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hard-core-super-star · 7 months

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Tmz vacation pictures. My bad.

the sweetest torture one could bear [H.Steinfeld]

full request: Hi, I have part of a request. Aha, I didn't know what else to put with it, so do with that what you will. Instead of JA being in the videos and photos with Hailee, it's Reader.

pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader

summary: when you and hailee are flown out on vacation to promote your growing 'relationship', you find out there's more than meets the eye when it comes to the actress...and your feelings for her.

warnings: enemies-to-lovers type vibe with a semi-happy ending; PR relationship + stunts; like two JA mentions; R being a jerk to hailee and vice versa; so many petty arguments and hidden feelings; R is technically also famous but it never gets expanded upon whoops; 110% got carried away because of lacy by olivia rodrigo

wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: i know you said you didn't have anything in mind, lovely anon, but i think i took your idea and RAN with it. i just needed someplace to put all the emotions hailee's been bringing out of me lately with the stupid JA situation so i can continue to write fics for her. that's why the NY stunt is still a thing that happens in this fic. hope you enjoy despite how scathing some of my comments can be in this <3

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Dating a famous celebrity is supposed to be fun. At least that’s what you imagine things would be like if you were dating anyone but Hailee freaking Steinfeld.

Although, to be fair, the word dating technically doesn’t apply to your situation.

Even calling it a PR relationship is incredibly generous. You’re pretty much just damage control after whatever mess happened in New York with her and that quarterback.

Of course, it was a mess she created and once it blew up in her face she was forced to retreat and avoid looking like a bigger asshole…which is where you come in. You don’t know how or why but somehow you got roped into things and now you’re being forced to help the brunette clean up her image.

Maybe forced is being dramatic but your team didn’t even let you attempt to talk them out of the idea and instead shoved you onto a private plane headed to Mexico City for a Fourth of July mini-vacation with the one and only Hailee Steinfeld.

Also known as the one person you’d never willingly go out with. Much less on a mini-vacation that only has one goal: get as many paparazzi as possible to take pictures of the two of you so speculation will run wild and distract Hailee’s fans from the New York stunt.

You have no doubt the plan will work which just pisses you off even more.

You’re not new to this life of hiding or the lies it comes with but there’s something about the way the brunette handles things that just rubs you the wrong way. She straddles the border between genuine and fake so often that you’re sure she doesn’t even know who she is most days.

Hence her constant disappearances from the public eye nowadays. Disappearances that just make her stunts with the quarterback even more confusing.

You’re not here to figure the actress out though, you just have to fake a few smiles, hold her hand, and pretend you actually like each other. The media and her fans will do the rest.

Whether the result of your stunt ends with people speculating you're in a relationship or just a public denunciation of her connection to said quarterback is ultimately up to her team so all you two really have to do is pretend.

Something that would be easy…if your distaste for each other wasn’t so obvious.

“Did your lovely team forget the part where we’re not actually a couple?” You question the second you arrive at your hotel room, only to find a single king-sized bed in the middle of the room.

“Why do you assume it was my team that messed up?” She fires back, eyebrow raised in defiance.

You roll your eyes as you finish wheeling your suitcase inside. You don’t even bother to argue about who gets the bed and instead put your things down on the couch set up in the corner of the room. After all, you’re still a gentleman. “Because this whole thing was their idea.”

“They actually know how to do their job, unlike some people.” Her verbal jab isn’t lost on you and it quickly silences the small voice in your head that was urging you to try and get along with her.

“And what’s my job? Pretending you’re the center of the universe?”

“It’d be a nice start.”

“Too bad I’m not the academy-award nominated actress here.” Out of anyone else’s mouth, it would be a compliment but you both know that’s not the way you meant those words.

Hailee doesn’t say anything in response. She just glares at you as if that’ll make you disappear.

Unfortunately, it doesn't, which means you’re still stuck in this same situation with the same pair of eyes that wish they could send you six feet underground…or, at the very least, six rooms away from her.

That glare is more than enough to draw the conversation to a close for the moment. The awkward silence that sticks around instead is just as bad though and you’re actually glad when Hailee’s phone goes off.

You watch, with a slightly amused smile, as the actress argues with one of the many poor souls from her PR team.

She’s clearly not as amused as you are considering the string of curse words that reverberate around the small room. You pick up enough information to know there’s already a plan and a schedule for the pap shots so the two of you have to be on top of your game sooner rather than later.

There’s a split second during the phone call where your eyes meet hers and everything else seems to fade away for those few moments.

There’s no badly suppressed annoyance in her eyes, no vacant look that represents the hundreds of walls she’s put up to keep you locked out of her mind and heart. For the briefest of seconds, she seems…real. It’s as if the mask she so easily wears to hide who she is slips and leaves behind the uncertainty she seems to detest so much.

Ironically, that uncertainty would make her a lot more bearable in your opinion.

The moment ends as quickly as it started and in no time at all, you’re back to being passive-aggressive while pretending to like each other.

“So, what’s the plan here?” You hate how much you care about not further ruining her life by messing up the pap shots. “Last time I checked, you weren’t out of your glass closet yet.”

“Are you saying you check up on me often?” She replies as she gets into the private pool next to you.

For some reason, her team had decided the two of you should kick things off with some pool pictures before going out to dinner tomorrow night. It’s a pretty ridiculous idea but nothing screams summer romance like paparazzi pictures at the pool and/or the beach.

“Yeah, it’s like watching a trainwreck. I can’t look away no matter how hard I try.”

“Funny.”

She sits across from you and you do all you can to stop your eyes from wandering across her face. It’s impossible to deny how attractive she is, no matter how long her list of contradicting personality traits is.

You assume she’s forgotten about your question until she speaks up a few moments later. “There’s no real plan. We don’t have to actually kiss for people to think there’s something going on.”

“What a relief.”

The brunette rolls her eyes at you but no snarky comeback escapes her lips. It might be too insignificant to call it progress but at least you’re having a conversation that doesn’t turn into an argument.

Nothing significant happens after that besides Hailee spotting the paparazzi and both of you pulling the most authentic smiles you can muster onto your faces. Turns out, the fake smiling is the easy part, finding something to talk about is the hard part.

You let her talk up and down about Hawkeye and Across the Spiderverse until you’re finally able to go back to hiding inside the hotel room.

It pains you to admit it but she’s not half bad when she’s talking about her projects. Being alone certainly helps ease some of her anxieties and you’re sure her people-pleasing tendencies have disappeared around you. (You’re not sure if that’s a compliment or not...not that you care either way.)

You push away your slightly conflicting, and borderline confusing, feelings as you make your way back into your room.

And maybe your eyes wander down to her abs a few times and maybe you catch her looking your way once or twice but that doesn’t matter. Sharing one moment with her where she feels like an actual person instead of a walking brand deal isn’t going to change your mind about her.

You make it back into the room and a few peaceful minutes go by until Hailee’s phone goes off once again, her face twisting from annoyance to shock to genuine dread in the span of five seconds. You can’t explain why but something inside you urges you to step out onto the balcony and leave her alone.

So you do just that.

Contrary to the way you act when you’re around her, you do sort of care for her in ways you’d rather not think about. It’s just hard to show that side of yourself when she does everything in her power to get under your skin. It might not be on purpose but that doesn’t make it any less grating.

You rise to your feet and grab the towels you had left hanging on the back of a chair. You don’t say a word as you slide the balcony door open but you swear you hear her mumble out a thank you before you slip outside.

