#water bottle count ftw

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Xdinary Heroes at ISAC in a nutshell

Please they were so bored

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You're Always A Champ To Me

Pairing: HOOK x Reader Word Count: 932 Description: After losing the FTW title you do your best to help Tyler realize that no matter what he'd always be a champion to you.

So, I wasn't sure about posting this (wrote it shortly after he lost Wednesday). But after talking with @omg-im-such-a-masochist her support helped me decide to post. I hope you like it I hope I did him justice. _________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic​ @writtingrose​ @sjwrites22​ @sassymox​ @mrsacklesevansmgk​ @xladyxfatex​ @biforrollynch​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @melblacc @alliwant456 @elevennbloom @xbreezymeadowsx @mcreignsera If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. __________ "One, two, three."

You listened as Jack's music rang through the arena your heart felt heavy as you watched HOOK lay in the middle of the ring. The whole match kept you on the edge of your seat and a few spots even had you wanting to rush out to check on your boyfriend. The DDT on the ground especially had you worried, but you knew it was best to stay backstage. Listening to Taz speaking on commentary you stood from your seat and headed back to the locker room. HOOK was in bold letters on a single piece of paper tapped to his door. Stepping inside you got an ice pack from the mini fridge that the arena supplied.

Going about the room, you gathered the few things you would need once Tyler finally arrived, you were hopeful he would get checked by the medical team first. Opening his suitcase, you collected a change of clothes for him, leaving it in the bathroom along with a bottle of water and some Tylenol. Satisfied that you had everything, you sat on the sofa and sent a text to Taz so he could let Tyler know where you were.

When the door finally opened you looked up from your phone to see a very tired and defeated looking Tyler come in. Closing the door, he held his neck and leaned back, his eyes shut as he took a shaky breath in. Quietly you stood up and walked over to him gently placing a hand on his arm, remaining silent he pulled you into his chest resting his face in your neck. You didn't have any idea how long the two of you had stood there but you didn't mind. Just being able to offer some form of comfort to him was enough for you.

"Everything is ready in the bathroom for you to shower."

You whisper softly kissing his cheek and leading him over to the other room, undoing the tape around his wrists you turn the water on. Waiting for him to strip down, you grab the cloth he packed in his toiletry bag, squirting some body wash on it you wave with your finger for him to spin around so you could wash his back. His occasional groan and flinch from pain tugged at your heart. After you have finished, you gently turn him around so you can continue scrubbing the sweat and dirt away.

"I think it's best you do below the waist."

Smiling at him you placed the cloth in his hand and after blowing a kiss you walked out to the couch. Tyler watched as you walked off then continued with his shower. He had a lot running through his mind but was thankful for everything you did for him. It was nice having someone be there even if he couldn't find anything to say. Once Tyler had finished his shower and dried off, he slipped on a pair of sweats along with the hoodie you left for him. Drying his hair with a towel he walked out placing everything away in his laundry bag he dropped onto the couch next to you.

"Are you okay?"

You asked softly, turning your attention to him you were concerned with how he was feeling.

"I let them down."

He mumbled eyes closed as he let his body relax into the cushions.

"Let who down?"

"The fans, myself, my dad and more than likely you as well."

"Babe, you didn't let anyone down you went out there and gave your all. I'd say that was probably one of your best matches since joining the company. We all seen what happened and if the ref hadn't gotten knocked out you would have won. We, meaning I along with the fans and your dad are so incredibly proud of you and everything that you've accomplished. I know it sucks having lost the title but that is just one that you're going to have out of many in your career."

Touching his cheek, you continued speaking hoping that what you were saying would get through to him.

"You're at the start of your career and doing a fantastic job there are so many that support you no matter what. It's okay to feel down especially since this is your first loss in the company, and it was a title match at that. But I know you are going to come back just that more better and make some of the most memorable moments in wrestling history."

Tyler listened to everything you said and took it to hurt knowing that you believed in him, that you were going to be there supporting him no matter what. Brought a feeling to his heart that he couldn't explain. Taking your hand in his he kissed the back of it and looked at you, finally managing a smile that sent your heart racing.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you but I'm glad I have you."

"I'm glad to have you too, now why don't we get out of here and head back to the hotel. I'm sure you're probably hungry and this couch isn't comfortable enough to cuddle on."

Standing you pull him to his feet laughing as his arms wrap tightly around you and Tyler leans his head down pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

"I love you angelfish."

"Really wish you would think of another nickname for me, but I love you too Ty."

You smiled as the two of you gathered his stuff and made your way out to the rental car. You planned to spend the night showing and reminding him that he was a champ with or without gold.

[snarkandsarcasmftw]

tag games, ftw

I was tagged by both @rampagewriting and @heelsamizayn to answer this and it seems like a fun time and my brain’s being a bag of dicks rn, so whhhhy not... Here we go.

0) Name/Nickname? If ya wanna share it.

Ashley, AA, Snark - mostly on here. Oh and lil bit, but... family only.

1) If you could bring any two fictional characters (from books or film/tv) into the same world who would they be, what world would you put them in, and what would their relationship to each other be?

