting for people to enter his genshin stream when they tell him that there's a new playable character: you.

just like when he first met you, he practically shuts down.

the character he had loved and admired for so long is now able to be in his party forever?!?!??!

he doesn't understand the gacha/pity system but he'll learn it just for you.

he'd definitely host a watch party the day you drop to watch your trailers.

"why is their trailer so sad???"

this boy cannot handle your backstory in the trailer.

he just wants to keep you safe :((

(even if you'd be the one protecting him)

now, he's normally not one to pay for things in games since he prefers to use his money for essentials.

for you, though, he will empty his entire bank account for you.

he buys the blessing of the welkin moon and is very prepared to buy genesis crystals.

he'll wish for you at the wangshu inn on the very balcony he first met you.

he'll play liyue music in the background of his stream just for you <333

he doesn't normally express his emotions, as i've said before, but here anyone could tell that he was desperate to have you on his team.

he chokes on his breath when he sees gold fly across his stream.

please both he and his chat are begging for it to be you.

he's skipping through all the weapons and cursing whoever is making him wait until the end of his roll to find out whether or not it's you.

(name): ★★★★★

and he's gone.

like he falls out of his chair when he sees it's you.

his chat is VERY torn between laughing at him and congratulating him.

his body hurts but it was worth it to see you on his screen <3

he doesn't understand the appeal of getting good weapons purposefully but you bet he's gonna whale for yours.

he doesn't care that it's good, even though that's a bonus. all he really cares about is that it's your weapon, no one elses.

also you look cute af with it don't @ him.

obviously you're going straight into his party. and every other party he owns.

and any bosses you're fighting? you're there.

his chat's yelling at him because your element isn't good against this boss.

you know what this man says?

"too bad. (name) supremacy."

you’re the reason he smiles so much, hun <33

secretum secretorum (albedo) -

please he stocked up on primogems ever since he reacted to your update.

he's so excited to see what your attacks are since he purposefully avoided seeing them.

he's got over thirty (30) wishes worth of primogems and his wallet is sitting on his desk.

he promises his chat he'll watch the character trailer and demo after he gets you because he wants everything to be a surprise.

he starts the stream by showing off all of the drawings he's made over the time waiting for you to be released <3

he gets a bunch of donations from people wishing him luck and telling him that the money is exclusively to wish for you.

we love his supportive audience.

he will stream the very day you are released. he's on it within the first few minutes of launch.

finally, it's time to wish.

of course, he'll do all his daily commissions to get all those extra primogems just in case ;)

"the time has come."

by the time he's ready to wish for you, he's up in dragonspine in your little workplace.

his chat is spamming good luck messages and emotes (all of which were you that he made during one of his streams).

he's actually really nervous.

he knows he'll get you because he'll spend all of his money just to do it, but there's still that underlying fear hidden in his body.

he just wants you in his party because he knows he won't be able to get you after the banner is done.

it takes a few pulls but about four (4) minutes in, he sees the familiar golden comet fly across his stream.

both him and his chat are freaking out.

"please come home please come home please come home please come home."

AND YOU CAME HOME.

AND NOW HE'S DYING.

PLEASE YOU'RE SO COOL AND ADORABLE AND AMAZING AND

his chat pushes for him to wish for your weapon.

only the best for the chief alchemist that stole his heart <3

luckily, he got it with his remaining wishes.

he exits the wish menu so fast and places you in the first slot of his party.

before he even starts to use you, he will use the camera feature and just zoom in.

"look at them. look at how amazing they are. look."

he can and will show you off every chance he gets.

immediately begins leveling you up and ascending you because of course he spent the past few weeks grinding for all of your materials.

he will his highest artifacts away from his other characters just to give them to you.

over the days your banner is active, you best bet he's continuing to wish for you so that he can get you to c6 (which he does because you deserve the best).

you are the very first character he gets to friendship lvl 10. no matter how long he's had the other characters, you are the first.

expect the next few art streams to be based on you once again.

he will draw every voiceline he unlocks.

his stream overlay is now based on you and the background is your friendship card.

his cute little chalk ruler has stolen his heart <3

[theunknownintrowert]

this night, i was scrolling through bastille folder on my phone, was looking at old and new pics and i felt that i still love them so much even if i haven't checked many of their new interviews for a while and keep saving the new pics just coz i kinda have to.

but also i was feeling sorrow and mourning, partly bc i miss quarantine era and its quaranstreams, distraction tactics meetings, wygd excitement, goosebumps ep songs, and the vibe of that middle-era in general. and partly bc a lot of things have changed since then.

i understand that now bastille will never come back to russia anymore, i will never see them live, altho i had some hopes in 2020 and 2021 but not anymore. i can't even check their insta stories without using vpn that can turn itself off any minute it wants, and all bc of this stupid unnecessary war our government started. and i hate it so much, i hate that i can't change it, that the government lies to people and makes journalists, telly people, papers people lie too, bc if they won't lie, the government will destroy them. i'm tired of all the bullshit they put on the telly everyday, i'm tired of every stinky letter z (means 'for the victory, 'zа победу' in russian) on banners, buses, stickers, and everything, of how many civillians they make to believe in this shit that russia makes the right thing in this 'saving operation' - it's a fucking war.

and i'm so tired, but i was scrolling through this bastille folder and felt this love i was feeling for them at the very beginning, two years ago, and it helped a bit. even if i will never see them live, at least i can have pics and vids and interviews, and i still can draw them, and i hope it really will be alright at the end of the day.

[iliveiloveiwrite]

Shades of Pink

Request: Hi! Can I request a Harry Potter x reader oneshot where the reader is a metamorphomagus (sorry if I mispelled) and her hair changes to a certain color when she's around Harry bc she's in love with him? preferably set during their howarts years, thanks in advance!

A/N: I love this request, I love writing for Harry so much bc he’s so awkward and bumbling! I hope I’ve done it justice and that it meets your expectations! ALSO! Two fics in one night! I’d like to thank the Mamma Mia soundtracks as well as the Moulin Rouge! soundtrack for making this possible. It couldn't be done without you <3 I’d like to take the time it apologise to my taglist for another notification from me, please don’t hate me too much. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy reading! Love to you all! Banner by the incredibly talented @peachesandpinks​

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing and fluff - lots of fluff.

Word count: 1.9k

In the mornings your hair is a warm brown as the heaviness of sleep still lingers.

By breakfast, it’s turned to a neon pink that draws attention from all tables in the Great Hall. It only gets brighter as you sit down next to Harry.

As a young metamorphmagus, the changes were still unpredictable, and the added combination of hormones and first love made it all the more difficult to hide your feelings.

Falling for Harry felt entirely natural; as if your love for The Chosen One was part of your genetic makeup. It had taken one smile, that was all. He smiled at you in Third Year as you were arguing with Ron, and you were a goner. That had been three years ago; now in your Sixth Year, it was safe to say you were half way in love with the messy-haired teenager.

“What’s caused your hair to change colours this morning?” Hermione asks, taking a bite of her toast, “It was brown when we woke up.”

You stare at your plate as you mumble, “It’s when I get overwhelmed by my feelings. I’m still trying to control it all.”

Hermione’s eyes cast over the two boys sitting with them, clueless to the conversation, “Do you have a crush on someone?” she whispers.

You bite your lower lip, nodding. Hermione has to clasp a hand over her mouth to keep the happy squeak from leaving her lips; she spent so much time with Harry and Ron that it was nice to be involved in a conversation that didn’t revolve around Quidditch.

“Who? Who is it that’s turning your hair pink?”

You let your eyes slip to Harry, sipping at his morning pumpkin juice, nodding along with whatever Ron was saying, without a clue to your feelings. Hermione catches on immediately; they don’t call her the brightest witch of her age for nothing.

“This is perfect!” She almost shouts; ignoring your wide eyes.

“How?”

“He likes you back! He told me the other night!”

You don’t get a chance to reply. Harry’s hand lands on your shoulder, pulling all of your attention to him. If possible, your hair gets even pinker. He smiles at you, “Come on, we don’t want to be late for Potions, it isn’t worth the looks from Slughorn.”

You sigh, taking a last drink of your orange juice, “I suppose not.”

Hermione and Ron strike up a conversation behind you and Harry; Hermione pestering Ron over whether he plans to complete his homework for this week or let it gather dust.

You and Harry walk close together; hands brushing every now and then and you can’t ignore the jolt of electricity sent up your arm sending your heart racing. Alongside your hair changing colour when feelings overwhelmed you, it would also grow at unprecedented rates.

“(Y/N)?” Harry calls.

“Yes?”

“Is your hair supposed to be growing that fast?”

“Merlin’s beard!” You shout, your hands flying to your hair where it was now cascading down your back. You sigh, “No, Harry, it isn’t supposed to be doing that.”

“Oh… alright. Do you need to go sort it out? I’ll tell Slughorn that you’ll be late.”

“That’s sweet of you, Harry but no, I’ll be fine, I just need a minute.”

He nods, stopping in the corridor to wait with you. Ron and Hermione also stop with you; all watching you as you close your eyes and begin to calm yourself down.

Hermione grabs your hand and squeezes once, understanding your current predicament. you were finding it to concentrate with the very reason for your distraction watching you with concern written all over his face.

You refuse to open your eyes as you ask, “How does it look?”

“It’s still neon pink, if that’s what you were concerned about,” Ron says.

You sigh again, opening your eyes, “It’ll stay pink for a while. I was more concerned about the length; I didn’t want to be tripping over it as I walked to class.”

Hermione smiles, squeezing your hand once more before letting it drop, “It’s back to your shoulders.”

“How do you do that?” Harry asks, voice somewhat breathless with wonder.

“It starts to grow out when I become overwhelmed over something. I try to control it by taking deep breaths and thinking of calming things.”

“You’re wonderful,” He blurts out, blushing once he realises what he says.

Ron claps him on the shoulder, failing to hold in his laughter, “You’re proper smooth, you, Potter.”

Hermione smacks him on the arm with her book, “Shut up, Ronald! He’s smoother than you at least.”

Ron splutters as Hermione continues to look at him unimpressed. Harry hasn’t taken his eyes off you.

You clear your throat, ending the argument between the two of them, “We’re late for Potions.”

The four of you fall into silence as you run to the classroom where Slughorn greets with you with five points from Gryffindor each for tardiness and a look of disappointment.

Sitting in your assigned seat, you try to focus on the lesson that Slughorn is delivering but your mind keeps flashing back to the moment that happened not even ten minutes ago. To the look on Harry’s face as he watched you change your appearance.

Catching sight of your face in the glass cupboards, you’re pleased to see that your hair has faded to a baby pink. Much better than the neon pink you were sporting as you entered the classroom. Taking a deep breath, you turn away from your reflection and try to focus on Slughorn and recognising the side effects of Amortentia.

How fitting.

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The Gryffindor common room is quiet as you lounge on the couch in front of the fire. Your History of Magic essay laid out in front of you. You read over your words, hoping they form a convincing argument surrounding the witch hunts of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries and whether it was a purposeful event triggered by other magical creatures to keep muggles off their scent.

You yawn as you read and reread your conclusion; hoping that it sounds strong enough for Professor Binns to mark it as Outstanding. Giving your eyes a break, you look around the common room seeing a few students here and there, all focused on their own work.

You catch eyes with Harry as he lands on the last step of the staircase leading to the dormitories. The way his eyes move upwards tells you that your hair has turned to the neon pink that you’ve become so familiar with these past few years.

Harry smiles at you as he joins you on the couch. You chide yourself as your heart begins to race and your hands become sweaty.

“History of Magic?” Harry asks, reading over the title of your essay.

You nod, moving the pile of parchment so he has room to sit down, “I wanted to get it done while I had the motivation.”

“I should probably take a leaf from your book.” He laughs, thinking of the pile of essays he has yet to complete.

“It’s not a bad idea, Potter. I don’t mind helping you, you know that.”

“I know,” He says, softly.

You turn away from him, focusing on the roaring fire in front of you. Your eyes follow the imaginary shapes the flames make as they devour the logs beneath them.

“I meant what I said this morning,” Harry whispers.

“You did?”

“You’re wonderful and entirely colourful.”

Your feelings start to be too much; your feelings for the boy sat next to you become too much.

“I think I’ve seen your hair about a thousand shades of pink, but I have no clue what it mean.” Harry murmurs, reaching out to grab a strand your hair, curling it around his finger before letting it drop back to your shoulder.

It’s such a loving move that you almost internally combust.

Harry looks you in the eyes, “What does pink mean?”

You cough, clearing your throat, “Truthfully?”

“Truthfully.”

“It means love.”

Harry’s eyes widen, “Love?”

“Yeah, it means love. The brighter the pink gets, the more overwhelmed I am.”

“It’s pink when you talk to me.” He says, making the connection at last.

You start to play with your fingers, refusing to look him in eye, “Yeah, I know.”

“You love me?” He asks, one of his hands reaching to grab one of your hands.

You take a deep breath, meeting his blue-eyes head on, “I do.”

He releases a breath, “Thank Merlin! I’ve liked you for so long.”

“You have?”

Harry nods, wildly, “Since Fourth Year – after the first task in the Triwizard Tournament when you were ready to duel Dumbledore after you saw how injured I was.”

“I would have as well if you’d have let me. I’m still pissed about it.”

Harry grins, “What about you?”

“Since Third Year. It sounds silly, but you smiled at me over breakfast when I was arguing with Ron and I was a goner.”

“It’s not silly at all,” Harry says quietly, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.

You smile at him, happy that you had finally told him how you felt. You were ecstatic that he felt the same way.

He shuffles closer to you; his thigh now lining up against yours. “I want to try something, if that’s okay?”

You whisper your consent, not daring to speak any louder. Not for the fear of someone hearing, but for the fear of breaking the bubble you find both of you in.

His hand cradles your cheek; his touch soft, as if he’s not entirely certain this is happening. You lean into his touch, savouring the feel of his hand on your face.

His eyes search yours for permission; you nod, a small movement but it’s enough for him. He leans in and presses his lips to yours hesitantly; testing the waters. He doesn’t expect you to gasp against his mouth; your body reacting instinctively to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close to you. Harry gets more confident, relishing in your reaction to him. His mouth becomes more insistent, and he starts to press you into the couch. His body hovering over yours; lips still connected. There was nothing but raw emotion in the way Harry’s hands began to travel down your body; committing to memory every dip and curve in your body.

Some distant part of your brain knew that you would have to pull away soon before things could go further, but the feel of his hands and his lips were distracting you perfectly. And you soon found yourself not really caring whether you were creating a scene for the whole common room to watch.

Someone clearing their throat has you pulling away from each other, gasping for air. Looking over the back of the couch, both Ron and Hermione stand a few feet away from the couch; the look on Hermione’s face tells you it was not her that had interrupted.

Ron grins, asking, “Were you enjoying yourself, (Y/N)?”