Maybe things between you two aren’t so hopeless after all.

It might be wishful thinking but things are surprisingly calm for the next few hours. It's not until you’re getting ready to fall asleep and forget everything that’s happened today that she speaks to you again.

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch, y’know? The bed is big enough for both of us.”

You turn to look at her, doing a terrible job of hiding the surprised look on your face. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine, y/n.” She shrugs as if sharing a bed with her isn’t a big deal. “Just don’t snore or I’ll kick you to the ground.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you reply sarcastically.

A tense silence fills the room after that and neither of you makes any attempts to break it. Hailee busies herself with double-checking that everything is locked while you climb into bed, turning onto your side and attempting to put as much space as possible between the two sides of the bed.

She turns the lights off, leaving you in the darkness with a rapidly beating heart. You’re not sure why you’re nervous but you have a feeling falling asleep is going to be almost impossible tonight.

You lay there for what feels like hours, doing your best not to think about how close your bodies are right now. You saw her in a bikini earlier today, why are you freaking out over sharing the same bed?

You’re in the middle of mentally arguing with yourself when you hear Hailee let out a series of deep breaths. Anxiety isn’t a stranger to you and you suddenly worry something might have triggered a panic attack.

“You okay?” You speak up despite yourself. “Did you finally realize you fucked over your queer fans with the QB stuff?”

You can’t help but poke the bear even when you’re supposed to be checking up on her.

She doesn’t respond and a few seconds later, you hear her sniffle, the guilt immediately hitting you like a runaway train. “Hailee? I’m sorry, I shouldn't have said that.”

“Republic dropped me.” Her voice is barely audible but there’s no denying the pain it carries.

The urge to turn around and look at her is far too strong for you to ignore so you take a deep breath before giving in. You turn onto your other side so you’re facing her, not wanting to ruin her moment of vulnerability by appearing uninterested.

Her eyes are trained on the ceiling above her but you can make out the glimmer of unshed tears in the warm pool of her eyes. She doesn’t give you a chance to speak up, she just continues as if you’re not looking at her with real empathy in your gaze for the first time since you met.

“I should’ve seen it coming, you know? With all the hesitation and the drawn-out meetings. Coast was supposed to be my chance to prove myself and it did nothing. I hoped rushing SunKissing would fix things but it just made everything worse.”

“And then New York happened,” you mumble.

“Yeah-” Her voice breaks and you hate the way your heart aches for her. “I should’ve just owned up to it but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to admit I was grasping at straws so when my team told me to bring you into this mess…I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Saying no would have been a good start.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles as she turns her head to the side, allowing your eyes to meet in the darkness. “You don’t deserve any of this.”

The sincerity in her words strikes you “Oh, come on, I’m no saint. I’ve been nothing but a pain in the ass since we got here.”

“You're right. You're awful.”

“Shut up, Steinfeld.”

She laughs.

An actual laugh that makes the corners of her glossy eyes crinkle up in a way that makes your heart skip a couple of beats. You’re sure you’ve never made her laugh like that in the time you’ve known each other.

And you hate the way you’re already obsessed with the sound.

“We don’t have to keep doing this,” she says suddenly before fully turning her body toward you. “It was a stupid idea anyway, it’s not going to change people’s minds.”

“Maybe you’re the one who has to change her mind.” You offer the only advice you can think of. “Pretending like everything’s okay isn’t doing you any favors, Lee.”

The nickname slips out of your mouth without a second thought. You don’t even realize you said it out loud until Hailee questions you about it. “Lee? Five hours ago you wanted me out of your life and now you’re giving me a nickname?”

“Five hours ago I wasn’t sure you even had feelings.”

Your comment would have surely earned you a glare earlier but now you get a smile instead. “Point taken.”

“I mean it, though. Stop doing what you think everyone else wants you to do and do what you want. You owe yourself that much.”

“The things I want will just make things worse,” she says, the smallest of frowns tugging at her lips.

“Maybe it’s worth it.”

You have no idea what her words truly mean until you catch her eyes drifting down to your lips.

Everything inside of you tells you to make a joke, or piss her off, or at the very least, turn around and pretend to go to sleep. Anything to stop both of you from making a huge mistake.

But then her hand reaches out to touch your waist and you find yourself leaning toward her without a second thought.

It’s stupid and reckless and the last thing you should add to this already messy situation and yet it’s the only thing you want to do. You don’t want to argue with her anymore, you just want her. Even if it’s only for the night.

“What are we doing?” You whisper, your lips barely inches away from hers.

“I don’t know…do you want me to stop?”

You meet her eyes and reach your decision. “No.”

It’s all the encouragement she needs to close the gap between you, her lips claiming yours in a surprisingly soft kiss. You tangle your hand in her hair to pull her closer as a thought suddenly dawns on you.

There’s no way to deny how attracted you are to her. No way to deny how drawn you are to her despite all the things that get under your skin about her.

No way to deny that you’re actually falling for Hailee Steinfeld.

Shit.

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avacoleman · 3 months

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when the lights go out || a firstprince fic

summary: Henry Fox’s career is in crisis and his dating life isn’t faring much better either. After a chance encounter with a charming man becomes memorable for all the wrong reasons, Henry throws himself into his next assignment: writing the memoir of a beloved C-list actor. Henry, however, knows Alex best for the role he played as his random, awkward one-night stand. Henry enters their professional partnership keen on keeping their relationship just that. But after Henry confesses that their hookup was less than spectacular, Alex concots an arrangement that Henry is unable to resist. In addition to ghostwriting Alex’s life story, Henry will teach him a thing or two about satisfying a man. As they spend months out on the road together, they must decide if the connection between them is yet another story worth telling.

chapter 8/8 || rated e || read on ao3 final word count: 56.7k

Epilogue New York, NY Four months later FROM SCREEN TO THE PAGE TO THE BROADWAY STAGE, ALEX CLAREMONT-DIAZ PROVES HE HAS THE RANGE! Vulture excerpt The Crescent Valley star’s memoir, The ABC’s of ACD, debuted at number four on the New York Times bestsellers list. With an honest look at his start in Hollywood with the role that launched him into the public eye, Claremont-Diaz’s memoir has since been dubbed a must-read for fans of the hit show and beyond. Revered for its sheer candor and care as he opens up about his sexuality, Claremont-Diaz’s memoir has struck a chord with many in the LGBTQIA+ community. Claremont-Diaz received an overwhelming show of support online from fans, many of whom have shared personal testimony that the actor’s coming out inspired them to do the same with their loved ones. It’s an honor Claremont-Diaz doesn’t take lightly.

“From the outset when dreaming about putting my story out there, I always hoped to touch at least one person, as cheesy or cliche as that might sound.. To make that kind of connection, to show them that they aren’t alone, that what they’re feeling is not only valid, but that their truth is worth living? That’s everything. Every single comment online or message that I get from someone in a similar situation feels like armor each day. I carry that with me.”

Following a two-week tour for the book’s promotions, there are no signs of Claremont-Diaz slowing down. The actor is now gearing up to add another first on his resumé.

As mentioned in his book and previous interviews, Claremont-Diaz once did stagework as a child in Austin. These days, however, he’s finding the scale just a tad bit bigger.

“Stage was one of my first loves. It feels right to be returning to it. I couldn’t have guessed it’d be in such a major way though. Broadway,” the actor said, a clear wonder in his voice. “It’s so surreal. I still can’t believe it’s happening. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to make sense of that.”

According to sources, the bright lights of the Great White Way aren't the only thing calling Claremont-Diaz to New York City.