Uhhh... Uhhh... Okay, alright, hm... This is going to be an unconventional answer but.. I’d take Bucky and Cap and I’d drop them right into the middle of The Walking Dead. Hear me out.. They’re both military trained / enhanced superheroes and they can walk that line of having compassion and being totally ruthless if they must. I think it’d be neat. They’d be friends / psuedo brothers, of course.

2) If you could drop yourself into any fictional world from books or film/tv, which would it be?

Oh god, oh noooo.. Every part of the fifteen year old trapped within my old woman body is screaming at me to answer Harry Potter -cos magic.. But.. I’m going with The Walking Dead. Just for the simple fact that I could smack both Lori and Dale Horvath in the back of the fuckin head.

Alternately.. I’d really wanna hunt vampires with Edgar and Allen Frog, and the eighties were my shit, so.. That too.

3) What’s your spirit animal?

A cat or a raccoon. I have under eye circles, stay up late, eat only junk and I’ll bite if you take my food plus kinda chonky ( raccoon) and I like to take naps, I’m... adamant about cleaning / grooming plus, I like to sit around and give people side eye when they’re doing dumb shit. ( cat.)

4) What is the most unpopular opinion you hold?

NO. NOPE. NOT ANSWERING. ISSA TRAP.

Okay, since I obviously have to put something here, I’ll say it. And I’ll start with wrestling:

Seth Rollins is vastly overrated and I don’t get the whole.. Attraction to him. And the same goes for Cody Rhodes. Also, is it just me or are his fucking intros too long? Idk, maybe that’s me and my lack of patience. If you like either of these, sorry, continue to do you, but.. I’m not a fan and I honestly don’t particularly care about either and this is my own personal opinion. I’m allowed to have one. I’m not saying bad shit about either guy here, if you take it that way, it’s your own damn problem? I’m not telling you not to like them. I’m simply saying I do not.

As far as media goes : Fifty Shades of Gray is fucking dumb. I mean.. 10 page contract.. to get what has to be mediocre dick, at best? And it’s not even written with any regards to true BDSM concepts for the most part? Nah. I’ll pass. 

And now, for one about our current situation: I think the idiots who hoarded TP at the beginning of this should be allowed to return things.. Provided it’s unopened, they have a receipt, and they don’t see a fucking dime of the money they spent and that the money from the returns goes to masks / other methods of protection for front line workers or straight into the unemployment packages and the stimulus thing. Like literally, the hoarder gets nothing, people who need TP / sanitizer / etc get UNOPENED NEW PRODUCTS and the front line workers get the proceeds of the voided returns. We all win here. (I realize this probably cannot happen, but. It’s one way to kind of... help this current shit show we’re all trapped in.) 

5) How do you like to style your hair most often?

Uhh.. Down. I’m too goddamn lazy to be bothered.

6) I always love this overdone question - you’re allowed three books on a desert island, what do you bring? (Note: Survival Guides don’t count).

The Shining, The Dark Towers series - Stephen King, The Client - John Grisham and The Outsiders - S.E Hinton

7) Something new you’ve learned in quarantine/lockdown/corona times?

That no matter how hard I try, I cannot apply false lashes. That more than two noisy things going in the background is TOO MUCH. Oh and I’m pretty damn good at baking when I bother to try / don’t toss out the directions.

8) Favorite alcohol? (Or non-alcoholic beverage if you don’t drink!)

Haven’t drank in... a while-ish. But my favorite thing to drink when I do is vodka or tequila. Occasionally White Claw ( i know, i know.). Favorite non-alcoholic beverage is water lately.

9) Music you can’t stand? Music you love?

I’m gonna get torn the fuck apart for this but yolo.. I can’t get into K-Pop. I’ve tried. It’s just.. It’s up there with new pop for me. Older boy bands / pop stars? Not a problem. I just don’t like a lot of pop music and I can’t get into K-pop. If you like it, awesome. It’s just not for me personally. Beyond that? I love literally any other kind of music. I have a veeeery varied eclectic listening preference but my all time favorite? 80′s glam / pop or country.

10) Have a favorite herb?

FIRST OF ALL.. GARLIC.. yeah, it’s not a herb buuuut... yeah.. Anyway, for actual herbs..Basil, Rosemary and Sage.. Oh and cilantro. Cilantro will save your ass in a pinch. 

11) What kinds of cups/glasses/bottles do you prefer to drink out of?

My big tol cold cup. Or.. my stemless plastic wine glasses, of which I have apparently lost.

12) Preferred mode of communication: texts, phone calls, emails, letters?

Text or email. I’m not... fond of making calls, but I will if I have to. I prefer texts or email. Oh, I do enjoy writing letters now and then.

13) What is your favorite weather?

Not too hot, not too cold. Not too sunny but not overcast and gray either. A light breeze. NO POLLEN.

14) What kind of lighting do you like?

Softer lights, for the aesthetic.. Overhead lighting, so my blind ass can... yannow... see. If I had my way, I’d have candles and string lights every where though.

15) What is the best thing you cook?