“I was before we were interrupted,” You frown.

“I love this colour on you by the way, it suits you.” Ron chuckles, pointing to your hair. He pulls Hermione away before you can reply, but she offers you a wide smile as she follows the Weasley out of the room.

You groan, “It’s neon pink isn’t it?”

Harry barks out a laugh, “It is, but guess what?”

“What?” You asks, peeking out from his neck, where you had hidden your face.

Harry kisses you lightly – once, twice, three times, before replying, “It’s my favourite shade of pink.”

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s Daughter (The Teenage Years)

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

warnings:

a/n: this is LONG so please dont let this flop

prompt: y/n is 12-16, takes place from Avengers 1 to Avengers 2

The Early Years (1) The Intense Years (3) The Aftermath (4) Continued (5)

starting out with tony powering stark tower with clean energy:

it was very late, you were supposed to be asleep

“what are you doing up, missy? it’s way past your bedtime”

“it’s my fault, i let her stay up to see her dad’s big achievement” -pepper

just vibing on the couch with absolutely no intention of sleeping anytime soon

you really did take after your dad

“how was the show, sweetheart?”

“uh, cool?”

coulson showing up when he did

you were excited bc you knew he had to be there for superhero stuff

“hi, agent coulson!!”

“hey there, kiddo!

BEGGING to come with your dad

“no. absolutely not. there is absolutely no way im letting you get involved in any of this”

you got involved

but like, not the whole “im a 12 year old superhero” involved

“y/n, sweetie, this is dr. banner, you’re gonna be his assistant in the lab!”

“—what?” *bruce utterly shocked*

talking that man’s ear off oh my GOD

he taught you a few things along the way, though

it ended up being very educational

“yeah i built my own suit! it’s definitely not as cool as my dad’s...and he put a bunch of safety controls on it. obviously, i could bypass them and do whatever i wanted, but it’s best not to break his trust, you know?”

“you are astonishingly wise for a 12 year old”

bruce being kind of scared around you because he thinks he could hurt you

also scared you might hurt yourself on the scepter

CASUALLY talking to the rest of the avengers

“so, you’re stark’s daughter? now i’ve met three generations of starks.” -steve

“oh, wonderful, there’s a smaller one!” -thor

“hey, y/n, it’s good to see you again. still practicing those moves i showed you?” -natasha

listennnn as you got older you started to exert more of your father’s personality traits

you developed his sarcastic and occasionally ill-timed humor...and

YOU WERE COCKY AS FUCK

“i mean, i’m not saying that i’m better than you but i know you’re thinking it”

when the helicarrier was attacked nobody really knew the correct way to protect you

“dad? dad??”

“right here, y/n, come with me”

tony brought your suit for emergency purposes

“you put this on and you stay here, understand?”

oh, another thing you got from him? NOT LISTENING

helping where you could, the first step to becoming a superhero, right?

being really upset when coulson died

but understanding that it was apart of the job

going back to new york for some alien ass kicking and having the whole team check on you every thirty seconds

“y/n, how’s it going?” “stark junior, are you doing okay?” “need any help out there, kid?”

“you guys don’t have to babysit me” “i’m still kickin’ it, thanks”

tony calling right before he went through the wormhole

“hey sweetheart, just gotta let you know that i love you and i am so proud of everything you’ve done”

the avengers holding you back from him when he fell back to the ground because you were unreasonably worried for obvious reasons

“is he breathing? steve? steve, let me see him! JARVIS, are you there?”

falling on the ground and hugging him (with your clunky-ass armor still on)

“hey! yeah, i missed you too”

*clink clink* pat on the back

schwarma stop

“you’re gonna eat it and you’re gonna like it”

having your own input on the stark tower remodel

taking a slight pause for random stuff

you’ve definitely drawn his mustache/goatee on your face before

“please tell me that’s not permanent marker”

“it’s permanent marker”

you and pepper doing mother/daughter things for bonding (but you and her already had a great relationship)

unreasonable amount of cussing from your father has rubbed off onto you and now he doesn’t notice when you say bad words

natasha taught you how to shoot so that was cool

“if i can shoot a repulsor, i think i can shoot a gun”

“whatever you say, baby stark”

obviously the team is just a bunch of protective uncles and an aunt

“i miss [insert avenger here]”

resume to iron man 3

just tinkering in the shop with pops

“are you sure that’s safe, dad?”

“duh, why wouldn’t it be safe?”

you were right and it was not safe

sometimes you proved your dad wrong and it made him happy?

“well would you look at that, you’re right”

learning how to help your dad with his anxiety and panic attacks

the house in malibu got blown up and your dad disappeared

you were benched by pepper effective immediately

“don’t you think it would be better if i were still out there? someone has to be out there and...i don’t know, protect the people?”

“y/n, please, you’re still a kid. i can excuse fighting aliens but i draw the line at terrorism”

“you can excuse fighting aliens??”

pepper sent you to a different house and hired a...babysitter

zip zip zip its AOU time yall remember the beginning of that at the hydra base

*explosion* “oh, shit! didn’t mean to do that...”

“watch your language, y/n!” -cap

“don’t tell my daughter what to do!”

having an external monologue that everyone just kind of rolls with

“glad i put a heater in this suit” “anyone up for burgers?” *humming Eye of the Tiger*

going back to the lab with tony and bruce and being very uncomfortable with the idea of ultron

“okay dad, you know how im usually right?”

“lighten up, kiddo. remember what i taught you about trial and error? this is a learning experience”

*bruce and you side eying*

“i’ll ground you”

“what?!”

“kidding, im kidding”

a lot of kid jokes from other partygoers

“isnt it past your bedtime”

“very funny”

actually dressing up nice for a change, as opposed to an oil-stained band tee

but then ur outfit was ruined because you had to shoot murder bots :(

“not cool! i designed this room!”

tony still got all the blame for ultron while you and bruce went 😬

tony made a joke about ultron being your brother and you didn’t talk to him for hours

“oh, come on! you have to learn to laugh at your mistakes!”

“poor choice of words, stark” -literally everyone

🎶getting to see your worst feaaar🎶

which was a mixture between tony not surviving the wormhole and being abandoned and vulnerable again

your phone got confiscated “because of ultron”

meeting wanda and pietro on better terms

“you are stark’s daughter?”

“um, yeah, that’s me. i sincerely apologize for anything he’s ever done wrong while i’ve been alive”

actually getting along with them (plus you were in a similar age range)

“uncle rhodey!!!”

“staying out of trouble, i hope?”

“define ‘trouble’”

okay okay, enough of that. besides a few robots hitting you and you hitting harder...and ultron taking a couple personal jabs at you after accessing some of your social media accounts...it went back to normal(ish)

you made a friend of wanda and visited the avengers compound weekly and helped with training

and nat gave you some spy pointers to help you if you ever found yourself without the suit

when you left the compound after thor that day, you had some nice father/daughter time

“why don’t i give you a driving lesson, yeah?”

“you’re gonna trust me to drive this thing?”

“sure, why not?”

you drove very fast, wonder where you learned that from

he was clasping onto the seats and whispering curse words

“next time, you can drive with happy”

[dolliedarlin]

Please tell me on how to start if I want to start writing anime characters headcannons or fics? What should we do beforehand? And where to start smth like that!! 👉🏻👈🏻❤️

firstly, i can’t believe you’re coming to me for writing advice 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 stop before my ego grows a humongous head 😳

but back to the point at hand, this is my advice and for anyone else who wants to start writing in general 

one. just go for it! good writing comes with practice and time so start right away - start now! 

two. read books or other fics that you like ; from this you can find a style of writing that you can build your own style on and you can also learn what sort of fics you want to write 

three. structure your fics well ; use paragraphs, start a new paragraph when a new character speaks, make sure there’s a beginning, middle and end to each plot/chapter/headcannon whatever it is that you plan to write

four. give summaries at the beginning ; i, personally, like it when brief summaries are given so that i know what i’m going to read, i would go so far as to say that i won’t read some fics if they don’t have a summary. also! some summaries can really draw people in too, and you can start building a following of people that like the things you write 🥰  also put the ‘read more’ line under your summaries after a paragraph or two of the opening of your fic (this is only for long fics)

five. make it aesthetically pleasing ; at first, i made banners bc i liked the look of them and bc i like making things pretty 😙 but over time, i realised that when i’m reading, as a reader, i tend to gravitate to fics that have a banner/aesthetic theme. you don’t have to be the most artsy or technical person out there, you can have a plain banner with the title of your fic written on it and you’re good to go! 

six. use links! ; this is specifically for tumblr but use links at the end of each fic/chapter/headcannon/post, link them back to your page, masterlist etc (make sure you make a masterlist too so that it’s easier for people to look through your work)

seven. plan your writing! ; i stand by planning everything! it doesn’t have to be detailed, it can just be a bullet point list on plot development but it really helps when you’re writing so that you don’t lose the plot line 

eight. use tags! ; use lots of tags so that you attract people that are going to read your fics, use at least 5 tags and make sure the first five are the most important tags 

i can give so much more advice but these are the essentials 😊 i hope they’re helpful to you! 

good luck in your writing, dollface! you’ve got this! i’ll be cheering for you! make sure you don’t push yourself too much, your readers care for your mental and physical health more than you think and you should too! ❤️

[unclejuho]

sf9 in london event + concert experience ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

this is my 5k essay on what happened 190512 // enjoy reading!!!

so i got to the venue at 11pm the night before bc i was so stressed by the other concerts (ppl at la started lining up at 6pm??) i really wanted to be near the front since im coming all way from the netherlands anyways i better go big or go home!!!! so like i waited there for an hour amongst other fans who were still waiting from a diff concert and when they left other fantasy arrived so we started queueing up. i rlly have to thank sf9 uk casue they were so nice to me and they kept letting me use their hotel next door to let me go to the bathroom and change ♥️

i ended up getting nr1 (or nr21 ig isbdhs) so!!!! we did it LMAO succesfully got a good spot even though my feet and butt were dead by the time anything even happened,, its so hard to wait for 16+ hours to go to a concert but its sf9 so who cares about health 🤡 we didnt get knifed and a lot of ppl came up to ask who the fuck we were waiting for hdbshsh it was so funny

so i started handing out my juho stuff ofc and ppl seemed to like it!!! so im glad haha eventually even i didnt have any anymore so i was happy ppl liked it!

skip to like 1pm which is when the members arrived at the venue, i was a lil late noticing cus i was waiting for those signed narcissus albums but i ran to the front anyways n saw youngbin chani tae leave the van (like what they posted in the travel preview) so that was!!!!! jdbdbsb they were so unbothered it was so cute so i went to get my albums and came back to line (i got all hwiyoung pcs oshshah) 

also there were so many other fans handing out fanmades it was so sweet the entire atmosphere was fantastic bc everyone was nice to eachother, rlly everyone i talked to was super sweet!!! also so many fansites with slogans or fans so i went broke once more but it was all worth it theyre so pretty...

at like 4.30 was the special event which lmao i rlly was so tired and i got sooo nervous i had my already signed fanfare from mwave bc if ure gonna sign any album it should be fanfare (looking at ALL the ppl that gave them narcissus) sooo us 20 were led upstairs to some sort of bar area and they had a long table w water bottles so we had to wait a lil while the staff checked our signed items if they were ok and then we had to form a line to wait (they were late) i met another dutchie so that was nice hdhshsh

finally the members walk out and im shaking bc baek ju is the first to enter the room!!! he was wearing that leopard sweater and i didnt even hate his mullet seeing it upclose...

jae was wearing that stupid unbottoned shirt skbssbsb and he came in giving ALL the fanservice like him and inseong were here for the entire thing osbdbsb the other members just sat down and sociaized with eachother like yb kept being adorable and pulling faces at the table it was everything and i couldnt see rowoon bc ppl were standing in front of him but i was!!!! shaking already bc whos idea was it to start off this event with fucking rowoon lmao is like immediate heart attack! ju was last which was oof...

so i had like ideas of what i wanted to talk abt w each members but lmao??? i didnt talk abt any of it to any member my mind was so shook...

first up was rowoon and he just hdhshsh???? the eye contact of this man and just seeing him upclose was so intense tf he rlly was.. so gorgeous n bc of his hair up his eyes looked even bigger n shimmered and the pics rlly dont do him justice... so the first thing i said was wow so handsome bc why not.. i was gagged indeed hdbdbsb he said like woooow our debut album and you already have it signed oabdbs i didnt explain the entire mwave thing bc wud he understand haha but he opened n he saw the pic of himself hes like what do u like better me now or me here??? me being myself im like fanfare bc ur hair down is so cute oahdhshs i rlly not a narcissus hag anyways but fanfare was best rowoon as always... so rowoon did his sign and i asked him to do sky castle impersonation he didnt understand so i just repeated sky castle he was like ah the voice thing im like yes cha minhyuk isbdbsh so he did the fucking thing and i was dying lmao great to have seen it in the flesh ofc...

after rowoon was taeyang and taeyang!!!! was so hyper and attentive like hdnsb whenever u see him in vids hes usually very casual but he was soooo sweet and he too was like ahhh fanfare he took a while to say but he said his heart was still in there hdhdhsh so i was 🤧🤧 i just asked tae if he was doing okay or if he wasnt feeling tired and he said he was doing great bc i was there im like dying hdhshsh so i said yah me too!!!! 

jae was after taeyang n jae was jdhshshs soooo into it i know korean fans say ppl change biases to jae after meeting him and i have to say i can see why!!! i didnt rlly know what to say to jae beforehand but he said oooo i really love london and im like haha i dont like it here im like im from the netherlands so he was shocked he said thank you for coming to travel here and he held my hand isbdbsbsb

next was inseong and... the eye contact level was sooo severe he rlly threw all into it hes like hi thank you for coming so much so i was wearing this shirt w a 🥩 on it and im like inseong do u like my shirt bc i know u love meat iahdhahsh so he was laughing n said yea wow this is my favorite shirt oshdhshs rlly had me going LOL he asked if it was my first time seeing them im like yea but im going to korea in the summer tho oshdhshs he said that was great n asked how long i was staying for,,, so im like im going a month so he asked why i was going so long im like im going for u!!! hdbshsb he gave me some hearts and i moved on ndhsbsab

so chani was next up and he looked so shy,,,, im sad bc i forgot to say everything i wanted to say to him at the beginning and i was just like chaniiiiiii and he laughed and signed my album before i went i quickly pushed in a URE MY FAVE DANCER n he highfived me hdhsbs

so youngbin was next and i... lmao... i was weak haha he just read my name hes like hiiiii gia im here being depressed saying HI YOUNGBIN I LOVE U SM thank u sm for everything u do for us and i shit u not my eyes like tearing up oshdbsbs yb asking me how im feeling im like YEA GREAT tears in my eyes oabdbs i rly couldnt speak otherwise id actually have them roll down my face so i just nodded and moved on iabsbs

hwiyoung im so sorry... i was still emo from yb and i even forgot to say happy birthday like pls hit me... hwi cheered for the fanfare album and im like yess hwi i love ur hair here i love the blonde;; hwi thanked me for coming 

next up was dawon and jdbsbs i came in saying hi fantasy president so he said yeeee fantasyyyyy and hes an unbothered legend oabbdhssbn he signed quickly and within a minute i was away again jdhdhs

so juho.. my god oshdhshwh hes so:((( pretty let me breathe liek... i came there im like juho i love u oahdhshsh hes just nodding his way going to sign my album and he drawing that heart stickman so im like i have a question can u draw— hes like this is my signature drawing LUCKILY i drew the jucasso next to my name so im like pointing at it being like lmao boy we dont want this heart flop bdhdhsh so he quickly drew it and i said i hope u feel better soon and i was off again,,, rlly dawon and juhos signing went so quick...