When asked about sightings of him with boyfriend writer Henry Fox around the Big Apple as he prepares for opening night, Claremont-Diaz only offered his signature smirk and kept tight-lipped on any details of how the two met. Though the timeline is unclear of when they initially crossed paths, one thing is for certain: They appear to be in it for the long haul.

Claremont-Diaz has been an outspoken advocate for Fox’s debut novel which is set for release next spring.

With his focus now set on embarking on a new chapter in his career, Claremont-Diaz seems assured about the road ahead, even as he settles into a brand new city in order to complete his show run.

“New York is the place I need to be right now,” he replied simply. “Everything I love most in the world can be found right here. I couldn’t ask for anything more than this.”

#rwrb fic #red white and royal blue #firstprince #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #userthai #tusersonia #tuserpaige #usernicholas #usersteen #tusersilence #userjamiec #iuserzoe #kimmy writes

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aidaronan · 5 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @wynnyfryd and @stevethehairington. Thank!!! 1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 131 (Jesus Christ)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,069,649

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I write primarily Stranger Things with the occasion OFMD but I have written for Marvel (Stucky, Sambucky, Danbeau, gen), The Old Guard, and The Walking Dead. I tend to hyperfixate on a ship/fandom for a few years and then mostly move on when for whatever reason I no longer have interest.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Steddie completely overtook all my top fics, which is pretty wild. The top five are: The Prettiest Boy in Hawkins, Indiana Anywhere, Anytime Critical Hit It's Not a Big Deal I'd Burn the Castle for You

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Sometimes. I very much like to interact with fandom and fandom people. That's kind of the whole point. But I'm ultimately a person with a lot going on and treating comments like they're transactional (aka always owed a response) makes responding to comments feel like a job which is exhausting for me personally.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I mean, as much as I generally like a hopeful ending, there's a fair few. I mean, I was in The Walking Dead fandom where anyone can die so... lol But a recentish one I can remember is one I don't talk about much or promote really bc I don't like to think about it all that often. It's just Steve sneaking back into the Upside Down to bury Eddie. Nothing else, just closure. I wrote it when I was processing some feelings about losing my grandma's cat in a pretty traumatic way. I bottle fed him as a baby and always considered him kind of my cat too. Because of how and when it all happened, I had to take charge and bury him all alone, so I sort of used Steve to get some of it out.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Lol I tend to do Happy Endings so... God, hard to pick. I like the way I'd Burn the Castle for You ends because it's happy but it feels really grounded at the same time which I think makes it happier because it feels like they could actually have it. But when I think of the happiest, I might have to go back to Stucky and We didn't need this to love each other, but I'm glad we get to do it anyway which is a fic where Steve and Bucky never went to war, find a way to live a whole life together despite how hard it was to do so, and then get married when it's finally legal in NY. (Yes, I will keep using the characters getting married when it's finally legal trope because 1. I'm actually a sap, and 2. It's a good reminder that it's recent and hard-won.)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes, not in a while

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Well. Hahahhahaha It can be anything from tender lovemaking to hardcore to hardcore with monsters and any mix or combo of those.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Crossovers in the sense of characters from different fandoms interacting? Not in a very long time, I don't think?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Stolen where they attempt to pass it off as theirs, I don't think so. I have, however, had quite a few rude little fuckers repost it on Wattpad lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! A few of my Stucky fics were translated into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No because I'm terrible at asking for people to work on stuff with me lol I am trying to get better at not thinking I'm annoying everyone all the time and actually talk about collabs and things. @sparklyslug and I are maybe going to do something if we can stop signing up for bangs lmao

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I can't answer this because the answer is always going to change based on whatever I'm into at the time lol

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I can't point to any specific one because I genuinely don't know which ones I will and won't finish. BUT I do know there's never any conceivable way I'll finish all of my WIPs because just for Stranger Things, I have like 59. Maybe I'll say the Paramedic fic because I sort of lost the will to work on it after I took it down. It didn't really feel like there was any interest.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. And fucknasty porn if we're being honest.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I sometimes feel like I really struggle writing any interpersonal relationships because I'm pretty bad at them irl. I know ADHD bleeds into my work and in every single character I write even if they don't intentionally have ADHD traits because I'll never ever actually understand the world from any other perspective. I also have to resist overexplaining shit even in my writing. I'm also bad at actually, you know, starting the task of writing sometimes lmaooo Plus just, like, me and my insecurities. Which is more of a personal weakness but it def affects how I interact with some of my own work/responses to it sometimes. Also see above and hate asking for "help" and being a "bother" and the fact that only like a few of my stories are beta'd lol

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't do it very often, esp in Steddie. But I've done it in the past (I mean, Bucky Barnes, so...) It's like anything else in writing. You do it when you have a reason to do it and you consider the why of it and how different readers might interact with it and how you WANT them to interact with it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

MCR and The Used bandfic back on motherfucking Quizilla

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Not to flex with the fact that I have 131 works on ao3 and that I've been writing on there for over 10 years, but there are so many things I love and love still--or even things I don't love still and would do a completely different way but love the memory of, or even just the accomplishment represented by that thing--that it'd be impossible to pick just one. But I'll talk about a few that come to mind - Fave Steddie is still Cut and Changed and Rearranged and my baby bisexual Steve learning he is loved

I love the work and historical research I put into The Second Labor, my alt version of the first Captain America movie where Steve joins the war effort in a different way.

And I also love my Cyberpunk Stucky, Empires Fall, but Not Us and think of it fondly.

Anyway thanks again for the tags Wynn and Mack 🥰! This was a nice little reflection moment lol Tagging @sparklyslug @greatunironic @banannabethchase @vecnuthy @starryeyedjanai

#fanfic #tagged games

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okaylikesmomo · 1 year

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Chapter 1: First Concert

You sat in the middle row of the van with Dahyun, heading back to the hotel after Twice had just finished the first concert of their NA tour. In the back row sat Nayeon, Momo, and Sana. Nayeon and Sana were mindlessly browsing their phones while Momo had dozed off, softly snoring and leaning her head on Nayeon's shoulder.

"Look at this," Sana giggles while showing her phone to Nayeon.

On the screen is a fancam posted to twitter of Sana shaking her butt during the encore TT performance. "You are such a tease," said Nayeon, a smile forming on her lips. "You already know Once are going to be obsessed over this clip."

"I am just getting started! I plan on seeing how much I can get away with this time, US Once are much more open than Korean Once," replied Sana with another giggle, this time with a hint of deviousness.

You let out a quiet laugh in the middle seat, overhearing Sana's silly antics behind you. Despite the middle row only seating you and Dahyun, the small Korean girl did not leave you much space. She sat right next to you, lightly leaning on your arm. You of course had no problem with this, as it was your entire job to take care of what these girls needed, and you understood that concerts were physically demanding on the girls.

Dahyun sat up straight and turned to you. "Y/N, can you spend tonight with me."

You were shocked. Despite being energetic and outgoing in front of fans, Dahyun was generally quite reserved in her private life. In fact, this was the first time she had made this request with you. "Do you mean...?" You began to ask.

"Yes," she said clearly, looking into your eyes. Then her cheeks began to glow a light pink as she turned her gaze, "unless you are busy to-".

"Of course I will," you cut her off.

She nods, giving you a bright smile. Then she grabs your arm and cuddles up with you, again resting her head on your shoulder. You smile to yourself at her softness, and you notice the only noise coming from the backseat now is Momo's gentle snores. You feel your phone vibrate.

