#you cant rush art so just relax and enjoy the process

[katlyntheartist]

Mario carrying Luigi on his shoulders.

P.s. how do you draw so good?? Teach me.

"Hang in there Lu... we're almost at the castle..."

[for-ests]

Hey, not sure if you do smut but I think this request can work without a lot if you’d prefer😁 reader’s an art student and needs to sculpt a full body nude sculpture and Tom offers but gets a bit cheeky

thanks for the request dear! this was fun to write :-) i literally know nothing about art so if I get something wrong just ignore! i hope you enjoy!! i went a diff +route but I still think it fits! [ mlist ] 

Word count: 3, 273

Warnings: slight nsfw,, nudity 

Pairing: Tom Holland x art student reader!

“The issue is… I have no idea who to ask.” You sighed deeply, embarrassment washing over you as you talked to your best friends about your upcoming project. 

Everyone knew you were a talented sculptor. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was that your professional sculpting internship at (your school) was currently learning about Ancient Greece. One of the requirements to pass the semester was to recreate a modern sculpture of someone you knew, and to make it as realistic as possible. Nakedness and all, which was a huge distinction of Greek statues.

There was a big problem though. You were incredibly shy, and you didn’t know who to ask to model for you.

Nudging you with a laugh, your friend flashed you a mischievous smile. “You know a lot of cute guys, why don’t you ask one of them?”

“Cute guys?” You scrunched your nose. “I know like three guys and I would cry if I had to see them naked.”

She sighed. “Fair. Does it have to be a guy?”

*-You nodded regretfully. “It has to be the opposite sex. It’s annoying but I u

erstand why. It’s important to be familiar with both sexes.”

Your best friend air quoted ‘familiar’ with a ridiculous smirk.

“Shut up.” You huffed, trying not to laugh at how dramatic she had become.

“I think I know a guy, he’s an aspiring actor and model.” Your best friend added casually.

Groaning, you shot her a glare. “Why didn’t you say that right away?”

She shrugged. “I like listening to you talk about your art.”

Her compliment almost worked, but you already knew that was partly the reason she was teasing you so hard. The other reason was because she had been trying to set you up with multiple friends for months. According to her, you had been single for far too long.

Her offer made you ponder deeper about your situation. You were slightly awkward when it came to getting to know someone, but you couldn’t imagine asking someone to strip right away so you could sculpt every curve your eyes grazed over. Whoever it ended up being had to be incredibly confident. Shallow yes, but that’s why you were hoping to find someone insanely attractive. Attractive people were usually confident, and responsibly so. “Maybe a stranger would be worse than someone I know.”

Snorting through her nose, your best friend stared at you like you were crazy. “Definitely not. If it’s awkward you never have to see him again. And if it’s not, well you can get cozy with a cutie.”

Taking a deep breath, you rolled your eyes. “I hate you sometimes.” You mumbled under your breath. You knew she was right, but you would never inflate her already enormous ego like that.

“You love me.” She sang sweetly.

“I do, now give him my number and tell him it’s of the utmost importance.”

❀∙∘✿∘∙❀

Days later, that conversation was on your mind as you nervously organized your sculpting tools. Trying to relieve some tension, you slapped a pound of clay against the table, and it echoed throughout the workshop.

Reality was the fact that this so called model boy was on his way to your studio. His name was Tom, and from the pictures you saw–he was incredibly handsome.

You couldn’t believe you had agreed to this, but alas, you needed this experience to pass your class. You just hoped and prayed that Tom was a lot more outgoing than you, and could keep the conversation flowing as you stared intently as his erect… penis.

Your cheeks flared up at the thought. How the hell were you going to do this?

Y/N: help (Y/B/F/N) I cant do this!!! im freaking out

Y/B/F: is he even there yet? lmfao

Y/N: noooooo :((

Y/B/F: if it makes you feel any better, he’s excited and thinks ur pretty

Y/N: why didn’t you tell me that before??!

Y/B/F: do u feel better now tho?

Y/N: no

Y/B/F: ik ur smiling ;) u aint slick

Giggling like a schoolgirl to relieve some of your anxiety, you set your cell phone on the table. Truthfully, your best friend had made you feel better. If anything bad happened, it would surely be a wonderful story to tell everyone in the future.

Your eyes naturally glanced across the room to the clock on the wall. 7:00pm. Tom would be here any minute as scheduled.

You took a deep breath and studied your surroundings. All your tools were in place, and the entire studio was tidied up as if you hadn’t worked the space in weeks. Next, you walked to the wall and glanced at your reflection in the mirror.

With your hair in a bun and your shabby working clothes, you looked suitable at best. You did have a little bit of makeup on to help yourself feel more confident. If you felt good, you could make your client feel good in return.

At least it looked like you didn’t try too hard. You didn’t want this man to get the wrong idea.

Then, snapping you out of your trance, there was a knock on the door.

You straightened out your shirt one last time, and tucked your baby hairs back behind your ears. Scoffing immediately after, you shook your head. Why were you trying to look cute? Who cares!

You rushed to grab the front door, afraid that you were making him wait too long. You flung it open, eyes locking with his right away.

You froze.

He was even more dashing in person.

“Judging by your cute outfit, I think I’m at the right place. Y/N right?”

And a British accent?

“Y-yes!” You flashed a smile to mask your obvious hesitation. You could easily play it off by opening the door and keeping your gaze averted. You were the master of smoothness.

“Thank you for coming, it’s about time I got this project done…” You tittered, locking the door behind him for privacy purposes. “You can set your things on the couch over there.” You pointed, eyes meeting his again when he glanced to the couch and then back to you.