so we moved on to the pictures and they were grabbing the chairs and ju was standing all way back at first but then no members went to sit on the chairs oahdhs so JUHO THE MAN WENT FOR THE SEAT NEXT TO THE MIDDLE HDHSHSH and hwi on the other side and jae behind so im blessed like juho... he rlly did it... hdhshsh i quickly go to grab one of my banners bc im like bitch i gotta fucking rep for it now otherwise i wudnt know a pose anyways oahdhshs so i quickly took off my glasses as well

so its my turn im going up and sitting down and like handing this banner to ju and hes like ???? oh???? he quickly reads it n was impressed hdbsb so there was one pic and tae was sitting next to ju and wanted to read what was on the banner so he turned to us but then we had to take another pic so he had to turn back quickly again oahdhshsh and then i had to go again but as i walked away ju was explaining to the members what was on my banner so i :(((( 

after everyones picture was taken they said goodbye and waved and inseong stayed behind a lil to joke abt drinking beer (i rlly hate him but also me?) and then they left and we got our merch bags n went back downstairs

so i quickly ran over to my bestie to tell her abt it before realizing we had to line up to go inside for the concert so i was like stressed running away i rlly almost lost my first spot LOL but we were let inside the venue i had like 50 bags but i ran to the front and BLESS IT there was like tiny space left at the left side which is were i wanted to be bc juwoon!!!!!! so i rly did get barrier thank god i could put down all my bags as well and the fantasy next to me were great as well!!!!

// i’ll add the concert later as im tired rn and this is already 5k osjbhdbhjas

[afewmarvelousthoughts]

Truth Pt. 5

Master List: @afewmarvelousthoughtsadmin

Request: What’s up sug! sorry you’re struggling right now but I’ve come to help you If you could bring this to light for me I’d absolutely love for YOU TO DO JT So basically Bucky X Enhanced reader who are fuckin enemies. Hate each other to every last fiber of their beings bc Bucky is rude and she calls him out on it. AnywHs, they get drunk, truth or dare (go crZy baby) and LOTS LF dirty talk if u wanna do smut but if u don’t then buck taking care of her while she’s drunk cause she admitted her feelings

Pairing: Bucky X Reader (Enhanced)

Summary: Since The Avengers gave you a home the only blight has been Bucky Barnes, a ghost from your past that you can’t seem to shake. It makes you hate him. The feeling, it seems, is mutual. But… a simple game reveals that maybe things aren’t quite so simple. (Post Winter Soldier AU)

Warnings: Physical violence, (non-major) character death, blood

A/N: First fic of 2019!!! WOO! And it’s a fucking doozy... I’ve never written a battle like this before so it was certainly an adventure. I hope it reads well. 

This damn fucking story. How did I get here?! I feel like I’ve been hijacked and held for ransom. But... I like it...? I’m also enjoying really working some of the other Avengers into this. 

Anyway I hope you’re enjoying the ride this enemies to lovers thing is taking us all on!

Tags are open!

@mywinterwolf @disagreetoagree @peachthatdrinkslemonade @breezy1415  @wonderlandmind4 @handplucked @piensa-bonito @midnightdream83  @buckysstar

Four days later Tony’s voice pipes up while you’re making your first cup of coffee.

“Hey Sparky,” his somewhat endearing nickname for you, “we got a job to do. Meet in the briefing room in an hour.”

“You got it, boss.”

Perfect. A mission was exactly what you needed to get your mind off of everything. Sure he’d be there but your focus would be on the task at hand not what happened between you. Plus it would feel good to fuck some Hydra agents up.

Sam barrels into you on your way to the briefing room, “Where the hell you been, girl?”

You shrug, “Around.”

He huffs, “We need to work on that move soon. Stark thinks he’s got the wings just right so they can deflect your energy and not freak out.”

“Oh, nice! So you can be my own personal jetpack!”

“I was thinking you’d be my laser gun, but to each their own.”

“I should really get my finger gun skills up to par then.” You hold your hands up in the quintessential finger gun style and make points of light glow at the tips of your middle and index fingers.

“If you could get on that immediately it would be great,” Sam laughs, “and be sure to make the ‘pew pew’ noise as you shoot those assholes down.” Continuing down the hall you both proceed to make shooting noises at the other laughing at your ridiculousness.

Before getting to the door you pause and enact a dramatic battle ending. Someone sighs audibly behind you. Bucky, er Barnes, whatever, stands, hands shoved in his pockets looking truly put upon by your display.

“Man, how is it you can ruin a good time without saying a damn word?” Sam grumbles at him.

“It’s a gift,” Bucky responds dryly.

You put a hand on Sam’s arm, “Come on, we’ll finish our battle when the geriatric isn’t around.” Casting Bucky a sidelong glance you head inside and take your usual spot.

Hovering above the table is an image of a low non-nondescript building in an industrial area, a live feed from one of Tony’s stealth drones, schematics, and personnel info. On the table, are pastries. You grab a cronut and pass another down to Nat who sits to your right.

Tony sighs before beginning, that was never a particularly good sign. “So this place,” he makes the static image fill the viewing area, “came on our radar a couple of months ago. Natasha and Clint tried to do some recon but came up pretty cold.”

“Yeah,” Nat pipes up, “there’s obviously set personnel there, shipments coming in of what seem to be medical supplies, but other than that it seems pretty neutral.”

“Where is it?” Sam asks.

“Just outside of Chicago,” Steve replies. “Mainly an industrial region but there are suburbs not far away.” Suburbs meant civilians. Sam runs a hand over his face.

“Either of you, know anything about this one?” Tony points to you and Bucky. For a second you hold one another’s stare, a tingle inches up your spine.

“I don’t,” you answer tearing your eyes away. “The medical shipments could mean something but it could also just be a way station for them. They had plenty of those.”

“Are we sure it’s Hydra?” Bucky asks not directly answering Tony’s question.

“I’m assuming you don’t know anything about this one either, Manchurian Candidate?” Bucky nods.

“We’re sure,” Clint says. “We found reference to it in the Hydra files from S.H.I.E.L.D. but no information other than the location.” That was pretty standard.

You sigh, “Schematics?” There had been some kind of blueprint on the screen a minute ago.

Tony flicks his hand bringing it up, “Barely. I have the actual blueprint of the building but the draw on the power grid here implies there’s more than what we’re seeing.” He pushes the map to the side and brings up the live feed, “I’ve been scanning it for 24 hours to see if I can get a read but there’s something blocking it that I can’t get past.”

He moves his hands to bring everything up in equal measure for you all to study. Once Tony thinks enough time has passed he speaks, “So, what do we think? Go in with what we have or sit on it?” He’s asking the room but looking at Steve, the two of them being the unofficial leaders here.

“If we sit on it there is a chance people could get hurt and if we go in there’s the same chance. I don’t like going in practically blind but I don’t know that we can risk letting any Hydra base we find fester for long.” Steve says, nods of agreement from around the table from everyone but Bucky. “Maybe we take a small team, ground ops.” That meant you, him, Bucky, and Natasha. Great.  

“I’m ok with that, it’s too close to residences for my comfort,” Bruce says, relief visible. He would have gone if asked but he’s so happy to not have to.

“I’m happy to hang back for backup if needed,” Sam says. Steve nods.

“If you think that’s the best call. We will all be close by in case. Except for you Banner,” Tony gives him a reassuring nod.

“Let’s suit up then,” Steve says and with that, you all disperse.

[Bucky]

The jet lands a few miles away from the targeted location and you all load up into an armored van. In the close quarters, he swears he can smell your shampoo, something with vanilla. It makes him think of burying his face in your neck. Not the time, Buck. He thinks to himself.

Other than the exchange this morning he hadn’t seen you save for that glimpse in the gym. Neither of you had exchanged a word still and were actively avoiding the other. However, as Sam drives over a particularly rough patch of road, sending the four of you jostling a bit your eyes meet and he swears they sparkle just a touch in the near black of the van.

He doesn’t like this mission. Not one bit. Steve told him he was being paranoid. This would likely be like most of the others, a partially deserted base with a handful of people, easy enough to take out. Something ate at him though. He just wished he knew what it was or that he had a few days to work it out…

The van stops. If everything was going according to plan Sam was walking around to open the doors from inside a deserted warehouse a couple of blocks away. As they open Bucky braces himself, already prepared for things to go south. It’s just Sam though, exactly where they were supposed to be.

Steve senses his tension and gives his shoulder a squeeze.

“Come on Ms. Daisy, we don’t have all fuckin’ day,” Sam jabs. Bucky hops out, on alert and the three of you follow. Sam gets in the back where you all were, hitting a button that makes the cabin come to life with Stark tech. “I’ll be your eye in the sky. Go get ‘em.”

Outside the building, you all pause, waiting for the all clear from Sam, once given you stalk inside. It’s quiet, very quiet. A generic two-story industrial workspace opens before you, housing some kind of metalworking machinery, and offices toward the back.

Sam’s voice comes in quietly over the coms, “I’m not reading any life signs besides y’all in the building right now.” That wasn’t right because they knew five men had come in earlier and you hadn’t seen them leave.

You crouch down and lay your hands on the ground, light pulsing around your fingers. Nodding you say, “There’s something under us. I can feel the heat.”

“Think you can blow the power?” Steve asks you.

“Not without blowing the whole block out,” you respond.

Bucky can’t shut up, “That’s a bad call.” He gives Steve a steady stare. “It’ll immediately alert them of our presence.”

“Got a better plan?” Steve asks.

“Yeah, we leave.”

“No dice,” Nat says as she whips out a gun and shoots two guards heading down the stairs by the offices. Shit.

“Blow it,” Steve says looking at you. Bucky shakes his head but you ignore him. Laying your hands on the ground they start to glow, pulling in kinetic energy before you send a low pulse that blasts every electrical circuit in range.

A siren can be heard from underground, “What the hell did I say?” Bucky growls running and taking out the few others coming down.

Steve barrels ahead toward the offices, you hot on his heels, no doubt assuming an access point is somewhere back there. A minute later him and Natasha catch up to you. Things are quiet again, save for the low wail of the siren.

Natasha ducks into an office, “Here,” she hisses. As she hits a button the desk moves to reveal stair access. This had to be an old facility, Bucky hadn’t seen something so rudimentary in decades.

Slowly you all descend. Steve at the front, shield up. Bucky right behind him, as always. Then Nat and you bringing up the rear. At the bottom of the stairs, there’s no one, no rushing guards or panicked drones. Just a long hallway extending to the left and right flooded with red light and that maddening sound. As if to say told you so Steve glances back at Bucky a small smile on his lips.

As soon as four agents come barreling toward them Bucky makes a mental note to slap Steve upside the head, with his left hand, the next time the opportunity presents itself.

[Reader]

When you see the agents shooting down the hallway you groan internally. Something told you this was going to be a shit show and these guys were just the opening act.

“Get down!” you say loud enough for your team to hear and shoot a concentrated bar of energy toward the assailants. It was… gruesome. You were used to it. But hopefully, the sight of their comrades mangled smoking bodies would deter anyone from coming from that direction.

“Split,” Steve orders. Automatically you and Natasha head the direction of the agents you took out, effortlessly avoiding the gore.

There’s a lot of electricity being used here. What you had knocked out was only a fraction. You can feel the whirring of maybe a hundred or more heavy duty generators under the building, and it’s hot, oven hot. This is great for you because it gives you plenty of ammo, knowing this she lets you take the lead.

The slightest sound of footsteps greet your ears and a small grunt comes from Nat. You spin on your heels. There’s a woman with her arms around Natasha’s neck. She’s… muzzled. Shit. An asset, not an agent. Nat and you have a system though. Spinning around, acting as though she’s trying to free herself she puts the asset in your line. Laying your hand on her head you put her down, quickly, painlessly.

When she falls Natasha notices the muzzle. Her eyes find yours, the silent, You good, passing between you. You nod and keep going. Hoping this was a one-off.

Silence, still, save for the siren. The presence of the generators is bothering you. Everything is lit by that red emergency light. But those things were running something.

The floor plan seems to be a loop because you hear the boys scuffling just to your right as the hallway opens to a large open space. Papers are scattered, drawers tumped over, desks on their side people left here fast.

“Sam,” you ask into the com. Nothing but static. Fuck. There was definitely something here blocking the signal.

Steve and Bucky round the corner. Immediately you seek out Bucky’s eyes but you don’t have to see them to get the answer to your question. In his left hand is a muzzle, blood dripping from it to the floor.

Goddamnit. These were the worst kind of fights, taking out your own. And there was never any way to tell without prior intel who was a Hydra devotee and who had been taken against their will. The only reason Steve pulled you instead of killing you was the intel they had on you from Bucky and a bit from the Hydra files to corroborate. 

You swallow the bile in your throat, fighting the phantom feeling on the muzzle over your face, and keep going. Focus on the mission. Clear the facility. That was your job.

“I don’t think there’s anyone left,” Natasha says behind you. Desperately you want her to be right but you know she’s not. Those generators.

“Let’s be sure,” Steve says slowly stalking forward as Bucky tosses the muzzle to the ground. When your eyes meet he doesn’t really see you. That’s fine.

There’s a glass partition after the empty open office space. Doors leading further underground. Power licks up your arms, hot and throbbing. This is where the generators are pumping uninterrupted electricity you realize as you enter what appears to be a medical site. A memory tickles the back of your brain.

Bucky and Steve are at the front, methodically swiveling into each small room, opening each curtain, you and Natasha poised to take out anything or anyone that may emerge. Another open space is ahead. Your mouth goes dry. You hiss in a sound and something like a whining growl comes from Bucky.  

A chair.

Every muscle in your body tenses. A hot burning throb lashes up your spine. You can see the plates in Bucky’s arm shift up and down again and again in response to the panic.

This was an Asset Facility. This was a place where they tore people apart and stitched them back together in Hydra’s image. It was in places like this you and Bucky had been made or rather... unmade… You just didn’t think there were any in the states… Stupid assumption. So far, though, all the team had found were R&D facilities, way stations, and holding sites. Not hell mouths like this.