NY: sounds like someone has a fun night ahead of them :P

Y/N: someone jealous?

NY: you act like we didn't have our fun backstage already

You look down at the girl resting next to you. Tonight it was your job to make her night special, and you intended on doing just that.

The van arrives at the hotel and you all make your way to the hotel. The three girls from the backseat walk in front of you, Momo awake but still being dragged along by Sana, presumably tired from the concert. You walk behind them with Dahyun next to you.

"Okay, go ahead, I have a couple of things to do and then I'll meet you in your room tonight."

Dahyun looks slightly nervous, but she flashes you a bright smile and nods before catching up to the trio in front.

You then head to the hotel bar and grab yourself a drink. Despite being experienced at your job, tonight you felt a bit more nervous than normal. You knew exactly why. You finish your drink and begin to head up to the rooms. You want to make sure to check in on all the girls before heading to Dahyun's room.

–

Your first stop is Nayeon's room. You insert your keycard, the hotel has programmed it to work with all their rooms, the door clicks and you enter the room. You find Nayeon sitting at her desk wearing an oversized shirt and what looks like nothing else. She turns and gives you a soft smile.

"What, no more teasing?" you cheekily inquire while walking up to the desk. You notice she has a pen in her hand with a messy notebook on the desk. "Are you working on lyrics?"

She lets out a soft sigh, "I am just so stressed."

It hadn't been announced publicly yet, but Nayeon had begun working on her solo debut already, and it was set to release after their tour ended. She played a part in writing the lyrics.

You crouch next to her, still not sure if she is wearing anything other than her oversized shirt. "You will do just fine, try to get some rest and not worry too much right now." You give her a gentle hug.

"You're right," she closes her notebook and stands up. She gives you a light peck on the cheek and crawls into her bed. "Make sure you take care of the little dubu tonight."

"Of course I will," you respond.

Despite the girls all having varying desires, they were all supportive and respectful of each other. Even Nayeon, who loved to tease the members, always makes sure to take care of the others. You walk to the door, "good night."

She yawns and replies, "night night."

–

The next room was Momo's. You enter and quickly close the door behind you, as the first thing you notice is the bathroom door is wide open. You step forward and peek inside to see Momo in the shower. The water flowing down her curvy body. Her back is turned to you, and you have a perfect view of her shapely ass, wet from the shower. The muscles on her back looked as if they were shining, the water accentuating every curve.

"Oh hello," comes a voice from inside the room.

You are startled by the voice and turn to see Sana standing in the room, drying her hair with a towel, wearing nothing but a set of pink panties. You quickly piece together what is happening as you admire Sana's nude body in front of you. "Ah, so you two decided to have some fun tonight."

She tilts her head and gives you a faux-innocent smile, "I have no idea what you could mean," her perky tits still staring you in the face.

You chuckle softly, knowing exactly how much of a tease Sana is and turn to admire Momo's nude body once more. You couldn't see clearly, but you saw she had her hand reaching behind her body.

"Hey! Why are you looking at her instead of me," she asks while giving you a pout.

You know she is not actually upset, and you decide to play along with her game. "I am sooooo sorry, how can I make it up to you?"

She crosses her arms, hiding her gorgeous tits, and gives you a look as if she is performing a study on you. "You have to kiss my lips," she says, trying to contain a smile and keep up her fake anger as she sits on the bed.

You walk up to the bed, bend over to her level and grab her shoulders. Your lips connect. She doesn't let you leave, as she leans into you, trying to invade your mouth as if you two were fencing with your tongues. You reach your hand down and grab a handful of her tits. She lets out a soft squeak, her soft chest feels like heaven between your fingers as you squeeze and grope the Japanese girl while keeping your lips attached.

After what felt like minutes, you break apart. Barely able to keep her composure, she stifles her laugh and says "ah you pabo, I didn't mean those lips."

You smile at her silliness, knowing she had played you, "oh right, of course," you continue to play along.

She scoots back onto the bed and spreads her legs, rubbing herself over the cloth of her panties. You climb onto the bed between her legs, face right in front of her underwear and pull them to the side.

You take a moment to appreciate the sight. Sana's cute pussy right in front of you, already quite wet, shining in the light. You move your face forward and plant your lips on her pussy, giving her a nice long kiss. She begins to moan softly, grabbing onto the back of your head and holding you there. You think about succumbing to her, eating her out right then and there, but instead you quickly retract, deciding to tease her back.

"Mwah, is that better my princess?" you smile looking at her.

Before she is able to voice her frustration with you, a voice comes from behind, "Ooooh, do I get a kiss, too?"

You turn around to see Momo standing there completely naked, drying herself off with a towel.

Momo's body was unreal. All of the Twice members were quite fit, especially as they had been working quite hard before this tour, but Momo was always on another level. Her tits were what you considered the perfect size, she sported a thin waist and wide hips, giving her body a gorgeous figure. Her abs showed clear dedication and hard work. Her toned legs were long and the subtle muscles would show when she walked. On top of all that, she had an adorable face, currently wearing a red glow as she was fresh out the warm shower.

"Of course," you slide over on the bed to where Momo is standing and give her a kiss, too. Her pussy was extremely soft and warm from the shower. You stand up from the bed, "alright ladies, I think it's time I let you two have your fun."

"You don't want to have a quick taste of the main course before you go?" Momo asks innocently.

Not entirely sure what she meant, you look over at Sana who had at some point had already removed her panties and was laying on her side, hand between her legs. She gives you a sly smile, raises one leg up and points her hand lower.

You realize that you didn't see Momo fingering herself earlier, she was making extra sure she was clean.

Momo had now crawled onto the bed next to Sana, she turned back to look at you with a cute smile. She was on her knees with one hand propping herself up, and the second hand reached behind her and gently spread her cheeks. Her asshole invites you, making you unable to refuse.

You walk forward towards the bed once more. Sana, excited for the show, begins to touch herself again, a noticeable wet spot appearing on the bed below her.

You bend over, gently pushing Momo's hand forward so she is now on all fours. You take one cheek in each hand and give a big squeeze, relishing in her softness. This elicits a soft moan from the girl. You spread her cheeks, once again taking in the view of her puckered asshole, ready to be eaten out. Unable to wait any longer, you dive in. Your nose is buried deep in her cheeks as your tongue finds her hole. You begin to trace circles around her asshole, encapsulated by the taste of her. Her moans become louder, but more muffled. You push the tip of your tongue to her entrance and begin to push forward. Her asshole accepts your tongue. Momo was one of two Twice members who had anal experience, however a couple others had shown interest. Your tongue thrusts in and out of her tight ass, her moans getting louder and louder.

You reach your hand up between her legs and feel her wetness. If you thought Sana was wet earlier, Momo was the next degree. Her pussy was drenched, immediately coating your fingers in her juices as you began rubbing her clit. This went on until you felt her asshole become harder and harder to penetrate with your tongue, to the point where it was almost impossible. You began vigorously licking her while still rubbing her clit until her entire body began violently shaking. Her legs gave way as she orgasmed, falling to the bed while spilling her juices all over your hand.

You stand back up and admire the scene in front of you, just now noticing that Sana had moved next to Momo and the two Japanese girls were fully making out while you were eating her.

Their mouths break apart and Momo collapses, no longer being held up by Sana, breathing heavily as she comes down from her intense orgasm.

"Wow, when is it my turn to have you play with my bum," Sana says while looking at her spent friend, "I am so ready for you to fuck my ass."