Honestly, I feel like it’s my chili or my stew. Alternately, husband seems to ask for chicken / bacon / ranch pasta casserole a lot, so... Idk.. I guess pretty much anything (except fucking hamburger helper, i can NEVER get this shit right, despite directions, sacrifices to the culinary gods and pleas/promises of my first born. It always turns out icky so I never cook it.) 

16)  Do you have a favorite font to write in?

Handwriting or typewriter fonts for the most part. Roboto when I’m writing / editing my own fics and such.

17) What is something you’ve always wanted to write in a fic, but you’ve been too afraid to? Or, what is something that you were afraid to write, but then you did and it ended awesome?

Honestly, I’m scared to death to write smut. Which is why I’ve been trying to write more of it lately. I won’t say it’s going awesome ( I’m pretty sure some of you sit and read it when I post and are like what the fuck... this isn’t realistic and this is so bad.) but it’s going.

I’ve wanted to dip my toes into writing for more obscure fandoms too. Like ones that I personally enjoy. As far as something I’ve always wanted to write? Horror. But I’m scared to death I’d fuck it up.

18) If you were in your favorite fantasy world, what would your weapon of choice be?

A sword or a knife. Machete, maybe?

19) Is there a commonly used expression/saying that you can’t stand?

While I agree with the answers J and K put to this “It’s in God’s hands, etc” - sometimes things are GOD AWFUL. The last thing I want to hear is what the reason God had for doing it is. So don’t tell me. 

Triggered is a useful term.. if it’s used right. And I’m starting to realize that 95 percent of people DO NOT know the proper use. They think that being triggered =‘s a reason to bitch and tear someone apart over some miniature thing they’ve done. So now, when I hear it being misused, it fucking annoys me.

20) What is something that you would like people to know about you?

I’m a grumpy ball of rage. I’m petty as fuck and saltier than all the oceans combined in the right circumstances. But.. I can be a nice person and I love getting to know people and helping people or talking to them. Even if it’s hard for me to start it off bc I’m fucking awkward as fuck also - hence the reason it takes a while for me to actually... attempt... conversing with new people both IRL and on here.

I’m gonna leave this open to anyone who wants to do it bc Idk who has or hasn’t already and I don’t want to annoy people. 

This was a blast!

[harley-wanders]

Oh, hi there!

My apologies for the lack of posting. Tumblr only wants to work when the internet is good (spotty wifi doesn't lend itself well to it).

After the ferry from Wellington to Picton (no, not PEC area, there's no black river cheese factory or Waupoos winery around the Picton and Wellington here....and the ferry is 3 hours, not 15 minutes). There is, however, a delightful bakery in Picton that we stopped at. I bought some of the "world's best carrot cake" (which I could only eat half of...and...oh well, stay tuned for what happened to the other half).

So we took the Ferry to Picton and then drove to Abel Tasman. Once we got there we jumped on a water taxi to a house boat (it was pissing rain by this point but somehow Marie and I managed to grab a seat at the front so we were under the tarp/cover).

The water taxi was SUPER bumpy (and a hell of a lot of fun. We giggled and couldn't stop smiling the whole 30 mins...at least us in the front, whoops - sorry backseaters). When we arrived to the house boat the rain had died out to a drizzle.

Marie, Olivia, and I all got the room on the main floor....it only had a double bed but we agreed we could cuddle haha. The rest of the group were in the bunks down below (which, for the record, looked super cool. I'm just happy I didn't have to climb up and down when. i needed to use the washroom in the middle of the night). Anyway, after we out our stuff away we all went for a swim.

Most of us, me included, jumped off the top of the house boat (~4 metres) into the water. It was beautiful and a really nice swim. We took some pics with my underwater camera (to be uploaded once I'm home) - by the way, for all the pictures go to my facebook. I may try again to load them here but I can only do 10 at a time and it glitches a lot.

After the swim we ate a great meal (and didn't have to do dishes - yay 🙌) and played Mafia (thanks Marcus - it's such a fun game!).

I got the right side of the bed, Marie was in the middle, and Olivia was on her left. It was definitely a tight squeeze but we managed to fall asleep. Marie did end up going to one of the bunk closer to morning because it was too hot in the middle haha.

In the morning we ate breakfast (pancakes ftw!) and got the call that due to the massive amount of rainfall, our canyoning was cancelled. Bummer. Oh well, that means we can do that 12.5 km hike afterall 🙌 .....sounds fun right? Yeah, it would have been if it weren't for the torrrential downpours.

We had a short water taxi ride over to the shore in the rain (we were all wet by now) and then dried our feet and out our socks and shoes on. Summer tomd us most of the track was covered by the forest canopy so we weren't in too bad of spirits. I think by this point we still found our luck with houseboats and beautiful places funny.

The track wasn't covered...and when you're csrrying ~40lbs of (dry) stuff it's not so much fun. At some points the water was up to my knee! I was just hella happy that I packed using ziplock bags as compression things as it kept all my important stuff dry.

