#summertime series is coming to an end ;o;

[childofsardior]

Summer is *almost* over, so...

I'm planning on ending the Summertime Series soon since we hit September (and I am getting a little tired too lel).

I have some other drawings planned, tho :3c (no spoiler u.u) and I'll also continue working on my "personal Headcanons related to my HC/AU" (Lemmy should be the next one and I CAN'T WAIT u.u), but I could slow down a little during these upcoming months due to seasonal depression, university and such T_T

[catiuskaa]

G’day fellas, it’s Kats! —the Masterlist.

Any kind of requests are (eventually) answered and appreciated!

random prompt list (mainly for requests but feel free to use it and tag me on your own works!)

OT8 SERIES // POLY!SKZ

—[series] the perfume saga. (smut)

non-connected one-shots inspired by some of the frangances/colognes of the brands the kids have collaborated (or just been related) with.

—[series] summertime’s special!

a summer-inspired collab with my pookie @dalamjisung! non-conected one-shots [in between each of ‘em]. lots of fluff and sunshine included!

—[one-shot] white-collared thieves (smut)

gentlemen like them make for a better boyfriend, and minho and han will let you know as soon as you come over… they know first times pave the way for more. [minsung x reader]

—[one-shot] reggaeton & champagne (nsfw)

you knew better than to go down to the club alone, and that guy should’ve known better than to mess with minho and chan’s property. (minho x chan x reader)

—[drabble] seungmo, mimo, siesta. (fluff)

mimo (span.) attitude or state of a person who wants to be pampered and cuddled. [2min x reader]

—[drabble] feat. mrs. lee bahng (smut)

why have a plot when your two gorgeous boys are finally having a short break before the comeback? y’all already know what to do. [minchan x reader]

—[one-shot] i’m trying, but they’re hot! —lifeguards!skz

minho and felix agree to go with you to your usual fitness center, which recently opened a swimming pool facility! (and they've hired a certain group of lifeguards... oh wow...)

—[series] bf!thoughts (fluff):

bangchan: music to my ears.

being chan’s partner makes music sound so much better, but not coming close to the sound of his laughs. ♡

minho: sway with me.

as minho’s partner, you know he loves dancing, and he loves dancing with you. He won’t say it often, but you both know he loves you even more. ♡

changbin: my favourite.

changbin won’t hesitate to pamper his partner with reasurance and love, because, above it all, his favourite thing will always be you. ♡

hyunjin: out of the blue.

poor hyunjin is so frustrated with artblock. nothing comes out like he sees it! little does he know, his cute muses are right in front of him. ♡

jisung: ticklish, cold water nights.

hannie can be a bit of a meanie if it’s late enough, but he loves you so much, he has to make sure you drink enough water too. ♡

felix: rice pudding!

felix wants to cook on live. who if not you to help? it’s mainly so he doesn’t burn anything—like himself—, but it still makes him feel warm and fluffy inside. ♡

seungmin: clingy denials.

seungmin claims he isn’t clingy. recent events while shopping prove to be a little bit… trickier… for him. not his fault though. You are the one who looks too good! ♡

jeongin: bread bites.

innie isn’t much of a skinship person, but it’s because of you that he has found out a new way of showing how much he loves you. ♡

BANGCHAN:

My Atlantis [We fall] (angst) [good ending!]

you’ve hurt yourself due to his career as an idol, because the media won’t let you be. Still, despite his tries to ‘protect you’, you both have spent the worst month in a long while and neither of you want to continue knowing that you could have tried again.

Level up: Fencing for Dummies. (fluff)

soulmates don’t exist, but why are all these corny memories suddenly in your head, and why is your rival the main character?

you asked me to stay. [Not yet]. (fluff, nsfw)

even if idols 'don’t date fans', there are no rules against a little bit of teasing, and so it happens that Mr Bang Chan here really likes your kind of thinking.

audio creak file.mp3 [1:07] (nsfw)

Chan struggles to make music, and you, his friend and roommate, try to help him when you can. Say, Chan also struggles to keep his cool whenever you’re near… what will you do to help him feel better?

MINHO:

pink in the night. (angst)

he knows it means leaving you at night with your hoodie on, but minho has to say goodbye one last time, even if nothing is fair.

game on, game boy. (fluff)

dating someone from the opposing team is banned? So what? Minho isn’t dating that cute girl with the purple headset, they clearly hate each other! …wait, what? You never said it was her? O-oh… um, well…

had to make sure you'd catch it. (fluff)

no one expected jeongin to be the first to marry in the group, but furthermore, no one expected minho to be the one to ask you first, and certainly not like that.

missed me, missed me, now you gotta… (fluff)

minho wasn’t grumpy, nor he was jealous. but he hasn’t been the same ever since he fell in love with you.

need you to [Lee] Know (fluff)

minho loves you: to him, it’s as clear as water. Its only after he finds out that you’re starting to doubt it—he needs you to know just how much.

I.O.U. [pinky promise] (fluff)

minho’s fear of heights is not alone, because airplanes are also in the equation. but rest assured, lovely strangers like yourself are there to help him.

Shirts, hoodies and pyjamas (fluff)

every member knows that Minho’s attitude towards you is kinda mean. Will an impulsive idea change your situation?

shoot on sight [straight through my heart] (smut)

a laser tag encounter will end any truce you could’ve started with minho. And of course, after that kiss…

CHANGBIN:

under the weather (fluff)

is that a sneeze what he’s hearing? unnaceptable! changbin will take care of his sick little bunny... no chance of escaping.

my knight in comforting armour (fluff)

plane trips feel longer when you can’t use your phone. after a very chaotic encounter, it’s now obvious that playing on changbin’s phone is much more entertaining!

just hold on, darling (nsfw)

there’s a will and a way when waiting for him to log off work seems a lot… just hold on, darling.

this close to begging (smut)

an angsty tension formed out of pent-up feelings. a mix of alcohol, changbin and you might find just the way of solving it.

[these two can be read as a stand alone or together in the order written]

Yeah, Flowers Follow (fluff)

You have always been committed to your duty at your mom's flower shop since she got hurt carrying bags of dirt over a month ago. It was mostly just you and the flowers, until he barged in one day, slapped 20 bucks on the countertop and with a passive-aggressive tone, asked: "How do I say fuck you in flower?"

Floral Troubles: Tales of Love (fluff)

It’s been hard dealing with your recent love life with how busy the flower shop has been since the wedding season started, over two weeks ago. It was just you, the ribbons and greenery, until he hugged you from behind, left 20 bucks on the table and in an affectionate tone, asked: “How do I say I love you in flower?”

HYUNJIN:

charcoal, paint, post-its and tape. (comfort)

seeing your boyfriend’s messy art studio, you couldn’t help but want to try and surprise him with a painting of the most gorgeous piece of art you knew: him.

Untitled. // COMING SOON

an artist’s mind often wanders around and about. ever since Hyunjin and you collided, he's unable to come out the same.

i don’t like my mind. (angst)

there was nothing you could’ve said to him to keep hyunjin away from his thoughts. Not on the night of March 20, 2021.

[Don’t worry about Rome!] It won’t fall. (fluff) // COMING SOON

it was almost ridiculous to think you hadn’t realized it, but hey, no one expected Rome to fall.

The rain falls [the sky doesn’t] (fluff)

rain sucks. for you, to the very least, it’s a major problem. but your boyfriend knows something is wrong, and is determined to help you, because even if rain falls, the sky doesn’t.

drunk-dazed [i’m yours] (fluff)

Felix has tried to help you with your love life, but, as much as you appreciated the gesture, he kinda failed… all the time. Will the latest match with his new roommate break the streak?

horny kitchen [not hell's this time] (nsfw)

whenever you were home, he wasn’t. it wasn’t totally your fault if that had made you believe he was never home in the first place, but it sure had led into an interesting meeting.

JISUNG:

the poem about home. (hurt/comfort)

redamancy: (n.) the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

strawberry blond. (angst)

Jisung had been avoiding the truth for the past six months, but now, it’s time to face the storm. even if it hurts.

spots on. (fluff)

you. hannie. embraces. hugs. cuddles, and other synonyms. desperately needed by yesterday. complaints will be declined and ignored.

*cough cough* no, me kisses. (fluff)

he may have lost his opportunity to ask you to become official, but boyfriend or not, there’s only one thing Hannie wants needs: your kisses. All over his face. Right now.

coach or player? (nsfw)

there’s always a time when one just has to know, but is the coach able to risk it and play their own game?

[3:36 am] 🍶 (nsfw)

A sexy meeting with an interesting someone might be exactly what you were looking for a one-night stand.

putting to good use (smut)

you had always been Jisung’s utmost supporter, his number one fan. who could blame his partner for wanting to reward all his hard effort?

FELIX:

this isn’t what friends do. (smut)

you're friends- duh! best friends are close to each other, even if this could be... too close. still, no one can really blame you! that chocolate was far too good anyways.

so effortlessly. (fluff)

felix can’t help it, and he can’t hold back anymore, because in the end, loving you comes out so effortlessly.

[these two can be read together in the order written or as standalones :)]

WikiHow’s on my back. (fluff)

Felix can't deny it anymore. WikiHow agrees, and even if he doesn't want to accept it, accidentally completing every step of the web might just clarify to him what he’s feeling.

[01:43 am] (fluff)

study buddies are always close to each other. Still, exams week is over, so when Felix shows up in your room, a silly UNO game is the go-to for clearing things up… in a meme way.

SEUNGMIN:

influence and influenza. (fluff)

alas, one should note the difference between influence and influenza, even if one can ultimately end up with both.

GTK: Grand Theft Kitty. (fluff)

seungmin streams from time to time with the boys, and today, you wanted to join in… kind of. not like he’s going to complain!

new task: valentine’s day. (fluff)

|PROLOGUE| |ACT 1| |ACT 2| |ACT 3|

boring classes, boring classmates, boring assignments… to seungmin, everyone is boring even if he’s used to pretend otherwise, but you seem to get on his nerves. you, your stupid poem, and his stupid letter.

silly little promises. (smut)

unspoken promises to stay away from your brother’s best friend might work for some, but not when kim seungmin is said man.

I.N:

your type (fluff)

It doesn’t matter how pretty you are, because, Jeongin’s been working in that cafe long enough to notice as soon as you walked in: he knows your type.

catiuskaa, october 2024 ©

[philtstone]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

finally i have a moment 2 breathe so here is my list (thank u bestie zainab but also you know ive written too many fics to only pick five. so these are in no particular order and i broke the rules a little bit)

Title: bedclothes the child of the mountain

the first installment in the scarborough fair au (aka my somewhat manic pandemic era outlander fix it series), and one of my sudden and wildly inspired attempts at writing with different form and style -- it will probably always have a special place in my heart, simple as it is

Summary: "By the green o’ the moor behind them, the lad took the faerie’s hands in his own, an’ he told her that he loved her, an’ that he’d offer her the riches of the land if he could but all he could give her then was that which he held in his heart.

The faerie lass knew in her soul that she loved him back, but she was of the fae folk, an’ she missed her kin somethin’ fierce. So she told the lad, I cannae marry ye --”

A loud, irreverent giggle bursts from the place between his arms.

2. Title: my daddy was a prominent frogman

this is simply not my best prose at all but who needs tight prose when the concept is this iconic (aka the lotr hippie camp counsellor au)

Summary: Gandalf has been standing at the front of the room in a customary drapey grey t-shirt and flip flops all through Eowyn’s impassioned retelling, puffing wordlessly at his pipe. Frodo wonders if he is allowed to smoke indoors, even in this time of crisis. Uncle Bilbo always takes his pipe outside when they’re back in the city. But then, Frodo (who is sitting beside Gandalf -- he was in the back phoning hullo to Uncle Bilbo before lunch was over, and on his way out got accidentally caught in the middle of this emergency meeting) suspects that a converted campground in the middle of the woods is not really a place that abides by any rules.

Another two puffs from Gandalf’s pipe. Camp’s going on for nearly a whole month still. Maligned bulldozers tearing Camp down is a terribly unproductive development.

3. Title: i believe in you and in our hearts

zainab you KNOW this is an all timer! valkyrie holds a baby! the guardians are there! they ROADTRIP! i debated putting the og baby meredith fic here instead but i like the prose in this one better. ive never properly been a thor girlie but id be lying if i said this fic isnt one of my favourites

Summary: "A road trip," Thor says. "That's what the Midgardians call it."

"That's a stupid name for a thing," says Brunnhilde, but she's grinning as she does.

Or: nearly a decade after, Thor gets up one day and decides that they need a vacation.

4. Title: hopeful/summertime

phils magnum opus (another mildly deranged endeavour used to exorcise personal feelings, but which of my fics doesnt dabble in that, really) aka the first chapter fic i ever actually finished aka the first plot-coherent thing i ever finished aka the sam and bucky open a bar and adopt a bunch of kids dystopia au! phew

Summary: In which the world ends, Sam Wilson opens a bar with his best friend, accidentally adopts some children (also with his best friend), and figures out how to grieve his own life and move forward, not necessarily in that order.

5. Title: heavily, the low sky raining

i am simply an anne of green gables girlie forever. another pandemic era fic. i think i produced some of my best work holed up in my parents basement lol

Summary: "Anne’s feeling that word where you’re missing something you never had,” explains Diana, as they come to a stop outside of Terran Outpost AV1883's lone lab entrance.

“Weltschmerz,” says Gilbert immediately.