Steve approaches the chair, he knows what it is even if he hadn’t seen one in person. “Don’t,” Bucky grinds out. You’re thankful for it. Seeing someone approach it fills you with a dread you can’t name. Steve looks back at his best friend and you can see the horror, anger, and worry blend on his face.

The sound of a large metal lock echoes over the now distant wail of the siren. Everyone is frozen for a second… And that second is everything.

A strangely familiar bolt of heat shoots your direction. It’s not accurate buzzing and pulsing random bits of energy rather than a knife blade like yours. Bucky pulls Steve down and you grab Natasha. It slams into the steel wall behind you and a groaning sound resonates.

Looking up you see someone, head shorn, muzzled but in a hospital gown. They’re bone thin, dirty, head twitching, chair marks fresh on their face. All across their body are white tendrils of light glowing. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

You can’t think, can’t move, can only see this person and know they feel like they’re inside of a lightning storm, you know they feel like their atoms are being torn apart bit by bit and they can’t stop it or contain it. They can’t even scream out in pain for fucks sake.

Natasha takes a shot but the asset dodges. You come back to yourself then and hurl Nat away as you catch a ball of energy thrown at her. It throbs then snakes its way into your body, burning, through you as you absorb it. 

You scream in pain but raise to your feet. Steve attempts to throw his shield at them and instead takes a messy lash of hot energy across the chest. This asset is fast, even if their release is crude.

“Steve!” Bucky bellows and catches him. You look back to the asset keeping their distance and see them pulse bright and hot all over. Fuck. Bucky sees it too and literally throws Steve at you while rushing for the shield.

You catch him, he’s conscious, though he’s going to be feeling this for at least a week. “Get them the fuck out of here, Y/N!” Roaring Bucky charges the asset and you realize he is just trying to hold them off, give you all enough time before they blow. Shit.

“No!” Steve yells as you drag him along. You do as Bucky says and get them to the entrance of the med ward when you hear a loud crackle. Bucky roars. Steve looks at you, not Captain America at this moment but a scared kid horrified he’s going to lose the only family he has left.

“Take him,” you say. Natasha nods holding Steve’s arm over her shoulder. “Do not stop. Get to the van. Get as far away as you can. Don’t wait for us. Go!” You spin on your heels and bolt back the way you came.

They’re too close to one another for you to take a shot. The asset is on Bucky, an inhuman noise coming from behind the muzzle. God, this was you at some point. Some wraith with only one goal in mind. Kill the target.

You let loose a blast of energy next to them and the asset’s focus shoots to you. Now that you’re a little closer you can see them more clearly, a woman, her skin bubbling and burned, body unable to contain this force that lived within you both.

Bucky moves under her and her focus shoots back to the easier of the two targets present. Another sound comes from her and he throws her back, using the shield for leverage. She slams against the wall. Bucky looks at you, his expression murderous.

There isn’t any time to waste. You see the pulse of light before he does. In an instant you’re in front of him, catching more of that undisciplined energy. It sears its way into you as you try to wrangle it but you hold in your scream, not wanting Steve or Nat to somehow hear and come back.

She’s suffering, this woman before you. A part of you wishes you could save her, help her, but you know the only way to ease her pain is release. With that thought, you direct her own energy back at her blasting a neat five-inch hole straight through her heart. The energy in her body pulses but dissipates as she collapses to the ground eyes seeing nothing, body feeling no more pain. Something in you goes dark when she does.

You know Bucky is ok enough to not need immediate attention if any, so you run the direction the asset came needing to know that there wasn’t another. He calls your name but you ignore him. No one was going to suffer like that anymore on your watch. There are only two cells, sensibly most Asset Facilities only worked on one or two projects at a time.

One cell is open, clearly, the one the woman had come from. The other is locked but you fry the old lock and pry it open. The sight inside is gruesome, a body, charred beyond recognition. They had burned out in here alone. You slam the door shut and stride back the way you came.

He’s kneeling over the woman, taking her muzzle off. Slowly, almost delicately he closes her eyes.

“We’re clear,” you bark and keep heading out. You pause, turn, and send a burning bolt of power, hot enough to melt some of the metal and render it useless straight to the chair.

“What the fuck!” He was far enough from it to not be hurt, not far enough to not be startled. You say nothing.

As soon as you emerge in the above ground space you hear the com signal open. “We’re clear,” you say again.

“Thank god,” Tony’s voice responds. They’ve pulled up outside the building. Exactly what you told them not to do. You burn a bit with annoyance.

As you exit Bucky spins you around. “What the fuck did I say?!” He’s in your face screaming, feeling so much more emotion than you right now you almost envy him. “I said get them out,” he gestures to Steve and Natasha.

“We’re out Bucky don’t-“

“I wasn’t talking to you Rodgers,” Bucky’s tone is icy as he cuts him off.

Rather than respond you let the heat build up under his hands. Hotter and hotter until he hisses pulling the flesh one away, the metal staying put for a moment until it’s glowing red. No one moves and he finally let's go.

You grab him by the neck, spinning him a bit and forcing him down on the ground, straddling him the way she had. It takes an instant. There’s the rustle of bodies around you but you hold up your left arm, lashing tendrils of light curl around it in warning.

“Next time,” you hiss your breath making clouds in the cooling air around you, “I’ll just fucking let you die.” You release him.

When you stand everyone is staring at you. Unsure, afraid. Good. He was right. They needed to remember what kind of monsters were among them.

[iamanartichoke]

I don’t know if ur still taking prompts but I saw this prompt once that was like “ur ship is in a situation where one kisses the other & the other is just shocked bc it’s not the situation that would happen in & they don’t expect it from them” like using it as a distraction or something?? Okay honestly it didn’t say that it explained it much better but if u .. kind of understand .. can u do it with valki? Or something similar

So this prompt inspired some Loki and Thor feels, which came out, in order to let Valkyrie pick up the pieces (kind of) so … I hope it’s in line with what you had in mind! Also, this is not particularly flattering to Thor, so I apologize, but I still love him, truly. Some of my prompts have been set in the Sanctuary ‘verse, but this is very much not, just as a disclaimer. Anyway, I hope you like it and thank you for the prompt and your patience! 

Word Count: 2126 

Loki’s biggest mistake, he would reflect later, was believing that Thor was at all capable of treating Loki as an equal.

It should not have been a surprise. Even after Loki had fallen, Thor had not seemed to understand - had not seemed to care - what drove Loki’s actions. Thor, who called Loki’s grievances imagined slights, who turned to throw blame at Loki’s feet quick as lightning when things went wrong, who had not hesitated to leave Loki writhing in immobilized pain on Sakaar.

You’ll always be the God of Mischief, Thor had said. Loki heard the truth behind the words - you’ll always be lesser, Thor might as well have said. You’ll always be a weaselly trickster up to no good. Returning to Asgard with the ship to save them all meant nothing, in the end. Loki thought he could die trying to prove himself to Thor, and Thor would only look at his corpse and scoff that his death could have been more glorious, had be bothered to try harder.

Three days after they’d set course for Earth, Thor gathered his tiny council - Heimdall, the Valkyrie, Banner, Korg, and Loki - to discuss preparations and logistics for their journey. While Loki appreciated that Thor included him on the council, he could not help but bring up the fact that Earth might not be the best destination for the Asgardian refugees.

“Surely we might be better received on Vanaheim, perhaps,” he suggested, “or Alfheim. Somewhere we’ve already got an alliance.”

“Earth has an alliance with Asgard,” Thor countered, “and it is where we have friends. It’s like a second home to me.”

“To you, yes,” Loki said, “but not to the rest of your people. Earth is a chaotic world, brother. Its governments are often in opposition to one another. Wars between the humans are on-going and violent. They are fickle creatures.”

“You think too little of them,” Thor said, clasping his fingers together. The others had grown quiet, watching Thor and Loki volley back and forth like it was a sporting match. Out of the corner of his eye, Loki noticed the Valkyrie bring a flask to her lips. “I have lived among them, brother; I know how they operate.”

“You know how your Avengers operate,” Loki refuted, keeping his voice even, though irritation was beginning to prick at his nerves. “Not humans.”

Thor tilted his head slightly, and the corners of his lips tilted in what Loki was beginning to recognize as Thor’s new smile. It was not borne of amusement or good-nature; it didn’t reach his eyes. (Eye, rather.) It was a smile that revealed an impatience Loki had never realized Thor possessed; it was a smile that said Thor believed he was right and that to try to convince him otherwise was to waste his time.

With a pang, Loki realized that it reminded him of the way Thor’s arrogance had taken hold before his first coronation.

“Do you mean to say that the Avengers are not humans?” Thor asked, with a lifted brow.

“I mean to say that they are not representative of Midgard as a whole,” Loki returned evenly. “Have you even considered the humans’ innate hostility toward a superior race? How much trouble it can cause?”

“You still think us above them.” Thor’s voice was flat.

“Of course I do,” Loki snapped. “We are above them. That is simple fact.”

“What’s simple fact,” Thor replied, his remaining eye darkening, “is that you are willing to put  the remainder of Asgard in peril so that you can hide from the consequences of your crimes on Midgard. Don’t pretend that’s not what this is.”

Loki blinked. The words were cruel, even for this new Thor, and Loki’s guard was lowered enough that they hit him like a sucker punch to the gut. “Is that truly what you think?”

“I think that you always act in your own best interests, Loki,” Thor replied, “everyone else be damned.”

Loki’s anger sprung up so violently that it was a visceral shock to his system. He felt heat rush to his cheeks as he glanced around the table. Everyone was making great pains to avoid his gaze. When Loki looked back at Thor, he saw something that might have resembled regret, as if Thor realized he’d gone too far, but he did not take back the words.

“Clearly,” Loki said tightly, as rage began to build up beneath the surface, pulsing in his veins, “my opinions are not welcome here, so I shall take my leave.”

“Loki -” Thor began, but Loki was already pushing away from the table.

“Do as you wish, your Majesty,” Loki said. He spun on his heel, fists clenching at his sides. His anger radiated palpably off of his skin and several of the electric lights in the room burst and shattered as he passed. He paid them no mind. He just kept moving like a walking statue - eyes straight ahead, shoulders rigid, features frozen into a mask of impassivity. Anyone who looked at him, however, would have seen the dangerous darkening of his green eyes and been wise to stay away.

Loki didn’t know where he was going. He just knew he had to put as much distance between himself and Thor as possible. He thought of going to his quarters, but he did not wish to be cooped up in the tiny, empty space. He thought about going to the Commodore and simply taking it, Thor and the rest of Asgard be damned. He’d fly far away from this wretched ship, seek out Xandar or someplace similar, where all he’d need was his wits and a bit of gold to start anew.

In the end, he went to the observatory deck, where just a few days ago Thor had been crowned king and Loki had felt balanced and centered, for the first time in years. They’d all been riding the high of a battle hard won, he supposed, and the reality of Asgard’s destruction had not truly set in. What a fool Loki was, to believe anything had truly changed.

He stood at the window for a long time, long enough for his anger to simmer and cool, receding back under the surface. He wished that he could lose himself out among the stars - that he could simply be swallowed up by the glittering darkness and disappear into the void. It was such a tempting thought, until one remembered what terrors lurked in the folds and shadows of the void, unseen. Loki shuddered.

Soon, he heard footsteps approaching. He listened to the shuffle of the person’s walk, light and a bit uneven, before he determined it was the Valkyrie. “Are you lost?” he asked, without turning around.

“No.” The Valkyrie continued her approach until she was standing beside him. She folded her arms across her chest and gazed out the window, not looking back when Loki glanced at her. “Just seemed like a nice view.”

“View’s the same at any window,” Loki told her, clasping his hands behind his back. “I’m not sure why you chose this one.”

“Perhaps I wanted the company at this particular window,” the Valkyrie replied, lifting her shoulders. “Do you mind?”

“Yes,” Loki said honestly. “I do mind. I’d rather be alone.”

“Hmm.” Valkyrie did look at him then, something measuring in her gaze. “I think you’re right, you know.”

“About being alone?”

“No. About Earth.” Valkyrie reached into her pocket for her flask and offered it to him. Loki accepted it and brought it to his lips. He took a long swallow, his eyes never leaving her face.

“You could have said so,” he replied when he lowered the flask, handing it back to her. “In the meeting.”

“I could have,” she agreed, “but I don’t think it would have done much good. You and Thor are both so stubborn - when you get going, there’s nothing anyone can say.”

Loki scoffed and looked back out the window. They were allies in battle, perhaps, but being in their presence for a few days did not mean she knew either Loki or Thor. Not truly, not enough. Behind his back, he pressed his thumbnail into his palm, relishing the sting. “You must know,” he said, “that Thor is always right. Even more so now that he is king.”

Valkyrie said nothing. Not that Loki expected her to. He sighed, unclasping his hands so that he could examine his fingers. “Thor’s changed,” he went on, more quietly. “He’s always been arrogant, but I thought he’d outgrown it. Circumstances necessitated he outgrow it. Now … now he seems to be regressing into the hothead he’d always proven to be in our youth.”

“Maybe not,” Valkyrie countered. She tipped her head back, downing the rest of her flask. “He’ll seek you out,” she added, tucking the flask back into whatever pocket it came from. “After you stormed out, he was regretful. Said he didn’t mean to upset you and he’d grown too defensive. It’s just a quarrel, Loki. All siblings have them.” Valkyrie smiled a little. “You’ll kiss and make up, sooner or later. Thor does value you, even if you can’t see it.”

Loki felt a lurch in his chest. “Why do you care?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows at her. “I don’t even know you. Nor do you know me.”

“Call it turning over a new leaf,” she replied dryly.

They were quiet for a few moments, and then, as if on cue, Loki heard Thor’s heavy footsteps drawing near. He closed his eyes, wanting to neither argue with Thor nor work it out. Not yet. Either option seemed exhausting.

Perhaps, Valkyrie could tell. “You wanna talk to him?” she asked in a low voice, leaning in.

“Not really.”

“Loki!” called Thor, and Loki started to turn, but then the next thing he was aware of was Valkyrie’s lips against his.

He let out a sound that might have been a yelp, had she not swallowed it down. Her fingers went to his hair, gripping the strands and, even though everything rational in him screamed at him to pull away, Loki felt himself respond. She pressed against his lips, seeking entry; he granted it and her mouth felt molten against his tongue. Loki felt dizzy and somewhat faint, his heart thudding in his ears.

“Wow, um, okay,” Thor said, sounding very far away, and only then did Valkyrie pull back. For a long moment, she and Loki stared at one another. Loki noticed her cheeks were flushed and her eyes seemed much brighter than they had a moment ago.

Then Valkyrie turned her head enough to look at Thor, without letting go of Loki. “If you don’t mind, your Majesty,” she said, cocking an eyebrow, “we were hoping for some privacy.”