After 12.5km we reached the end of the track. We walked another km to our accomodation - Old Macdonalds Farm and met Summer at the reception. Wifi was $5 and towrls were $2. Easy decision as the towel i brought was soaked and there wouldn't be much to do. Olivia dropped something when paying for hers and I bent down to pick it up and then RRRRRRIIIIIIPPPPP....there goes my pants hahaha.

Anyway, we got our room (it was a camping site thing so literally a small room with a bunk and single bed it in....not much room). Summer drove us all up to the communal showers to wash and warm up before putting on dry clothes. Oh, and the trailer we had (new bus and trailer in the south island...goodbye Gus!) Leaked. So not only were the belongings we were carrying soaked, but many peoples' big packs were as well. Again, I'm thankful for my ziplocks... It was just my other travel towel and a couple pther things in the bottom that were wet. Unfortunately Olivia's entire pack was drenched....including her passport. A few peoples' passports, actually.

Summer gave us change to use the dryers and found a big outdoor propane heater that we hung things up around to dry them...we even took the soles out of our shoes and held them up.

It was a really shitty thing but again, we had the best group because we mostly laughed it off (aside from a little initial crying for some). I found it hilarious and counted myself lucky that my passport and phones were okay.

That night we had a bug family supper (stir fry) and played a few games (two truths and a lie, as well as where you have a name on your forehead and you have to guess whobyou are by asking questions). It was a good night after all the stress of the day. Oh, at one point Marie, Olivia, and I went to the cafe and on the way back we saw an eel in the culvert - that shows you how much rain we got!

The next day we were en route to Westport (no...not the Westport north of Kingston). A cafe we stopped at had adorable ceramic salt and pepper shakers that was a hippie van and camper - in blue and purple of all colours. I had to resist the urge to buy them.

Then we went to Kilkenny lookout and Cape Foulwind where we saw a seal colony (including baby seals!!!) It was awesome!

Our accomodation that night was Tripinn Hostel. It had good wifi and comfortable beds (with lots of room). The grounds were beautiful and some of us did yoga on the grass to stretch out after the last couple days (I led it but I madr sure everyone knew I was not a certified teacher yet and to only do what was comfortable).

That night we had a wine tasting (many bought a bottle of wine each and we tried some of all of them) and a family dinner - mexican this time. We watched peoples' skydive videos and Summer's canyon swing vid.

The next day we stopped in Punakaiki where I carved a necklace out of beef bone with a lady named Karen. I made a koru and I love it! It's really cool to be able to say I made it myself. She works out of her home (or rather her workshop/shed out back). It was a beautiful little walk through forest to get there. On the way back to wait for the bus she asked if anyone wanted to milk a goat (she has dogs, goats, chickens, and other wildlife). No one raised their hand so naturally, I did. You don't turn down the offer to milk a goat when one presents itself. It was interesting. The goat was mounting/shedding so I only did a bit - you can't really drink milk when there's goat hair in it. Then Niki and I pet some horses down the road while the guys chatted. Summer picked us up to meet with the rest of the group (they did a walk) and we were able to scoot down and see the "pancake rocks." They were really cool.

After that we made our way to Franz Josef where (surprise) Oliva, Marie, and I shared a room again. This one had a king bed and a bunk bed....we all shared the king lol.

For dinner that night we had a veggie or pork option but they ran out of pork so we were able to choose whether we wanted to stick with veggie or have all you can eat pizza, garlic bread, fries, and 1 alcoholic bevvy. Marie, Olivia, and I stuck with salads (Olivia can't have any milk products and Marie and I had eaten way too many baked goods at all those cafe stops) :p when they brought our the fries we all grabbed a couple and then one of the (power-hungry) waitresses yelled at us and said if we didn't get the all-you-can-eat and ate any of the pizza/fries/garlic bread that we'd be kicked out. .....then they proceeded to put the first pizza (veggie) right in front of us....we regretted our decision. And then we got our salad....literally a side salad portion of mixed greens, a slice of beetroot, a couple cubes of pumpkin, and some feta. We were very creative with sneaking food after that hahaha. The boys all felt bad so they were giving us a fry or tiny piece of garlic bread under the table.

We were having a few drinks too and there was a pitcher with some money and a lemon that said if you can balance a dollar coin on the lemon you get a free shot of tequila. Worth a shot, right? Luckily there were some bills along the side and it was no problem getting that loonie (sorry, dollar) to stay on the lemon as the bills kind of kept it in place. Yay free tequila! Then we played Piccolo (which is a drinking game app) and one kf the guys, Matt, had to run around the room flapping his arms like a chicken. Nad, who is completely deaf, was really amused by this.

We called it a fairly early night as we had heli-hike and ice climbing the next day.

I'm going to post this in case tumblr glitches so I don't lose it and I'll pick right back up...