“Awesome.” He nodded, holding your gaze for a moment longer than necessary.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” You offered, nodding your head back to the small kitchen in the back of the studio. You wished the studio apartment was yours alone, but you shared it with multiple other college students in your program.

“Water… or beer if you have any?”

You threw your head back in laughter, causing Tom to smile at your genuine reaction.

“Yeah, I can get you one.”

“In the meantime, should I just strip?” He smirked, not trying to be sly with his flirtations. Though your cheeks were dusting with pink, you were able to match his energy. Your best friend definitely set you up with someone she knew you’d like.

“Do whatever you want, love.” You mimicked his British accent. “You’re the guest after all.”

Walking past him, you gave him one last look when he was fully-clothed. Tom was certainly the player type, practically the perfect embodiment of the muse you had in mind. This wouldn’t be awkward for you, and it would be even better for him. Men like him thrived off of cheeky discomfort in their female counterparts.

Yet, truthfully, you were enjoying it as well. It felt nice to be complimented so soon into an introduction.

As you cracked open a can of beer for Tom and yourself, you could hear him shuffling around with his items. The sound of his buckle falling against the floor made you suddenly nervous to turn around.

Inhaling sharply, and gulping down a few more sips of beer, you finally gained the courage to walk back to the studio setup, where Tom had already wandered over to, completely naked.

“You seem to be in your element.” You noted, trying to keep your eyes leveled with his. Now that you were thinking about it, remaining calm and professional was excruciating in front of such an attractive man. And it certainly wasn’t helping that he was enjoying your embarrassment.

And least this was exciting.

Thanking you, Tom took the beer and pressed his lips against the cold aluminum. “I would definitely feel a lot more comfortable if you were naked too, darling.”

“Hey now,” You nose scrunched in a form of mock distaste. The man caught on immediately, holding your gaze with a sort of amusement that was masking desire. “I might think about it if you sit nice and pretty for me for more than five minutes so I can sketch you.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you walked over to your crafting desk. You decided you were going to start with the hardest part, the part which your grade depended heavily on- from the waist down.

But first, you quickly sketched Tom posing in multiple poses until you were satisfied with one. You had him mimic a sculpture you couldn’t recall, where one hand was pointed forward and the other was rested casually on his hip.

“Can I see what one you want to do?” He asked curiously from the stand you had him propped up on for a better view.

“Sure.” You flashed him your finished sketch. The lines darted all over the page, making it hard for him to picture what was going on in your head. The picture you had drawn would not make sense to anyone else but the artist. But apparently you were talented, so he would trust the process.

You were also trusting the process. The situation you were in could only be awkward if you allowed it to be. And so far it was moving along smoothly. You had your favorite music playing softly in the background to fill the silence, and Tom seemed to be relaxed and unbothered by how quietly you worked.

“That’s cool.” Tom whispered, his eyes narrowing in confusion.

Giggling from his sudden proximity, you tried to tease him. “It’s fine to not understand it.”

“I definitely don’t know what’s going on but it’s still interesting.” He admitted.

You set the paper back down on the table, and decided to attempt and sculpt the base. Moving past a still naked Tom, you tried to immerse yourself in your work, or at least make it seem like you were focused. “This takes hours you know, weeks and months- it won’t make sense for a long time.”

“Perfect.” He grinned. “I’ll get plenty of time to know you better.”

Laughing through your nose, you kept your attention on the clay you had dropped on the floor. “You can put your clothes back on.”

“Oh!” He chuckled. “Yeah.”

As you carefully trimmed the base clay with a heavy frame, you lifted your head to find Tom slipping a robe back on. He definitely came prepared. Had he done this before?

“Come here.” You gestured. “I need you to set your feet down on the clay.”

“I didn’t think this would get dirty so fast.”

“Shut up.” You huffed, grabbing his foot and pressing it down hard until the clay took shape to the size.

“Cold.” Tom commented in discomfort.

“I know.” You released your grip on his calf, looking up at him with a sheepish smile. “All part of the process, but good news for you- you’re done for the night.”

“Really?” Tom raised his eyebrows. “That’s it?”

You nodded, standing back up to normal height. “I’m experienced enough to sculpt the feet and legs tonight.”

“When should I come back?” He sounded a tad too eager, but it caused your smile to reappear.

“Tomorrow night if you’re available.”

“And maybe next time you can bring your own alcohol?” You gestured to the multiple beer cans poking out of the recycling bin.

The man flashed you a smile. “Sounds like a date.”

“It’s definitely not.”

Despite your rejection to his amusing advances, Tom’s expressions and mannerisms remained hopeful. Was it possible he was truly enjoying himself?

“I’ll leave my robe here. I’ll see you tomorrow at the same time?”

“Same time.” You confirmed, nodding him off. It was about time you started to really focus. Attractive man or not, you always got the most and best work done alone.

Because after the first night, the dynamics between you and Tom changed. He became incredibly invested in your process, asking you questions left and right, asking if there was any way he could help, and practically just lounging next to you hours after he would have been free to go.

“What do your sculptures usually look like?”

“Since this isn’t my own studio, I don’t have any of my pieces here. But I can show you a picture when I get my hands wiped off.”

“What do you build your sculptures with? It’s hard to imagine that a replica of me can come out of that much clay.”

“My sculptures are built with water-based clay and are fired in a gas kiln to cone 4, about 2150 degrees Fahrenheit… “ You nodded towards the back wall that had an installed kiln for you and everyone to share. “Trust me, there will be a lot more clay. Hundreds of pounds worth.”

“Can I help?”

“No.”