“Oh, um, right.” Thor looked nothing short of bewildered as he looked from Loki to Valkyrie and back again. “Loki, I just thought we could talk, but - uh, I guess … I mean, I can find you later. If you want.”

Loki managed to nod.

“Right. Okay.” Thor took a couple of backward steps and then shook his head. “I’ll just … see you two later, then,” he added, and then all Loki was aware of was the quickening of his steps as he all but fled the deck. When he was gone, Valkyrie finally let go and stepped back.

“What in the Norns was that?” Loki finally asked, backing up as if he expected her to fling herself at him again.

“Distraction,” Valkyrie said simply, and then laughed. “My God, you should have seen your face. It was hilarious.”

Loki was still having trouble finding his words. He could not remember the last time he’d been kissed. It had not been a priority in a very long time. “Distraction?”

“Yeah. Not only did I put off your inevitable talk with Thor,” she said, “but now, you’ll have something to talk about besides how much you two hate each other. Or love each other. Whichever.”

“I hope you’re not expecting me to thank you.” Loki’s tone was laced with a dryness that he did not quite feel. His heart was still beating too quickly for his liking.

“You kissed me back,” Valkyrie said with a shrug. “That’s thanks enough, if you ask me.”

“I -”

Valkyrie grinned and tossed her ponytail. “You’re welcome,” she said, and then she was sauntering off before Loki could respond. He watched her go, suddenly aware of her in a way he had not been before. He watched the swing of her ponytail, the shift of her walk, and then he brought his fingers lightly to his lips, and he smiled.

[spider-man-stan]

Stuck between a sky scraper and a hard place.

not something that was requested, just an idea that i really liked and have been meaning to write for the longest time and has nothing to do with the fact that i’m having a shit night and really need some positivity right now. if you like it, reblog and maybe leave a nice tag or two bc i won’t bother writing a second part if no one like the first one lmao. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

“Pete, how’re we looking on civilian evac?” Tony asked as he blasted another goop monster into a lifeless puddle. As much as Tony wanted to be funding the future, he had decided about thirty seven minutes ago that he really needed some kind of screening on what highly impressionable young adults he was just handing heaps and heaps of money to.

Because while he totally had the money to just dump millions onto one university to the next, giving the next generation of geniuses the tools they needed to fund their new, initiative, “out of the box” projects that would otherwise never get funded, he was now realizing that not everyone’s “out of the box” ideas should be funded.

Like, as a totally random example, some guy who idolized slash hated Bruce Banner slash the Hulk and attempted to create a “new race” of Hulks that would enslave humanity. Or at least that’s how this nutcase put it in his five minute monologue. Like c’mon, Tony was dramatic, but even he knew how to keep his battle monologues under two minutes max. This guy was just over the fucking top.

Jesus Christ, it’s like the universe can never give Tony Stark a break, in any aspect of his life, ever.

“Good! I think we’ve almost got everyone out of the way!” Peter yelled back over the coms. Tony had given the kid evacuation duty with Cap, while Nat and Clint protected Bruce as he worked on the solution to their problem, and Tony had the pleasure of blasting all the not so tiny green fuckers to bits with Rhodey and Sam. They had a pretty good system going on, Tony was proud to admit.

The one good thing about this guy being obsessed with Bruce was that he had “borrowed” from a lot of his original work, so it was easy for Bruce to find a way to disable all these monsters. They were going to draw them all into one city block and, after Bruce finished making some adjustments to one of the units that kept creating them, using a very specific frequency of Gamma rays, wipe ‘em all out at once.

Tony had done the math in his head, and he concluded that it was gonna be fucking awesome.

“Tony!” Bruce’s voice caught Tony’s attention over the coms. “I’ve got everything ready on this end, are we ready to end this?” He asked.

“Hold up, how much property damage are we gonna have on our hands when this is all said and done?” Rhodey asked. “I’ve got Damage Control breathing down my neck for an estimate.” Though no one could see it, Tony rolled his eyes. They really couldn’t wait until the city wasn’t in danger anymore?

“This entire block at least, maybe a bit further down,” Bruce called back. “That’s about as good of an estimate as they’re gonna get from us right now.”

“Can we stop the chit chat and get to finishing this already?” Sam called out, clearly annoyed as one of the larger monsters pinned him against an apartment complex. Rhodey managed to blast the thing into a puff of green smoke and goop, earning a sighed “Gross,” from the other man, the structural integrity of the building taking the fault for the shock wave.

“Yeah, I left ice cream in my car for this!” Clint added.

“As long as I get the okay from Cap and Spider-Man, I’m ready to blow this popsicle stand!” Bruce yelled out, and it took everything inside of Tony not to fly over to Banner and slap him. And he calls Tony a dad, come on!

“Please, for the love of God don’t ever say that again, or I will vomit.” Tony warned, making fake gagging noises as the rest of his teammates groaned along with him. “And trust me, cleaning puke out of one of these suits is not easy.”

“Fellas, you can fool around all you want after we save the city.” Natasha interrupted sternly. “Spider-Man, Captain, we good to go?”

“We’ve done our part, Natasha,” Steve declared. “Let’s finish these green bastards.” At any other time Tony would’ve shot a gasp and a sarcastic “Language!” towards Cap, but something wasn’t right.

“Cap, is Peter with you? Pete, do you copy?” Tony asked. Peter was never one to go silent over the coms, if anything he would talk over them too much.

“He ran off somewhere, he’s not with you?” Cap questioned back, his voice sounding fuzzy and out of focus in his ear. Tony felt panic rise in his chest.

“Alright guys, I’m firing this thing up, everybody stand clear!” Bruce called out, the power of whatever device Bruce had whipped up interfering with their communication lines.

“Peter?” Tony called again. “Bruce, wait we can’t find Peter!” Tony called, but it was too late. Bruce hadn’t heard him and the machine had already warmed up. Tony watched in horror from high over the city block as a glowing green light emerged from the center of the street, Nat driving Bruce and Clint to safety above the device on a hoverbike.

Tony’s heart stopped when his com buzzed to life one final time before the blast wave rippled through the city.

“I repeat, I have a little girl in a collapsing building, do not start that thing up! Does anyone copy? Hello?!”

But by then it was too late.

Tony had to close his eyes, the blast was so powerful and bright, knocking him off his balance momentarily. A pulse was sent through the air, and by the time the light had disappeared the area below him was filling with smoke from the surrounding structures beginning to collapse. Without hesitation, Tony started rocketing down into the destruction, the once familiar city block now resembling a dystopian YA novel setting. Tony flew around, taking a frantic minute to try and regain his barings.

“Friday? Friday, get me heat signatures, now!” Tony yelled when he found his voice again, knowing until the smoke cleared his eyes would be useless. “Peter?!”

“Two heat signatures in this building to your left, boss.” Friday replied, the AI sounding nervous. Tony turned, a shiver shooting through his body when his eyes met the giant pile of destruction. He raced towards it without so much as a second thought, all but crashing into the rubble, anxiety coursing through his veins.

“Peter, do you copy?” Tony asked sternly and slowly, making his voice as clear as he could manage.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter’s voice came through the line fuzzy, but it was his voice nonetheless. He heard Peter coughing in his ear as the smoke and dust surrounding Tony began to clear.

“Pete! Pete, Peter, are you hurt?” Tony asked. “Friday, can you get me his vitals?”

“Mr. Stark, I’m fine, but I’m not alone.” Peter explained.

“Is that Iron Man?” The voice of a starstruck young girl rang through Tony’s ears. Tony’s heart clenched. He couldn’t freak out now, not with two kids in danger.

“This is Iron Man,” Tony confirmed in as calm a voice as he could manage. “Who’s this?”

“This is Sara, Spider-Man gave me his mask to wear!” The little girl announced excitedly.

“She needs the oxygen,” Peter explained. “Karen scanned our pocket, we’re sealed in airtight.” Peter paused to cough, weaker than before. “I hope you’re working on a way to get us out of here, Karen says we’ve only got about eight minutes of oxygen in here.” He paused for just a second too long. “Correction; I’ve only got eight minutes of oxygen in here.”

“Can you send me the scan?” Tony asked. Five seconds later a scan was popping up in the corner of his eye, and he stood stunned for a moment as the reality of the situation sank in.

The length of the pocket of rubble Peter and this little girl were in left very little space to be desired. Peter was on his side, his arm protectively around the little girl, holding one of her small hands, one leg bent as if he had hunched himself around her as protection, but the other.. “Peter when were you going to tell me your leg is being crushed under a building?” Tony was restraining from yelling and swearing as best he could. He heard Peter chuckle weakly

“Surprise.” His voice was already growing weak. Tony turned away from the building to see the rest of the team approaching him. Rhodey was the first to speak.

“Damage Control is gonna be here in twenty minutes.” He offered. “That’s as fast as they can get here.” Tony immediately flew up into the air, the sound of Peter coughing weakly in his ear burning in his chest.

“Well you tell them twenty minutes is gonna be too late, we need them here now!” Tony yelled as he started blasting at the building with his repulsors. He looked down at the rest of his teammates. “Don’t just stand there we need to get these kids out!”

“Mr. Stark, the suit has enough oxygen for two hours, that’s your time frame.” Peter explained. “Sara is gonna be safe here until then.” Tony only added more power to his blasting.

“Yeah and what about you, Peter? Leaving you down there isn’t an option, kid.” Tony stated firmly.

“Mr. Stark, spiders can survive days without oxygen I’m sure I’ll-” Peter started to explain before Tony cut him off.

“Yeah and you’re not a spider, are you? No, you’re still a human, and humans need oxygen! We’re not discussing this. We’re getting both of you out of there in time.” Tony moved closer to the building when he noticed how little his repulsors were doing to destroy the rubble. “C’mon Friday,” Tony whispered to himself, frustrated. “I need more juice.”

“Boss, there’s not enough power left in the suit do any real damage, there’s just too much here.” Friday said. Tony felt his stomach drop, swearing despite knowing a little kid was listening to him.

“Can we try digging them out?” Tony asked as Friday scanned the building.

“We can try, but they were on the third floor when the building collapsed, they’ve got about 100 feet of rubble on top of and surrounding them, boss.” Tony started running calculations in his head as Friday kept talking. “We won’t be able to reach them in the remaining six minutes fifty seconds.” Tony knew the math, but he wasn’t accepting that as an answer. Man, where was Thor when you needed him? The fucking wizard even, or a-

“We may not be able to, but I know someone who might..” Tony muttered to himself in realization. He flew back down to the ground, finding Bruce among the debris on the street with Clint and Natasha. “Banner, if we’re gonna get to Peter in time we could really use a Hulk.” Banner nodded. “Clint, take Nat and Sam and see if you can clear the roads enough for damage control to get to us. I’ll stay here with Rhodey and Cap.” Everyone nodded in agreement to the plan and set off to work.

“And here I was thinking Bruce was gonna save the day for once.” Bruce chuckled before he transformed into the Hulk. Tony managed to get his attention before he went bezerk.

“Hulk, this is a rescue mission, okay? Spider-Man is trapped under that building with a little girl.” Tony began to lay out the situation. “We need your muscle, but you have to be careful not to trap them under there, you got that?” Hulk nodded down at Tony.

“Hulk won’t hurt little spider or little girl.” He replied, almost solemnly. Tony nodded back as the Hulk lept into action, helping Cap and Rhodey remove wreckage in an attempt to get to Peter and Sara. Tony was right behind him. They all threw themselves into trying to dig Peter and the little girl out of the wrecked apartment, and after a minute of or two of silence on the other end of the coms, Tony spoke up.

“Spider-Man? How’re we holding up, kid?” Tony asked, his voice unsure and strained.

“Spider-Man said he’s sleepy.” Sara replied, causing everyone to pause and pass around a worried look before throwing themselves into working harder.

“Sara, is Spider-Man still awake?” Steve asked, grunting as he yanked at the pile in front of him.

“Just tryin’ to conserve... oxygen.” Peter mumbled, his breathing already becoming shallow. Tony bit his lip. This wasn’t good.

“The pocket you two are in, how structurally sound is it?” Rhodey asked.

“It’s uh…” Peter took a long pause to try and catch his breath, which did nothing to calm Tony in the slightest. “We’re under a.. Jus’ a big slab of concrete… Tilted.. Karen doesn’t think it’ll… It’ll fall in on us…”  Peter coughed weakly again.

“His air’s filling up with CO2 fast, boss.” Friday informed Tony, quietly. ”He doesn’t have a lot of time.” Tony swore under his breath, quiet enough that no one heard him.

“Sara? Can I ask you something?” Tony asked as he and Steve removed a support beam from the rubble in front of them.

“Hi Iron Man!” The little girl replied, and Tony’s heart began to hurt. He knew Peter was keeping her calm under there, and he was so damn proud.

“I need you to keep an eye on Spider-Man for me, okay? If he falls asleep, if he starts changing colours, if he sprouts some new spider legs, I want you to let me know right away, okay?” The question was a serious one, but was trying his best to keep the little girl calm. He heard her giggle in affirmation.

“I promise!”

Tony heard faint sirens getting louder, he was so focused on trying to clear a way to rescue Peter and the girl, he hadn’t noticed Nat, Clint and Sam rushing over to them, damage control close behind. He breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Spidey, you still with us? Damage control is here, you still breathing?” Tony ask urgently as Steve greeted damage control with their current situation.

“Air’s… Air’s gettin’ thin, Tony…” Peter gasped, and Tony knew he was in trouble when Peter didn’t refer to him as ‘Mr. Stark’. Poor kid probably didn’t have enough air to, nor did he sound at all uncomfortable using his mentor’s first name. Also not a good sign.

“It’s okay, Pete, we’ll get you out soon..” Tony said, backing away from what was left of the building and worriedly looking at how little progress the four of them had made. “Friday, how much oxygen does he have left?” Tony asked, not ready for the answer to his question. He kept backing away, trying to distance himself from the answer.

“About a minute and thirty seconds, if my data from Karen is correct.” Friday replied, her tone somber. She said the one thing Tony wasn’t yet ready to admit. “They aren’t going to reach him in time, boss.” Tony looked over the collapsed apartment building, damage control already pulling the rubble apart with their big machines, tools that were much more well equipped to deal with this kind of thing than his suit was. Tony did his best to choke back a sob.

“Pete? Pete, Damage control is working on getting you two out of there as we speak, okay? You’ve just gotta hang on.” Peter let out a tired chuckle.

“We..” He sassed, a grin prominent in his voice. The sob Tony was holding back escaped him as a half laugh. Peter coughed quietly. “Jus’ make sure… Sara…. ‘s out..” Peter coughed weakly again, and at this point coughing was a reassuring noise.

“We will, kid. Sara’s gonna be safe, don’t worry.” Tony reassured, knowing the little girl could hear him. “Both of you are gonna get out safe, we just need you to hang on a little bit longer, kid, please.” His voice was unsteady, afraid he wasn’t telling the truth.