[sugacrackers-blog]

25 Questions Tag

I got tagged by the wonderful @fluffyshua thank you ily

1. Do you have any pets?: No, but I want to get a puppy or kitten in the future

2. Name three things that are physically close to you: My water bottle, a watermelon plush, and a bagel

3. What’s the weather like rn?: Sunny with a few wisps of clouds

4. Do you drive? If so, have you crashed?: No

5. What time did you wake up this morning?: Around 9 am

6. When was the last time you showered?: Last night

7. What was the last movie you saw?: Elf

8. What did your last text message say?: I was texting in a group chat and said “I read “I hope” as jhope lmao”

9. What is your ringtone?: that slowrise one by apple

10. Have you been to a different country?: Yes, many, the last one I went to was the Philippines 

11. Do you like sushi?: YES!! I love sushi including sashimi

12. Where do you buy groceries?: I am usually forced to go with my mom to several asian supermarkets like 99 Ranch and Hmart

13. Have you any taken medication to help you fall asleep faster?: Nope

14. How many siblings do you have?: I have one younger brother

15. Do you have a desktop computer or laptop?: I have both but I am currently using my laptop

16. How old will you turn on your next birthday?: 14 (I am a baby to people on my gcs and I feel like one compared to some people on tumblr)

17. Do you wear contacts or glasses?: Glasses ftw I’m too scared to touch my eye

18. Do you color your hair?: Yes, my hair is currently ombre

19. Tell me something you are planning to do: Play some mario kart with my cousins

20. When was the last time you cried?: Last week

21. What is your perfect pizza topping?: chicken or mushrooms

22. Which do you prefer hamburger or cheeseburger: hamburger

23. Have you ever had an all nighter?: Yes, soo many I can’t count

24. What is your eye color?: Brown 

25. Can you taste the difference between pepsi and coke?: Yes, pepsi is a bit sweeter to me

I am tagging: anyone can do it, I don’t have anyone in particular to tag

[lithugraph]

I was tagged by gummyboots for another one of those writing things ;)

Fanfic Asks!

Why/how did you get into fanfiction?

Um, this is kind of a two part story -- and the first part is...kinda weird?

So, how did I get into fanfiction?  My mom.  I know.  I know.  She is a complete otaku, in the American sense of the word. She had/has a Livejournal (remember that ol’ thing?) account way before I did and would go on and on about fic writing and ideas and stuff -- and I had no idea what she was talking about.  It made me think fanfiction was a  thing only for manga/anime lovers...until a little movie called “District 9″ happened, which quickly became my favorite movie, hands down (and probably still ranks among top ten).  Okay, I was obsessed.  There was still so much story left to tell.  I was foaming at the mouth for a sequel.  Hell, I woulda written the darn thing -- I had so many stories I wanted to write about it.   I remembered my mom talking about Livejournal, and decided to see if it wasn’t just something for otakus, and found a whole community dedicated to D9!  I was in heaven!  Of course, I didn’t start writing anything, then.  This was before I developed my hard outer skin and I was very much intimidated by the idea something so personal, something I had written, would be so readily available for people to read and critique and (heaven forbid) hate!  But of course that eventually changed ;).   So.  Yeah.  That’s how I got into fanfiction -- my mom and a movie called “District 9.” Why did you get into writing? Pretty much for what I said above: there are just too many stories to tell. How long have you been writing? Fanfiction: 7 years

Everything else: since I was like 8 Do you think you’re a good writer? Compared to who or what?  Any type of artist -- writer, musician, designer, etc. -- has a tendency to look at their work with too critical a lens IMO. Do you think you’ve improved? Yes.  There’s a reason they call writing an exercise -- because it is!  You can’t expect to chop through a block of wood your first karate class or pull off a perfectly balanced Vriksasana yoga pose your first day.  These things take practice.  All form of exercise does -- including writing.  I can definitely tell when I haven’t written or read anything in awhile because my brain can’t words. Name one thing that helps you write Music.  And running.  And sometimes those two combined -- listening to music while running. Have you ever gotten hate related to fics? Surprisingly no.  I’ve been told I’m intimidating in real life (not sure if it’s the height thing, or guys can’t handle chicks who speak their mind or what), so I like to think my intimidation carries through to my fic as well, lol! Fanfiction or books? Depends on my mood.  If I feel like a quick read, then fanfiction.  But if I want to get utterly lost in a world and forget reality exists for five hours, then books. Do you want to professionally write? If not, what would you like to do/what do you do? I used to dream of being a professional writer when I was younger, and even still have a rough draft of the first few chapters of my space opera floating around on one of my thumb drives, as well as a Frankenstein-esque gothic story, and my one where robots become self-aware.

As of right now, however, I have a job title that sounds important and fancy and has absolutely nothing to do with what I really do, so....but I earn enough to be able to pay for my tuition, so there’s that. Have you ever been published professionally? I had a poem published in one of those coffee table book things that only the people who submitted the poems buys, does that count? What is your favorite story/ies you’ve written? ”In the Lion’s Den” and “You and Me and the Bottle Makes Three” will probably always be my favorites. Why is it/are they your favorite(s)? ”You and Me....” because of the atmosphere -- and for being one of my first ever fics, I think it was pretty damn good!