There was no lying that you enjoyed his presence. Whether he was talking your ear off or napping to the peaceful beat of your jazz music, there was never a dull moment when Tom was in your studio.

Weeks passed, and so did the process. Your sculpture of Tom had progressed to week three, and that’s when you started to grow nervous. When you finished, which you were almost done, would you ever see him again?

You had barreled through the awkwardness of replicating his genitals and chiseling his six pack perfectly into the hardening clay- but you still felt like something was missing. You knew even when you finished chiseling away his jaw line and chocolate brown eyes, there would still be something missing. Him. His presence.

Maybe it would have been better if you partnered up with a man that had zero personality.

Since it was just you and Tom for hours on end, your conversations gradually grew deeper, they stretched into new lengths, so much so that you eventually felt like you had known him for years.

When Tom claimed he wasn’t looking for a relationship, you felt your heart fall. That’s when you realized you were developing stronger feelings for your model. You hardly had time to think about trivial things like that, but you couldn’t deny your disappointment.

And you were sure he saw the brief tears glossing over your eyes when you turned away. Yet, he didn’t make light of it.

That’s when you knew it was useless.

It seemed useless until the sixth week, when you finally finished the head. You were too afraid to attach it. Tom had spent the last couple hours with you in the studio. His legs kicked back and occasional whistles streaming from his lips. He had practically memorized your playlist to the extent you had.

“Tom.” You called. “Your face is done.”

He cheered excitedly, pushing himself off the sofa and racing towards you. Tom had learned to give you your space while you worked, but in moments where you summoned him, he barely stood inches from you. The man would constantly touch you in ways you couldn’t deny sent shivers down your spine.

Like he did as he rounded the tabletop, planting himself by your side and placing his hand on the low of your back. As if it was natural.

“Wow,” He breathed. “Y/N,” Your name upon his lips sounded as blissful as the music. “It’s.. it’s wonderful. It looks just like me... wow that’s scary.”

“I’m happy you like it.” You bit your lip, wishing you felt more satisfied with your project. You wanted to impress him, but you didn’t want him to go.

“All I have to do is attach the head, and fire it up in the furnace one more time. Then it should be good to go.”

You moved to do so, wanting to remove yourself from his grip. It hurt your heart to know the bond you had formed with him would come to an end. Why did you even let yourself get to this point? Was it because he was good at flirting?

“Wait-” His sentence faltered when you whipped around to face him- looking somewhat hopeful.

“What?”

Tom paused, his throat tightening with the words he never thought he would admit. But he couldn’t leave tonight with at least trying. He needed to know how you felt. Because he could either leave with you in his arms, or he could leave never having to see you again.

He had been thinking of confessing to you for days now, but now that the time came, his mind was blank. “You really are beautiful, you know that right?”

“Why do you feel the need to flatter me?” You blurted, still unable to decipher the truth behind his words. You didn’t know how to accept such a compliment. Tom had claimed you were beautiful before, but this time it felt different.

His eyes spoke volumes. The beauty his eyes held was something you would never be able to replicate in a statue. It was a sight you found yourself never growing sick of.

Averting your eyes, you tried to move again. Yet this time, Tom gripped onto both of your arms.

“Look at me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I won’t let you play me.”

“I was never playing you, darling.” The tenderheartedness intertwined with his words caused you to slowly turn your head back. Your lip quivered, and suddenly you felt like a schoolgirl all over again. You felt childish and unprepared for the intensity of your emotions.

“I don’t want to leave tonight without knowing if you feel the same.”

You blinked, hand reaching out to grip onto his. “And that is?” 

“I don’t know if it’s love, but it could be.” 

“That’s all I needed to hear.” You said, incredibly softly. 

Tom released your arms. And before either of you could process what to do next, your lips interlocked. 

You gripped onto him tightly, balling his white t shirt into a fist to keep him from leaving your side again. 

“Tom-” You breathed. 

The kiss you shared was laced with a fervent need, one that you had never experienced before, and one that you craved again and again. 

After the passion you felt, the skin prickling desire, there would be no turning back. 

“Fuck, you’re everything”’ He mumbled against your lips. 

You pulled back slightly to gaze at his expression. He had looked so afraid before, but now he was smiling from ear to ear. Much like he did the day he arrived with a teasing attitude, ready to get under your skin and provide entertainment. 

“How long have you felt like this?” 

“Since the first day.” He kissed you again, his hands cupping your cheeks. 

You whimpered against his muscular frame, trying to ignore the fluttering in your core, fluttering that begged and craved for more. 

“How did you wait so long?” 

“I wanted you to finish.” 

You chuckled, cheesing at his straightforward, simple reply. 

You were positive from that moment moving on, that Tom was not what you had thought at first glance. This entire time he had put you and your project first, letting his own desires sit and warm on the back-burner. That was something you would hold close to your heart, something you would cherish. 

He cared for you in the same way you cared for him. 

“Stay with me tonight, Tom.” 

“I would love nothing more.” 

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

The Intern | Part Seven

Series Summary: You move to New York to focus on your art but end up working as an intern at Stark Enterprises

Chapter Summary: you begin your training with Natasha and start to feel the effects of the serum

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader, Natasha x Reader (friendship), Bruce Banner x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 2190

A/N: this story does not follow the same timeline as the movies. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :) *really sorry how long this took me to post and that its quite short*

Part Six | Masterlist 

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You're woken up the next morning by the sun suddenly shining on your face as the curtains opened themselves and the sound of an alarm you definitely didn’t set. You pull your pillow up to the sides of your head to cover your ears.

“uh..? FRIDAY?” 