“I am not,” says Anne, “feeling weltschmerz.”

HONOURABLE MENTIONS (i have simply written too much and love many of my children equally. im not deluded enough to say "all")

Title: you've got the run of the place, now that you're running around (and may kindness, kindness, kindness abound)

i had to include an annamis fic in there it simply wouldnt be fair not to!!! ive had so many fast and loose with history eras. and i will have more!

Summary: “Grandpère,” she says, firmly, because they are all but alone amongst the hedges and Papa says it is alright to call him that when they are alone. She is not sure if he is really her grandfather, not truly – but she feels right, calling him so, and he always looks so pleased when she does. She has been doing it all afternoon for just that reason, in fact, and each time – well, Marie thinks, there is a warmth. Her fingers tighten around his, and he does not move to take his hand away, but rather squeezes firmly back. “Tell me the story about the princess in the castle.”

Title: kannum kannum nokia (cappuccino coffea)

speaking of playing fast and loose with history. im including this because its the most insane fanfic ive written to date. objectively. (affectionate).

Summary: He’s waylaid in coming up with a fun and possibly clever response because Kundavai has reached such a point of despair in her lecturing that she turns away from the locked bathroom door, pins her flashing eyes on Arunmozhi, and says,

“Tell your idiot brother to unlock the bloody door!”

Arunmozhi grimaces. Aditha is only ever his idiot brother when circumstances are truly clownish.

Most of the rest of the time Kundavai is content enough to claim ownership of the both of them, no matter how useless she thinks they are being.

[stevetonyweekly]

Steve Tony Weekly - December 11th

 Happy Sunday! Here’s what I’ve read this week. Enjoy and remember to leave your author comments/kudos. 

***Marks my recent favorites 

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Selfish Secret by ABrighterDarkness

He felt a heavy roll of animosity and jealousy roll through him strong enough to make his teeth ache as he watched that familiarly muscled arm drape over someone else’s shoulders. Tony could feel that comforting weight across his own as crystal clear in memory as the visual he was being treated to.

Hold Fast, Dear Captain by RoseGoldAmpersand

Tony remembered Doctor Stephen Strange from the more wild nights of his youth, but he was pretty sure Strange hadn't worn a cape back then. At an Avenger's gala, Tony reunites with his ex-lover and a jealous Captain America sets out to remind his partner exactly who it is he belongs to.

Never Mind Where I Am by scribblywobblytimeylimey

“Please tell me you just kissed me.”

 Tony wakes up from his fall in New York heavily concussed. He may not know where he is, what just happened, or who the people around him are; but even without his memories, he’s willing to bet the man at his side is the most beautiful human being he’s ever laid eyes on.

Insta-Family by parkrstark 

Tony and Steve foster Harley and Peter: two boys with their own trauma to deal with. It isn't as easy as they thought it'd be, and it takes the four of them some time before they become a family.

This series follows this family and their extended family through life.

Happy Birthday, Mr. President by navaan

Steve does not expect to see Tony before the festivities begin in Washington. Of course, Tony wants the president to open his present as early as possible.

.... or the flag!porn story

All I Want For Christmas Is You by xmarrrvelx (cptstarkrogers)

"It's snowing." Steve didn't need to look down to know that Tony was gazing up at him with those wonderful eyes.

"Yes, it is."

"I'm borrrrreeeeed—"

Steve had to bite down on his lip to keep from laughing. "Oh, are you now?"

"Can we go ice skating?"

That certainly took Steve by surprise.

The Sea Ice: -1.8 °C (28.8 °F) by schmevil

O brave new world, that has such people in it. Always-a-girl!Cap adjusts to life after the ice.

gripping the ledge of unreason by firebrands

tony and steve have known each other for years, and finally opened a bookstore together. steve has learned to keep his feeling in check, and then tony had to go and quote poetry at him.

(Marvel Bingo 2019 fill for "book store"

Mobius Strip by dirigibleplumbing

Steve sets off to return the Infinity Stones. It ends up not being quite as straightforward as he'd imagined.

A Long, Final Rest Among the Stars by nostalgicatsea

This wasn’t a cave. Nebula wasn’t Yinsen, and they weren’t captives. But he had come full circle back to Afghanistan.

He was stranded, with no sign of life anywhere and no hope of rescue. And he was going to die.

Like a Comet Streaming On by Sineala

Tony escapes Afghanistan with a functioning Iron Man suit and a perfectly normal heart. He even manages to bring Ho Yinsen home safely at his side. But he may as well have lost everything... because his wolfbrother is dead. Six months later, the Avengers find Captain America, frozen in ice, miraculously alive. Everything and everyone Steve has ever known is gone -- except his wolfsister, the recipient of the lupine version of the super-soldier serum, who was frozen in his arms. Tony has everything but his wolf. Steve has only his wolf. This is how their lives fit together.

A reread but one of my favorite AU’s. Just gorgeous. 

crush my lips to wine by meidui

Their first real kiss is under an olive tree in the summertime, as the sun sets softly. The kiss tastes like honey and wine.

Principle of the Thing by Annie D (scaramouche)

In Tony’s opinion, the only thing worse than having a crush on Steve is: having a crush on Steve while Steve won’t shut up about how great Tony is.

The Kiss with the Thousand Flavors by ralsbecket

He had a stupid grin on his face after Tony pulled away, gazing directly into his whiskey-brown eyes. Steve’s confession came out like a breath, “Tony, I think I love you.” And then he kissed him one more time, just because he could.

Or, chronicling Steve and Tony's love story through fifty kinds of kisses.

***Relativistic Heat Conduction by BlossomsintheMist

Age of Ultron-based, but not entirely canon compliant. Written for the 2013 Cap-Iron Man Reverse Big Bang. Ultron has attacked, obliterating most of the world's superheroes and resistance in a matter of hours. The remaining heroes band together and share what strength they have to get through it, to survive, and defeat Ultron once and for all. Steve Rogers grieves in the wake of the disaster and the heroes' defeat, and no one knows if he will be able to provide the leadership they need--but Tony Stark isn't about to let him slip away that easily.

It’s been on my list to read for forever and it was just as good as I hoped it would be and utterly heartbreaking. 

****Silver Glass by BlossomsintheMist

“I would wait forever,” Tony tells him, mouth still soft and warm on his neck, “but no,” he says, “not long.” Something of a coda to Relativistic Heat Conduction.

Gorgeous coda that made me tear up. 

[fentoaster]

oh boy I love games

Thanks @hannahmanderr for the tag!!! Making this into a separate post bc the original was getting kinda long

Are you named after anyone? Nope!

When was the last time you cried? hmm probably 2 days ago? Due to a book series a friend of mine recommended *cough cough* Thanks PD *cough*

Do you have any kids? I do not, and most likely will not

What sports do you play/have played? listen I was a real nerd in school. Absolutely not athletic, never did any sports (except soccer for half a year when I was a 5 y/o)

Do you use sarcasm? More than I should probably

What's the first thing you notice about people? Good question, I guess maybe how they carry themselves confidence wise? I'm not very self confident regularly so I guess I know what to look for haha

What's your eye color? Blue

Scary movies or happy endings? ough I like scary stuff but I will go for a happy ending over unhappy any day

Any talents? uhh I suppose baking? I like doing it and I like to think I'm good at it lmao

Where were you born? I don't want to say specifics here, so I'll say it's one of the two non-contiguous US States. Pick wisely :)

What are your hobbies? Baking (yes this will come up again) drawing, do video games count… I like to paint rocks in the summertime!

Do you have any pets? Two doggies: one pom and one mystery mix boy, and two cats: Ollie (russian blue) and Hobbes (lil orange guy)

How tall are you? 5'2", mayyybe 5'3"

Favorite subject in school? I liked English because of creative writing, but it was just okay I think. I never liked math until the latter half of high school and now kind of love it (can't do it very well tho)

Dream job! I think I'm working it right now! I work at a local bakery and do all the bread baking :] wouldn't change it for a thing

I believe everyone who I was going to tag has likely already been tagged (Thanks Hannah /j) so as to not blow up their notifs- anyone who wants to do this, PLEASE say I tagged you! I'd love to see your answers!

[wtfstxr]

MATERLIST LANA DEL REY SERIES (delayed)

This is an idea I had to start writing for tumblr,I’m thinking of posting o my wattpad too but I don’t know.Basically I will write an imagine with each song that is in the list,i put 10 now but maybe I will put more because Lana’s songs always make me have ideas of one-shots.They will be either of Harry or Regulus or maybe but just maybe Sirius because I can only write of them,maybe in the future I will write of the others.I will start posting in October 8th,don’t forget to follow me on ig @lisalivros and my tiktok @wtfstxr

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1.Born to die /hope is a dangerous thing for a women like me (Regulus x reader/Brother!Remus x reader)

Summary:Regulus always thought that he would follow three steps that his father and mother wanted him too.get the dark mark and join Voldemort,then kill people and pretend to not care,and in the end die maybe even because he would kill himself.Regulus thought he was born to die and that no one would care about him dying,not even his parents.But along the way he will met her,and maybe that will change his end,she will give his life a new meaning but nothing is that easy,but in fairytales everything work out…right?

In her side of the story she has hope that regulus is not bad.She has hope that the war will end.Shehas hope that her brother one day will come around about the fact that Regulus is not bad and that he really loves her.She has hope that everything will be normal but especially she has a lot of hope.Now,for some people finding a soulmate is easy and for some is hard but for her it was easy,the problem was her brother accepting.

Will she and regulus have their happy ending or will she stick to her family or maybe she will have both?

COMING SOON

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2.National Anthem (coming soon)

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3.Summertimes sadness (coming soon)

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4.Once upon a time (coming soon)

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5.Yayo (coming soon)

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6.Brooklyn Baby (coming soon)

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7.Norman fucking Rockwell (coming soon)

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8.Young and Beautiful (coming soon)

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9.Diet Mountain Dew (coming soon)

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10.Vídeo games (coming soon)

I’m sorry if this is not good because I’m still really confused with using this app :)

materlist

[yeosangsleftbicep]

sand, salt, and tears

series information:

pairing: Johnny x reader, Jaehyun x reader

summary: You have a boring job at the beach for the summer, but one day your life is spiced up after meeting a handsome lifeguard named Johnny and all of his friends.

genre: lifeguard au, summertime romance

warnings/themes: alcohol, drugs, (eventually maybe) smut, fluff, second-lead syndrome (?), angst, love-triangles, jealousy

"I’m here to help, you’re gonna be okay."

Ch.1

warnings: blood (small injury), swearing

word count: 2.1k

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You never intended for the summer between your sophomore and junior years of college to be packed with hard work and stress. In fact, you thought that having a part-time job in a beach town would be quite the opposite. That it would be full of seasonal flings, sunburns, and plenty of time relaxing on the beach enjoying your sappy romance novels. Instead, your absolute bitch of a boss, Cindy, had you working 35 hours a week wiping tables and taking orders, sometimes even being a substitute bartender if it was a busy night. Luckily for you, your best friend Karina also decided to take the plunge into the world of summer waitressing with you, and the two of you had almost every shift together. But still, you would much rather be stretched out underneath the sun right now than punching your 100th order of the morning into the restaurant’s computer system. You sigh aloud at the thought of the salt water lapping at the shore, seagulls flapping around while the local surf rock station plays quietly on the radio in the sand next to you.

“Y/N!!” an obnoxious voice shouts, shaking you out of your seashore reverie. Your eyes refocus just in time to see Cindy storming towards you in anger, her eyes scrunched with a fury that only ever comes out when you’ve messed up. “You’ve been standing there for 2 minutes doing nothing,” she hisses through her teeth. “Pull yourself together. You only have a half hour left on your shift, and then you’re free to be as useless as you want.”

“Sorry,” you mumble under your breath, holding back a sarcastic retort to the last part of Cindy’s criticism. You punch the order into the system and sweep yourself back into the dining room to do rounds and check on the tables that you’ve already served food to.

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True to her word, Cindy released you from hell 30 minutes later. As quickly as possible, you strip off your apron and change into one of your favorite blue bikinis in the employee bathroom, wanting to hit the beach as soon as possible. You find Karina waiting outside the restaurant in her white Jeep Wrangler, roof and doors removed for the warm summer weather. On the rare days when the two of you don’t share a shift, this is always your routine. Karina picks you up at the end of your 2 o’clock shift and drives the two of you to the beach where you spend the next four hours basking in the sun and body-boarding in the water.

Today is no different, and the two of you soon find yourselves spreading out your towels and slathering yourselves in sunscreen, preparing for an afternoon of the reason you truly came to the small beach town this summer: relaxing. After an hour or so of sunbathing and reading some rather spicy parts of your latest romance novel, you and Karina decide it’s time for a dip in the ocean. “Hey, Y/N, go check what the water temperature is so we can mentally prepare ourselves before turning into popsicles in the ocean,” Karina giggles, gesturing towards the nearest lifeguard stand. You nod in agreement and make your way over to the back of the tall white chair where information such as water temperature and high tide is usually posted. As you near the stand however, you notice that instead of temperatures and warnings, someone had written the words ‘Ask me!’ over the chalkboard.

You glance up at the lifeguard to try and catch their eye, but an umbrella has been propped sideways to block a northward wind, preventing you from being able to see the person sitting there. “Excuse me!” you shout, hand shielding your eyes from the sun as you make your way around to the front of the stand. “Is everything okay?” a gentle voice responds. The lifeguard, a rather lanky, handsome man with black hair brushing the top of his ears, leans over. “Everything’s fine,” you respond with a timid smile. “I was just wondering what the water temperature is?”