It always amused you how easily Sana could go from innocent teasing to extremely vulgar just like that, she truly had some impressive duality. You hold your hand out to her, still completely soaked with Momo's sweet juices. She takes your fingers in her mouth, staring directly into your eyes as she sucks them clean. "Next time, we'll try your bum," you reply.

You give Momo's bouncy cheeks a final gentle slap, "okay you two have fun, but please make sure you get some rest tonight too."

–

You walk past Sana's room, knowing that it would be empty. The next room you arrive at is Jeongyeon's room. You quietly enter, in the off chance she has fallen asleep already, but the lights are on. You walk into the bedroom and see Jeongyeon sitting on the bed with Jihyo, both in their pajamas watching something on an iPad. The duo notices you.

"Hey Y/N, did you need anything?" Jihyo softly asks while smiling.

Jeongyeon had been having a bit of a hard time lately, but all of the members, especially Jihyo, have been extremely supportive of her. It made you happy knowing she had so much support, especially since she almost didn't come on the tour.

"Nope, just checking in, do you two need anything tonight?" you reply.

"I think we are all good,' answers Jeongyeon.

Jihyo gives you a look, "I heard you have plans tonight with a certain member."

"Nayeon told you?" you ask.

"Yup, everyone knows," she gloated. "Make sure she is treated extra well, okay?"

Jihyo, like Nayeon, was extra caring for the other members. She truly embodied the leadership role.

"You already know it, goodnight!"

–

The next room you entered was probably the most interesting room of the bunch. On the desk there was an assortment of toys, most notably a string of beads and three plugs of varying sizes. As you're observing the toys you see Mina walk out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a matching pair of blue underwear.

"Y/N!" she shouts as she runs up to hug you. You embrace her tight and athletic body. "If you didn't have plans tonight, I would have given you quite a show," she said seductively gesturing to the desk.

Mina starts removing the rest of her clothes as you pick up the largest of the three plugs. Despite having spent a lot of time with Mina, you are still surprised at what her body could do. You turn to her and give her a look, "honestly, I am sure this show would have been amazing."

Mina, now completely nude, gives you a big gummy smile before grabbing a bottle of lube from her bag, "I know you are here to check on me, but don't worry I am being responsible," she says, showing you the bottle of lube. "I won't hurt myself."

You put the massive plug back down on the desk and turn to admire Mina's body as she began to apply the lube to herself. While Mina gave this aura of elegance and grace, she was an entirely different person in the bedroom. She, alongside the rest of the J-line, was extremely comfortable using your services ever since you joined the team; this meant you had spent many sessions with her. She basically had two modes and no inbetween, either she wants the most pampered and soft sex imaginable, or she wanted you to fuck her as hard as possible.

Fans would joke about Mina versus Sharon, but there was a funny amount of truth to the comparison behind the scenes. She was the only member other than Momo who had so far done anal work with you, and tonight looked like she would be doing a lot of it.

"I really do wish I could stay for this," you said.

"Don't worry, I understand," she responded, "Dahyun works so hard in the concerts, I wish I had her level of confidence in front of Once, she deserves the best tonight. I'll send you a surprise later."

The juxtaposition of Mina saying something so sweet while lubing up her asshole for a plug that has no right fitting inside her tiny body was something you found absolutely hilarious.

–

You went to Chaeyoung's room next and found it was empty. Chaeyoung was very laid back and open to a lot of things, so you wondered what she could be up to at this time. You left her room and wondered if you should text her, but you had a feeling you knew where she would be.

You open Tzuyu's door and walk in, your assumption correct. The two youngest were laying on the bed together, cuddled up under the sheets watching what seemed to be something on YouTube on a laptop.

"Hey, what are you two doing?" you inquired.

Tzuyu shyly pulled the sheets tight around her while Chaeyoung answered, "just watching random videos, will you join us?" The latter half of her comment made Tzuyu blush slightly.

You check the time on your phone.

"Don't worry, we know you have commitments tonight," Chaeyoung said, "but we can see you are clearly hard as a rock already."

She spoke so nonchalantly, but she was right. While you managed to calm your erection after Momo's room, you had just been with Mina and you began to itch for relief.

Chaeyoung looked at her phone before looking back at you, "I assume you were just in Mina's room?"

Surprised at how she knew this, you felt your own phone vibrate and you took a look. Mina had sent you a picture of one of the plugs in her ass. "That girl is something alright," you remarked.

Chaeyoung laughed, "alright, now I know you have a date with Dahyun later, but you can't walk into her room sporting a full erection already, plus you will probably burst the second she looks at you at this point, let me help you out," she gets out from under the bedsheets and you understand now why Tzuyu has been so shy this whole time.

They were both completely nude under the sheets.

Chaeyoung stood in front of you, completely undisturbed by the fact that she was naked. You could see her pussy lips were wet and slightly parted, and you realize that the two girls were probably playing with each other before you walked in. She had small breasts, but they were cute.

You found it very adorable how shy Tzuyu was being despite you having seen her completely nude multiple times before. This is just how Tzuyu acted sometimes. She generally did not ask for your services very often, but you knew that all the other members loved to play with her and she seemed entirely okay with fooling around with them. She also enjoyed watching, almost as if she was curious, and it seemed she was open to pretty much anything as long as she wasn't the one to get it started.

"Have a seat," Chaeyoung gestured to the bed where Tzuyu was sitting.

Tzuyu put the laptop to the side and you got a glance at her body under the sheets. Then, all of a sudden Chaeyoung pulled the sheets off the bed, leaving Tzuyu completely exposed on the bed. You stared at her body. Tzuyu was flawless. She didn't have the biggest chest, but her tits were cute and complimented the rest of her curvy body. Her thighs were full and meaty. Despite being a professional, seeing her naked on the bed combined with all the sexual tension from earlier was pushing you over the edge.

"AH!" she shrieked, "I wasn't ready!"

Chaeyoung giggled, "how about you get Y/N warmed up?"

You sat on the bed next to Tzuyu, your erection clearly showing through your pants. Tzuyu stared directly into your eyes and began stroking the outside of your pants. Even though she was blushing hard, this girl knew how much power her beauty had over guys and she had you stunned.

Chaeyoung crawled on the bed between your legs and grabbed the hem of your sweatpants. With one swift pull, both your pants and underwear were removed, your fully erect cock finally being set free. She licked her lips, staring between your legs while you removed your shirt.

"Wow, Y/N must be really excited for his date later," Tzuyu said, "he looks so tasty."

Chaeyoung brings her lips to your tip and plants a gentle kiss on your cock, "will you have a taste tonight?" she asks.

Tzuyu nods while you sit there letting the two girls use your body however they wish.

After a couple more gentle kisses along the length of your shaft, Chaeyoung brings her lips to your tip once again and opens them slightly. She lowers her head on your cock just enough to embrace your tip with her mouth, her lips parted just enough to create a tight seal around your cock. She holds her head there and you begin to feel her tongue swirling around your tip, all while she looks right into your eyes.

Her slow pace was agonizing. You felt precum already beginning to form, quickly being mopped up by her tongue. Then she began to inch lower. Slowly, inch by inch, she went until she had about two thirds of your dick in her mouth, still flicking her tongue all over your tip. Her mouth was already quite full of your cock, but that didn't stop the young girl. Her big eyes still staring into you, she gives you a wink and suddenly brings her nose to your crotch, accepting the rest of your shaft all at once.