“good morning miss Y/L/N”

“whats going on? What time is it?” You ask as the alarm stops.

“it’s 5.30am. This is your wake up call.”

“its 5.30 in the morning?!” You sit up, rubbing your eyes.

“Miss Romanoff is waiting for you in the training room. There are clothes in the closet.”

When Tony said Nat liked to train early, you didn’t realise it would be this early. 

“okay thanks FRIDAY” you say, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. You rub your hands over your face then lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees and your chin in your hands. You are so tired. You don't realise your eyes closing. Then the alarm starts again and you jump up. 

“okay! okay! I’m awake!”

The alarm stops. 

You walk over to the closet and find the training clothes that have been left for you. You quickly get changed, tie your hair up and head to the elevator. FRIDAY sends you to the right floor and before the doors open she tells you to walk to the end of the corridor and take a left. You thank her and follow her directions. 

When you walk into the training room you find Natasha stood at the shooting range, gun in hand. She pulls the trigger twice, hitting the target in the head and right in the heart.

“wow” you gasp and she spins around to look at you.

“don’t get too excited, we’re not doing gun training today” she says locking the gun back in the gun case. You let out a small sigh of relief. You didn’t want her to know, but the thought of handling a gun was terrifying to you. 

She picks up some boxing gloves and walks over to you. 

“you ever boxed before?” She asks, you shake your head. She hands you the gloves and smiles. “then this is gonna be fun”

An hour later you are soaked with sweat. Nat was right, boxing was fun but it was also exhausting. After teaching you some basic moves on the punching bag, Natasha grabbed some punching mitts. She put them on and instructed you to try hit them as she moved around. You were worried about accidentally hitting her but she assured you she could take it. You were surprised at how much you were enjoying training, and how good you were at it. You feel a sudden surge of energy and as you punch you miss Nat’s hand and hit her in the stomach. You must have hit her harder than you thought because you send her flying across the room straight into the weights rack.

“oh my God Nat! Are you-“ you start but suddenly feel your energy drop extremely low, to the point where you're swaying and cant even finish your sentence. Natasha gets up out of the mess just in time to see you fall down to the floor. She runs over to you, shouting your name. She rolls you onto your back, you can barely keep your eyes open. 

“y/n? Can you hear me? y/n?! FRIDAY! Get Tony down here now!”

She stays kneeling next to you, trying to keep you awake until Tony comes running in, followed by Bruce. 

“what happened?” Tony sounds slightly panicked

“We were boxing. She was doing really well; she threw me across the room…” she points to the knocked over weights rack “…and then she just fell”

“we need to get her to the lab, now!” Bruce instructs. Tony immediately scoops you up in his arms and carries you hurriedly out of the room. Thankfully the lab was on the same floor so you didn’t have far to go before you were placed gently down on the same hospital bed you woke on in yesterday. Bruce grabs some sort of scanner off the table and waves it over you, looking at the screen. Your eyes flicker open slightly.

“Tony?” You whisper breathlessly.

“shh, its okay y/n. You're going to be okay” he responds, squeezing your hand. Your eyes shut again and everything goes quiet. 

— — — — 

When your eyes reopen you're still in the hospital bed in the medical lab. Tony is sitting on a chair next to the bed. He’s deep in thought and you note the look of turmoil on his face. He spots you looking at him and instantly his face changes, he smiles at you.

“Hey you're awake. You gave us all a fright. Nat thought she broke you.”

“she thought she broke me?!” You ask shocked, as you sit up in bed “I’m the one who punched her!”

“about that, why didn’t you tell me you were New York’s strongest woman?!” He jokes standing up to sit on the edge of the bed. 

“because I’m not” you shake your head “I don't know what happened in there. It’s like I had this, sudden burst of power come through me and I couldn’t control it. Then as soon as it came, it left again. Only it left me completely empty.” You pause and Tony watches you closely. You take a breath. “does this have something to do with Professor Randall’s serum?” 

“yes” comes another voice, you look and see Dr Banner stood in the door. He comes in, holding more papers like the ones yesterday. “the serum was supposed to have given you super strength all the time. But you only had half the dose which means-“

“I only get half the strength?” You finish. 

“Kind of. Your body is fluctuating between having powers and having none. That’s why your strength left as quickly as it came. The problem is when it leaves, it leaves you with nothing at all. And thats why you passed out.”

“so what do I do? Am I going to just be stuck like this forever?” You ask fearfully.

“there is something we could try-” Bruce starts.

“no!” Tony suddenly interrupts, standing up and walking over to Bruce “I told you yesterday we cant do that, there has to be something else” he takes the papers from Bruce and looks through them, looking for answers.

“do what?!” You ask, frustrated at being left out of the loop.

“we could inject what’s left of the serum into you, complete the dose. The powers should come though properly then.” Bruce explains.

“not an option” Tony states.

“don't I get a say in this?” You say.

“no! This is too dangerous, we’ll figure something out.” Still frantically reading though the papers you now realise are results of tests Dr Banner has been doing. 

“like what Tony? We don't know how much worse this could get?” Bruce says.

“and we don't know what else is in that serum” Tony replies.

The two continue arguing with each other, and you find yourself zoning out as you stare at the floor. You think for a while and come to a decision. You stand up out of bed and walk closer to the boys. 

“I want to do it.” You interrupt them. They stop arguing and look at you. “i want to take the rest of the serum”

“absolutely not!” Tony starts

“this is my body!” You argue back. “I didn’t get a choice when those guys broke in and injected me, but I do get a choice now. And I choose to take the damn serum.” You say forcefully. Dr Banner looks slightly shocked. 