The man’s form visibly relaxes as he realizes that there was no emergency and you just wanted some information. “Oh! Yeah, the temperature is 67°,” the lifeguard responds.

“Okay, thank you!” you shout, turning away to walk back to where Karina was waiting.

“Wait! Are you planning on boarding at all?” he asks, forcing you to turn around. He glances over at Karina and the boogie boards lying on the sand next to her while she watches us.

“Um, yeah. Is that okay?” you respond, placing your hands on your hips.

“Of course, of course! You should just know that there’s some serious undertow and a pretty strong rip current in this area today. If you get pulled out just swim parallel to the beach to get back in or signal if you need help,” he smiles helpfully.

“Oh. Thanks, but I think I’ll be okay,” you nod. “I’ve been coming to this beach and boarding since I was a little kid.”

The lifeguard just shrugs and sits down, but you can feel his eyes on you and Karina as the two of you grab your boards and dive into the frigid waves. Unfortunately for you, the lifeguard was quite right about the strong currents, and you spent half of your time in the water struggling to not be dragged down the entire length of the beach. After about a half hour of unsuccessfully attempting to catch some waves, Karina sighs and starts to swim in. “Maybe tomorrow will be better conditions. Neither of us are working so we can be out here all day if you want,” she exclaims, always the optimist. “Ok,” you reply. “I’m going to stay out here a little longer and then head in. Do you mind taking my board?”

You un-velcro the strap from your wrist and push the board towards Karina for her to drag it onto the sand. As soon as you let go of the board, you begin to realize just how much you were relying on it to keep you afloat in the strong current, especially considering you aren’t in an area where you can touch the bottom. After just a couple of minutes of treading water, you decide to follow Karina’s idea and begin to swim towards the shore. Karina sees you making her way towards her, but she waves her hands and shouts, pointing to the ocean behind you. A quick glance tells you that there’s a massive wave just seconds away from crashing on your head. “Shit,”  you curse, turning around and bracing yourself to be pommeled. Had you been farther out, you might have been given the chance to dive under the wave as it crested, but you were in the exact area that, when the wave finally arrived, the only thing you could do was take a deep breath and hope for the best.

As the wave crashes around you and catches you in it’s white waters, you tuck your knees into your chest, feeling yourself bounce around, your shins catching the sharp shells and rocks being thrown around you. After what feels like forever, you finally resurface, gasping for breath and a little red-faced from the embarrassment of wiping out, but still alive. And yet, something felt weird. As you catalogue your surroundings, you notice that you are farther from the shore than you were when you went under. Much farther. You try to plant your feet on the sand beneath you, but instead begin to sink below the surface. Having been tired out from fighting the waves for the past hour, you begin to panic, forgetting everything that the lifeguard had just told you about swimming out of rip currents.

In your own panicking and splashing around, you fail to notice someone swimming towards you. Someone wearing red swimming trunks with a bright orange buoy tied around their waist. When the lifeguard finally reaches you, he grabs your wrist to place your hand on the float, causing you to scream out in surprise, still not realizing that someone was there to save you.

“Shhh, shhhh calm down it’s okay,” the lifeguard says, reaching for your hand again. “I’m here to help, you’re gonna be okay.”

You try your hardest to hold in your tears as you grip onto the lifeguard’s buoy, but you feel like you can barely breath from the panic that you just experienced. You squeeze the orange plastic so tightly that your knuckles turn white, something that the lifeguard is quick to notice. “You’re going to be okay,” he once again reassures you. “What’s your name?” he asks in a soothing voice.

After a few deep gasps, you’re able to get out, “Y/N.”

The man smiles. “Hi, Y/N. I’m Johnny. I’m going to get you back to solid ground, okay? But I’m going to need you to stay calm for me, okay? Or else it’s going to be a lot harder for me.”

Unable to respond, you just rapidly shake your head, eager to have your feet touching the earth again. Johnny places one of his hands on the other side of the buoy, and uses his right arm to begin towing you back towards the shore. In no time, the water grows lighter as you and Johnny cut through the water, eventually reaching an area where you can once again stand. “Are you okay?” he asks, turning towards you with a worried sound to his voice. You once again nod, embarrassed to meet his eyes and not trusting your voice to be stable if you spoke.

Johnny gives you a once over, his eyes lingering on your knee. You follow his gaze and notice that during the wave, a shell must have gashed your leg open, and a steady flow of blood is now streaming through the cut on your knee. “Why don’t you come up to my stand and let me check that out?” Johnny asks, although it comes out as more of a command. “O-Okay,” you whisper. He places a steadying hand on your back and guides you up the sand to where Karina is waiting for you. “Oh. My. God,” Karina shrieks, seeing the injury on your leg. “She’ll be fine,” Johnny comments to her. “I just want to clean and bandage the cut to make sure that it doesn’t get infected.”

He guides you to sit down on a foldable chair at the base of the lifeguard stand while he climbs up to get a medical kit. “This might sting a bit,” Johnny apologizes in advance, opening the bag to pull out an alcohol wipe. “It’s okay, I can handle it,” you grimace.

“Just like you said you can handle the ocean?” Johnny asks, looking up with a small grin. “Sorry, too soon.”

“For your information,” you begin. “I would ordinarily be able to deal with that wave, no problem. I just wasn’t ready.”

“Mm-hm. I’m sure,” Johnny nods sarcastically.

“Hey,” you frown. “You don’t know me well enough to be making fun of me- HOLY SHIT THAT HURTS!”

You glance down to see Johnny dabbing at the wound on your leg with the cleansing cloth. “Sorry,” he grimaces. “I did try to warn you.”

Johnny goes to wipe at the cut again, another wave of pain rolling over you. You involuntarily reach out to squeeze the closest thing, which happens to be Johnny’s bare back as he’s bent over your knee. “Jesus, woman,” Johnny swears, pulling away as your nails dig into his skin in pain. Your hands shoot up to cover your mouth. “I’m so sorry!” you squeak. He sucks air in quickly through his teeth as he glances over his shoulder to look at the scratches you left on him. “I normally have to buy someone a few drinks before I get them to mark me like that,” he chuckles, turning his attention back to your leg, which he begins to cover with a bandage.

Your cheeks color a bright red at the suggestive comment, although luckily Johnny doesn’t glance up at that moment to see your embarrassment.

“There. All done,” Johnny says, gently patting your knee and standing up. “The next time I tell you to watch out for the rip, listen to me,” he orders, raising an eyebrow at me. “Yessir,” you say seriously, giving him a sarcastic little salute. Johnny’s grins. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

“See you around, Johnny,” you respond, slowly limping your way back to Karina.

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[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

Sunflower -  Harry Styles AU Series (Volume 11)

The year is 1977 and it’s officially summertime. Y/N is spending it with her family at the Malibu Breeze Hotel, where she meets, aspiring musician, Harry Styles. The two clash in the beginning, but soon realize they may just need each other in the end. Find out just how life changing one summer can be in Sunflower, a Harry Styles AU.          

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**

I made it to Harry’s bungalow just in the nick of time before it started pouring rain.

“How is it raining right now?” I laughed. “It was just fine.”

“That’s the beach for it,” Harry laughed. “I guess we can just do our session here.”

“Sounds good,” I nodded, placing my guitar case on the floor.

“Want anything to drink?” He asked. “Beer, water, soda?”

“I’ll take a water,” I told him.

“Do you ever… you know drink? Let loose?” He asked.

I blushed, suddenly feeling a bit self conscious, “I… When you have a sister like mine and see all the shit she gets herself into, it’s kinda hard to bring that upon myself,” I sighed.

“I get it,” he said. “Makes sense. Also, I hope you know that you don’t have to do that shit just because everyone else does. Sometimes I wish I didn’t fall into the trap either.”

“Then why do you?” I asked.

“I feel like it’s expected of me,” he shrugged. “But also when I’m going through shit, it’s just easier to chill the fuck out and now distract myself from it, at least for a little bit.”

“I get it, makes sense,” I giggled.

“Did you just mock me?” He gasped.

“I mean… yeah,” I shrugged.

“Oh, you’re going to get it,” he smirked, walking over to me.

I thought he was going to kiss me since he was leaning in and reaching his hands towards my hips, however, he had other plans. Next thing I know he’s tickling my sides causing me to let out a screech. I try maneuvering out of his grasp, but he’s strategically placed himself to where it wasn’t a simple getaway. I kept laughing as I tried pushing him off and soon he no longer was tickling me, but staring at me.

His gaze moved from my lips to my eyes and back. We’ve kissed before and each time I felt shivers down my spine and butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t know if those were a fluke or if it was the real deal. He brought his hand up to my cheek, caressing the skin with his thumb, before closing the distance between us by pressing his lips against mine.

**

An hour had passed before we actually started working on a new song, you know the whole reason I was there in the first place. I didn’t really have a plan going into the writing process, but I started randomly strumming along on my guitar. I hummed a melody to match the guitar when I heard Harry sigh.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s nothing,” he sighed.

“It’s obviously something,” I told him.

“I can’t write for shit these last few days,” he said. “I sit down and have an idea, but then nothing comes out.”

“You can’t force the words to come out,” I said. “Songwriting is about being in the moment and capturing how you feel in the words. If you’re trying to force an idea to come to light, you’re going to be left with shit.”

“But I don’t have time to wait for the perfect moment. I gotta get these songs written so the band can rehearse them before the gig,” he shook his head.

“Did you ever think maybe that’s part of the problem?” I asked. “You’re worrying so much about impressing some record label guy that you’ve lost sight of the music?”

“Excuse me?” He asked.

“I didn’t mean it the way it sounded,” I started. “What I mean is, I get that this gig is fucking huge and will change all of our lives one way or the another. But despite all that, if we put too much thought into impressing this guy in a suit, you’re going to drive yourself crazy.”

“I get what you’re saying, Y/N, I do, but I have to put pressure on myself because this is the first time I’ve gotten this close to getting my dream,” he sighed. “And of course, the songs are shit and I can’t come up with anything.”

“When you sit down to write, what are you thinking about?” I asked.

“That I need to write a damn good song,” he stated. “I write down all the hot topics and sounds that’ll get us signed.”

“Okay, now, what did you think about when you used to sit down and write, before this whole arrangement with the record label?” I asked.

Harry paused before giving me an answer, “I don’t know, I guess I just sat down and wrote when and what I felt like.”

“Exactly,” I pointed out. “You’re too in your head with this shit. You’re trying to write the perfect song that you think the guy wants to hear. Let’s say you wrote a song that the record label loved and knew it would be a hit, but you hated it. Not at first, but the more you played it or they suggested you change a few things. Do you want to make the music they want to hear, or music that you want to play?”

“I want to be on a stage playing music for the rest of my life,” he whispered. “I’m not good at anything else and nothing makes me feel like being on that stage does.”

“But will you still feel that way if you’re not making the music you really want to make? Do you want to go into this being a version of yourself that’s not real?” I whispered.

Harry runs his hand through his hair, avoiding the question.

“How about this… tonight we work on one song,” I suggested. “We don’t worry about the record label, or what they want. We don’t worry about what the hit songs on the radio sound like. We just… write about whatever we’re feeling and we let the music do the talking.”

“Not every song is going to be a hit, but every song needs to be real,” I added.

“Okay,” he whispered. “Let’s do this.”

**

A few nights had passed and it was time to introduce our new song to the band Harry and I had written. I loved the song and it wasn’t even completely finished yet. Lyrics wise, it was, but it still needed the music to be finished. That’s where the band came in. I knew Harry was nervous to introduce the song because they hadn’t been fans of the ones he gave them before, so it was going to be a big deal.

We  had spent the majority of the night working on the song. There were times we had a little banter going back and forth, mostly a little harmless flirting, but in the end we wrote a song you were both proud of. I stood with my guitar over my shoulder as I waited for Harry to hand the copies of the song to everyone else.

No one said anything at first, skimming over the lyrics. Even though I knew it was a great song, I felt nervous as well the longer they went on without saying anything.

“Is anyone going to fucking say anything?” Harry mumbled, running his hands through his hair.

“Let’s do a run through,” Mitch suggested.

“I agree,” I nodded. “It’ll be better to get a feel for it.”

“Okay, then let’s take it from the top,” Harry said.

I looked around, waiting for everyone to take their cue, as we started playing the first few notes of the song.

“Walk in your rainbow paradise,” Harry sang. “Strawberry lipstick state of mind. I get so lost inside your eyes, would you believe it?”

“You don’t have to say you love me, You don’t have to say nothing, you don’t have to say your mine,” he continued.

“Honey, (ah-ah-ah) I’d walk through for you, just let me adore you, oh, honey…” I sang along with him.

I wasn’t sure if the rest of the band was paying attention, but if they were they clearly would see that Harry and I were staring at each other as we sang the song. Yes, in a way the song was about us, but also just in general meeting someone for the first time and wanting to be with them in any way.

At the end of the song, we waited to hear any feedback from the rest of the band.

“So, thoughts?” I asked.

“Ding ding ding, we have a winner,” Jasper smirked.

Harry looked over at me and smiled, “Well, then I guess we better keep it up.”

“Guess, we do,” I smiled.

**

Later that night, the band had packed up, leaving Harry and I by ourselves. We were heading back towards Bungalow Valley and the hotel. It was late, dawn would be in less than a few hours, but I didn’t feel tired at all. Rehearsals went amazing and I was on cloud nine. I didn’t want to go back yet.