You let out a moan, tired of being teased tonight it took all your energy to just sit there and not start thrusting your hips into her mouth, but you can't deny it felt amazing. Chaeyoung removes your cock from her mouth and gives you a smile. Your dick is covered in a mixture of precum and her saliva at this point. You almost wanted to voice your complaint about the loss of her mouth on your cock, but as if she could read your mind she immediately takes your shaft back in her mouth. This time she takes your entire length at once. Gone was her slow pace, she began to find a rhythm. Eyes now focused forward, her head starts bobbing up and down, taking your entire length every time.

You look over at the girl to your right. Tzuyu had been watching the older girl suck your dick intently, as if she was trying to learn from her. You reach over and pull her closer to you, your bodies touching at this point. With one arm wrapped around her, you bring your other hand up to gently fondle her small breasts. As you start playing with her nipples, bringing them to full hardness, you lean into the younger girl and give her a kiss. She returns the kiss and you delight yourself with the taste of her lips. Your hand begins to move down from her little tits towards her crotch, making sure to feel every inch of her body on the way.

She parts her legs slightly, and your hand makes its way to her clit, you begin to gently rub her. She was slightly wet, not as wet as Sana or Momo earlier, but you knew Tzuyu's body took a bit longer to get accustomed to you than the J-line.

You give yourself a challenge: make Tzuyu cum before you do. It wasn't going to be easy. You begin rubbing her clit gently, quickly picking up the pace to match the speed of Chaeyoung's head bobbing up and down your cock. You feel the burning in your balls, getting close to finishing, but you hold on. You stop rubbing Tzuyu's pussy and you bring two of your fingers to her entrance. As your fingers plunge into her, her body fills with ecstasy. She stops kissing you as she loses control of her body, her moaning and heavy breathing is all you can hear as you finger her.

You can tell from her breaths that she is close to cumming already. You continue to match your finger thrusts with the movement of Chaeyoung's blowjob as you feel yourself reaching the point of no return. With a few more plunges, Tzuyu cums, her pussy leaking all over your hand. You slow down the pace slightly and help her ride out the orgasm.

"Fuck Chae, I'm so close," you moan while still gently fingering Tzuyu.

She hears you and then holds her mouth steady on the top of your cock, now stroking you full speed with her hand while she stares at you. The sight was too much and it pushes you over the edge. You feel the initial burst of cum explode in her mouth, she flinches but continues to hold steady and keeps stroking your shaft. You have forgotten everything in the world at this point other than the feel of your pulsating cock as Chaeyoung fills her mouth with your cum. Some of the white goo begins to leak from the side of her lips but she continues to hold steady. After what felt like an hour, you stop cumming in her mouth.

Chaeyoung removes her mouth from your tip for the first time since she started blowing you. She opens her mouth to show you how much you came, and it was a lot. Staring right into your eyes, she closes her eyes and swallows, flashing you a smile.

"I hope that was as good for you as it was for me," she says.

You are slowly returning to your senses, "that was fucking unbelievable."

Proud of herself, she looks down at your semi-erect cock which is now covered in her saliva with a bit of the cum that leaked out of her mouth. She looks over at Tzuyu who has recovered from her orgasm. "Did you want a taste?"

Tzuyu's eyes open wide and she crawls over next to Chaeyoung. She leans forward, making sure you can see her clearly, and sticks out her tongue as far as she can. She licks from your balls all the way to the tip, collecting the mixture of liquid on her tongue. She swallows, and then repeats the motion, licking up each side of your shaft all while making sure you have a perfect view. Once she is happy with her job, she gives your tip a cute kiss. "So delicious."

"I know I am supposed to be the one working for you girls, but thank you," you say to the two girls.

Chaeyoung giggles, "don't be like that, we all know how much you mean to us, plus it's fun," Chaeyoung replies. She crawls up next to you in the bed and whispers in your ear "But, since I just did this for you, I do have one demand. After seeing that picture Mina sent earlier, I want to try anal next time."

You're not surprised, a couple of the girls have been hinting recently that they wanted to try, and Chaeyoung has always been so open-minded. Your mind briefly begins to think of Chaeyoung's asshole, which you have seen numerous times but never entered. She looked tight, and you knew from experience that she had probably the tightest pussy in Twice. "Deal, but now I need to attend to the girl of the night," you respond.

You head to their bathroom and take a quick shower before wishing them good night and leaving.

One final room for the night.

#smut #fanfic #fluff #twice #kpop #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu #jype #male reader #mature

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reshramlove1ob · 8 days

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Hi, there! Following the permission here's ny little writing request: A day in the life of your OCs such as Leo. You can write for as many of them as you want! 😄

Thanks for the request!

The morning light shone through Leo’s window. It was Saturday, the one day he could sleep in.

His mother had other plans!

“Leo, WAKE UP.” Asura banged pots and pans, yelling all the while. “It’s time to make extra pastries!”

“M-mom!” Leo whined, burying himself in the covers. “It’s only seven!”

“All the more reason to get going!” Asura pulled the covers off her son’s body and picked him up.

“Mooooom! You do this every morning…let me sleep in this once!”

Asura gave a chuckle, knowing she could never stop.

***

Mercury walked past the quiet buildings of Gratwater in the morning breeze. Humming a tune, headphones in, she was ready for the day.

Snatching the money she got from a bounty was easy, but now she craved something sweet. She knew a place nearby, her favorite place in Graywater, that had the best cupcakes.

Imaging the soft cake in her mouth made her drool, but she shook her head.

‘I’m going to need to go to Leo’s place for a sweet treat,’ she told herself, ‘I’m going there today anyways, I can wait…’

In all honesty, she couldn’t wait. But supporting her friend was important to her, so she had to.

She sat on a deserted bench to wait for the next bus. She knew this cycle all too much, wandering everywhere until she saw her friends, then doing a bounty then wandering some more.

It was a…lonely life. But she simple smiled and let the breeze blow her purple hair in its embrace.

***

Pearl opened up the doors to the office and walked in. Getting right to work at the break of dawn was what she did every morning, except for holidays.

Today was different, though. She saw Yu Ran already there, sipping a cup of coffee.

“Oh, Pearl.” He said, smiling. “You’re here early.”

“I’m always here early, sir,” she replied, “getting some personal stuff done before my real work is just more convenient.”

“…I see.” Yu Ran put down his coffee and walked over to her.

“Sir?”

“Are you sure you don’t want help with this Shadow Guard?” He asked. “I know he’s not hurting our workflow, but he’s hurting you.”

“It’s nothing, I promise. Thanks for the concern, though.”

Pearl swiftly walked away. Yu Ran sighed. Perhaps Su Jue could get her to break her walls…

#her writing #Dislyte #Dislyte oc #Dislyte yu ran #Asura #Leo #Mercury #Pearl

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snzysimper · 1 year

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FINALLY!! I haven’t posted a fic in AGES. Apologies for that. This is probably the longest thing I’ve ever written. I’m really proud of how this turned out. It took me a while, but I hope it was well worth the wait for everyone. This is the re-write of this fic. I tried to keep it loyal to the original, but also make it better.

Note: I had everything italicized and shit, but tumblr is stupid and doesn’t keep it when it gets copy pasted from a google doc so I’ll go back and fix it later. For now, you can just use your imagination because I am to lazy to do it rn.

Another note: not that this really matters, but Security Breach doesn’t exist in my AU, so first of all, no ‘Burntrap’ and also no SB Vanessa. I much prefer the fan made version from Help Wanted, so that is who I use in my fics and such, but feel free to portray it however you like. She just looks better. Feel free to look at some fan art else where.