“okay… I’ll, uh, I’ll go get things ready” he says slightly startled by your decision but he leaves the lab. You watch him leave then take a seat on the edge of your bed, processing what you're about to do. Tony silently takes a seat next to you. 

“y/n-“ he says quietly but you interrupt him.

“please don't try and talk me out of this” you say, staring at the floor. He pauses. 

“I’m not going to” he finally says and you look at him. “i just want you to be 100% sure that this is what you want”

You think for a moment before answering. You nod. 

“I am. I don't ever want to feel the way I felt today again. I had no control over my body at all. It was terrifying.” You take a shaky breath. Tony places his hand on your knee and gently squeezes. “so I’m taking back control.” You say suddenly sure of yourself. Tony nods.

“well I’m not happy about it, but I support you.” He says.

“Thank you” you whisper smiling, before resting your head on his shoulder. He leans his head on yours and you stay like that until Dr Banner returns with the serum and a needle. Tony stands up to move out of the way. When you see Dr Banner preparing the needle you feel a sudden wave of anxiety. 

“is there really no other way of taking this thing? Never been very fond needles, especially ones that inject unknown substances” you say and Dr Banner shakes his head. 

“remember you don't have to do this” Tony says.

“no, I want to” you say, trying to convince yourself more than anyone else. 

Dr Banner rolls up your sleeve and you look over to Tony, trying to focus on anything other than what’s about to happen. 

He sees the fear in your eyes and rushes to your side, sitting next to you and putting his arm around your shoulder. 

“I’m right here” he holds your hand with his other hand.

Dr Banner picks up the needle and as pushes in into your arm as gently as possible you squeeze Tony’s hand tightly. He empties the serum into your arm and removes the needle. 

You take a deep shaky breath, relieved its over but also apprehensive of what comes next. The last time you were injected with this stuff you felt immense pain and passed out. Would that happen again?

“now I need you to stay here tonight so I can keep you under observation” Dr Banner says as he guides you to relax into the bed and attaches various monitors to you, one of which starts beeping quietly in sync with your heart rate. Once he’s finished he puts the needled and empty serum bottle on a tray and carries them out of the room. Tony stands up off the bed and you think he’s leaving too. You grab his hand.

“please don't go” you say and he turns to you in surprise. 

“I’m not going anywhere” he smiles “ill stay here as long as you want me to y/n”

“thank you” you reply.

You start to feel a tingling in your fingers and toes. Then it moves up your arms and legs. You look down at your arms, wiggling your fingers as the feeling gets more intense. 

“y/n?” Tony asks, noticing your movements and hearing the heart rate monitor starting to beep faster. “y/n? Are you okay?”

“I.. I can feel it…” you say shakily as the tingling turns into a burning sensation, like before. “its happening again” your heart rate becomes rapid as the sensation travels through your chest.

Dr Banner returns and comes straight over to you.

“y/n? What do you feel?”

“burning” is all you can say, clenching your fists and bringing them up to your head. Your eyes are shut tight and you hold your breath, you're trying not to scream. 

“this is normal, this is your body reacting to serum. Your DNA is adapting. y/n? Listen to me, you have to breathe. It will be over in a minute” he tries to reassure you. Tony stays unusually quiet but doesn’t leave your side, keeping is hand firmly on your shoulder as a reassuring presence. 

After a few minutes the sensation starts to die down and your heart rate slowly returns to normal as you steady your breath. You open your eyes and immediately look at Tony who gives you a small smile. 

“at least you didn’t pass out this time” he says and you give a small tired smile.

“no but you should get some rest now. Your body has just been through a massive ordeal. I’ll come back and see you later” Dr Banner says before leaving. 

“he’s right, you should sleep” Tony says and you nod. “do you want me to leave you alone?” He asks and you shake your head. “do you need anything?” He asks. 

You think for a moment before replying. 

“I’d really like a hug” you say, and Tony smiles. You move over to make space for him and he climbs up onto the bed next to you, putting his arm around you. You lean into him, resting your head on his chest. You can hear his heart beating and its strangely comforting. You allow yourself to drift off to sleep and Tony kisses the top of your head.  

Part Eight

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[lupodefae-blog]

PART I.