“How do you think tonight went?” I asked.

“You were right,” he said. “I needed to let loose and write what I wanted to play. The band loved it and it sounded fucking amazing tonight.”

“See,” I smirked, hitting my shoulder against his. “I told you.”

He rolled his eyes with a laugh, shaking his head, “Would you uh… want to stop by my place for a bit?” He asked.

“I-” I whispered.

“No, it’s okay. It’s late, sorry,” he said, walking ahead.

“No, wait, it’s fine,” I said. “I’m not ready to go home just yet.”

“Really?” his voice, squealed a little.

“Really,” I smiled.

“O-okay, um, yeah, okay, let’s uh… go then,” he coughed.

I giggled, looking at him. “You okay there?”

“I’m good, chill, perfect,” he answered.

“Riiight,” I laughed. “Come on, it’s cold out.”

Harry followed behind to his place, opening the door once we got there. I walked inside, setting my guitar down. I sat down, rubbing my arms to get warm.

“Uh, here,” he said, bringing over a blanket from his bed.

“Thanks,” I smiled.

He nodded, grabbing two beers before walking back over and sitting next to me.

“Here’s to writing a damn good song,” he said, holding out his beer towards mine.

“And to writing a few more,” I added before clinking  my bottle with his.

Harry smiled, taking a swig of his beer. We sat in silence for a few minutes as I sipped mine. I wasn’t a huge fan of beer, but I didn’t mind it. After a moment, Harry placed his bottle on the table, turning to look at me. He reached out for my hand, taking it in his and lacing our fingers together.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“For what?” I asked.

“For helping me, be me,” he shrugged.

“All I did was tell you not to worry about anyone else,” I laughed.

“I know, but it’s what I needed to hear,” he said.

“Well, you’re welcome,” I smiled.

He laughed, shaking his head.

“What now?” I laughed.

“I-I don’t know. I can’t explain it.. What I feel when I’m around you,” he whispered. “I’ve never felt this way before. It’s weird, but I don’t want it to ever go away.”

“I know what you mean,” I told him.

He pushed a loose strand of hair out of my face as he looked into my eyes, “What would you say if I told you I was going to kiss you right now,” he asked.

“I’d say you don’t have to ask,” I whispered.

His lips tugged into a smile as he leaned in to press his lips against mine.

[ptersparkers]

at the end of the day (chapter one)

summary: there are two gigantic mysteries in your life and one of them includes peter parker not seeming to like you. you can stand him not being your friend but being in the same friend group? that should be easy, right?

a/n: sO i have this idea for a story in my head and there will be some slow updates coming but i’m excited about this one and lets HOPE i finish it hA. also i don’t know if this is gonna be more than a few “chapters” so we’ll see when i do with part two and i’ll decide from there! 💖

warnings: some angst but it’s not too serious

editied by: @jinxes-and-hexes! (everyone say ‘thank you’ because we all know i make too many typos).

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Peter Parker did not like you.

The reason? You didn’t know. You joined Midtown Tech your sophomore year and became friends with Peter’s “group” during February of the second semester. It was now the start of your junior year and you still couldn’t figure out why Peter had always given you the cold shoulder.

At first, you rationalized that he wasn’t keen on meeting new people. You got that, really, because meeting people you don’t know can make for an awkward situation and make people anxious overall. But weeks flew by and even MJ warmed up to you but the ever so bubbly Peter Parker that Ned was always talking about was nowhere in sight.

He was never outwardly mean to you but it was the little things you noticed. Like when he would scoot further away from you in the cafeteria or not invite you to a small get together if he was the one planning, even when you were with him. It was when he avoided eye contact and asked MJ to switch seats with him so he wouldn’t have to sit next to you in the backseat of Betty’s car and it was when he ignored you whenever you talked about the high marks you got on your biochemistry final.

You think that those subtle gestures hurt more than him telling you he doesn’t like you.

You hadn’t really spoken to Peter, per se. In the beginning, you both were trying to make awkward small talk for the sake of making friends, but when you clicked with Ned, Peter gave up. You quit trying a little later and you were positive the rest of your friend group tried to act like nothing was out of the ordinary.

You were accustomed to people not telling you things, but you wish you weren’t. You learned from your mother that it was best not to pry if people didn’t want to tell you something. After all, you learned you should never ask about your father when she had threatened to pull you out of Midtown Tech if you asked her about him one more time.

So when Peter completely stopped talking to you unless necessary, you didn’t bother asking him why he didn’t like you.

Not that you weren’t intrigued by the reasoning behind it, if any at all, but you were in no place to ask him because you didn’t really know him and you had just met him that year. Talk about an awkward situation.

So you’d sit in the cafeteria and laugh at Ned’s Star Wars puns and peek over MJ’s shoulders when she’s reading or on her phone, and listen intently to Betty’s school gossip to distract yourself from looking at Peter. You felt so uncomfortable and awkward knowing one person in your friend group wasn’t making an effort to be your friend.

But you pulled through because you hadn’t managed to become close with other people like you had with this group and you weren’t about to let one bad seed ruin the bunch.

“I think I failed the Spanish quiz,” Ned said with a sigh.

“Oh, why’s that?” you asked.

“I tried to remember everything I studied but nothing worked. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” he said, groaning.

“I’m sure Anna wouldn’t mind tutoring you,” you suggested. “She helped MJ get pretty good test results.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” Ned said dramatically as he gripped the straps of his backpack. “I gotta run to a doctor’s appointment. See you tomorrow?”

“See ya!” you said with a two-finger salute. You turned around in the opposite direction to walk home when you collided with Peter.

“O-Oh,” you said, regaining your balance. “Sorry Peter.”

“It’s fine,” he said quickly before walking away and ducking his head, not making eye contact with you once. You sighed, not expecting anything less but still disappointed in the outcome.

“He’s being weird,” MJ commented. “I think this is one mystery I can’t solve.”

“Great,” you said, exasperated. “You’re the most perceptive person I know and if you can’t figure out what’s wrong with Peter, no one can.”

“He’s been a bit strange, lately,” said MJ. “Disconnected, for sure. He leaves us a lot and backs out of plans last minute. Peter didn’t use to do that but after getting that Stark Internship, he’s been at Stark’s beck and will.”

“Oh, right, the internship,” you said. “Well, I wouldn’t know.”

“None of us would. He doesn’t talk about it and when he does, his job description seems to be all over the place. I mean, who fetches coffee and works with technology?” she asked rhetorically. “It’s whatever. Don’t take it too personally, okay?”

“It’s hard when he literally ignores me all the time,” you said, falling into step with MJ.

“The kid’s weird.”

“You guys are the same age.”

“I’m wise. Like, in my seventies, wise.”

“Touché,” you said. “I’ll see you tomorrow, MJ.”

***

You sat against the bed frame with a pillow propped up against your back, an iced coffee by your nightstand, and your computer on your lap. The bottom was warm after long use but you paid no attention as your eyes scanned the monitor. A digital copy of your birth certificate sat right in front of you with your mother’s name, your name, but no father listed. The blank space filled your thoughts with doubt and curiosity.

You didn’t know where to look. Being that your mother despised talking about your father, she gave you a copy of your birth certificate to prove that your father was a no-good person and she meant for that to be a reminder that you didn’t need to worry about him. But it fueled your interest even more.

You weren’t sure where you got your love for computer science from, but you were able to type on a keyboard at an early age. Add in a few extra classes during summertime at a community college, and you were good to go. Now, you were skilled enough to locate backdoor entrances to mainframes and encrypted hotlines in order to access data that wasn’t being shown to the public. Was it legal? Perhaps, perhaps not. It was still a gray area but you didn’t venture very far when you had accidentally gained access to Midtown’s security system and found out you could change student information from your computer at home, much like Ferris Bueller did when he lowered the amount of days he had been absent.

With this knowledge, you tried everything you could. Whether that be trying a family lineage website or hacking into your hospital medical records (to no avail), everything seemed to turn up empty and lead you down a path that was always cold.

You had considered asking the Avengers for help, but you didn’t know if they made house calls or responded to teenage girls who wanted to know who their father was. You didn’t think your conundrum, compared to what they dealt with, was that important.

So, you sighed and closed your laptop in frustration with yet another afternoon of relentless curiosity that led you nowhere. You sipped on your iced coffee from the metal straw before hearing a slurping sound and put the cup on the stand, telling yourself you’d take care of it later and decided to take a short nap, dreaming of two things: finding the identity of your father and finding out why Peter didn’t like you.

Across town, Peter and Ned were casually hanging out in Peter’s bedroom when Ned asked a question.

“How come you don’t like Y/N?”

Peter looked at him with surprise.

“W-What do you mean? Of course I like Y/N. She hangs out with us all the time.”

“Yeah, but you never talk to her,” he pointed out. “And when she tries to talk to you, you try to cut the conversation short or try to avoid her altogether. That’s weird, man.”

“I do not,” Peter said. Ned gave him a look. “I just don’t think we click.”

“How would you know that? You’ve never spent time with her alone and you don’t talk to her.”

“Call it a gut feeling,” he muttered.

“Peter, that’s really unfair to Y/N because you’re not giving her a chance to prove herself. You’re judging her without getting to know her.”

“Can we just drop it, Ned?” Peter pleaded. “You sound like MJ and I don’t need to be scolded today.”

Ned sighed, obviously torn between wanting to respect his best friend’s wishes, but also trying to put you in a good light because he genuinely cares for you. He was in the crossfire and in an awkward spot but he knew that he didn’t want to lose either of you any time soon.

“Maybe you should ask her to hang out.”

“Ned,” Peter said, more sternly this time.

“Okay, okay. No more Y/N talk, got it.”

There was an awkward minute of silence before Ned spoke up again.

“So, uh, how are things going with your Spider-Man gig?”

“Pretty good,” Peter said, his mood changing almost instantly. Ned was grateful that he was distracted with Spider-Man talk. “Mr. Stark’s upgrading my suit a little and he’s updating Karen, adding some defensive-combat skills. I don’t really know what that means but he said he’d show me this weekend.”

“Being an Avenger must be so cool.”

Peter became flustered. “I mean, it’s pretty cool.”

“Maybe I can meet Tony one day. What do you say?” Peter gave him a look. “One day,” he said nonchalantly. “Do you think Y/N likes the Avengers?”

“Ned,” Peter said sternly. “I don’t want to talk about Y/N right now, okay? If you really need to know, something about her rubs me the wrong way and until I can figure out why, it’s for the best.”

“Why don’t you just ask her?”

“Oh yeah,” said Peter, sarcastically. “Like she’s going to tell me. What if she tells me a lie?”

“You have a point,” he said. “Well, do I stop talking to her?”

Peter sighed. “Do what you want, man. All I’m saying is we can’t trust her.”

“Is this Peter or Spider-Man talking?”

“I don’t know,” Peter confessed. “Just be careful, okay?”

“I think you’re thinking way too deeply into this,” Ned began. “You’ve barely spoken to her and you’ve done nothing to figure out why you hate her so much.”

“I don’t hate her,” Peter replied.

“Well, it sure looks like it. I can see that she gets a little hurt when you don’t invite her to things and MJ and I have to cover for you and say we didn’t know you didn’t invite her.”

“What can I do, Ned?” Peter asked. “Everything in me is telling me not to trust her because she’s got some weird thing going on with her.”

“And you would know if you spent more time with her,” Ned suggested. “Look, I’m not asking you to become her best friend, but she’s been a part of our friend group since last semester and you’re giving her the cold shoulder.”

“It’s probably for a good reason.”

“No, you’re just being a dumb teenager, Peter.”

“So you don’t believe me?”

Ned shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know what to believe. I’ve never doubted you and I’m not doubting you now, but you’re not giving Y/N the benefit of the doubt, and you’re making assumptions without even getting to know her. Even MJ likes her.”

“Okay, I guess you made a point. And yeah, if MJ liked her right off the bat then I guess that counts for something.” Ned smiled and held up his hand for a high-five.

“There you go! I’m sure Spider-Man will figure something out, but Peter Parker needs to be a good friend. She seems so defeated whenever you’re around because she knows you don’t like her.”

“I don’t not like her. I’m just…cautious.”

“You being cautious has never worked well for anyone,” Ned said, rolling his eyes. “But then again, neither has being reckless. Just stick in the gray area, okay? You can operate there.”

“Jesus, you even sound like Mr. Stark,” Peter said, rolling his eyes with a laugh.

“Wanna grab some sandwiches from Delmar’s? I’m kind of starving right now.”

“You read my mind.”

***

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Digimon Adventure/02/Tri. ~ x Kagerou Project / Mekakucity Actors “BLINDFOLD CODE” [“Mekakushi Code”] AMV (original song with lyrics: HERE!) [music (C) Jin] [Vocaloid (Singer): Miku Hatsune] (originating series info here) featuring implied DUO/SHIP: Taichi Yagami [Taichi “Tai” Kamiya] x Koushiro(u) Izumi [Koushiro “Izzy” Izumi] also known as: [KOUTAI] / [TAIKOU] / [Taishiro(u)]

PAST AMVS / VIDEO EDITS IN THIS SERIES: Kagerou Daze (Heat-Haze Daze) / Children Record / RED / Additional Memory and Imaginary Reload music edits for KageDaze / Days (short edit) / Lost Time Memory / Yesterday Evening / Summertime Record/ Shounen Brave / Outer Science / Headphone Actor (short edit) / DAZE (short version / TV Size OP) / KOUSHIROS ? CYBER JOURNEY / Brave Heart x Kaien Panzermast / Night Tales Deceive [Yobanashi Deceive] / [KOUSHIRO’S] Imaginary World REPEATVERSE/EXTENDED STORY INTRODUCTION: HERE (*note: extended summary contains some spoilers for the fic) [however, it also explains the worldbuilding involve and plot setup!] (* It’s ok to start on/only watch this current AMV!) [*You may understand the story/implied timeline of things better if you begin from my “Kagerou Daze” AMV, though it’s also not required! “Children Record” is also recommended as a starting point/upbeat song!]