“No.. no one else g-uh-ot… Huhh, hurt, ‘ight?” Peter asked desperately between wheezing gasps, pain evident in his voice for the first time. “We.. we got ev’yone.. Ngh… Out?” The fact that Peter was even asking that question right now made Tony want to scream.

Instead he just tried his best to pretend he couldn’t hear the sound of Peter’s airways seizing up.

“No one else got hurt.” Tony reaffirmed, his head rolling, not sure whether to nod or shake his head. “You and Cap did a great job. You did us all proud, Spider-Man.” Tony heard Peter chuckle, trying to hide a moan of discomfort.

“..I...I’love you... T-uh..Tony…” Tony could hear Peter’s breathless voice straining, trying to make his words clear, his statement sounding more like a question. More like a cry for help.

Tony was about to lose it.

“Tell me that when you’re out here breathing fresh air, kid.” Tony responded, absentmindedly wrapping his arms around himself. “Kid?”

“.. Spider-Man went to sleep.” Sara informed Tony. “And his hand is getting cold.”

“Is he holding your hand?” Tony asked, tears now pricking his eyes but somehow restabilizing his voice for the young girl’s sake.

“He’s always been holding my hand.” Sara replied, a smile evident in her voice. Tony smiled too, wide, feeling the tears slide down his cheeks.

“You... I.. I want you to keep holding his hand, okay? In case he wakes up, so he knows you’re still safe with him, alright?” Tony requested. “And you’ll let me know if anything else changes, won’t you?”

“Of course Iron Man!” The little girl giggled. “I promised! And you’re not supposed to break promises!” Tony shook his head.

“No, you’re not. You’re a very smart little girl, Sara.” Sara giggled out a thank you. Tony wasn’t sure how he was still talking, his body must’ve gone on autopilot. For the sake of the girl. “We’ll have you and Spider-Man out of there really soon, okay? You just keep holding his hand.”

It ended up taking around twenty minutes to find them.

After Peter had gone silent, Tony had pretty much checked out from the rescue mission mentally, his body simply doing whatever it was told to do to help. Steve and Natasha took over talking with Sara. Which at first was odd to everyone. Tony is usually very good at keeping people calm in these types of situations, kids especially, but in those moments he just couldn’t seem to find that in him.

But this time things were completely different. Because this time he was sure that he’d just lost his own fucking kid, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

Sara’s only update on Peter had been that he was starting to turn blue in his sleep. Natasha was quick to make a reference to Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and asked Sara to keep an eye out if Spider-Man started to inflate like a big blueberry.

Each breath Tony took felt like betrayal.

When they were finally found, it felt like everything started moving in slow motion. Paramedics rushed up past him onto the mountain of rubble, carrying their bags and their stretchers, ready to help.

They pulled Sara up first.

Tony got his first glimpse of how Peter had saved her life. His Spider-Man mask was over her head, long auburn hair and a tube leading into Peter’s suit peeking out underneath it. Tony’s mind was suddenly back in his lab with Peter, remembering Peter had made the suggestion to make the oxygen tube to the headpiece adjustable in the first place. Such a small detail at the time, now had saved a little girl’s life.

Upon one of the paramedics removing the mask, the face of a bright green eyed girl was visible. Her hair was messy from wearing the mask, her pale face, red chubby cheeks and nose covered in freckles. She was reaching down to the pit she had just been pulled out of, worry present in her body language and written on her face. Tony wanted to move, wanted to go and help, but he felt completely frozen in place. He wanted to ask Friday if there was some kind of electrical issue with the suit, but his mouth wouldn’t work, either.

It took them eight minutes more to get Peter out.

Because his leg was trapped under more rubble, everyone had to get clear of the structure and the machines had to be brought back in so they could free him. Once they had gotten his leg free, three paramedics jumped down into the hole to get him out.

At this point the little girl was long gone in an ambulance to the local hospital, but Tony hadn’t noticed. His vision was hyper focused on the three heads bobbing up and down, shouting commands and stats at each other Tony wasn’t present enough to try and understand.

“Tony?” It was Bruce that finally tethered Tony back to his body. Hulk was gone, for how long Tony couldn’t know. Long enough for Bruce to redress and recompose himself. He felt Bruce tap lightly on his chest plate, and Tony’s suit was opening up before Tony realized he had opened it. If it wasn’t for Bruce standing right next to him, he would’ve fallen flat on his face. He leaned into his friend, draping one arm around his neck in some sort of desperate hug as he kept reminding himself to breathe.

“He’s.. What’s his… Is he..?” Tony tried to speak, tried to ask if Peter was okay, but his mouth seemed disconnected from his brain.

“They have cars waiting for us, Tony. We’re gonna meet them at the hospital, okay?” Bruce explained, slowly and clearly. Tony still couldn’t pull his eyes away from where Peter was. What the hell was taking them so damn long?

“We.. Why can’t..?” Tony made another unsuccessful attempt at asking a question as Bruce started leading Tony to a now cleared street where cars and emergency vehicles were waiting. “I wanna ride with him.”

“You’ll be able to see him when we get to the hospital, Tony.” Bruce reassured. Tony tripped, once again being saved from falling on his face by Bruce, his panicked gaze falling to the concrete below him as he tried to regain his balance. A gagged breath escaped his lips as he tried to regain his footing, feeling as if the entire world was quaking below him. Bruce helped Tony stand up straight and he started walking again, but what Tony saw in the corner of his eye made him stop dead in his tracks.

Peter, lying lifelessly on a stretcher, surrounded by medical personnel as they wheeled him towards one of many ambulances. He had a brace holding together what Tony knew was a completely shattered leg, and another round his neck. Someone had a bag valve mask pressed to his face, pumping air into his lungs. His face some ungodly shade of blue/grey.

He looked dead.

“He’ll be okay, Tony.” Bruce supplied, pulling Tony’s gaze back to him. “Tony listen to me, he’s gonna be fine.” Tony’s eyes darted back and forth between Bruce’s concerned face, and Peter being loaded into an ambulance. He looked back to his friend, falling further into his embrace as the full weight of the situation finally slammed into him. He didn’t need Friday to do the math for him. He locked eyes with Bruce once again, the familiar sensation of tears sliding down his cheeks.

“No,” His whole body was shaking, “He won’t be.”

[iadorayou-blog]

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We went into the pool bathroom and Lance handed me a baggie with messy blue sharpie labeling the contents ‘clean undies’ I pulled out the only pair in the bag, “Lance, I thought you said you had multiple pairs! I can’t take your only extra pair of clean underwear.” He just ignored me to rummage through his bag again pulling an almost identical baggie to the one he handed me out

“Keeping everything separated is more sanitary.”

“Makes sense,” I shrugged as I entered a bathroom stall to change and Lance did the same.

We left the pool and started heading back walking just the way we did before, hand in hand, except surer that the other wanted the same thing.

We got back and found Hunk, Pidge, and Shay in the same room we left them in. “Hey Hunk, can you take Keith and me to my house he’s staying over.”

“Lance, I hate to be the dad here but, you and Keith are drunk you shouldn’t do anything…” he lectured.

“Don’t worry, Lance and I agreed to not do anything until we talk about things sober because we are drunk. We’re just gonna watch movies and eat food.” I interjected.

“Wow that’s very mature of you guys, I’m proud.” Hunk faked tearing up.

“It was Keith’s idea,” Lance began, “which I agreed to because I am just as mature as Keith is!” He sounded like he thought he had to defend himself.

“Okay I’ll take you but can you wait a little longer it’s only like 9:30 we’ve been here like an hour and thirty minutes.”

“Oh come on Hunk, you said yourself that Lance only came bc you told him Keith was coming and Keith only came bc you got Allura to tell him that Lance was coming. Take the idiots home!” Pidge yelled.

Lance gasped and he turned to me, “Yo we were tricked, I mean I don’t mind because I enjoy the end result but, yo we were tricked!”

“Pidge, they weren’t supposed to know that!” Hunk groaned at her.

Pidge took off her glasses to clean them, “Sorry I can’t hear you I don’t have my glasses on.” She deadpanned.

“You don’t even need them you’re not blind Matt have them to you when he got contacts and you got the lenses replaced!” Hunk sighed, “whatever guys, Shay I’ll be back I’m gonna take these two losers home.”

“See you soon Hunk!” She replied cheerfully.

The three of us walked to Hunk’s car while he grumbled, “why do I always have to be the designated driver,”

“Because Hunk you don’t drink,” Lance answered his rhetoric.

“Because it’s terrible for your liver! It’s not even enjoyable, you just get all dizzy and confused and you wake up with a headache in the morning.” Junk ranted.

“Not me I have fun when I’m drunk and then I wake up sober and have more fun.” Lance once again replied.

Hunk just sighed in response he had given up on trying to lecture the boy. The drive was only about five minutes but it would have been too far to walk.

“Okay boys,” Hunk started in a mock mothering voice, “be safe don’t stay up too late don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! And remember mommy loves you!” He joked.

“Uh, we already have done stuff that you wouldn’t do but love you too, mom.” Lance played along as we walked up the sidewalk leading to his door. Hunk just stared at us blankly as he slowly rolled up his crank window.

Hunk’s car is exactly how I imagined, a really old minivan but in pristine condition. He replaced the stereo system with a newer system that can connect to his phone through Bluetooth. Lance said the windows were all broken when he bought it but he fixed them up so now they all roll up and down. He also replaced the fabric seats with a fake leather.

Lance’s house was nothing like I expected, we were only a few minutes from the suburban neighborhood the party we were just at was in but this area was much more rural. The property seems to be mostly land with a short picket fence bordering it all. In his backyard, I could see smaller fence pens walling in small groups of animals. Further back there was a small building resembling a barn where I imagine they kept the animal that wouldn’t fit in the fenced pens. The house was a pretty pale blue with white trimming. It had a high rise porch with a closed off crawl space. There was a moderate sized hole in the criss-cross pattern blocking off the underside of the porch.

Lance let go of my hand to unhook the latch holding the front gate closed. He opened it up, gestured for me to walk in and then closed it after himself. He grabbed my hand again and said “welcome to my humble abode.”  

As we walked closer to his house a small gray cat crawled out from the small hole under the porch and ran right up to us whining. Lance immediately goes to pick it up, “Blue, what are you doing outside again?” He asked the cat whilst holding it like a baby. “Keith, meet Blue, my baby girl. You aren’t allergic to cats are you?” He asked directed at me this time.

“Oh no, I’m not. I don’t often play with cats though, do I just pet her?” I asked him.

“Well, you have to let her smell you first so she knows you don’t want to hurt her. But then you can just scratch the top of her head.”

“Okay,” I slowly reached my hand out to her face she smelt me and then visibly relaxed and rubbed her face against my hand. “So why is she named blue?” I asked as I scratched the cats head.

“Oh that’s because she’s a Russian blue, also she first came around when we were painting the house and she got paint all over her fur and we had to clean her up and she’s stayed with us since.” He smiled at me.

“Ah okay, that makes sense. I thought you were gonna say something like ‘well blue is my favorite color.’ But that’s cute I like that.” I said

“Actually blue is my favorite color, but that’s not why I called her that. It amused me that a Russian Blue cat decided to roll around in our blue paint.” He looked at his cat lovingly. “I’m gonna hand you the keys because I have to carry her in she knows she’s supposed to be an indoor cat.” He shifts blue to where she’s only in one arm to dig in his pockets for the keys and then toss them my way.

I unlock the door and let Lance walk in before me he sets blue down on the couch as I close the door behind us. The inside of Lance’s house is much more like what I imagined. Everything was a nice warm tone, the walls were a toned down sunset orange with red roses painted on the white baseboards. The wood floors were stained a deep burgundy color. The couch was a mixture of gold and beige and looked a few years old but still extremely comfortable near it there were matching chairs all surrounding a coffee table made of recycled and repurposed wood. As I scanned the room there was a cross stitch banner that read ‘mi casa, es su casa.’ above the door. In the farthest corner to the right, there was an old piano, the top of it was being used as a shelf to hold various family pictures. In the other far corner, there was a doorway I later learned led to a bathroom. Between the two corners was a large archway that led to the dining room and kitchen. Almost every wall had framed school pictures and childhood drawing to go with them. Messy flowers, bowls of fruit and redrawn family portraits. Lance’s mother kept every piece of artwork the school probably made Lance and his siblings draw throughout the years.

As I look at all the framed pictures around the room I find one of Lance in elementary school he had the hugest smile and he was missing his front two teeth. Lance came up and hugged me from behind and wrapped his arms around my stomach and I leaned into his warmth. He rested his chin on my shoulder and spoke, “right before that picture was taken I pulled out my two front teeth because I was tired of them being there. I wasn’t gentle either there was blood on my face that the teacher had to wipe off before I was allowed to take my picture. Apparently having a child have blood on their face in the yearbook was against school policy.”

In the corner closest to the door we’re some stairs and in the other front corner, there was a Christmas tree, “Lance, as much as I would love to hear the story behind all of these pictures what I’m really curious about is the Christmas tree over there? Like it’s August why is there a Christmas tree out?” I spun us around in the direction of the tree.

“Ah see my family love plants but we all have allergies so we can’t keep them in the house and my mamá always says that it’s the best tree to have. She loves God and every year she makes us read these stories about how Christmas trees are meant to be a reminder of God. So for her, it isn’t just a seasonal thing. Don’t worry though she’s not like the Westboro Baptist church or anything, she’s really accepting and kind.” He explained.

“She’d be okay with me, a full-fledged gay, being here right? Does she know that you’re… ya know?” Also, where is your family?”

“Uhh, yes, no and tonight is date night for my parents and none of my siblings live at home anymore.” He paused to turn our bodies to face the door still hugging me from behind, “See that sign right there,” he pointed to the cross stitch banner I had noticed earlier, “it says ‘mi casa es su casa’ which in Spanish means ‘my house is your house’ something that my family lives by. Basically, anyone who is important to any family member is always allowed here. Which is why I didn’t have to ask if you could come over our rule is our doors are always open to guests unless otherwise specified.” He paused again to release me from the hug and make me face him, “basically what I’m trying to say is, you’re welcome at any time and make yourself at home.”

“Lance, can I ask you something?” He quickly nodded in response. “Why haven’t you come out?”

He took a deep breath before slowly beginning, “To be perfectly honest, I don’t know. I know that my parents and siblings won’t care. But all of my family is from Cuba, which isn’t exactly known for its gay rights… I guess I’m just scared I’ll be looked at different, and I don’t want to hide this side of me from them but I don’t want anyone to try to change me.” He said weakly.

“I get that, I mean I can’t relate but I understand what you mean. Don’t worry Lance, you can come out when you’re ready. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” I rubbed small circles in his hand trying my best to be comforting.