So I'm writing this simply because yesterday I talked to someone I have a very serious interest in and after a few minutes into the conversation they said that I haven't really shared much about me. That they didn’t even know I'm from New York and not from here. So I'm writing this at 9:50 because I guess I don’t really reveal much to anyone about me. So what better way to reveal all then to just write??? I don’t know… well might as well start My name is Benigno Agosto III, ya I'm the third. My father and grandfather being the first and junior, but more on them later I suppose. I was born in Manhattan, New York but memories of it at my younger age are pretty fuzzy. My mother is Katie and I get everything from here xD minus the skin tone. My father is Benigno Agosto jr. i… honestly don’t know much about him what so ever. All I know and remember is he is a very abusive man and alcoholic. Which was kind of my reasoning to act certain ways when I was younger and how I cat now sort of. We left NY when I was very young but came by it every now and then just for the trips sake. I met my father one time in my life and called him twice. When I called him I was 8 and I simply said 'hi I am your son' to which he didn’t even remember me, saying I'm not his son. So that was great as one could imagine. I met him when I was 13 and he showed no excitement, no emotion toward a crying kid hugging his dad for the first time. So that was fun as well. Then I called him one last time when I was 20 to tell him how I was, he was doing okay and we chatted for a bit. It was okay I guess. But he wanted me to call him dad, which I refused and explained I couldn’t give a man that title who out right abandoned his son and never gave so much as a happy birthday for his whole life. I feel no resentment anymore, when I was younger that’s all I had but no longer. I have 2 sisters on that side of my family and they are both pretty nice, I see my mouth and attitude comes from that side as well, blessings and curses I suppose xD When I was in the beginning stages of school I guess when my creativity came up, I really liked to draw, I liked singing and pretend to be a knight (which I came dressed to school as when asked to come as what I wanted to be when I was older) I had one friend named Huy. Now Huy was what I wanted to be like because he was SUPER cool and drew REALLY WELL. Like he was drawing DBZ characters in 5 minutes when I was drawing weird trees and little animals in hours and they weren't even good. But he told me to keep trying and I did, my teacher Mrs.Cashmen was my teacher and fully supported me and my like of art and me wanting to be better at it. She saw me as sweet and kind, even though I was super quiet (those who know me now yeah, I was EXTEREMLY QUIET) but other then them it was like I was against everyone… like everyone had something against me so I got into a lot of fights that no one even knew about. Around 3-4 grade, cant remember too well because it was just so long ago I had a major crush on one girl named Sarah. I didn’t know what to do, but I thought a good way to get girls was to be what dad was (bad idea) so I stole her Gameboy thinking if I did I could help her look for it and get her to keep talking to me. Eventually I just felt really mean and shitty and just told her the truth. We stopped talking after that obviously which really sucked. Around this time I was still getting into fights, but I had more friends. I saw Mrs. Cashmen from time to time and she always made me feel better. Huy went to another school from what I recall. But like I said I had friends who talked to me. At this point I gave up on art from the amount of comments about how I sucked and how I wasn’t good, so did the thoughts of being a comedian, and actor, and anything involving art really. I got into more fights, but this time for friends instead of them on me. Because I wanted someone to be there for me, so I thought it would be the same for others. unfortunately a kid proved that somewhat wrong when he and His friends jumped me after school for… w.e. reason. From there I got even more distant and to myself. Around that time suicidal thoughts came into play. Wanted to take pills but I didn’t know what would do anything, I wanted to cut myself but I was too scared of having to feel myself bleed out, I wanted to shoot myself but had no way to a freakin gun. Eventually I attempted to jump off my schools balcony on a Wednesday, I was gonna jump but a my gym teacher came and stopped me, I wish I remembered his name because I really appreciate his words. He just told me about how sad everyone would be if I did do it, family and friends, my mom who lost her brother to suicide. So instead of jumping I got taken to the hospital and had an evaluation right after. I lied and said I was okay but I really I didn’t wanna go away somewhere without my mom, because in that time that’s all I really had. After the event I didn’t make big attempts on my life, instead I just drew, wrote and though about what I would do if I could. All the negative thoughts kind of put me in a weird circle of thinking of myself. That if I don’t hate myself everyone will and keep hurting me, if I didn’t hate myself I wouldn’t get anywhere. If I'm breathing I need a find a way to stop so everyone will just leave me alone… but those were inner thoughts. After around grade 5 or 6 I lost all fucks and just got into fights left and right, and fought back really hard. Suspensions and held back one time for the amount of damage I did to one kid, but never once did I start the fights. I met Cristopher and a few others from my early days. They showed me how to be really happy and helped me get back into art and expression and I got a bit better after that. Crushes became relationships, relationships broke down and I got super sad and hard on myself, then they came to help me get better. I guess those were the better years I guess. High school came!! Well fuck, honestly I didn’t think I would really get that far. Thought id be gone before that. But here I was. I saw a girl who was literally my biggest crush in life like I even took the theater class I was in at the time all because she was going to take it too. Very bad I know but that was my thought process at the time xD I was so bad at flirting and my looks weren't as good as they are now (truly was an ugly duckling) messed that one super bad because I just looked weird and stuff. Had a crush on a new girl who was there only for a few weeks and had to go back to Florida after, but we had a relationship for a bit. We did some stuff I never did before most in a sexual context but nothing crazy. I thought id lose her if I didn’t play to her interests, so I played along with the sexual things so I wouldn’t lose her, I lied about being an awesome graphic designer and got caught lying about that and tried to walk around it all and that kind of lead to a break up. Well earned on my end. But she's doing great which I'm very happy to hear. Lots of relationships from that time and lots of break ups, where I was at fault, they were at fault, it was both parties, and some times there weren't many reasons why it just ended. All around honestly it was fun when it was fun and sucked bad when it sucked. All around alright experience College came and I guess at that time is where I came to be the me a lot of you have met and enjoy the most, so I guess I can ramble about stuff in life between all of the times xD I wanted to be a knight, but no one is being kidnapped and taken to castles anymore and no dragons were around to fight so I scrapped that at a young age. I then wanted to be a comedian and actor and performer, then I was told I sucked and I wasn’t funny. But now I am funny as fuck so to those who told me I sucked can suck it now! Bitches!... Ahem, now then. I wanted to be a vet after that because I loved animals, but I hate school just as much as I love them sooooo that went out the window. Now I'm in school trying to get a degree in Law and Psychology, mostly because I want to be a councilor, because I wanna help people who didn’t get the people I did… because everyone really needs SOMEBODY there. I love dogs, I like comedy and horror movies, even though I scream and freak out I still love the rush of horror, I like sitting at home and just relaxing, I enjoy my friends and hanging outside and going out because I didn’t get to any of that till college really. I like sweets, love chocolate but it makes me break out (what a sad life I live) but I eat that shit anyway because fuck it. I like working out even though I'm not super big yet. I like acting and wanna be a voice actor for fun and maybe be in a game or two xD I hate cats because they are the bane of my existence and they hate me. If its kittens then we can have a nice middle ground. I hate dolls because of my Chucky and a few Spanish movies involving dolls, if you ever give me on I will kick the shit out of it and kick the shit out of you simply because you gave it to me. I hate spicy foods, I cant take the heat, but id try it if you truly wanted me to. I dislike seafood, the texture just feels off, but I can eat sushi!!! Mostly because of the other stuff with it. I hate people who abuse others and hate those who hit women, and if I catch that shit anywhere I have been known to jump in that shit and stop it… even though chances are I will get in a shit ton of trouble or get beat I will do it anyway. I right now wanna start a business but I don’t wanna tell anyone about it because I'm afraid someone will do it before me and I cant risk that, because this business plan is one of the only motivations I have right now. I am called a flirt when truly I just enjoy complimenting people and knowing they are happy and see something good in them, not to gain anything out of it. I have the outward appearance of someone who might model, write awesome stuff, take wild adventures and live a great life with woman and money But I am a nerd in a handsome body xD I play dungeons and dragons, video games, and honesty am super shy despite the mask I wear that shows me being so super out there and up in crowds. I play guitar and don’t think I'm too good at it, I write a lot of poetry and stories… but I hate what I wrote. I take selfies and pictures of things but I hate what I capture on cameras at times. I am a guy who shows so much confidence but really has very little views on himse

