#honestly i don't know if i love the finished project here but im DONE staring at it in my docs 😂

[starkravinghazelnoots]

There were many things Sarah Wilson could say she adored about May Parker, from May’s pretty eyes to her soft hair to her contagious smile. She adored May’s bubbly laugh, too, and the way May’s chin just barely rested on her shoulder when May stood on her tiptoes. Their dramatic height difference also made kisses that much more exhilarating, at least in Sarah’s opinion. But one thing Sarah Wilson especially adored about May Parker?

It had to be her spunk.

May was a strong-willed, fiery person. She had no other choice, what with raising a teenage superhero and working double shifts at the ER and still making time to volunteer at local charities in Queens. But at first glance, Sarah suspected most saw May as nothing more then a petite woman dressed to the nines in her scrubs who existed in a perpetual state of semi-exhaustion. One conversation later, though?

Yeah, it was May’s stubborn, good-hearted spirit that Sarah hadn’t been able to stop herself from falling head over heels for.

It was nice, really, having someone who liked to be in control—without being overbearing about said control, either. The perfect combination. Because yes, Sarah could be assertive. She was a single mother of two young boys and a Black woman running a self-owned seafood business in the deep South. Sometimes an assertive attitude was necessary. And sure, Delacroix was a much better place than most, but that didn’t mean her life was a picnic.

Still. Just because Sarah could be assertive when the situation called for it did not mean she wanted to be. The last thing she needed was the angry Black woman stereotype weaponized and shoved in her face when she was just trying to make it through the day.

The first year of the Blip, the first year without Sam, had been especially hard.

So Sarah adored being with May. Adored that May could do the bossing, adored that she could be as soft with May as she wanted, adored that May found her most beautiful during those moments of calm. Of quiet.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” May teased as she entered the apartment, placing her purse by the door before dropping onto the couch beside Sarah. Sarah had only arrived a few minutes earlier, having let herself in with the key May had gifted her the day before. “Come here often?”

“As often as I can,” Sarah responded, a grin sliding onto her lips. “Tickets to New York are expensive.”

May laughed. “Good thing Captain America covers your fare.”

“Mhm. Very altruistic of him.” Sarah was one conversation away from convincing Sam to cover May’s trips to Delacroix, too, she was sure of it. “How was work?”

May hummed, shrugging. “Not bad. Felt long, though.” She exhaled slowly. “We revived a teen from a cocaine overdose. It was a close call, and they almost…” May shook her head, the action sharp and jarring, as if she was reprimanding herself. “Sorry. They’re stable now. That’s what counts.”

Sarah tucked a strand of May’s hair behind her ear. The events of her shift had probably been rougher than her girlfriend was letting on, but Sarah knew now wasn’t the time to push her. A distraction was what May needed. “I missed you, you know.”

May caught Sarah’s hand when she tried to pull it away, threading their fingers together before giving Sarah’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I missed you more.”

Sarah laughed—or maybe it was closer to a giggle, a sound Sarah usually found embarrassing but had never cared about in front of May—before leaning forward to brush their noses together. “Now don’t start that.”

May wiggled her eyebrows, earning more laughter from Sarah. “You could stop me.”

Sarah removed May’s glasses with her free hand, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “Something tells me you don’t need me to stop you.”

“Hmm. Yeah, you’d be right about that.” May moved to sit in Sarah’s lap, the additional boost of height putting their gazes at about the same level. “How about I start something else, then?”

Sarah adored when May started things, adored when May led her through them, adored when May took her by the hand and tugged her along. To give up control to someone else was the most freeing experience in the world—ha, what an oxymoron. All this was to say that when May leaned in to capture Sarah’s mouth in a deeper, more intimate kiss than the previous one they shared, Sarah certainly wasn’t complaining. She sighed into the warmth, her hands falling to rest on May’s hips while May’s rose to cup her face.

“I gotta say… I missed this, too,” May murmured against her lips, and Sarah bit back a laugh.

“You aren’t the only one.”

May grinned at her, eyes twinkling with that spunk so uniquely her—God, Sarah’s heart skipped a beat, her breath stolen away. She had a feeling May would always have that effect on her.

“Good to know,” was the only response May provided before she surged forward to close the distance between them a third time, and a content hum rose in Sarah’s chest as she gladly reciprocated the action.

Yeah, Sarah Wilson adored—hell, she loved May Parker. Loved her eyes, her smile, her laugh. Loved that May always knew when to start and when to stop. Loved how May brought out a gentle side of her she sometimes feared their cold, cruel world had eaten away.

And so, Sarah figured, if there was any drug to overdose on…

Love would have to be the one.

#sarahmay #sarah wilson #may parker #tfatws #spider-man #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #mcu fanfic #mcu wlw #my writing #im just obsessed with the idea that sarah gets to be soft and tender around may like she wants and deserves <3 #honestly i don't know if i love the finished project here but im DONE staring at it in my docs 😂

[luffysfakebeard]

hi!! i don't know if you're taking prompts (so if you're not, ignore this!!) but i saw a text post a trillion years ago that was like "imagine your otp meeting in a 7am lecture and one of them is pouring redbull into their coffee and looks straight at the other and says 'im going to die' and just drinks the whole thing" and ever since i started watching skam this reminded me of something isak would definitely do. aaaanywayyy, i love your fics, keep writing and being awesome!