- part of my Taishiro [Taichi x Koushiro] REPEAT?_ Fic-verse (please note any and all notes/trigger warnings for said ficverse!!) [seriously, please note the warnings, the plot is kinda heavy] (please note any and all warnings for Kagepro’s plot too if you look into that!!) - no, it’s NOT a direct parody (but v[ERY] inspired) (if you can’t tell) - watching it in HIGH(ER) QUALITY at the original Youtube link is encouraged! - to do so, go to the original youtube link, click “HD” button, then “1080p”!

- slight Tri spoilers through to “Our Future” (Movie #6) are in here - HOWEVER they are mostly super-short “aesthetic”-like scenes ( in amv ) - in this amv, more specifically - more generally nice Tri!Koushiro and Tri!Taichi “aesthetic” scenes - however, a scene showing the aftermath of + the final battle are included - some “Digimon Adventure:” (2020 Reboot anime) scenes from the 1st two episodes + ending theme particularly, are included as well! - only a few however, but maybe some significant moments {of Yamato screentime}!

- short version of implied story/plot of this series: T I M E L O O P S - Tri is here because … ah … … - let’s just say it’s probably AT LEAST ONE part of the “start” of it all ah - KOUSHIRO IZUMI VOICE : ( ‘ W H Y ’ ) - DO THEY MAKE IT TO THE END - @ TAICHI & KOUSHIRO, ARE YOU SURE YOU /WANT/ TO ——- - TBH HOW MUCH do KOUSHIRO or TAICHI even REALLY REMEMBER - MUCH LESS THE REST OF THEM - who even knows after a certain point anymore - timeloops are fun !! ! ! (this particular AMV also explains SOME of it …) - Note: this AMV is a preliminary version, and WILL likely be remade / with additional or replaced scenes in the future.

- (THIS IS MORE LIKE MORE OF ' WHAT THE HECK IS EVERYONE ELSE EVEN *DOING* DURING Main Story!REPEATVERSE ' y e a H) - [A LOT OF YAMATO, + also some SORA in this one since - I didn't feature them as much in the AMVs before either a-aaa] - (JouMi also cameos in their similar-to-past appearances roles)

more serious note: - honestly, I put a bit of introspective thought into this AMV parody too. - particularly the ending reflects the results of these thoughts.

“ Will you   REJOIN   US ? ”

“ or will you stay    out there ? ”

“ THE CHOICE   IS   YOURS . ”

- a feeling I wanted to convey

Further LYRICS under the “read more”!:

{Lyrics Preview #2}:

... And come to think of it , {I’M} A

"2D,

COMMUNICATIONS - DISORDERED---"

---- But that's no problem, RIGHT? ...

"This FEELING’S the BEST!"

"Proceed with   THE OPERATION ."

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- ...... tbh this AMV is basically All The DigiAdvs POLYSHIPS for me personally - BUT you can basically read it as any combo of ships featured here yeah: i.e. you can see it as Taishiro + Sorato + Joumi duos OR ..... YAMATAIKOU + Joumi, ( YamaTaikou + Jourami for OT3s ?? ? ? ) Taishiro + YAMAJOU + SoMi combos are fine too!!, Taishiro + YAMAJOURAMI OT4 wHO EVEN KNOWS ANYMORE - ( THAT'S WHY THIS IS A FICVERSE YUP )

- you can probably tell but I basically threw in literally any scene that could fit this thing / MAKE IT WORK a-ahaaaa - I HAVE TROUBLE PICKING FROM SO MANY GOOD ADVS SCENES - IT'S ALSO A FAST AND LONG SONG - yeah I got lazy editing - ... ... I still tried a bit ?? ?

- bit scenes from Bokura no Mirai do appear towards end / final chorus - there is a general STORYLINE going on with all of this too yEAH

- EVEN mAKI GETS ANOTHER MOMENT IN THIS - DID YOU KNOW MAKI AND THE KAGEPRO THIS SONG IS FOR ( A CERTAIN TSUBOMI KIDO ) ( MORE COMMONLY CALLED AS “KIDO” ) - ( YES, KAGEPROS ALSO A “ KIDO ” SURNAME ) - SHARE THE EXACT SAME SEIYUU / VOICE ACTRESS . NO ? - WELL NOW YOU KNOW

- PLS IMAGINE MAKI DOING KIDO'S " BLINDFOLD COMPLETE " " MISSION START ! " PHRASES ETC ETC - LITERALLY THEY BASICALLY SOUND PRETTY CLOSE / EXACT TOO

( NOT SUBBED YET BECAUSE I'M ..... LAZY AND SLOW ;A; I’M SORRY ) - this song also does NOT have an originating music video to parody off of - however, it does have a fanmade animation here ! - but please remember that parody + its interpretations are UNOFFICIAL ! - You can ALSO read this AMV as 'and then Yamato became the biggest Koushiro supporter + Taishiro shipper' - because yes this AMV is also basically Yamato @-ng Taichi with " COME ON ALREADY I GOT YOU " etc etc ahaaa - tbh Yamato fits "BLOND HEEL" part better but tBH SORATOS FRIENDSHIP ANYWAY - I like the idea of Sora being completely IN-TUNE with Yamato during all of this thing too yeahyeahyea ;A; - there’s a ton of hidden implications / puns I threw into this thing as well - PLOT HINTINGS AND REFERENCES ETC. ETC. - if you can catch them all ?!? ? ? -  ^ t B H MAINLY I JUST WANTED TO TIME THOSE BITS IN - THE 1ST CHORUS AND ALSO M A K I more serious note: - honestly, I put a bit of introspective thought into this AMV parody too. - particularly the ending reflects the results of these thoughts.

“ Will you   REJOIN   US ? ”

“ or will you stay    out there ? ”

“ THE CHOICE   IS   YOURS . ”

- a feeling I wanted to convey

LYRICS under the “read more”!:

[ Verse 1 ] The vanishing world of hope has become too heavy to fly... And still, I [ IMPORT ] my [ Mistakes ].

The [ INSTRUMENT ? ] in my pants pocket vibrates with the code ... I put in my [ H E A D S E T ] and pull up my hood , ... so it's no problem for the moment ,

" BLINDFOLDING C O M P L E T E ."

The usual invisible status quo ,

If the [ EMERGENCY LIGHT ] FLASHES R E D ,

the SURROUNDINGS will BECOME SURREAL a g a i n . . .

[ CHORUS 1 ]

Even if today unexpectedly doesn't come, I can escape to the LO-FI landscape

A LIFETIME OF ANXIETY    AWAITS YOU TOMORROW ,

" Come, come. Is it softening or not ? "

If you ROCK TO the PULSING BEAT , you'll find it's NOT SO BAD !

Hey, you CAN'T    GET TIRED OF THIS   YET ! [ Verse 2 ]

Swallow your heart's vanity; [ to the right ] of the [ 2nd circuit breaker ] . . .

If YOUR HEART is [ filled with EXPECTATIONS ] , your lips will widen with a GRIN ? -----

GETTING [ GROOVY ] , I ran A SLIGHT    L E A D . . .

Through atmosphere [ I was USED TO ] ;

-- and if    [ NO ONE    NOTICES ] ,

then it's ALL ALRIGHT !

" Proceed with   THE OPERATION . "

Another [ 20 minutes -- ? ]

you WON'T [ BACK OUT ] , WILL YOU ?

RETIE your SNEAKERS

" Look, there's [ THE SIGNAL ] . LET'S GO [ COOLY ] ! "

[ CHORUS 2 ]

If your body temperature is rising, you can take off quickly with the high-pass;

To the left of [ HUGE CITY ] , to the WEST, to the NORTH, to [ YOUR SIDE ] ----

" Hey , HEY , are Y O U [ ALMOST OVER ] ? "

The BLOND HEEL  L A U G H S ,

Unfortunately , I WOULDN’T KNOW .

... You can't    HIDE . [ Verse 3 ]

The NUMBER OF MEMBERS  is  UNLIMITED ,

Of course, PARTICIPATION [ IN THE MIDDLE ? ] IS ENCOURAGED ....

The application guidelines are unconditional

[ UNIFORMS ] ARE OPTIONAL .

E V E N  Y O U , who's PROCLAIMED YOURSELF [ N A I V E ]

may JOIN US with [ THE PASSWORD ]

... And come to think of it , I’M A

" 2D OTAKU

COMMUNICATIONS - DISORDERED *

hikikomori   NEET "

---- But that's no problem , R I G H T ? ...

" This feeling's the BEST ! "

The warning alarm relentlessly FLASHES with a " PEEKEE " noise

If you're suddenly surrounded by neon lights , take off your hood  AND SHOW YOURSELF !

                                          [ " R E A D Y ?? ? _ " ] **

( Final Chorus )

Even if today unexpectedly doesn't come ,

I can escape to the LO-FI landscape

... And along with YOU who's FILLED WITH    ANXIETY ,

... I think I can   HEAD TO   TOMORROW .

" Come , come . It WASN'T SO BAD ! "

... If you rub your   RED EYES   and L O O K ,

... What's this? It  WASN'T FOR NOTHING !

WELL THEN , inside where it ISN'T COLD ,

... Shall we   HELP OURSELVES ?

* - in the song, while the intentions of this line are not made totally clear in Kagepros canon, - in the FICVERSE, I basically heavily coded my interpretation of Koushiro Izumi as AUTISTIC + with ANXIETY - ... I have BOTH, ok, I think I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING when writing from my own experiences - Taichi Yagami probably ALSO has autism + anxiety - ( lbr in my ficverse anyway he probably does ) - ( I’M WRITING HIM BASED FROM MY EXPERIENCES TOO OK ) - ANYHOW yup used this line as a direct pun in relation ... - ** “ READY?_ ” is my olllld pre-ficverse Taishiro FST (fan soundtrack) - made this thing DURING TRI ERA - basically threw a lot of its inspirations TOO into Repeatverse - THE CLIP HERE IS ALSO FROM ORIGINATING ANIME - “ The Disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya ” ( Movie ) / ” the Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya ” ( series )

- BTW RE: MAKI AND KIDO SHARING SEIYUU - SERIOUSLY

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American Money: Chapter One - Summertime

Bucky Barnes AU

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2610

Warnings: death. criminal acts, graphic scenes including blood and injuries

Summary: Going on a road trip with your best friend Bucky to Lake Erie  ended quicker than you thought it would. The car crash turned yours and Bucky’s life around from living in Manhattan, to staying at different motels every night and running from the police.

“How did this happen?” A question only two people can answer. And one of them is dead.

A/N: This has been long awaited... I came up with this idea while going back home from my holiday in Bavaria. A lot of research has been going into this series and I’m scared to upload this tbh. This is obviously part one of my entry of @flannelplanet 3k follower spooky writing challenge! The prompt I chose is not in this chapter lmao but it will be in chapter two! I’m always nervous to upload something. This time is no different. I hope you guys like this as much as I looked writing this. Chapter Two is already finished so.. yeah.. enjoy :)

Prompt: “Orange isn’t just for Weasely’s.”

The tears in my eyes blurred my vision terribly, rolling down my cheeks like they’ve done for the past three hours. My eyes fixed on the dark road in front of me, the trees disappearing beside me. Only the moon and the bag of money accompanying me on my journey. I didn’t want to look, but my eyes flickered up to the review mirror of the Cadillac.

There he is, lying on the floor. Blood and dirt coating his messy brown hair. The ringing in my ears tuned out the sirens, but I could clearly see the blurry red and blue lights through my tears.

And I screamed, I yelled out to no one. Hitting the steering wheel, adverting my gaze back on the road. How did this happen?

Just how?

Five Days Earlier - Friday

“God, I love this song.” Bucky turned the volume up way too loud and waved his arms around in a poor attempt of dancing in the passenger seat.

I took my left hand off the steering wheel and lazily draped it out of the window. We drove through some very nature lenient road on our way to Lake Erie, the place we’ve been going to every year since we became friends, which was a very long time ago. I remember going there with Bucky’s parents when we were young, before we started to drive there on our own.

It’s a day worth of driving, but we’ve always had a lot of fun on the way there. So much so that the road trip there seemed to be the main event. We were passing through Allegheny National Forest, leaving Sheffield a few miles behind us. The heavy trees on either side preventing the morning sun to pass through, leaving a cold trace in the air from the night.

“Do you think we’ll be there by eleven am?” Bucky turned the volume down a little, glancing down to the watch on his right wrist.

“I hope so. Kind of tired of driving through the forest.” I took my arm away and rolled up the window, gripping the steering wheel with both hands now.

“Do you want me to take over?” He asked me, but it’s only been about three hours since I took over, so I declined his offer.

“Can you hand me one of those granola bars?” I held my hand out to Bucky, still looking at the road in front of me. Bucky placed the opened granola bar in my hand, and I started eating.