[mrsamazingdreamer]

Just Roommates: Part 3

Plot- Jungkook as your roommate+College Adventures lol.

Characters- Y/N, Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi, Taehyung, Hoseok, Jin, Namjoon

Word Count- 1.6k+

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3  Part 4  

casual texting shit- part 1, part 2  

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JUNGKOOK’s POV

This was definitely weird. I was no longer in the position to function like a real dude. I was frozen and shook. I was literally so vulnerable to death and threatened by a hung set of lingerie.

“JK, please. Get used to it now. It was bound to happen in the process of living with the opposite gender.” I try to cheer up myself and get the blood flowing into my body again. But honestly, my blood was rushing to different places where I didn’t want it to.

EVERYBODY SAY NOOOOOO~

I somehow managed to take the shower but wasn’t feeling okay. I wasn’t okay, perhaps the feeling of a sexually frustrated boy and mine were strangely similar. Part of me wanted several things to happen.

I NEEDED A GIRLFRIEND.

HELL NO. I CAN’T EVEN LOOK AT MY ROOMMATE WITHOUT PASSING OUT, INTERNALLY.

I wrapped the towel around my stream waist, just below my belly button and slightly about the V line. I exist the bathroom and saw Y/N?! She was right there sat on the floor eavesdropping maybe? WTF?! She gave me a slight smile and rushed inside to quickly collect her garments. In less than 5 seconds she was out of my way from the door. “SORRY. I’ll just go now.” She stutters and bow at me in apology. The way she ran was faster than anything in that moment.

We apologize to each other so much. It was like every action contains an apology, no matter what it is. GOSH! WHY IS EVERYTHING SO WEIRD?!

Y/N’s POV

MAN. I SAW HIM SHIRTLESS AND WET AND Holy Shitzo. R.I.P. Innocence. 

BUT THE WORST PART ABOUT THIS WAS THAT, I LEFT MY FUCKING UNDERGARMENTS INSIDE AND HE MUST HAVE SEEN IT AND MUST HAVE JUDGED ME HARD FOR WEARING SUCH FANCY KINKY SHIT. OMFG. TT TT TT TT  I just like lace a lot TT TT  fuck life. . 

*TING TING*

I rushed to the door and opened it.

“Excuse me? Y/N, so rude of you, you didn’t even give me your number.” Jimin tells me jokingly. 

“I uh-“

“Park Jimin, you cunt, what the hell?! Where were you all this time? I told you to stay here till I got back but you didn’t.” Jungkook was lowkey mad.

“Yah, relax. Y/N had come in at that time. She seemed trustworthy so I left.” Jimin gave that bright cheeky smile of his.

“Ah, seriously You-!” he told, meanwhile I was stood there smiling like an idiot.

“Okay, you both quickly grab your asses to the college, we have an orientation lecture today.” Jimin informed us.

Jungkook and I both got dressed as quickly as possible and left with Jimin to the college. It felt so awkward and awesome just walking between those two handsome hunks. I couldn’t help but notice Jungkook’s fashion. It was nothing too much, but his looks were kind of killing me. We accidentally managed to brush our arms several times while we were on our way. We exchanged looks and quickly increased the distance as to avoid any more awkward moments. we soon reached the campus hall and then, we all found seats to get on.

Little did I know, I was amused to see a good bunch of guys walking towards us. I was really shook and scared. “College ragging, perhaps?” I thought.

“Yah, you, you and you, tell us all you know about yourself.”, the guy with blonde hair spoke.

“Uh- I- Well, I’m Y/N. Hi. I’m from-“ I was cut off.

“Yah, you’re kinda pretty. Jungkook-ah, Jimin-ah, how did you manage to get along with such a princess?” The guy with a pretty smile said, making me blush.

“Y/N is Jungkook’s roommate!” Jimin busted out.

“Oh Shit down you! Really? Oh my god.” The handsome tall guy just came out of nowhere and said so. SHIIIIT. HE WAS SO ATTRACTIVE I WAS ALMOST UNCONCIOUSLY SWEATING AT HIS PERFECT VISUAL. I was just there contemplating as to what did I do to deserve this. I was stood there, kind of embarrassed and lamely smiling BETWEEN SUCH BEAUTIFUL GUYS I CANT-

“DAEBAK JUNGKOOK! How did you score without even telling us omg, this is crazy. I’m jealous!” The pretty smiled, guy hit him in the arm and I was going to explode with embarrassment.