A Warm Surprise

A Will/iam x Van/ny Snz Fic

Written by SnzySimper

Word Count: 1950

TW: Spray, Snz (ofc), mentions of deceased children (only briefly)

| I am allowed to write what I want and I would appreciate if you keep whatever rude comments you may have to yourself |

It is about 11 o’clock at night. The pizzeria was far past closing, which was 8 o’clock. One would generally expect for the place to be empty. Isn’t that how this works anyway? Starting in only one hour, the haunted robots spring to life and, well, you know the rest. But, no, not right now. We are far beyond that point. Long story short, after the closing and re-opening, new animatronics were made, and the Fazbear brand was re-started after someone bought the name. As of the current moment, a new man owns the name brand. Well, not quite. After escaping his presumably eternal hell, William Afton put his consciousness inside of a game, making himself nothing but a piece of computer code. With the help of an innocent bystander, he was set free into the world again and, under a new name, bought his company back. Who’s his partner in crime, you may ask? A young woman named Vanessa, or Vanny, as William usually calls her. His little reluctant follower, although she has become less reluctant as time has gone by. In fact, she had become much less of a follower and more of a friend. The two did most everything together. Were they themselves together? Well, no. Not right now, anyway.

Sitting down on a table, Vanny looked over towards the animatronics. They were powered off, as they should be. She and ‘Dave’ planned to keep it that way. No more vengeful ten year olds wanting to damn your soul. And hopefully not ever again. He didn’t have any reason to make it happen again. He had obtained his immortality, so why would he need to kill more children. It’s not like he needs the remnant. She glances around the pizzeria, not used to it being so empty and quiet. No sounds of children giggling and screaming. No music. Only the hum from the air conditioner. A bit creepy and unsettling to most, but she had come quite accustomed to it. She found it almost peaceful. It was silent, and peaceful, and not a single sound to-

“-gGGes’SSHHhss!!”