“You can eat a thousand of those if you wanted to, doll.”

“Absolutely! One of my favourite foods.”

“I know, I’m the one providing you with those things.” He looked at me

“I don’t know what you have against granola bars.” I said, taking a bite while looking over to Bucky.

He looked away again and chuckled slightly. “There is nothing worse that granola bars. Honestly the only thing worse than that is Pineapple on pizza.”

“I agree with you on the pineapple on pizza part.”

Within a split second and without realising it, my body was thrown forward, my head hitting the steering wheel so hard that I thought I would pass out. My car came to a sudden halt, stopping right in front of the car that crashed into mine. A black Mercedes, the driver’s head on his steering wheel. Blood appeared to be coating the black leather, running down his forehead. The hairs on my body rising with every second that passed. The sweat on my face dripping onto my hands. A shiver ran down my spine.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Bucky getting out and walk towards the victim’s vehicle. He stood in front of it for a few seconds before turning around to face me, his complexion worryingly pale. Bucky got back into my car, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask him if the man was ok. I couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Drive.” Bucky spoke in a cold tone, his body stiff. The air in my car seemed non-existent, thickened by the atmosphere.

“What?” I asked him in disbelieve. Looking over to him, I saw the sweat that had started to roll down his face.

“Drive, y/n, drive.” He said once again without giving me a proper reason. I couldn’t understand why.

Despite all efforts to disobey him, I started the engine and slowly drove past the Mercedes. I didn’t pay attention to where I’m going nor did I look at the man once again. All I could do is drive.

“Bucky what do we do now? Do we call the police?”

“No, this wasn’t our fault.”

“But he needs help, if we just leave him then- “

“That’s none of our concern, y/n. Let’s look for a motel and drive back to Manhattan tomorrow using a different route.” His voice cracking every few words.

Still confused and shocked, I drove for what seemed like hours. The signs telling us that we were going in the direction of Chicago, a place we weren’t planning on going to.

After a while the world gave me a sign that it was in fact still turning and the sun started to lower on the horizon, speeding towards its’s hideout.

“Over there.” I followed Bucky’s finger pointing to a Motel. “Let’s stay there for the night.”

I followed my best friends’ instructions and left the not so busy highway, pulling into the Motel. Bucky got out, handling everything while I sat in my car leaning back. This felt like a bizarre nightmare.

He came back and gestured for me to get out with a wave of his hand. “We got room number twelve. They didn’t have a room with separate beds though.”

“That’s alright.”

“Ok, let’s go check it out.”

I followed him to our noble estate for the night, walking up the metal staircase and into the corridor looking over the parking lot. The room wasn’t too bad and cleaner than I expected.

“This is quite alright for one night.” I looked over to Bucky to see what he was thinking and from his facial expression, he also wasn’t too appalled of the room.

We placed our suitcases on the floor and got into our pyjamas, laying on the bed next to each other. With nothing to do I stared up to the ceiling, my mind wandering off to the black Mercedes. I questioned everything I did. From hitting that man with my car, to driving away without calling the cops or an ambulance. And I realised what I have done.

“I’m a criminal.” I spoke softly, quiet. Like I didn’t even believe in the words I spoke. As if someone forced me to say it. Quiet, as if saying it a little too loudly would make it even more real.

“No, you’re not.” Bucky rolled over to his side, facing me. “He drove way too fast to see he was even coming.” He put his left hand on mine, his lips curling up to a sad smile.

I closed my eyes, focusing on his warm hand. Tomorrow we’ll drive back to Manhattan and everything we’ll be alright. The police will find that man and report that he was at fault. There is no way someone would find out we were even there.

Saturday – Day One

I woke up to noises in the room and opened my eyes. Bucky stood at the foot of the bed closing our suitcases, already fully dressed. He noticed that I was awake and turned the TV of.

“Are we leaving already?”

“Do you want to stay?” Bucky smiled at me, knowing my answer.

“No, absolutely not. It’s just really early, can we at least have breakfast first?” I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

“Y/n, look.” Bucky sat next to me on the edge of the bed. “This morning I saw on the news that they’ve found that man and they think someone had something to do with it.”

“What? But they could never find out it’s us, could they?”

“I’m not sure. That’s why we must be careful. I think It’s best we don’t go back to Manhattan.”

I threw the blanket away from my legs and stared at Bucky in disbelieve. “What do you mean ‘not go back’ where should we go according to you?”

“Los Angeles.”

I got out of bed, walking up and down the room. “Are you insane, why LA?”

He stood up from the bed as well and started walking towards me. “Y/n, it’s really far away- “

“yeah no shit.”

“Look, it’s really far away and not that long of a drive. Like six days.”

“Oh yeah that’s not long at all. Totally not expensive either. Bucky we can’t just leave everything behind. It’s not like people aren’t going to be wondering where we are.”

“Then we’ll just tell them that we’ve decided to stay at Lake Erie. Everyone knows how much we love it there.”

“That’s just ridiculous! Bucky, we must go back. Do you really want to leave everything we’ve built behind?”

“If not going to jail is the option? Yes!”

“We spend the last three years working on our own Café, bringing our dream to life and now you want to leave all that behind?”

“I know this is upsetting and not going back to our dream is the last thing I want to do, but we’ve killed someone. We committed a crime.”

“Then let’s turn our self in.”

“No.”

“Oh my god. This is now the second most frustrating conversation I’ve had with you in years.”

“Oh, you mean the number one most frustrating conversation we’ve had was about what espresso beans we should use.” Bucky started chuckling, making me even more frustrated that he didn’t take this as seriously right now.

“Stop, this is a serious matter. Let’s just say we go to Los Angeles, what then?”

“I have a friend there, Sam, he can help us out.”

“Help us out with what?”

“Built a new life or get out of America.”

My mind was going a hundred miles per hour at this point. All of this just didn’t seem real. Getting out of Manhattan, my hometown, the Café I’ve worked on so hard just left to collect dust, for someone to take it and turn it into a bar? No way. All the friends- well, I don’t have a lot of those, but still.

Bucky walked over to me, gently grabbing my shoulders. “Look, this isn’t easy, for both of us. But we must do this. If we stick together, we can get to Los Angeles in six days.” Bucky wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly.

We packed our suitcases back in the truck of my Honda and drove back on the highway. Chicago was our next destination for now and we had about two hours to get there. The music from the radio occupied my brain with something other than the man I killed.

“We definitely have to stock up on supplies in Chicago. We need some food to survive this journey.”

I looked over to Bucky, who was making a list of things we need for our trip on his phone.

“What are we going to do about electricity?”

“We just have to be really sparingly about using our phones. When and if we sleep at a motel, we can just charge it there.” Bucky said, still looking down at his phone.

“Use sparingly, huh? How about you use the pen and notebook that I have in my bag to make that list of yours.” I turned my head to look at Bucky, a smug smile on my face.

“Fuck off.” Bucky laughed, rummaging through my bag for something to write with, along with my notebook.

‘A man about thirty-two, has been found dead a few miles from Sheffield in Allegheny National Forest on Friday. His black Mercedes appeared to have crushed with a car driving the opposite direction. The driver of the other car has left the crime scene without contacting the authorities and is now being searched for.’

A cold sweat collected on my back, running down my spine. A sharp pain in my chest made it almost impossible to breathe. Immediately without warning, my body temperature rose rapidly.

“Pull over, y/n.” Bucky’s voice ringing in my ears, I pulled over. His face just as pale as mine, he held my hands. “It’s going to be alright.”

I couldn’t get a word out, telling him to just stop saying that. The police are looking for me. Bucky turned the radio off and I was grateful for that, but the damage has been done. I couldn’t stop repeating the words in my head. This was the first time I heard about this with my own ears.

“I’m driving now, get into the passenger seat.” Bucky got out of the car and opened my door. I struggled to get out, my legs almost giving in. He wrapped his arms around my body and all I could do is let go. His shirt collecting my tears.

I sat down in the passenger seat while Bucky drove my car. The rest of the way to Chicago was horrible. I’ve never done anything remotely close to committing a crime. This didn’t feel real. I’m just glad to have Bucky with me. He’s always been the one to keep the situation calm. No matter what came up in my life, he was always the one to calm me down. Even when all our plans seemed to fail to open the Café, he was the one handling everything.

“We’re almost there.” Bucky looked over to me and I could see that he was tired. I knew he wouldn’t admit it, but I knew this was just as difficult for him as it is for me. He finally had his life together after the death of his parents, getting back onto his feet.

The city of Chicago was right in front of us, skyscrapers welcoming us. I’ve never been to Chicago and to be honest, I don’t want to stay here. All I want is to go home.

We drove through the city for a little while, looking for a supermarket. We pulled over and decided to go into one that wasn’t too busy. After all, we (or more like me) are still criminals.

Upon walking in, I already felt like someone was about to call the police on us, even if not even the police know what the person who killed that man looks like.

We stocked up on a few supplies like water, food and cigarettes. I usually don’t smoke, but in situations like this, I just can’t help myself.

We stayed at a hotel more on the outside of the city. The place seemed to be a little run down, but we didn’t mind. The room though, oh god. The awful floral print on the bedding just screamed for us to get out and the view on a dumpster didn’t make up for it either.

“We need to plan where to go next.” Bucky pulled out a map that we bought at the store and we started to plan our trip.

We knew that we had to pull over for brakes and stay at Motels time after time, so the best solution was to drive for about five days. Our next stop being Omaha, Nebraska.

We got into our beds and I fell asleep instantly. The past two days felt like a nightmare that I am going to wake up from tomorrow and instead of sleeping in a shabby hotel in Chicago, I’m staying at our usual resort at Lake Erie.  

[aewdiablo-archived]

HEADCANONS QUESTIONS: Justin Khan 💨

1. What are three Netflix shows that they’ve rated five stars?

A) All American, Good Girls, The End of the F***ing World.

2. Where do they prefer to read? On the sofa, in bed, at a table, on the porch, in a cafe?

B) He doesn’t do much reading but if he does, he prefers to read in his bed.

3. Do they like to play games? What kind of games: video, card, board? What are some of their favorites?

C) Justin enjoys playing GTA and the old school wrestling games on his PS2. He hates the newer ones.

4. What’s their food weakness? What food can they never turn down?

D) Nachos and French Fries.

5. Do they prefer movies or TV shows? Why?

E) Movies. He gets bored if they don’t wrap up the plot soon.

6. What holiday is their favorite? Which is their least favorite?

F) He doesn’t like any holidays. He actually hates them all.

7. What’s their diet like? Are they vegetarian, vegan? Do they have any food allergies that make them have a special diet?

G) No special diet, he mostly eats junk food since he barely knows how to cook.

8. What sort of toys did they play with as a child?

H) He played with wrestling action figures and whatever Harry Potter toys he could get his hands on.

9. How often do they go grocery shopping? Do they tend to do one large trip, or smaller ones throughout the week?

I) Justin usually makes small trips during the week.

10. Do they eat breakfast? What’s a typical breakfast look like for them?

J) He can live off French toast and bacon. Anything with those two. He’s not a fan of eggs.

11. Do they like going to museums? What type of museums do they like to go to? Art, science, historical; interactive, quiet, a mix?

K) Lately, he’s been really into art history museums, both quiet and interactive.

12. How do they organize their books? Alphabetical by author, by title? By size, color, date published? Is there any rhyme or reason?

L) the only books he owns are the Harry Potter series and he organized them from the order they came out.

13. Have they ever been do Disney World/Land, or any other amusement park? What do they prefer to do at them: go on the rides, play the games, eat the food?

M) The Wizarding World of Harry Potter is his favorite part of the entire thing. That’s the only thing he embraces.

14. How do they eat their popcorn? What do they put on it?

N) extra butter and extra butter only.

15. When do they pay their bills? As soon as the bill comes in? At the last moment? Or are most of their bills automatically taken out of their account?

O) last minute as fuck

16. What time do they normally go to bed? How many hours of sleep do they usually need to function in the morning?

P) Justin goes to bed at around 2 in the morning but he only sleeps for a good six hours on a good day.

17. Do they have cable, or do they rely mostly on Netflix, Hulu, and other streaming services?

Q) Mostly on streaming services

18. What is their preferred weather? What would be a perfect weather day?

R) between 70 and 75 degrees. Not too hot, not too cold.

19. Are they more of a snacker throughout the day, or they eat three meals and call it a day?

S) he’s more of a snacker.

20. Have they ever had an imaginary friend?

T) No.

21. What were they a part of in high school/college, if they went? Were they a part of any clubs, did they play any sports? What clique would they have been considered a part of?

U) Justin dropped out of high school at 16 but before, he wasn’t apart of anything because nothing took his interest.

22. Do they have a favorite restaurant? How often do they go to it, and what’s their usual order?

V) Not necessarily a favorite restaurant, but whenever he can and is in New York, he goes to Coney Island for a chili cheese dog.

23. How do they prefer to watch movies? In the theater, on a streaming site, from an owned DVD/digital download, rented from somewhere?

W) streaming or rented from somewhere.

24. Do they watch any sports? What are they a fan of, and what teams do they root for? Do they watch the games/matches on TV or do they try to be there for some in person? Do they just catch the highlights on their phone later on?

X) Wrestling is the only sport.

25. What do they prefer to do in the summertime? Do they like going to the beach, do they prefer camping, staying in the city? Do they like to stay indoors and away from the heat?

Y) Justin likes to go camping in the woods during the summer and makes it an annual thing since renting the same cabin each year.