”In the Lion’s Den” because (and I’ve said this a hundred times, but it’s still true) it was an experiment with narration and a very stripped down tone -- no super flowery language, written very it. just. is. -- and I just feel it came together so well. What is your least favorite story/ies you’ve written? Ooooh, gosh...do I have to name them all?  Haha, just kidding.  But seriously...looking back at my earlier fic makes me want to cringe because it was super self-indulgent, but at the time, I think I needed it?  Why is/are they your least favorite(s)? *see above* What is something you expect from a fanfiction? Um, I really don’t expect anything?  But if a fic gives me new perception of a character I hadn’t thought much of, then bonus!  This one’s a good example: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8092521/1/What-Are-Little-Boys-Made-Of How do you feel about troll fics? ...I don’t even know what a troll is, so........ What is your favorite writing style? Several:

-Stream of consciousness (T.S. Eliot, FTW!)

-Second person narrative -- ever since I wrote “In the Lion’s Den” I’ve found it difficult to write anything else.

-that really atmospheric prose that is almost like poetry (I can’t write it and keep it up for a whole story -- I max out at, like, a paragraph -- but I deeply deeply admire it)

Do you write things for the sake of popularity? Hell’s to the no.  What’s the fun in that? Do you think fanfiction is a good way to get into writing? I think it’s good practice. What is something you like about the fanfiction world? Talking about characterization with other writers and finding out what made them write a particular story. What is something you dislike about the fanfiction world? How cliquey it can be. What is a pairing you’re currently shipping? America/Austria (pfft! there’s no shame in my game!) What is something canon you’ll never ship? Harry/Ginny.  Why?  Just...why?  You mean to tell me, after all those years after Hogwarts, he still had a thing for his best friend’s sister?  You mean to tell me he never tested the waters, so to speak?  It’s just one thing that’s always bothered me.  Like, Ginny went through this transformation her fourth year and suddenly becomes the coolest chick in Gryffindor tower and Harry starts to notice her -- Ginny, the cool chick, instead of the shy/awkward version we had in the first four books.  What is something fanon you’ll never ship? GerIta.  It’s cute, it’s adorable, it’s what got me into shipping in the first place, but I just...can’t.  I can’t ship it outright.  To me it’ll always be a one-sided, mixed emotions/signals type of thing.

Also PruCan.  What is this even? In conclusion: Any writing advice? Read all the rules then break ‘em.  The mechanics of writing (grammar, punctuation, etc)  can be helpful...but they can also put a block on your flow (wait...how many sentences do I need for a paragraph again?)  The best kind of writing happens when you’re not thinking about it and are just doing it.

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Bad For You 7/28

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Fuckboy manners. Violence. Reader gets cheated on. Language. Lies. Flirting. Cattiness. Arguing. A few slaps. Sassiness. Slutty boys. Frat Boy bullshit.

A/N: College AU. For my sister, cause I finally gave in. Haha.

Posting: Tuesday. Thursday. Saturday.

“You don’t know me like that.” “Mmm bet I do, baby girl. You want a bad boy who will be good for only you. I’m that guy. Like I want a good girl who’s bad for only me. That’s you, baby girl.”

Howie Stark made one hell of an impression. It started off with mistaken identity. A hand on your ass, your hand across his cheek. What should have pissed him off, set him off differently. Howie Stark is enticed by you and you are so fucked. Bad boy, never afraid of a fight, such a smooth talker, womanizer, and always on your mind. It just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right, you have a boyfriend. Howie’s making everything’s a little blurry. You’re a little cynical and bad boys just aren’t your type. Or could that change with a flash of Howie’s crooked grin?

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That Weekend

“You see who is sitting in the kitchen?” Sam chuckles, leaning against the opening to the living room. Where the rest of them are kicked back, the party going on around them. Howie sets down the empty bottle on the table, looking at Sam.

“Who?” He smirks.

“Your girl.” Sam grins.

“My girl?” Howie looks around confused.

“Dude you’re so stupid.” Buck scraps a hand down his face.

“How many have you had?” Steve grins, but his attention is taken when a blonde walks by slow, giving him the eye.

“I take it back, you and Steve are so stupid.” Buck laughs.

“You know Harry is here.” Peter points out.

“Seen him and his moron Frat boys.” Howie nods.

“But guess who came on her own, with her little friends?” Sam grins.

“She came on her own?” Howie lifts a brow, a smile creeps across his lips.

“Damn stupid, Y/N. She’s in the kitchen, with those two red heads.” Buck sighs.

“Bonus, she and Harry haven’t said a word to each other.” Peter grins.

“He hasn’t said a word to her?” Howie’s brow pulls down. “I’m not the stupid one then.” He shakes his head.

“Stir the pot little brother.” Peter pats him on the shoulder, grinning.

“Excuse me, boys.” Howie stands, slipping between Sam and Buck.

He moves down the hallway, nodding a greeting at a few of the girls that smile or wave. He gets to the opening of the kitchen, stopping, watching. They stand together, the three of them, leaning against the counter out of the way. None of them are dressed for attention, more like for the cold ass weather.

She’s got on one of those short hoodies, it stops just above her jeans. So when she moves her arms it gives little flashes of skin. Her jeans look made for her, little tears and rips down her thighs. How the fuck someone like Harry had someone like her and could spend a party ignoring her was beyond him.