“Thank you, Keith, I always feel ashamed that I don’t have the courage to tell my family, some people think it’s because someone is ashamed of being LGBT but I’m so proud to be bi like it’s a huge part of me. It’s just scary because you can’t help but wonder if the people who are most important to you will think of you differently.” He rested his forehead against my shoulder.

“Lance there’s no need to thank me. I like you I want you to feel happy and comfortable. I want to reassure you and help. And the people who think being in the closet equals being ashamed of who you are, are dead wrong. You can be the proudest person in the world and still be scared of how the people around you might react.” I started to rub his back as to tell him everything would be okay, “Lance I’m gonna be here for you okay.”

“You’re the sweetest person in the world,” he lifted his head and planted a gentle kiss on my cheek, “so what kind of movie do you wanna watch?” He suddenly regained his confidence.

“I don’t know I’m not really a movie person, I’ve mostly watched older movies. Like back to the future or all the old Star Wars movies.” I told him.

“So you haven’t seen love, Simon?” He asked quickly.

“Nope, what’s it about?”

“It’s gay and we’re watching it. How do you like your popcorn?” He led me to the kitchen and started rummaging around the shelves. “We have cheddar cheese, movie theater butter, caramel corn, and extra butter.”

“What’s the difference between movie theater bitter and extra butter?” I asked him.

“Movie theater is more salty and extra is more classic butter taste.” He explained.

“Uh that doesn’t help me, you choose anything but caramel corn.” As I said that he whipped around suddenly to face me.

“You don’t like caramel corn?” He shouted.

“I’m more of a savory guy, plus I like to keep my sweets and savories separate and corn is like inherently savory already.” I elaborated as he continued to stare at me blankly.

He sighed, “I guess everyone is entitled to their opinion even if it’s wrong. We’ll have cheddar.” He finally announced walking to the microwave and popping it in.

“I’ll tickle you again.” I simply stated.

He pulled his arms up in front of him defensively, “No need your opinion is valid and so are you!”

“That’s more like it you get a kiss on the cheek.” I smiled at him.

“What if I want a kiss somewhere else?” He pouted crossing his arms over his chest.

I shrugged, “I mean how can I object?” I leaned in for a quick peck on the lips and he rested his arms on my shoulders. The sweet chaste kiss gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling. I pulled back and opened my eyes to the tan giddy boy in front of me smiling like he had everything he ever wanted. I was surprised when that smile turned into an uncontrollable giggle. I fake frowned at him, “why are you laughing we just kissed?”

“Your face makes me laugh.” I stared at him confusion all over my face.

“Okay, no more kisses for you then.” I jokingly scolded and backed away, but he just followed.

“No, come back,” he whined “your face is cute and it makes me laugh. Not like ‘haha that’s so funny’ laugh, an ‘aw he’s so adorable’ laugh. Like it’s just a joy-filled gut reaction. Now come here and give me more kisses.” He begged as he leaned forward, puckered up, and closed his eyes waiting for me to join him.

I connected our lips once again going for a more passionate kiss, I rolled his bottom lip between my teeth before I brought our lips back together and pulled away. He tried to come with me but I held him back. “Sorry lover boy, we agreed we’d keep it at kisses until we’re sober.”

“I know you’re right, you’re just fun to kiss. I wanna steal all the kisses. And more. But we can wait.” Lance was startled by the loud beeping of the microwave telling our popcorn was ready.

Lance poured our popcorn into a bowl and grabbed two bottles of watermelon Powerade, “step one of Lance’s hangover remedy: carbs and electrolytes.” He tossed me one of the bottles, “I hope you like watermelon because that’s the only flavor we have also hydrating with drinks high in electrolytes is like the most important part. I don’t want you to be grumpy in the morning so drink up. Also, follow me to my room.” He sauntered into the living room towards the stairs and waited for me to catch up. I followed him up the stairs and he opened the first door in the upstairs hall.

“Welcome to my room, the bathroom is right over there. Also I’m gonna build us a fort because I don’t like getting into my bed before showering so I’m gonna get the extra bedding and make us a fort and then after we eat our popcorn and finish the movie we can shower and snuggle up in the bed, maybe watch more movies depending on how we’re feeling.” He rambled before leaving the room to get fort supplies.

As I looked around this room definitely was Lance’s. The walls were a dark calming gray-blue. On the wall behind his bed he had neatly arranged Polaroid pictures of beautiful landscapes, him with friends, and other various pictures I assume he took. The tops of his walls were lined with dim blue string lights. The wall by his desk was covered in theater posters and playbills. His desk had shelves housing multiple childhood sports trophies, t-ball, soccer, track, and swim. He had post-it notes with reminders littered all around his desk, things like ‘don’t change for others’ and ‘if you don’t study for math you’re a loser and I hate you.’

“Okay, here’s how we’re gonna do this,” he began and we set up the fort, we made a comfortable cushioned area using blankets and pillows and then placed one end of a sheet on Lance’s desk and the other stretch out to the ground. “Okay now, you get in there and I’m going to hand you stuff.”

After handing me our food an extra blanket to cuddle under and his laptop, Lance finally joined me in our little fort. “You're like a pro fort builder, Lance do you often bring guys up to your room and build forts with them?” I joked while snuggling up to his side as he pulled up the movie.

“Well, you're not the first person I have built a fort in my room with,” he plays along.

“So who was the first?” I asked partially feeling insecure and partially genuinely curious.

“My niece and nephew. However, you are the first person over 10. Also the first boy I’ve kissed. I've always wanted to build a fort with someone of romantic interest but my ex-girlfriend didn’t want to do the cute fun couple things. She just wanted to have sex and go shopping, and by go shopping I mean to have me pay for things she wanted.”

“Lance I’m so sorry she sounds like a bitch, I would totally fight her.”

“Thanks, you don't have to though, we've only been talking for a week and you've already been better than her. Right away you made it clear that you didn’t want to use me. She just made me think that she would be the only person who would ever want me. I was afraid of losing that, but then Pidge caught her cheating and her and Hunk lectured me for like an hour about how shes terrible for and to me and then I broke up with her and I know I deserve better now.” he smiled at me.

“Seriously? I hate it when people lie especially to their partners like that's messed up.”

“It really is, but enough about my tragic love history shall we start the movie?” I nodded.

He started up the movie and Simon, the main character, started by explaining how normal his life is.

“Hey! Morning! It's Simon! I live right here! I like your boots! Okay, bye!” Simon yelled across the street to a boy working on the yard of another house not even hearing Simon.

Lance chuckled, “That's me trying to flirt with you.”

“Oh shut up I respond to you flirting with me,” I told him.

“Now you do, I meant before you talked. You were completely in your own little world.”

“I mean yeah I kind of was but, I also thought you were way too cool for me.” Lance reached to pause the movie.

“So what changed your mind then?”

“Nothing. I still think that but then you came out during class, and all this time I thought you were straight it made me feel like I had a chance because I knew you wouldn't just shoot me down because of things that aren't up to you. I kind of just said ‘maybe he has low standards’ and then Allura told me she'd give me food if I manned up and talked to you. I'm really happy I did. You're really the sweetest guy in the world.” I confessed my face cherry red.

Lance stared at me for a moment each second feeling longer as they passed, “Well, first of all, you're wrong you're really cool and kind and cute. And second of all glad to know you can be bribed with food.” I didn't even have to look at him to know there was a smirk on his face, you could hear it in his voice loud and clear.

“Wipe that smirk off your face loverboy, let’s get back to our movie.” I smiled up at him.

“Only if you give me a kiss,” he said smirk still there.

I leaned in, “Glad to know you can be bribed with kisses.” We connected lips for the third time that night each one felt just as good if not better than the previous.

[herotheshiro]

hello i’m here to write a post rambling abt my latest hyperfixation and my thoughts abt it now that i feel i might be getting less serotonin from it these days.

so my latest hyperfixation is fe3/h which i will now be shortening to 3h in hopes that it doesn’t show up in any tags and also i’m too lazy to keep slashing it when i mention it. i’m writing this on the hopes of my interest winding down rn, i feel less excited about it these days than at the beginning of the month when i suddenly decided to look it up/look more into its fandom content after feh released the latest 3h banner. i was talking to my sibling abt it bc i had gotten de/due on a free summon or something idr i just got him and i brought up offhandedly that i shipped him with this other unit in 3h bc having been on the internet and fandom-adjacent spaces since 2019 at least means you see 3h content to some degree. which means the context is that i had somehow seen ash/edue on twitter before and thought it was a cute pairing but didn’t really look more into it bc i didn’t really care as i do not own a switch nor will be getting one any time soon (i could watch a playthrough but idc enough. too many routes and intricacies that would be best understood if i just played it myself, ya know).

anyway. latest feh banner and this convo with my sibling means i look up ash/edue again and for some godforsaken reason THIS TIME i’m like ok. time to FUCKING DIVE IN and so i read a bunch of fics and whew-ee ash/edue brainrot time which is hilarious bc i literally know fuck all about the game and had to read through the fandom wiki walkthrough to get all the plot/story points so i could better understand the individual units and also wtf is going on (which you don’t really need to know imo esp if you’re just looking at a ship which only includes ppl from one house but i wanted to know at this point bc i was in deep-dive mode). i like the physical aesthetics and the personality match of ash/edue so i’m not really surprised i was like ALRIGHT HONING IN but man imo not the greatest thing to get into a series through a singular ship. anyway i was hype so i was coming up with ideas for drawings and looking up general 3h content but now it’s coming to the end of the month and i feel like it’s starting to wane ...

i mean i still like ash/edue but i’m just less interested bc i’ll never really play 3h and even though during this month my sibling actually got 3h and is playing through it rn, i just don’t really feel like playing the actual game bc i already know all the plot twists and points so what’s the point. and also bc i was so ash/edue focused for a bit, now i’m like hehehe only ash/edue when i see general non-ship content but like. i think both these units are interesting past their duo dynamic and i’m not particularly like anti other ships with these units nor do i feel mega uncomfortable seeing other non-ash/edue ships (this makes more sense in context with my a/3 ship struggle posts lmao. but also yeah ngl sometimes i see other a/she ships and i’m like eh i’ve read the supports but i don’t see this ship actually happening. although caspa/she on the other hand ... that’s cute) but i’m like i do actually need to sit with these units individually if i want to better get their personalities bc i’m starting to feel kinda bad that maybe my representations of them aren’t wholly accurate to their general personalities. like actually mentally bad, not just like ‘oh... well too bad whatever’ bc i just be getting caught up in making sure fictional characters fit canon even though sometimes fancontent just be ooc and is accepted regardless. tl;dr of that second point, i feel like my brain is too into shipping mode rn re: these two units and i need to split them in order to better understand them. but also that’s a lot of effort bc tbh i don’t particularly care too much abt 3h as a whole ngl or at least these 2 units are prob not really the units i would stan

idk it’s really stemming from me being like ‘oh ho i know the 3h story’ but then being like lol no i don’t when my sibling is discussing the current happenings during her 3h playthrough. i mean she’s playing the v/erdant wi/nd route which tbh of course i know less abt bc in-game ash/edue really focuses more on the BL and BE houses in terms of interactions/drama but i’m just like :( bc i take fictional stuff too seriously for my mental health. i’m not like having BAD mental health abt it but i can sense when shit might be starting to hit the fan so i’m like :(. also i’m starting to side-eye some ash/edue fancontent bc now i’m starting to think a little more critically abt the pairing and tbh their “paired” ending reads weird to me as a poc living in the US (assumption of ded/ue is a poc and as/he is a white guy) ... like it’s not BAD per se, like as/he isn’t really culturally appropriating but also like ... fellow poc in the US, you know how it feels sometimes when some random white person is like ‘i’m opening this ethnic cuisine restaurant bc i respect the culture so much’. i know that’s not necessarily what’s happening in the “paired” ending and as/he isn’t being one of those uppity white ppl who try to “better” the ethnic cuisine but man makes you think. i’ve only read TWO fanfics that explicitly was like ‘man it’s fucked up that a white person has to be this ethnicity’s ambassador huh?’ which makes me a lil sad in retrospect (also the 2nd fic i’m thinking of isn’t even in-game canon, it’s a modern au that talks abt cultural appropriation differently so like is it even the same). anyway i actually haven’t read the paired ending text in a while so maybe i’m remembering it wrong but i’ve personally changed it up a little in my headcanon so that the inn is just a general inn that as/he just so happens to serve some du/scar dishes at to normalize their inclusion into f/odlan culture. anyway this convo about 3h’s treatment of poc is a whole other story and discussion lol, my sibling and i were discussing it last night so that’s why i’m bringing it up

[junmyuns]

so i am back from got7′s melbourne fanmeet and here are my thoughts!!

ok so, i’m ngl, i was not very impressed with the organisers of this event?? everything seemed like such a mess, and it made things awkward and weird. i’ve been to lots of kpop concerts/fanmeetings since i first got into kpop, but this one was the most messy imo :/

and it’s funny bc got7 aren’t even my fave group out of all that i’ve seen, but i was soooooooo excited for this fanmeet, more than for some other groups that i consider faves.

i got there kind of late though (5pm), and so most of the merch was gone (though i don’t think i had plans to buy any so that was prob good for my wallet), but most of the freebies ppl were passing out had gone too. i managed to get a pack of cute photocards and a banner but that’s about it. i was too busy in the gold queue for wristbands. i got the yellow one!

that being said, even at the very beginning when they had technical trouble (the curtain was supposed to drop and reveal the members but it never did so they had to bring guys in to manually remove it from the hanging), it was kind of like an omen of what was to come (this sounds so dramatic).

that being said, this is no slight on the boys at all!! they were wonderful! (and dealt with the curtain malfunction perfectly). just other things could have been handled a lot neater by the organisers tbh.

i think they performed q and sign first?? i’m trying to think back on everything... i really love q esp btw, it’s one of my faves on the album (just kind of sad that they didn’t do my fave: paradise).

so at the beginning, andy (the host) asked them a bunch of questions based on the arrival letters. idk i feel like that concept made things a bit awkward, esp when he’d have to prompt the boys to talk. i always like it better when one of the mcs is in the group itself bc since they all know one another, it kind of makes it easier to get a conversation/banter going? they did good though! and mark talked quite a lot in this portion, which warmed my heart. he was pretty good at getting the others answering the questions, and it was all really cute :’) (esp when it was revealed that he and jb have been stealing jinyoung’s shampoo and jinyoung told them it was ok bc “we are one”...he touched jb after that and i’m sorry but my jjp heart launched itself right out of my chest i love them i can’t believe i witnessed that live...I WILL GET BACK TO JJP IN A MOMENT THOUGH).

also, when he got to the letter V, bambam started talking about taehyung?? then he and the translator had the most awkward exchange ever bc bambam joked about it being nice when he’s next to taehyung?? something like that, and the translator thought he said the sun (taeyang), and bambam was like nope this is bad joke sorry. it was so awkward to watch but thinking about it now makes me laugh so much though oh my god.