[until-theend-oftheline]

Kari’s MCU Summer Writing Challenge

Hi y’all. Summer is finally here so it’s time for a challenge. I chose to use a few different types of prompts this time. There are 15 word prompts, 15 songs and 15 dialogue prompts. You have to use your prompt. So if you pick a song or a word it’s not enough to mention it. You have to somehow focus the fic around the lyrics (you don’t have to quote them but use the theme) or the dialogue/word prompt.  You only have to pick one prompt per fic and one pairing off the list. I hope you wanna play and have some fun with me this summer :D

Due Date: August 3rd, 2019

Word min: 500 words

Word Max: 6k words

Style: It can be a drabble, one shot or the beginning of a series. Do not put in in the middle of an ongoing series since I plan on reading them and don’t want to read 10 parts of something to understand the entry.

Fandom: MCU - mostly

Will you read and reblog my fic?

You betcha :D I am behind on reading for previous challenges so patience is a virtue here

When Do I Post?

Right now. Sign Ups start now and end when there are no more prompts or when the due date rolls around

Genre: Anything you want. You have to be over 18 if you write smut and you always have to warn accordingly! Fluff, angst, AUs, and crack are all welcome.

Limits on what you can write: No Mommy/Daddy kinks, no non/dub con, no A/B/O, no merpeople. No half animal anything, please. No mobster aus. No monster porn (this counts Venom and Hulk) No glorification on cheating (it’s okay as a plot device but use it with thought), no wife, s/o (even exes) or actor hate in rpfs! - if you got any questions at any time feel free to send me an ask,

NO BDSM INVOLVING BUCKY - NEITHER IN SHIPS OR READER INSERTS! PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL OF HIS PTSD! DON’T TURN HIS ARM INTO A KINK FOR ANYONE - IT’S A DISABILITY AND CONNECTED TO GREAT TRAUMA.

Format: State in your A/N that it is for my (until-theend-oftheline) Kari’s Summer Writing Challenge. And use the # Kari’s Summer Writing Challenge in the first 5 tags.

Pairing and word count also have to be easy to spot in your header!

Submit: After you posted on Tumblr you have to add yourself and your fic to this doc.  If you don’t do this you will not be added to the masterlist I create when the challenge is over. If you got questions - just ask :D

Doc link it case Tumblr is an ass: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vuVYEHmpvOPtIa5X50d3VC9MOa-cPKWuSr2D33cVg8U/edit?usp=sharing

How do I join?

You pick a prompt and a pairing off the list. Then you go to this doc to sign up: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ll0w6MiJmS36RiYfEv8o03ICrRUyaG2xYM4szj7d4e0/edit?usp=sharing

If you got any problems let me know and I will sign you up manually. Any questions are welcomed via asks as well.

Prompts and pairings are under the cut.

Pairings

No male readers - gender neutral are fine otherwise female.

General Fics - character or rpf are both fine.

All genders, skin tones etc. OCs are welcome as well.

Sister/daughter/romantic/friendship reader pairings for following are all fine - just let me know which (I prefer romantic or friendship but no pressure):

Actors

Sebastian Stan

Chris Evans

Bradley Cooper

Chris Hemsworth

Robert Downey Jr.

Tom Hiddleston

Elizabeth Olsen

Tom Hardy

Characters

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Wanda Maximoff

Sam Wilson

Brunnhilde/Valkyrie

Natasha Romanoff

Clint Barton

Wade Wilson

Eddie Brock (no monster porn please!)*

Ships (all are allowed as poly with reader too):

Stucky

Winterwitch

Winterwidow

Winterhawk

Winterfalcon

Sam x Clint (I don’t know their ship name)

Clintasha

Steggy

Thundershield

Thor x Valkyrie (also forgot the ship name)

Activity and word prompts

1 Heatwave

2 Barbeque

3 Camping

4 Bonfire

5 Stargazing

6 Skinny dipping

7 Painting the house

8 Breakfast on the roof

9 Sunburn

10 Water Fight

11 A/C broken

12 Hot summer night

13 Summer Rain

14 Thunderstorm

15 Icecream  

Song Prompts:

16 Bonfire Hearts - James Blunt

17 Here Comes the Sun - The Beatles

18 Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey

19 Night Moves - Bob Seger

20 California Girls - Beach Boys

21 Long Hot Summer - Keith Urban

22 Sangria - Blake Shelton

23 Toes - Zac Brown Band

24 Malibu - Miley Cyrus

25 Drops of Jupiter - Train

26 The Script - Breakeven

27 Roses - The Chainsmokers

28 Adventure of a Lifetime - Coldplay

29 Avicii - Wake Me Up

30 Best Day of My Life - American Authors

Dialogue Prompts:

31 “What do you want me to do? Battle a shark and swim to shore?”

32 “I need a hug but I’m so hot I don’t want anyone to touch me!”

33 “The summer sun is not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belong in the rain”

34 “You’re hot!” “I know” “Not what I meant dumbass”

35 “I never thought I’d say this but put on a shirt before you burn

36 “I told you I’d save you a seat in hell”

37 “That’s not what I meant when I said we should have a bonfire!”

38 “Are you seriously going for a run in this heat?”

39 “If you throw me in I’ll kill you!”

40 “I think I am about to spontaneously combust”

41 “Ohmygod is that rain ever gonna stop?”

42 “Dude! That’s not what ice cubes are for!”

43 “Was that an explosion or thunder?”

44 “I think the surfboard just tried to kill me.”

45 “I always wanted a beach wedding”

@ifyougetkilled-walk-it-off @captain-rogers-beard @dolphinpink310 @grace-for-sale @docharleythegeekqueen @rebelslicious @thorne93 @hillywooddestiel @peterman-parker @queen-of-deans-booty @acreativelydifferentlove @avengerscompound @blacktithe7 @becs-bunker @roxyspearing @blacktithe7 @cassiefanfic @readitandweepfics @kayla-of-shield @fangirlextraordinaire @thatfanficstuff @danijimenezv @hopes-archer @marvelentertainment_madam08 @averyrogers83 @thelookingglassalice @slowlywithfreedom

@awkwardfangirl2014 @dottirose

@softlybarnes @kentuckybarnes @jewels2876 @barnesrogersvstheworld @evanstarff @evansrogerskitten @sebs-potato

[fuckyeahkagepro]

KINDA... just VENTING HERE A BIT but

You all, not gonna lie, I’m tired. I’m. very. TIRED.

I tried to lighten the mood a bit with Pride headcanons (also because I got that huge burst of inspiration to FINALLY SAY THEM YEAH but)

----- I’m tired.

I’ve been in this fandom for a VERY. LONG. TIME. Y’know? since Kisaragi Attention was new is when I REALLY began paying attention. But technically I was seeing Kagepro all over my dash since KONOHA’S STATE OF THE WORLD WAS NEW. (And tbh a bit before that too tbh it was probably more like since Imagination Forest) BUT YEAH I’VE SEEN THINGS.

IF YOU WERE HERE pre-2016, I’m probably ? AWARE OF YOU if you’ve posted a lot. (ESPECIALLY IF YOU USED THE MAIN TAGS. OR MAKE CONTENTS.)

If you WERE HERE SINCE 2012 ERA --- I am almost DEFINITELY aware of you (TO AN EXTENT). (because i was a huge lurker and never actually interacted with people much) but I know those who were here probably realize that I AM AWARE OF YOU.

WAY BACK when I first made this blog, I was basically a nobody. (to an extent I STILL AM A NOBODY when it comes to content creations because WHOA I cannot art at all) All I did was? Reblog Kagepro. and make an amv once but yeah REBLOGGED. A LOT. OF KAGEPRO.

FROM EVERYONE. E V E R Y O N E.

(and there were still many, many, M A N Y more blogs doing the same) I’ve been searching old archives for canon references lately - I’d see YEARS-OLD arts, gifs, etc. - go ‘wait, did I reblog that already?’ - WHOOPS YUP I DID

If you were very active then, you PROBABLY have A TAG on this blog this is because I have xkit set to automatically tag by username of OPs ... And you know what I’m seeing a lot of, LATELY ?

A LOT OF PEOPLE who seemingly ----- WELL.

-- You know what, LET ME BACKTRACK A BIT.

YOU ALL WANT TO KNOW WHAT HELPED THIS BLOG KEEP GOING ?

(^ “6 YEARS AGO”)

(^ FYI to anyone who may still be wondering: YES YOU CAN)

(^ I HAVE VERY VIVID MEMORIES OF THIS DAY) (^ AND RECEIVING THIS ASK YEAH) (^ I WAS LITERALLY OUT OF TOWN WHEN STR DROPPED)

(^ FYI IF YOU’RE STILL WONDERING:

WELL WE FINALLY HAVE “MY FUNNY WEEKEND” BUT IN TERMS OF A PV

Y E S ) [ ALSO YOU KNEW ME SURPRISINGLY WELL FOR BACK THEN ]

(^ “ the only bad thing is that everyone is now gone ” ) ....................

Hey. hey. SEE ALL OF THAT? YEAH. IT’S NOT A LOT. and there were some scattered others and the like. BUT.

I’ve elaborated on the following before in tags but let me elaborate again.

Late AUGUST, of 2012. My grandfather (mom’s side) passed. After a years-long battle with cancer (leukemia).

August of 2013 was the first-year anniversary of my grandfather’s passing.

When I was “out of town”? IT WAS BECAUSE OF THAT. (SUMMERTIME RECORD DROPPED DURING THAT TIMEFRAME)

I SERIOUSLY HAD CONSIDERED STOPPING ALL OF MY SOCIAL MEDIA ACCOUNTS DURING THIS TIMEFRAME.

But you know what? YOU KNOW WHAT? 2013, BRIEFLY, FOR ME, WAS ... FUN. It was a wild ride Jin gave us but IT WAS FUN. and I sobbed because of Summertime Record

Late August, 2015.

My grandmother (dad’s side - yeah, my Jewish side) passes. literally one day before the anniversary of my other grandfather’s death

I was, again, considering stopping all of my social media. ESPECIALLY in the years that followed

.. but you know what? Kept me going?

More of those random asks, above. AND

some of my favorite series I loved to death were still ongoing at the time, INCLUDING KAGEPRO. I realized there actually WAS a lack of canon references blogs for this series since around then.

I just... kept reblogging things. All the news. All the translations I could find, etc. Because I loved Kagepro.

I was keeping up with the manga because I ENJOYED THE MANGA. I was keeping up with the novels because I ENJOYED THE NOVELS. I was keeping up with Jin’s random events like Seek at Mekakucity and Mekakucity Talkers because I ENJOYED THEM MEKAKUCITY RELOAD ANIME WAS ANNOUNCED IN 2016 WE STILL DON’T HAVE IT

I was keeping this blog going FOR THOSE WHO LOVED KAGEPRO

... I’m not sure I’m enjoying the state of the fandom as it is now.

Because you know what? You know what I’m seeing, HEARING, lately?

People I saw posting often, back then.

people I REBLOGGED, BACK THEN, BECAUSE I LOVED YOUR WORKS PEOPLE WHO HAD TAGS ON MY BLOG

People I ADMIRED, BACK THEN.

Changing into people I no longer admire.

I want you to sit back and THINK about that for a good while.

Because I’m NOW having to go through my blog, REMOVING WORKS FROM PEOPLE I USED TO ADMIRE

BECAUSE I REFUSE TO “PROMO” YOU ANYMORE

Because I’m seeing you trying to justify saying, DOING, awful things to others in this fandom

All because the canon isn’t going your way.

And you know what ? You know what all this fighting over it HARMS IN THE END ?

It harms this series you claimed to love. It harms this fandom you claim to enjoy.

IT HARMS JIN.

it turns MORE and MORE people away from this series, this fandom

think about that for a moment.

(and yeah, Jin DID go temporarily homeless that one time in 2016.) (it’s mentioned by him in his afterword for “over the dimension”, the 6th novel.) (you know, if you didn’t know.)

(I’m sure all this endless fighting over the current canon is SURELY helping Jin)

[carryonmyswansong]

Mobile Masterlist

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Characters - Pairings

Sterek (Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale)

Mother’s Day Introductions - Oneshot - tumblr | AO3 (Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski) Stiles visits the cemetery, on Mother’s Day. Derek finds him there, but not where he was expecting. (lots of fluff, I promise!!

Steter (Stiles Stilinski x Peter Hale)

Two Men and a Tree - Series, eventual smut - tumblr | AO3 (Peter Hale x Stiles Stilinski) After a falling out with Derek and the rest of the wolves in Beacon Hills, and Peter Saving Stiles from himself, Stiles and Peter take a road trip. They do not intend to come back. Instead they build a Pack in Montana. They are gone for ten long years, before Derek calls Peter, begging for his help.

Characters

Dean Winchester/demon!Dean

A Whiskey With An Umbrella - series, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Dean Winchester x Reader) A long day at work brings you to a bar and in the arms of someone unexpected.

Summertime Sadness - oneshot - tumblr | AO3 (Dean Winchester x OFC Autumn) Autumn has a medical crisis, and loses the battle. Chuck needs her back in the game, however. This is her journey. The ending is a happy one.

I Will Never Be The Same - oneshot - tumblr | AO3 (Dean Winchester x Reader) Over the course of many years, Dean Winchester walks through the doors to the bar that you own. Changing your life, just a little bit more, each time.