“Let’s wander.” Nat puts her hand out. She’s in one of his classes as well.

“I’m in.” He was pretty sure her name was Wanda. Drops her hand into Nat’s.

“I’m good.” Y/N smirks at them.

“We’ll be back.” The call.

“Whistle!” Y/N calls after them with a smile.

She sighs looking down at the colored, plastic cup in her hands. She shifts her side against the counter, watching through the open slider. Harry is outside with many others, playing beer pong on set up tables. Her nose crinkles, and her eyes roll.

He moves into the kitchen, he takes the beer Clint hands him. Cracking the top on it as he comes to stop right behind her. He watches over her shoulder for a moment, nodding. 

“He’s an idiot.” He spoke soft enough just for her. People mingling around them. Her head turns to look at him.

“What?” Her brow pinches, her body shifts. Leaning back against the count to watch him. He watches as Harry helps the woman he partnered up with adjust her wrist to shoot. Blatantly flirting with her as he goes.

“How he can give anything else, anyone else his attention when you’re in the room, dumbfounds me.” Howie cuts his eyes over to her. He takes a drink, watching this play on her face. “You deserve to be priority. Shown off. Not disrespected and made a fool of.” He nods slowly. 

Together they watch as the girl makes a shot. Excitement plays on her face instantly. She all but jumps on Harry, throwing her arms around his neck. Harry pulls her up, pressed up against each other. Howie scoffs.

“Christ.” She rolls her eyes.

“Come find me if you want to have fun.” He smirks at her. She’s chewing her bottom lip when he walks out of the kitchen. 

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You were getting tired of watching Harry be a slut. Howie’s words ringing in your ears as you maul over what to do. You could make a scene, tear down Harry in front of his boys. But he would just call you crazy or something stupid. You’re lost in your thoughts when someone joins you.

“You and him.” Peter shakes his head when you look over. “It’s like oil and water. Don’t belong together.” He takes a drink from the bottle in his hand.

“Maybe it’s me.” You shrug, glancing over to where Harry is.

“Nah.” Peter chuckles.

“What makes you say that?” Your brow lifts watching him.

“Because I’ve never known a female to ever catch my brothers attention in the way you have.” He grins, nodding.

Holy fuck did they look too much alike. If you didn’t know better you would assume they were twins. But up close you could see the small differences they had.

“He just wants to screw me.” You laugh, shaking your head. Peter doesn’t reply right away. He just watches you for a moment.

“If you think that little of yourself. Harry Osborn is failing as a man.” Peter shakes his head.

“I don’t love him.” You admit softly. Peter’s head turns slowly.

“Harry?” He asks.

“I barely like him most days, if I’m being honest.” You sigh.

“What’s your favorite part about being with him?” He watches you with such intense brown eyes, you swallow hard.

“It used to be this giddy feeling. But now it’s just,” you shrug “it doesn’t feel like we know each other. Like in the last year an a half we’ve grown apart.” You run a hand through your hair.

“What is it? I can tell you got something on the tip of your tongue.” He smirks.

“He stopped doing the thing he did to get me, he doesn’t even try to keep me. I don’t know if that says worse things about me or him. That he thinks I’ll just be here waiting, when he’s done running around and embarrassing me.” You chew your bottom lip.

“It says worse things about him.” Peter nods, taking a drink. You down what little is left in your cup. “I’m going to warn you, Y/N.” Peter looks over at you, a smirk on his mouth.

“Okay?” You laugh softly.

“My brother gets his hands on you and he’s not going to let you go. He’s selfish, but in a whole different ballpark than Harry Osborn.” Peter chuckles. “And he will take Harry out, step over his body, to get to you if he has too.” You chew your bottom lip.

A loud whistle, makes your head snap up. Panic floods your body instantly. Another loud whistle, your cup hits the ground, running out of the kitchen.

“Y/N?!” Peter yells after you.

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Everything You Want 3/18

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Lies. Fuck ton of lies. So many lies. Lots of secrets. So many fucking secrets. Language. Violence. Slow Burn. Lots of fighting. Heartbreak. Death threats. Kidnapping. Murder.

Someone is coming for you and your son, Anthony. Too many secrets and too many enemies for you to count. You got out, for reasons. Secret reasons, only Clint Barton knows. Or so you think? Clint takes you back to the safest place there is, Avengers Tower. But how are you supposed to face Peter? Keep your secrets in check? Keep your feelings under wraps? It’s been almost two years, can you really keep it together? You just need to put an end to whoever wants you. Than walk away, like everything is the same, right? Or will you be the one surprised? Everything blows up, leaving you holding the shreds of your secrets and fear.

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“Come on Ton, I know it’s rough.” You do the jiggle, patting his bottom as he cries. You pace around your old room, struggling. “Sweet boy, you’re going to wake the tower.” You kiss his wet cheeks.

“Y/N?” Your door cracks open. Peter pokes his head in, Anthony hollering away.

“I’m so sorry. He’s teething.” You groan. “It’s worst at night.” You continue to jiggle and pat.