The Study Buddy; 2070 words[AO3]

It was Even’s firm belief that whoever scheduled a guest speakerat 7.15AM on a Monday deserved to have hellfire rain down upon them.  Hewasn’t even sure why he said he’d go; when one of his lecturer’s the previousThursday had told the class that there was a speaker on Monday that they mightfind interesting Even had made a note of it even though it was optional.

Maybe he was losing his mind.  He had chosen to go to a 7.15 talk.

He couldn’t even remember what the lecturer had said it was about; just that it could be interestingand might help some of them gain some insight for their film projects.  That had probably been what pushed him to go,because as much as Even loves his eight hours of sleep he wanted his film to beperfect more.

When Even walked into the lecture hall at almost 7.10 there wereabout a dozen students scattered around, which was honestly more than he wasexpecting to see.  He chose a seatsomewhere in the middle and slumped down, quickly biting the inside of hischeek to silence the whine he wanted to let out.

The plastic chair was Baltic.  Despite it being mid-November – in Norway– he was pretty sure that the heating wasn’t on yet.  The pipes were creaking and groaning, though,and he realised that the heating was probably only just coming on now to get upto a pleasant temperature at 8AM when normal lecture times start.

Great.  The guy in here after me will probably betoasty warm while I’ll be a fucking ice sculpture, Even thought sullenly. He was pretty sure he could feel his lips pushing into a grumpy pout asthe cold from the chair seeped through his clothes and bit at his skin.

He put his travel mug down on the floor and struggled out of hismittens – it was cold, alright? and everyoneknows that mittens are warmer than gloves Even will defend his mittens with hisdying breath – and was just getting his notepad out when he saw him.

Him being a completely frazzled looking student – maybe a year ortwo Even’s junior – stumbling through the door. He looked like he was wearing about ten layers underneath his huge coat,and Even could see snow caught in the fold of his beanie.  Like most of the students there the boy camein armed with coffee; his hands – which looked snug as fuck in a pair of mittens, Even noticed – were clutching onto alarge take away cup from the nearby coffee shop as if it was the only thingtethering him to reality.

Even picked up his travel mug and took a sip as he watched theboy stumble into a seat and flop down onto it like a dead fish.  And wow, Even had thought he was bad at mornings.  There were probably corpses that woke upbetter than this kid.

Although he doubted any corpse was as pretty as this boy.

Even felt blessed to have seen such a pretty face.  He didn’t feel quite so salty about this bloody early morning guest speaker now.

He watched with interest as the boy set his coffee downreluctantly and wiggled some layers off. Even counted a coat, a scarf, the mittens, and a bulky jumper before theboy decided that was quite enough outwear to remove.  The boy was left in a big hoodie that Evenwas sure was soft as fuck to the touch and probably concealed three more shirts underneath.

The angel clearly felt the cold.

Even empathised.  His asswas already numb from his stupid frozen chair and he’d barely been in it twominutes.  He took another pull from hiscoffee to try to warm himself up from the inside out before the speaker showedup and he’d be expected to concentrate and take notes and all that bullshitrequired of students.

And, okay, the thing is…Evendidn’t mean to watch the kid.  It’s just that he was sat directly in Even’s line of sight and hisface was so pretty that Even just couldn’t bring himself to look around at theother bland exhausted faces in the room or pretend to try to read the leaflets onthe pin board.

So when the guy proceeded to pull a huge can of Red Bull out of his snow dusted backpack it wasn’t likeEven could look away.  He watched as theguy popped the lid off his take away cup and immediately the smell of strongcoffee permeated the air.

Even perked up a little just from the smell.  He drank a little bit more of his own coffee,but what the boy did next made Even freeze in place.

Even watched in horror as the kid cracked open the Red Bull,took a few long pulls from his coffee to make room in the mug, and then pouredthe entirety of the energy drink into his coffee.  He put the lid back on his cup and swirled itaround a little.

It was then that the boy glanced around.

And, of course, he caught Even staring straight at him with a horrifiedlook in his eyes and his lips still around his travel mug.

“I’m probably gonna die. But who wants to live at this time in the morning anyway?” The kidshrugged.  And then, in what Even couldonly assume was a power move to assert his dominance, the kid drank the entirecontents of the large cup while maintaining eye contact with Even who was stillparalysed with shock.

It was only when the kid finished his poisonous concoction andturned his back on Even that Even regained control over his body.  He lowered his mug away from his mouth, forsome reason put off the idea of caffeine completely.  He wasn’t a massive caffeine consumer ingeneral; he was pretty sure his skin was buzzing just from watching that kid neck so much caffeine at once.

It was one of the most disgusting things Even had ever seen.

He’d worked as a barista throughout secondary school and knew hewas a bit of a coffee snob because of it, but the kid’s blatant disregard forhis coffee offended some part of Even purely on principle.