everyone seemed in a good mood but jackson :( idk if something is up with him, whether he’s not feeling well/he’s tired/misses his mum (bc it’s her birthday) or maybe even his brother and niece, but i don’t think he even talked at all during the first question round. he kind of just sat there looking sad while everyone else talked. i have seen jackson get like this in varieties and stuff, but it’s really heartbreaking to see in person, esp bc jackson is usually so hyper, and he’s my fave too. however, he did talk more towards the end, and i just think he was having an off day (which i don’t blame him for at all bc the amount of stress and work that they have is ridiculous). i think i spent most of the performances staring at jackson and feeling really worried about him, which gave what i was watching more of a sense of realism that i usually don’t feel when i’m at a concert. either way, i really do hope he feels better soon whatever the case.

also, i didn’t talk about youngjae yet!! he wasn’t there (he’s in korea bc he’s not feeling well. he’s with coco according to mark :p), so we didn’t get to see him :( he did have a video message for us though, and the cheers were so loud for him every time they showed him on screen it was great :’D i hope he feels better soon too!

anyway after that, they had a games round and i think the first one was the cheek to cheek round and the JJP LET ME TELL YOU. so basically, it’s that game where two ppl are blindfolded and then there’s an object held between both of their cheeks and they have to guess what the item is using only their cheeks (jackson: “any object?? even a PINEAPPLE”). jb and jinyoung  were put together and i y e l l e d bc i never thought i’d get to see jjp live but boy did i. i actually legit got choked up and i’ve never felt that way at a concert before. like my bias could be dancing right in front of me but give me my otp and i am a fucking goner. THEY DID THE JJ CROSS THING. also one of the members (bambam??) took away the object at one point and jjp were cheek to cheek/sort of kissing?? i can always trust the other members to give me A++ quality jjp content so thanks guys!! (btw their object was an apple). jackson and yugyeom were next (object: plush toy parrot) and then (after some discussing) it was mark and bambam (foam plane).

either way, the jackson/jinyoung/bambam team lost and jackson had to do a girl group dance (aoa’s excuse me) and it made my life. he’s so cute. also at one point jinyoung had to do aegyo and he apologised after but it really was adorable i love aegyo.

i think they did the x2 dance speed game after that? this is another thing that annoyed me. the speed was wayyyy too fast, and yugyeom even brought it up after the first round...that not even weekly idol did it that fast, and whether the organisers could make a bit slower, but nope, just as fast during the second round... and idk. i just didn’t like how the organisers dealt with that.

but before they started dancing bambam was like “i need to take my earrings off for this”. i love this kid.

mark/jb/yugyeom lost and their punishment was another fast dance oh man.

i’m prob messing up all the order with everything that happened, but i can’t remember too well haha.

i know that they performed fly and skyway at some point in the middle though. and it’s funny bc fly isn’t my fave title track of theirs at all, but i loved watching that performance.

i haven’t talked about how cute both yugyeom and bambam were though!!!!! they were so fun and if i didn’t have my bias already locked in place they would have threatened that position so easily :D also bambam kept dabbing but does that come as a surprise to anyone. pls. they seemed really happy :)))

so at some point they had a draw to win an all member signed placard, and they were supposed to pull seat numbers from a box. like a lucky draw type thing. each of the members was supposed to pull a seat, BUT when they started they kept drawing blank pieces of paper?? and so andy had to go backstage to see what was up with the blank pieces, and then got7 were told to entertain the crowd in the mean time, and it was just so disorganised? like the members were kind of confused, and the organisers were kind of scrambling to figure out some way to choose ppl (at first they wanted the members to point out ppl from the crowd, but then they managed to get the lucky draw thing to work somehow idk). anyway, to distract us all, bambam made yugyeom do a sexy dance which was awesome, but also yugyeom is a BABY to me. he’s younger than my lil bro and he can sexy dance all he wants but i still feel like his mother haha.

also, at some point a fanboy won one of the placards and bambam (and mark) got super excited about it. bambam wanted another fanboy to win one it was cute.

they did their ments then. it went: jackson, jinyoung, jb, mark, bambam and yugyeom. all of them did it in english except jb haha. jinyoung’s english is REALLY good. like i knew he was good, but i didn’t expect it to be THAT good, you know? i also really like how whenever jackson tells everyone to stay healthy, he always stresses both physical AND mental health. it’s nice :’)

they performed hard carry and never ever then, i think? suuuuuper hype!!!!!

ok so another awkward moment is that during encore, one of the members (mark?) told everyone to get up out of their seats and literally everyone started rushing to the front of the stage. like everyone in gold. and then the security guards had to yell at everyone to go back to their seats, and bambam was just like “...i just meant get up, guys. not go forward...” and it was just a confusing mess of awkward but also kind of funny now that i think back on it. but then they came out and performed out and go higher and ppl swarmed to the stage again, but i don’t think the security guards could do anything at this point since they were performing already. either way, i got a good view of all the boys since the ppl in front of me had headed to the front and it was BEAUTIFUL. got a good view of pretty much all of them tbh since they moved around the stage a lot.

LASTLY, HI TOUCH!! so everyone in gold was given an armband at the start (either green, yellow or pink). they announced at the end that green and yellow were hi touch and pink was the photo opp. i’m actually SO GLAD that i got hi touch bc i wanted that more than the photo opp. so yesssss, i’ve actually seen up close and touched all the members (except youngjae ughhh). order was: yugyeom, bambam, jb, mark, jinyoung and jackson. i was telling myself that THIS TIME i would gauge their heights (bc i always want to do it when i do hi touches but never end up managing it bc it goes by too fast). i was soooooo nervous when we were lining up. maybe even more so since i waited longer than previous hi touches, and when we were lining up all of us got a nice view of them and they’re so good looking irl it actually pains me. and no, i didn’t remember to check our their heights. hah.

it went by so fast (like most hi touches), but i remember yugyeom and bambam’s hands are pretty soft. jb and mark smack five you a bit more. i don’t remember what jinyoung and jackson did bc i literally forgot how to word and exist the moment i saw jinyoung. he is GORGEOUS. you think you know but you don’t k n o w. i also very clearly remember yugyeom bc he was first and there was a tiny lag in the line so i was prob in front of him the longest. bambam was really cute. jb gave me direct eye contact. i love him. mark tbh i don’t remember all that much bc it was too fast :( jinyoung, like i said, ethereally beautiful. and then jackson wasn’t as smiley. i think he still wasn’t feeling so great, so he just looked a bit sad/serious :( anyway, i didn’t manage to say anything other than “hi” to them, and i don’t think any of them said anything either? just smiled mostly.

also, when i was lining up the security guard told me that her fave was jackson and i was like saaaame girl.

either way, the last person i touched was jackson and the first person i saw was my bro who told me to touch his face so i rubbed jackson on him haha.

and it’s funny but i don’t feel that post concert/fanmeet depression feel as much lately when i go see groups. i just feel kind of happy and a bit nostalgic, which makes it a lot easier to deal with. i’m so happy and fortunate to have had this experience (despite my qualms), and i like feeling like this. it’s a lot better than being devastated that it’s over. of course i’m sad that it’s finished, but i’m also really looking forward to looking back on this whole experience as a fond memory in years to come. and there’s something really nice about that, i think :’)

[narukoibito]

hinny!!! BUT!!! a twist: they never really got together until later in life, after falling in love with other ppl (do i smell.... either a drinny or drarry backgroud?? Dunno) and it’s all good and beautiful bc when they do end up falling they know it’s the best love of their lives.............

(I def did a shit job at explaining it but.... bi!hinny meeting on later in life after getting their hearts broken and then finding ~*home*~ in each other....)

Thank you so much for the "I wish you would write a fic where..." ask!

So at first I had no idea what to do with this idea, but this prof!Harry and mum!Ginny came out of nowhere. Here's a crazy (1k words!) glimpse of a world where Luna/Ginny have separated that I would not have ever thought up without you! (Sorry no Drinny/Drarry at least in the snippet.)

Maybe someone else will write the rest of it one day. Hope you enjoy.

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Ginny gazed up at the looming castle, nostalgia burning in her chest as she walked up the path from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts. Her lips quirked up as she drew closer. McGonagall stood beside the gates, tall and prim as if she had not aged a day in the past fifteen years.

“Miss Weasley,” she greeted her with a small smile of her own.

“Professor – sorry, Headmistress,” Ginny corrected herself.

“Minerva, please.” McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

“If you’ll call me Ginny then,” Ginny returned with a cheeky grin. “Thanks again for letting me come early. I—it’s been…” She trailed off, that ache suddenly swelling up inside her.

“Students were very excited about having a professional Quidditch player hold flying lessons,” McGonagall said, smoothly covering Ginny’s stumbling with grace. Gratitude helped sooth the ache.

“Wow, everything looks the same,” Ginny said, taking things in as they began walking through the castle. The portraits, banners, candles, even the moving stairs were all where they used to be.

“Yes, though we have made some improvements. You may choose to stop by the Great Hall seeing as you have some time before the first lesson. I’m afraid I must leave you, though I am sure you know your way around,” McGonagall said with a twinkle in her eye.

“Yes ma’am,” Ginny said, grinning sheepishly, wondering if McGonagall knew more than she let on about that map the twins had given her years ago.

She waited five full beats after McGonagall’s elegant green robes disappeared around the corner before she checked her watch. Maybe she had time to poke her head into the old Gryffindor common room.

As she made her way there, classes started to be let out. Students flooded the hallways, their hands ladened with books. Ginny watched them with amusement as she walked by, wondering how on earth she had ever been that small. Several of them did double-takes with slackened jaws, and she held up a finger to her lips and gave them a wink.

Distracted by a flash of red hair as she rounded the corner, she was completely blindsided when she ran straight into something. Parchments seemed to burst into the air, blinding her temporarily. Hands shot out and wrapped around her waist (Merlin when was the last time someone touched her?), drawing her close to a warm body.

“Are you all right?”

When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring at the most startling green eyes she had ever seen.

“Fine,” she said, hating that she sounded breathy.

He released her and took a respectful step back. Those green eyes widen as he started to tilt backward, his foot sliding on a parchment. Without thinking, Ginny lurched forward to grab his arm and gave a strong tug, which propelled him forward, pressing her against a wall.

She felt color flood her face as she could hear his breath next to her ear.

“Sorry,” he said, immediately lurched back. For the first time, she was able to get a good look at the stranger who had first saved her and then had saved from some ridiculous tumble. He was a good head taller than her, with round spectacles to hide his brilliant eyes. He raked a hand through his disheveled black hair, a sheepish and shy grin on his reddened face.

“No, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” Ginny apologized.

“Ah shite,” he surprised her by swearing (not very Professorly because surely that’s what he must be, though he was clearly on the younger side) as he seemed to realize all the parchment—probably student essays—littered on the floor, students whispering as they passed them. He bent down to grab them, and she knelt down to help, trying not to think too hard about the way her heart seemed to be beating at a slightly increased rate.

Ginny reached out for the last parchment at the same time as he did, his fingers brushing against hers (were those flying calluses?). They both jerked back, looking at each other, only to dissolve into laughter.

“Sorry about making you lose all your essays,” she said, picking up the last one as they both rose to their feet. She held out the ones she had gathered.

“Thank you,” he said, giving her a crooked smile that made him look younger than he probably was. Then, it was as if realization struck them at the same time.

“You’re–” they both started.

“MUM!” a loud voice pierced the air.

Ginny immediately dragged her eyes away from Harry Potter (the Harry Potter!) to turn toward the voice. She opened her arms just in time for a small being to jump into her arms.

“Lily!” she cried out, real joy rushing through her for the first time in a long time. She held her daughter tight, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. She leaned down to press a kiss against her forehead.

She wasn’t sure if she imagined the sharp intake beside her, but her focus was forced back to her wiggling daughter.

“Mum,” her daughter complained, “no one calls me that but you.”

“Okay, Miss Pandora Lily Lovegood-Weasley,” Ginny chuckled, rolling her eyes. She stopped when she realized Harry Potter was looking at her with the strangest expression. Crap, she had just rolled her eyes at Harry Potter, as if he was — it was an icy knife pressed against her heart. Nope, nope, not going there.

“Mum,” Pandora pulled at her sleeve. Ginny looked down at the wide, silvery eyes that reminded her painfully of her former partner. “Is Mummy here too?”

Ginny shook her head, pushing down on the pain. “She’s still in Sri Lanka, Lils.”

“Oh,” she said, face falling. “I thought maybe you two…”

Ginny swallowed the lump in her throat and brushed back her daughter’s red hair. “Hey, but I’m here all day. I’ll be teaching flying lessons later, remember?”

“Yeah.” Pandora broke out in a wide smile. “But I get those all the time at home.”

“Which means maybe you can help me, yeah?” Ginny wiggled her eyebrows.

“Yes!” Pandora pressed her face into Ginny’s chest again—Merlin, she was growing again. “Oh, hi Professor Potter. What are you doing here?”

Before Ginny could reprimand Pandora for her rudeness (oh God, she was become her mum, wasn’t she?), Professor Potter spoke.

“Hi Miss Lovegood-Weasley.” Professor Potter gave Pandora a smile that made Ginny melt a little inside. “Your mum was helping me out. It’s nice that you get to see her during the school year, isn’t it?”

Pandora flushed with pleasure and nodded. “She’s the best Quidditch player in the world.”

Much to Ginny’s embarrassment, Professor Potter nodded solemnly. “That she is. Now, I know it’s exciting to see her, but don’t you have class?”

Pandora swiveled her head left and right, realizing that the halls were nearly empty once more. She exclaimed loudly in a way that made Ginny sure that she was spending far too much time with her Uncle Ron. “I have to go, Mum! I’ll see you next class?”

And with that, her chaos of a daughter was already running down the hall, her radish earrings swinging cheerfully in her wake.

Ginny turned back to Professor Potter, trying to will the heat away from her cheeks. “Thank you. I hope she isn’t too much trouble for you.”

“Oh, trouble seems to find me,” he grinned sheepishly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Is that so?” Ginny heard herself say, and goodness gracious was she flirting with her daughter’s teacher?

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Okay! That's it! In my head, Luna and Ginny loved each other, but with Ginny always on the road for Quidditch, and Luna would travel with Pandora Lily (who Luna birthed with one of the Weasley boys as a donor). But all the time away made them grow distant and decide they should divorce.

And yes, Pandora after Luna's mum, and Ginny decided to name Lily after Lily Evans but not because she had a thing for Harry Potter, but more out of reverence to a strong woman who saved the Wizarding World and her son. Harry never went to Hogwarts, but decided that he wanted to teach there since he never got the chance to be a student. I am not a Drarry shipper, but I imagine he did get his heart broken a few times before too.

Pandora has a role of some kind in bringing Harry and Ginny together, but it's not determined if she meant to or not, haha.

Annnnnd, so begins this Harry/Ginny romance. Anyone want to write the rest?