“Yeah, Aunt May said something about that.” He nods, rubbing his eyes he hurries into your suite bathroom. You hear the water running, and suddenly he’s back, quickly he slips Anthony from your arms. “Here we go buddy.” Peter smirks as he lets Anthony chew and suck on the edge of the wash cloth.

“Where did you learn that?” You blink tired eyes at Peter.

“Aunt May.” He chuckles, the room falling silent. “Y/N.” He speaks after several minutes, you sat on the edge of your bed.

“Yeah?” You look up at the man holding your son.

“I’m sorry.” He glances up from Anthony.

“Peter, really you have nothing to be sorry for.” You swallow.

“Y/N, you were my best friend in the whole world. You walked out, and my damn world was upside down. I tried everything to get Clint to tell me where you were. Just so I could apologize to you. I let you walk out that night.” He sighs, as he sways with Anthony.

“It’s fine. Clint told me you asked. I just, I couldn’t turn around and face everything that was wrong. Besides it couldn’t have been that bad. How is, Missy? No, Mallory?” You wince. Peter smirks at you.

“Mindy.” He nods slowly. You knew, like you could forget the woman who stole Peter Parker from you.

“Right. How are things?” You smile at him.

“Wouldn’t know. She left, let’s see, a year and a half ago.” He nods looking down at Anthony who was finally asleep in his arms.

“Oh.” You blink. “I’m sorry.” You swallow.

“Look Y/N.” He sighs, placing Anthony’s sleeping body in the playpen. “I don’t care who’s coming for you and him. With our enemy list, I understand, if it’s his father, you better know I’m going to knock him out.” He blinks at you, arms folded over his chest.

“Definitely not his father.” You admit softly, looking down at the floor.

“Okay.” Peter nods. “Who is?” He asks as he sits down next to you.

“Peter, don’t.” You shake your head.

“When have you ever kept something from me. I’ve seen you naked before.” He smirks.

“A long time ago. Things are different now.” You squeeze your eyes closed.

“Get some sleep. We can talk tomorrow.” He pats your leg, before standing up and slipping out of the room. You turn crawling into your bed, dropping down and pulling your blankets over you. You had no idea what you were doing, you just couldn’t fess up. But was it really fair to Peter or Anthony, keeping your secret? 

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“I can’t remember the last time I took a shower that long.” You sigh as you drop on to the couch in the living room.

“Shave your legs?” Nat laughs.

“I’m even wrinkly.” You hold up your fingers showing your pruned fingers.

“See maybe being home isn’t so bad.” Wanda grins.

“How did the wheels hold up?” You hear Tony chuckle.

“Great. But the turns are a little stiff.” You hear Peter reply. You stand up, heading out to the kitchen. Steve, Buck and Peter stand in the kitchen, shirtless and in gym shorts. You instantly curse yourself, Peter looked too good, ridiculously, mouth water, toe curling good.

“How did he do?” You swallow, tearing your eyes away from Peter.

“Great. He loved it.” Peter grins.

“He got hungry the third time around the park.” Buck holds up an empty bottle.

“You didn’t feed him while running, did you?” You look at the three men.

“Yeah, Y/N we’re trying to kill the kid.” Steve chuckles.

“We sat down and let him finish at his own pace.” Peter snorts. “Yes, before you ask his seat was reclined, and only spit up on Buck a little.” Peter replies before your mouth even opens.

“Probably not the worst thing that he’s had on him.” You smirk.

“Funny.” Buck grins. “Go get changed.” He points down the hall.

“What? Why?” You blink at him.

“Training Doll.” He grins wickedly.

“No. I’m not active.” You stammer.

“Someone wants your ass. You’re active, whether you like it or not.” Buck winks. “Let’s go, you’re gonna lose that post baby bod.” He winks at you.

“But the baby.” You point at Anthony.

“I’ll bring his pen down and Tony will keep an eye on him.” Steve chuckles.

“I’d go change, before one of us just throws you over their shoulder and drags you down with us.” Peter smirks, shrugging.

“But I’m so out of shape.” You grumble as you stomp down the hall.

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“Come on.” Buck wiggles his finger at you as you gasp for breath on the mat.

“What? Why?” You pant.

“I want to see those fight moves. Time to shake off the dust momma.” He grins.

“You want to spar?” You snort.

“What, don’t think you can take me? I mean you could before, but that was pre-baby, and pre-retirement.” He sighs, with a smug grin.

“Fuck you. I can take your old ass.” You jump up.

“Let’s test those skills.” Peter walks the edge of the mats.

“What skills?” You could feel your breath evening out.

“Those mommy skills.” He glances over at Nat who has Anthony standing in front of the mirrored wall, he’s laughing and patting the mirror.

“Parker.” You warn him. He grins and moves with precision towards Anthony. You look from Buck to Peter. “Game on, boys.” You pull your T-shirt over your head, you wrap it around your hand.

“Keep away!” Buck calls, his hands cup around his mouth. Nat grins, scooping Anthony up and shuffle jogs away. Anthony squeals, Peter makes a dash for them, you push off into a sprint.

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