But fuck if he couldn’t stop thinking about it or watching thatboy.  The guest speaker came in and Evenbarely noticed.  All of his attention wason the caffeine addict a few rows ahead of him.

Much to his surprise, the kid didn’t drop dead of a massive heartattack.  In fact, the kid was morefocused than Even was; he was watching the speaker and taking notes and noddinga little every now and then.

Even, on the other hand, wasn’t listening to a thing the speakerwas saying because he was transfixed by a curl of golden hair that had escapedfrom under the back of the boy’s beanie.

Curiosity was killing him.

The more he looked at the boy, the more he wanted to know.  Did he have no taste buds?  How tired do you have to be to combine coffeeand Red Bull?  What makes you even consider combining those things?  What was his name?  What was he studying that could be relevantto the guest speaker?  Why had Even notnoticed him around when he looked like an angel?  How had he not blinked once while he made eyecontact with Even and drank that monstrosity?

Even needed answers,dammit!

It was only when the boy slouched down to grab his backpack andthen stood up that Even realised the talk was over.

And he hadn’t heard a single word of it.

At that moment he realised a few things in quick succession.

1.      He got up at 6AM to listen to a guest speaker and instead ogledthe back of a pretty boy’s head for 90 minutes

2.      He had nothing to show for the last 90 minutes of his life.  No notes, no photos of the board on hisphone, nothing.

3.      He needed to do something fastto make it look like he’d actually been paying attention to that talk becausethe boy was looking over his shoulder and Even still had his blank notebook onhis lap.

4.      Impossibly, the boy looked even prettier from the front.

Even slammed his notebook shut and practically threw it into hisbag, almost knocking his half full travel mug over in his haste.  He grabbed the mug as it wobbled beforegetting to his feet, swinging his backpack over one shoulder and stretching hisback.  An hour and a half in the chairfrom hell hadn’t done him any favours he thought as his spine cracked andpopped.

He chanced a glance over at the boy as he finished his stretchand was surprised to find amused hazel eyes staring directly at him.

“Yes?” Even quirked an eyebrow.

“You know I could feel you staring holes through my skull thewhole time, right?” The boy raised an eyebrow right back.

Well.

Fuck.

Even had no idea how to respond to that.

“Aren’t you going to ask my name or something?” The boy promptedand Even’s brain finally caught up with him.

“I normally ask interesting people out for coffee, but I thinkyou’ve had enough caffeine for a week.” He replied smoothly.  Satisfaction welled up in his chest at thepink blush that dusted the boy’s pale cheeks.

“So is this you notasking me out?” There was definitely a little tinge of disappointment in theboy’s voice, Even was sure of it.

“This is me saying that if you have any more caffeine you willprobably die.  How about breakfastinstead?” Even smiled his best smile.  Hewasn’t blind; he knew he ticked a lot of the boxes of ‘how to be good lookingin the west’ and he wasn’t afraid to use that to his advantage if the situationcalled for it.

And getting to know a cute boy definitely called for it.

“Breakfast sounds good.” The kid smirked.  “You probably owe me a meal after all thatstaring.” He added casually as he turned away and walked towards the door.

“You started it!” Even protested as he followed him out into thecrisp cool morning.

“You were already staring at me when I looked around actually.”The boy looked so fucking smug.  Theworst part was that Even couldn’t even argue, because it was true.

He had been looking at the kid since he walked through the door.

“Are you going to tell me your name or what?” Even huffed.  He knew he sounded grumpy, like a sore loser,but the kid just laughed.

“Isak.  I’m Isak.  And you? What name should I be putting on my sexual harassment report?” Isakteased.

“Seriously?  It was earlyand I was tired and there was a pretty boy, I just sort of zoned out and youwere right in front of me.” Even grumbled. He was still turning the name over in his head; desperate to roll itaround his mouth and see how it tasted.

“Do you stare at allthe pretty boys for an hour and a half?”

“Only the reallypretty ones.” Even winked, taking pleasure in the way Isak flushed all the wayup to the tips of his ears.  He hadn’tput his beanie back on and snow was drifting into his hair.  He looked like a renaissance painting.

“Come on then, I’ve told you my name.  Who are you, huh?” Isak prompted and Evenshot a cheeky grin over at him.

“Even.  Even Bech Næsheim.  Your future boyfriend.”

“Wow.” Isak snorted.  “Ican’t tell if my heart’s beating so fast from the caffeine or from your totallyromantic introduction.” He rolled his hazel eyes and Even swore he fell alittle bit in love with this sassy boy there and then.

“Hey, if you have a heart attack at breakfast we’ll probably getit for free.” Even winked.

“I can already feel my heart outside of my body; let’s not jinxit, hmm?”

“I still can’t believe you drank that in one go.” Even shook hishead in disbelief, pushing the café door open and letting Isak in.

“I call it the Study Buddy.”

“You’ve done that more than once?!”

#Gael writes #G writes Evak #SkamFWN #Evak AU #Isak Valtersen #Even Bech Næsheim #university AU #first meeting #Anonymous