“Hyung! Shut the fuck up OMG. She is just my roommate! I didn’t even know her before that! Omg, you’re embarrassing, hyung! Sorry Y/N, this hyung is crazy.” Jungkook blushed as he splattered out his madness. 

“That’s okay.” I laughed it off. I actually, uncomfortably scoffed and wanted to cry in the corner and leave the college right away. I couldn’t stand the company of such hot dudes.

“Anyway, Y/N, these are our hyungs and seniors, except this Taehyung, he’s gonna be with us.” Jimin told me comforting from all the fluster they caused.

“Hi, I’m Namjoon, from Physics major. This is Hoseok, from dancing Maj department and of course our little Taehyung, from literature department. Sorry for being so abrupt, I hope you’re fine.” The blonde, Namjoon introduced themselves. They were actually sweet! I thought they must be the creepy seniors who would rag us for weed money.

HOLY SHIT, TAEHYUNG WAS FUCKING HOT! NAMJOON WAS FUCKING HOT! HOSEOK WAS FUCKING HOT! AND JIMIN WAS HOT NATURALLY! BUT JUNGKOOK WAS THE HOTTEST. BRUH WHAT EVEN. 

Somehow I couldn’t keep my eyes off Taehyung. His eerie-ness was attractive. I was dumbed so bad at that moment. We took our seats in the lecture hall and boy orientation got me so good! I was inspired to learn and score and learn! This was going to be a very exciting journey for me. I didn’t think about any of the guys who were around me.

After a while, the boys left and I was all alone, so I kind of started wandering about the campus and trying to socialize with others. As I was walking by, I hear some girls talking about “some hot guys” and being the ass I was, started to eavesdrop.

“Did you see the black haired guy! Omg, Stef, he is SO HOT! Ah-!” some girl said.

“I would literally do anything to get in those pants of his! WISH I COULD BE HIS GIRLFRIEND! UGH” I was still suspicious of as to who they were talking about.

“I know right! But he will be my score, I’m telling you that.” The blond girl said.

“But did you see that guy, Jimin! Holy cow! He’s like the sweetest guy! I would strip for him right now if he wants!”. 

UM... OKAY.

“Oh look at you, slut!” i hear them.

I looked around and saw the boys sat under a tree and talking and giggling. I was so flushed at seeing Jungkook smile like that and I wanted to go and hug him for being so sweet all this time, already. WAIT-  these girls were talking about them! I felt  lucky to be the roommate of the guy who every girl wanted to fuck right there. I smirked to myself but also got sad, because the girls were really pretty and he might just end up with one of them.

Anyway, I didn’t want to ruin the day, so I left the place and went to explore the city.

JUNGKOOK’S POV

Hyungs embarrassed the heck out of me should today! What would Y/N even think of me now! *cries*

“Hyungs, seriously though, please don’t bring out the perv inside of y’all in front of my roommate.” Jungkook decently told.

“Wooooohuuuu! Kookie got possessive. Y/N is cute though, isn’t she! Did you guys talk?”, Taehyung asked like an excited child.

LETS NEVER TALK ABOUT HOW WE TALKED AND HOW WE MET. I WANTED TO CRINGE AND DIE ON OUR FIRST MEETING.  

“Not much. We just met, you know. “I said. 

“Yah, Kookie, she is your roommate now. You better get to know her before you pass out and sweat the fuck out of your body just in the process of ignoring her.”. “Yoongi hyung!” I scream as I see him. We both did a bro hug. “How have you been?!” I ask him happily. “I’m all good. I’m a to the g to the u to the std. You know that.” He made his infamous sassy face. “Aigo hyung I missed you. I wish we could talk more. I really seem to be needing your help.” I tell.

“Yah! What about us? Huh? Huh? Huuuh?” Hoseok hyung said. 

“You seem to have forgotten me, kook?”. It was Jin Hyung, finally! I trusted him with life. 

“JIN HYUNG! I MISSED YOU SOOOO MUCH!” I hugged him.

“Kookie you’ve grown up well. How is life here? Did you move yet?” he asked.

“I am in kind of trouble. When I was moving, I was told that I’ll have another scholar from another country living with me… and guess what? It’s Y/N and she is a girl. Kill me.” I face-palmed with sadness and the amount of ‘awkward’ that had built up in in the past 30 hours.

“Aww, you guys should bond together. I suggest you to go to for a nice hike with her over the weekend. So, that you guys get to know each other better.” Jin told. Everyone started woo-ing at me and the idea of me bonding with my ‘roommate’. “H-Hike? With a girl?! Hyung! Hell no! I will die.” I cried.

“Plus, Y/N doesn't have many friends here, so she will have a good company over the weekend. I would so do this, JK!” Jimin exclaimed. 

“She seems harmless anyway... You won’t get raped. Chill.” Taehyung mocked me while everyone laughed along. I legit was having a panic attack. 

“Jungkook! This is now or never. You either suffer once or suffer for 4 years straight. GTFO, and tell her this if she doesn’t have plans yet. Trust us, we’ve been with girls. We know how this all works.” Yoongi ordered. 

“Jungki, don’t think too much bro. You’re not taking her on a date. She is just your roommate. You feel me?” Namjoon added, making my hart skip a beat. 

Everyone was excited with the idea of it, but I was dying. I was in pain. I couldn't refuse and I was about to it regardless. 

I need to get over this, War Of Hormones. 

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I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry I’ll try to post often. I have been really busy with college and stuff. :’( 

Things will get exciting and saucy af in the next one, I promise. ~w~