Summer Lovin' - series, eventual smut - tumblr | AO3 (Dean Winchester x Plus Size!Reader) She and Dean go on a camping trip, at her urging, to get away for awhile. They are best friends, and have been for a decade. Will a night of bonding change that?

First Time For Everything - series, eventual smut - tumblr | AO3 (Dean Winchester x Reader) He first sees her singing about her heartbreak, in some backwoods out of the way karaoke bar. He in turn sings a song to her. Eventually having a whole conversation through music, they start to fall for each other. Will their love survive their greatest secrets?

Skinny Love - series, eventual smut, destiny fic - tumblr | AO3 (Dean x Plus Size!Reader) She finds herself at the tail end of an abusive relationship. She confronts her fiance. What follows is the story of how she heals, becomes a hunter, and finds love again.

Jar of Hearts - series, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Main: Dean/demon!Dean x Reader, Secondary: Crowley x Reader) Dean is gone and she needs resume her life after realizing that Dean is Something Else™. Trying to reach some level of normalcy, her life changes in an instant, once demon!Dean tracks her down and gets his hands on her. She has some decisions she needs to make, after this big event.

A 6th Sense - oneshot, smut - tumblr | AO3 [Dean x Reader, Sam x Rowena (originally written feb 2018)] She has long suspected that Dean can actually see ghosts and not just that he always seems to have perfect timing. So when an opportunity arises where she can prove it, she decides to have some fun with it. Things don’t go quite to plan though.

Castiel

Heat, and a Flutter of Wings - oneshot, A/B/O AU, Smut - tumblr | AO3 (Castiel x Reader) Her 21st birthday hits. She thought she was a Beta. She never presented until now. The boys are both Omegas and can’t help her. What’s a girl to do?

Main Characters - No Pairings

The One In Which Dean Reads FanFiction - tumblr | AO3 (Dean, Sam - no pairings) Dean reads fanfiction and one of his his favorite authors just posted.

Dear Bobby - oneshot - tumblr | AO3 Dean pens a letter to Bobby, a year after he passes.

Polyamorous Pairings

(May contain Wincest. Those fics will be labeled.)

Bad Moon Rising - series, A/B/O AU, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Dean x Reader, Castiel x Reader, Dean x Castiel, Dean x Reader x Castiel) She has several chronic illnesses and takes a lot of medicine to keep going. Her illnesses are PCOS (PolyCystic Ovarian Syndrome), Fibromyalgia and depression as a result. She may have these illnesses but it makes her a damn good hunter. PCOS affects how she presents. Genetically, she is an Omega. But once the PCOS flairs, it makes her half present as Alpha. She meets the Winchesters and Castiel on a major hunt. The brothers question her ability, but Castiel is awe struck by her ability to keep going. This is the story of how everyone met and how they interact.

Fantasy Island - series, A/B/O AU, eventual Wincest - tumblr | AO3 (Reader x Dean x Castiel x Sam) She dozes off and wakes up to find herself in the backseat of a familiar car. But the universe rules are different. She tries, desperately, to navigate this new world.

Restless - complete series, smut, NO wincest - tumblr | AO3 (Reader x Dean, Reader x Sam) She is a hunter that has Restless Leg Syndrome. She lives with the Winchesters and hunt with them. They finally know about her illness but don’t realize how bad it is until one night she has to share a bed with one of the brothers and her medication fails to stop the tremors in her body. Life, for the her, Sam, and Dean, will change and they look forward to this new adventure.

Actors

Chris Evans

So Good For Me - onshot, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Chris x Reader) In the early hours of the morning, (Y/n) wakes Chris up, slowly, and teasingly.

Characters

Loki

Good Enough - multi book series (Loki x Plus Size Reader)

Book One: The Time Before - tumblr | AO3 (Y/n) is an Avenger. Her powers are healing and destructive. She doesn’t look like a superhero but she also moves in a way you wouldn’t expect, looking at her. Book one explores her place in the Avenger Tower.

Polyamorous Pairings

Chance Encounters - series, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Plus Size Reader x Bucky x Clint) Running more behind then she’d like, (Y/n) has to use the gym and shower at the tower. A chance encounter changes everything.

Lace and High Heels - complete series, smut - tumblr | AO3 [Loki x Plus Size Reader x OMC (unnamed husband)] Her, and her husband, are invited to New York, to visit with a friend. While in town, their friend invites the couple to an exclusive pajama party, where anything goes. She meets a very interesting man, and naughtiness ensues.

Non-Polyamorous Parings

WinterHawk

Too Much, But Not Enough - oneshot, smut - tumblr | AO3 (WinterHawk) It's the middle of a record heatwave in New York, and Clint and Bucky find a way to pass the time on their first day off together in a very long time.

Marvel AU/Crackfic/Darkfic

The Metal Arms Inn - series, eventual smut - tumblr | AO3 (Bucky x Plus Size Reader) [semi hiatus] She, Sam, and Dean happen upon the only Inn in like 100 miles of the area they were hunting in. Needing a place to stop and rest, that isn’t the inside of the car, they brave the dark dirt road, lit with a single lit up sign with the name of the place. She realizes there’s something VERY familiar about the owner and bartender of the place. This is the story of how they all met, and how (y/n) and Bucky heal each other, fall in love, and how the four of them hunt together and save the world.

Multi-Fandom Crossovers

A Birthday Celebration - complete series, smut -  tumblr | AO3 Supernatural, Once Upon A Time, Constantine (2005), BBC’s Sherlock, MCU, X-Men, Criminal Minds (Benny Lafitte x Reader, Remy LeBeau x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader, Benny Lafitte x Remy LeBeau, Benny Lafitte x Dean Winchester) Today is your birthday. Waking from your slumber, you realize that today is not going to be as ordinary as you originally thought it was going to be.

(Orcs, elves, seelie/unseelie/fae, kelpies,mimics, vampires, demons, naga, werewolves, various merfolk, forest spirits, gargoyles, etc etc)

Orcs

Orc Boyfriend Borlin - oneshot, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Borlin x plus size!Reader) She gets lots on her way to a village to sell her wares. She ends up in a different village and meets a man that will change the course of her future.

Characters: 

Poe Dameron

Writing Excerpt - NSFW! smut - tumblr | AO3 (Poe Dameron x Reader) A while back, I was commissioned to write this sex scene for a fic someone wrote. I wanted to share this with you all since it is a thing I wrote. Essentially, FO!Poe deflects, joins the right side, and instantly there’s chemistry between him and the Commander assigned to keep watch over him to ensure that Poe isn't actually a spy and has actually deflected. This is the passionate sex scene that results after a hostile meeting and both grating on each other's nerves. Reader is forced to bunk with him until he can prove his place. I hope you enjoy it! Blatant Princess Bride reference, lol

Headcanons and Imagines

(coming soon)

[paralleljulieverse]

Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside! 

70th anniversary of Julie Andrews’ three-month run in “Coconut Grove” at the Blackpool Hippodrome  (26 June - 1 October 1949)

When discussing her long and varied career, Julie Andrews is fond of representing it as a series of fortuitous “stepping stones,” “great, wonderful bursts of good fortune [that] I would race to be worthy of" (Brockes 2004).

The first of these auspicious breaks was Starlight Roof, the up-scale London variety revue that marked Julie’s professional debut in late-1947. At the end of her one year run in the show –– limited to a strict twelve month maximum by council laws governing theatrical employment of minors –– Julie recounts that she was awash with tears. “I honestly thought that was the end of my career, the end of all the fun, and that I would never work again” (Andrews, 2008: 88).

Such was the impact of Starlight Roof, however –– and such the ambitious management of those around her, perhaps –– that the pint-sized soprano was quickly launched into a series of follow-up engagements that further advanced her budding celebrity. From singing on the radio to appearing in big London pantos and even performing for royalty, the young Julie Andrews carved out a solid career as post-war Britain’s singing child wonder, a virtuosic “prima donna in pigtails” (Pearce: 3).

Most of these early performances were patterned more or less directly on the Starlight Roof novelty theme with Julie appearing as the unassuming little girl from Walton-on-Thames –– complete with white smock dress, ankle socks and  Dolly shoes –– who would gaily skip onto the stage and let forth with this phenomenal coloratura singing voice. Touring the British variety circuit, often on the same bill as her parents, Julie typically stole the show...and the notices! “Julie Andrews...provides the highlight of the evening,” enthused one review of an appearance at the Hackney Empire in May 1949. Her “[o]peratic selections and ballad numbers, with excellent pianoforte accompaniment, are enjoyed in an all-too-brief appearance” (’Round the Halls’: 5).

Before long, Julie emerged as the star in the family with theatrical billing shifting from ‘Ted and Barbara Andrews with Julie’ to ‘Julie Andrews with Ted and Barbara’. “That was not a very happy state of affairs,” Julie later recalled, “certainly not for my stepfather who had an ego to think about” (Moir: 17). The growing disparity of professional fortunes became plainly apparent in the summer of 1949 when Julie and her parents were contracted to perform in the northern English town of Blackpool.

The largest seaside resort in the UK, Blackpool has been a longstanding epicentre for domestic British tourism and, with it, summertime entertainment (Brodie and Whitfield, 2014). Widely lampooned today as down-market and a little seedy, the Blackpool entertainment industry in its heyday was hugely vibrant. Theatres, opera houses, ballrooms, winter gardens and a whole multiform “infrastructure of fun” sprang up to service the town’s massive seasonal market of family holidaymakers with something for everyone from grandparents to children (ibid: 51ff). 

By the 1940s, Blackpool was at its peak as the British capital of summertime entertainment. Boasting fourteen live theatres and eighteen picture theatres, it was reputed to offer “the biggest show biz in the world for the size of the town” (Regensberg: 52).  These venues provided “a flow of entertainment comprising revue, vaudeville, ice and water spectacles and circus to millions of visitors and locals,” offering lucrative opportunities for performing talent “with the season absorbing some of the biggest radio and vaude[ville] names” (ibid.). 

It was in this context that, in the summer of 1949, the Andrews family was placed under three-month contract by Tom Arnold and Jack Taylor, a pair of seasoned theatre producers who had recently set up as independents after years of supplying shows for the Blackpool Tower Company (Regensberg: 52). Following initial success in the 1948 season, Arnold and Taylor went all out in 1949 mounting three big shows: Water Follies, an aquatic spectacular housed at the Derby Baths with Johnny ‘Tarzan’ Weissmuller flown in from Hollywood as star attraction; Coconut Grove, a lavish Hollywood-style revue at the Blackpool Hippodrome, a 2500-seat theatre in the heart of town; and Orchid Room, a slightly more modest variety show at the smaller Central Pier Pavilion on the seafront (Band, 2018).  

Barbara and Ted Andrews were placed on the bill of the Orchid Room, playing support to the comedian Frankie Howerd as headliner, while Julie appeared as part of the Coconut Grove line-up. The latter owed more than a passing nod to Starlight Roof. Alongside Julie, it featured several other Starlight alumni including balloon-man Wally Boag and singer Jean Carson. A glowing report in the British show biz paper, The Stage gives a sense of the revue’s opulence:

“The whole theatre is converted into a lavish auditorium, with bands on either side of the stage and another playing in the vestibule. Silver decorations seem to dominate the scene, and some of the spectacular ensembles are beautiful. One, in which the whole stage is starlit, is extended to the theatre itself, with the chorus coming out into the auditorium carrying lighted trees, and is particularly effective (”Summer Entertainment”: 5).

The Yorkshire Post was equally rhapsodic, describing how “the unstinted lavishness of costumes, scenery and effects give the show an overwhelming appearance of magnificence” (“Blackpool’s Square Mile”: 6). Coconut Grove even garnered international attention with US entertainment bible, Variety running an extended profile on Blackpool’s bumper season, noting that “Julie Andrews, a kid protegee, whams ‘em” (Regensburg: 52).

Behind the glitter, though, the summer was not a happy one for the Andrews clan with problems in Ted and Barbara’s relationship coming to the fore. As early as her 1958 serialised memoir for Woman magazine, written barely nine years after the fact, Julie admitted that the “summer season in Blackpool...should have been lovely, but there was some strange atmosphere at home which I kept trying not to notice––and couldn’t help noticing more each day” (Andrews 1958: 45). In keeping with the era’s culture of circumspection about such matters, the 1958 Julie gingerly glossed the familial unease as a case of marital tensions due to financial stress. But fifty years later in her 2008 autobiography, she would be much more forthright with details about Ted’s chronic problem drinking, her mother’s own developing co-dependent alcoholism, and a domestic environment of sporadic violence (Andrews 2008: 104-106). With a degree of melancholic irony, she writes:

“There was a publicity photo taken during this period of the family walking together along the front at Blackpool, looking very happy. These days, my brothers and I marvel at how far removed that photograph was from the reality of what was actually going on” (ibid: 106).

A painful time for all, no doubt, but the summer at Blackpool was an important one in the professional and, one suspects, personal life of Julie Andrews. It consolidated her breakout performance in Starlight Roof, bringing her to the attention of an expanded audience, as well as further cultivating professional networks that would prove valuable in coming years. By Julie’s own reckoning, it also firmed her renowned sense of personal discipline and dutiful resolve as she recognised the need to step to the fore and fill the void as the family’s main emotional support and breadwinner. “I felt extremely responsible,” she recalls, 

“felt that I had to take care of the whole family, that it was only me being an adult around the place. So I [tried] to preserve what was good, being cheerful, and saying, ‘Things aren't so bad. We'll manage.’ And, of course, we did” (Meryman: 87).

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