Slightly startled at the broken silence, Vanny looks up. She was alone in the pizzeria, minus her ‘boss’. It had to have been him. Come to think of it, had she ever heard him sneeze before? Being a computer code, she didn’t really think he could sneeze. Oh well. Who cares? A sneeze is a sneeze. No skin off her teeth. She pulls out her phone, not paying it anymore mind. “Hh’gGG’shhh!!..’Ggsshh!” Well, this was certainly interesting. It was strange enough for this to happen once, granted that it had never happened before. But three times? Curious to what could possibly be happening, Vanny hops off of the table to go and find him. It was getting to be time to head home, so she should go and get him anyway.

~~~~

“Hhhh…”

Sitting at his desk, William breathes heavily. He was happy that the day was finally over. He could just go home and fall asleep on the sofa. He crosses his arms and lowers his head, about to fall asleep in the chair. In front of him are blueprints for trying to fix SpringBonnie. Trying. Although he may as well just start from scratch. The suit itself is beyond repair, but the internal parts, or at least the springlocks, could possibly be salvaged. It would take a good bit of effort though. As the AC turns on, he shivers, wrapping his arms tightly around his chest. Was it usually this cold in the pizzeria? Or maybe someone had just messed with the thermostat. Who knows. Giving William the benefit of the doubt, he is a TWIG. The average weight for someone who is 7’2 is around 230. William is 190. One could say that this is due to him not eating much. He doesn’t see a reason why he should. As we have previously established, he’s already immortal. It isn’t like he can starve. Although, the occasional meal is nice. He slowly raises and tilts his head back, his breath hitching slightly. “hhHh’GGschh!!” Damn. Why is he so cold? Wiping his nose on the back of his hand, he sighs. Was it possible he could- no. No, no. He’s a piece of computer code for crying out loud; barely even able to be classified as a human being at this point. Being sick is completely out of the question.

Right?

It had been a long day of listening to the same 6 songs on repeat, children's laughter, and, worst of all, the smell of shitty cheap pizza. He was more than ready to go home by now. Vanny walks in the room, softly knocking on the door. “Mr. Afton?” She walks up behind him, and gently places her hand on his shoulder. Having completely zoned out, he jumps at the touch of her hand. She jerks her hand back. “M-Mr. Afton-! I’m so sorry, did I wake you?” While they were ‘friends’, Vanny’s voice still trembled whenever addressing him. She knew all that he had done in the past, and was terrified of what he would be capable of doing now that he was immortal and essentially invincible. William, however, didn’t respond in his usual manner. “Vanessa,” he gives her a small weak smile. He doesn’t face her directly. He simply looks back at her using only his eyes. His piercing, icy blue eyes. “It’s nearly midnight.” She wrung her hands. “Shouldn’t we be leaving soon?”

“Yes. Worry not, we will be heading out soo-”

He abruptly stops speaking. He looks a bit dazed for a moment before quickly bringing his hand to his face, pinching his nose. “Ht’nnt-!” It is almost silent. “Ht’nxxt!! ‘nxxT -nnt!” And again. “hhHt’nkkt!!”

“Bless you,” Vanny says softly. He lets go of his nose, which is now a warm pink, and sniffles as he wipes his nose on the back of his hand. “Hhh, thank…thank you.” At last, he turns in his chair to face her. Vanny is worried by the sight of him. His cheeks are a touch of pink, and so does his nose, although his nose is a brighter shade. The parts of his face that aren’t flushed somehow look even more pale than they usually do. The dark circles under his eyes are more noticeable than normal. Tiny droplets of sweat are present on his forehead. Almost by instinct, she reaches up and gently presses the back of her hand against his forehead. “Mr Afton, you look awful. Are you feeling alright?” Realizing that she literally just reached up and touched his face without any sort of warning, she panics and quickly tries to jerk her hand away. Before she can fully pull her hand away, William reaches up and presses the palm of her hand against his cheek, sighing happily. Vanny blushes, shocked by the intimate gesture. He closes his eyes and lowers his head. He looks very happy to say the least. “Your hand,” he says quietly. “It feels really warm. It feels nice.”

“Your face is very warm, too. And not in a good way.” She lets him hold her hand and uses her other hand to feel his forehead again, now assuming that he doesn’t mind her touching his face. “You have a fever. I’m sure of it.” She removes her hand from his forehead and moves his hair so it isn’t covering his eyes. “Mmhm,” he hums in agreement, although she is quite sure that he isn’t paying all that much attention to what she is saying. She laughs softly. “Come on, let's go home.”

Vanny helps walk him into the house. Leaving her side, William walks away and flops face first onto the couch. He looks pretty comfortable. Vanny giggles. She isn’t used to seeing him so relaxed. Usually when he interacts with others, he lacks much emotion and is very curt. Any time someone tries to care for him or assist him with something non-work related, he snaps at them to leave him alone. With her he is usually a bit more friendly, but not much. Tonight, he had been everything but that. He even smiled at her. Vanny walks over to the couch and sits down next to him. William helps himself and rests his head on her lap. She lets out a small squeak, shocked at the fact that he is being so affectionate. She sighs and begins gently scratching his head. He smiles. “We should probably get some medicine for you.” William hums softly. “I’m fiiine.” He closes his eyes, sighing softly. Vanny sighs. “Alright. If you say so.” She didn’t want to challenge him on anything, so as not to take his gentle and chill attitude for granted.

They are silent for a good ten minutes before William starts sniffling. Vanny looks down at him. He is rubbing his face with the back of his hand, his nose clearly irritated. William eventually gives up, deciding that his efforts to relieve the itchy tickling sensation in his nose are fruitless. He looks adorable, Vanny thinks. She gently presses the tip of his nose with her index finger. “h’EHshhSS!” Vanny jumps slightly. “Oh. Bless you.”

“Mmm..what was thah for?” He grumbles sleepily. “Sorry. You just looked so cute. Your nose was twitching like a little bunny.” Vanny giggles. William rolls over to face up at her, his eyes still closed. “Could you..do it again?” She is a bit surprised, and pretty confused. “What, why would you want-”

“My nose..it’s still itchy. I need to sneeze. Please…” He opens his eyes looking up at her, his eyes practically begging for her to do something. Vanny can’t help but feel bad for him. “Alright.” She takes her thumb and index finger and begins gently rubbing the sides of his nose.He sniffles a few times as she continues to gently touch his nose. “I-is this helping? Is it working?” He sniffles once again. “Y-yeah, snff, sorta.” Vanny moves from the sides of his nose to the base, just below his nostrils. “Oh- hihh right sndff there..” She continues rubbing his nose, a bit harder this time. William’s breath is hitching. He tilts his head back, before inhaling sharply. “Hh’Gggshhs!! HGg’essh!! EH-shhiis! Ht’chh ‘chtt!!” He tries his best to avoid spraying Vanny, although he still gets her a little. Vanny lifts his head off of her lap. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go find some tissues.” She quickly rushes out of the living room to go and search for tissues.

William sits up, holding his nose shut as he continues to sneeze wetly. “hMP’tchh! Ht’CHH!! T’chh k‘chh -gSHH!!” Vanny comes back with a box of tissues and sits back down on the couch. She hugs William, leaning him back in her arms. She holds the box of tissues out in front of him. He quickly grabs one and holds it up to his face. “H’ppshh!! Hh’IISHH!!” He sighs, having been able to finally catch his breath. He rubs his nose with the tissue. His nose is revealed to be much more pink than it was before. He sniffles, draping his arms on Vanny’s shoulders, holding on to her like a sloth. He rests his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes. “ I’mb sorry sndDF for..snff sneezigg on you.” Vanny chuckles softly. “It’s alright. I don’t mind.” She rubs his head and begins playing with his hair. Laying down, she holds onto William and hugs him close. “Try and get some sleep, alright?” William hums in response. It isn’t long before she hears him softly snoring. She smiles, kissing the top of his head. “Sleep well, Mr. Afton.”

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anonymousfiction211 · 2 years

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Hey, can you write something about asgarding reader who was send to earth by Odin, many years past and when Loki comes to destroy NY, all the feeling he had for her came back but she isn't the soft and shy girl she once was and now he's fighting against her. No angst, I just want a badass female reader who doesn't give in easily and he's just trying to win her over please!

Never knowing the answer The whole battle was temporarily forgotten when the two of you locked eyes together. Neither one of you had expected to see the other person, in this place, at this time. It was years ago when you said goodbye to your best friend. Maybe he was more than that at the time, but the two of you never got the chance to explore that. It was always a what-if-question. And you had accepted long ago that you would never know the answer.

But now, here he stood before you. He was taller than you remembered, his hair seemed off to you, and there was something in his eyes you couldn’t place. He eyed you up and down. The harness in his eyes dimmed down.

‘(Y/N)..’ was all he said. Clearly taken aback by your presence.

You waited patiently for him to say something. But after a few seconds, you realized that he didn’t know what to say.

‘I expected more than just my name rolling off your tongue, after all this time, Loki’ you answered.

His eyebrows shot up, surprised by the snappy tone. You had to hold back your smile. Even in the old days, you found it endearing when Loki was at a lost for words. To be fair, you had changed much over the years. As had he, apparently. You thought back about all the times, Loki had stood up for you. You weren’t as confident back then and were lucky to have Loki in your life. He made you feel comfortable but did try to push you a little out of your shell. He was your prince on the white horse at the time, a role he clearly loved to play. When you were sent to earth, to help the human race defend itself against alien threats, you had to change. You couldn’t be that shy girl, who let everyone walk all over her. You needed to be strong, confident, and a leader. During the years you became the person you needed to be, and you never wanted to be the damsel in distress anymore.

A loud noise interrupted your thoughts. One of the alien creatures was running towards you. You got into a fighting stance immediately, but Loki stepped closer. With one wave of his hands, the creature stopped. It turned around and left. When he took another step closer, you took a step back.

‘Are you hurt?’ he asked, seeming genuinely worried.

And as much as you wanted to believe his sincerity, you had to remind yourself that it was still Loki. Whatever bond the two of you had, it had changed. You had to be on your guard. Knowing how smart, cunning and powerful he used to be, and assuming that over the years he had grown and developed that power.

‘No. But if I am, then that’s on you’ you answered.

‘I can help you, you know’ he said, ignoring your statement.

You had to supress the need to roll your eyes. Typical. Here you were, almost unhurt, in the middle of a battle, and he still saw you for the shy, helpless, little girl you used to be. But you did realize that you could use that to your advantage. Hoping to get some information, to stop him.

‘How?’ you asked.

‘Let me heal you’ he said.

You weighed the risks and benefits against each other. Seeing how genuine he looked, you nodded. Loki inched closer and started to heal some of the cuts on your arms. And the giant bruise on your side, from when you were slammed against the wall by one of his creatures.

‘Better?’ he smiled softly at you. You smiled back.

‘Why are you doing this?’ you asked.

‘It’s rather a long story’ he took a step back. ‘We have to get you out of here’ he added before you had a chance to tell him, that you had heard most of the story from Thor already.

‘What?’ you asked.

‘It’s not safe for you to be here! I don’t want you to get hurt’

‘Why not call of the attack? What is your plan, anyway?’ you asked.

‘I CAN’T!’ he yelled at you. You flinched a little at the sudden anger in his voice. You saw the sadness in his eyes when you flinched, but quickly composed himself. ‘I didn’t mean to yell’ he said. ‘Now, follow me. I know a place’

‘Loki, I’m fighting for my home. I’m not going anywhere!’

‘Midgard? Your home?’ he looked at you, like you have gone mad.

‘I have been here for some time’

‘And what about Asgard?’ he asked. But both of you knew he was really asking about the two of you.

‘I don’t think I want to go back’ you said, and Loki knew all too well that you weren’t lying.

He looked you into your eyes, that’s when you saw his smile. He was going to manipulate you, or at least try to, to get what he wants. He always had a way with words.

‘Then we stay on earth’ he said.

‘Wha-‘ but before you could interject, he cut you off and continued.

‘I will admit, I have missed you, darling’ he purred a little too sweet for your liking. ‘Remember, when Thor and the warriors three had pulled that awful prank? And I found you by the river?’

You knew where he was going and wondered if this would have worked on you in the past.

‘You felt so awful, you wanted nothing more than for me to teleport us away. So, we could build a life far away from everyone’

‘Yes, but instead you convinced me to prank them back and we both were on house arrest for a month’ you answered.

‘I have never heard you laugh more in a month’ he smiled, thinking back at the memory. The two of you were on house arrest together in the palace, meaning you frequently visited each other and hung out. Loki had spent the entire month cheering you up and had succeeded.

‘Remember, how it ended?’ he asked.

You couldn’t help but blush a little. At the end of the month, you had gotten him a present as a thanks for keeping you entertained. He wouldn’t accept it first, because the two of you were friends and he had fun as well. Before he opened it, the two of you look into each other’s eyes. And suddenly you felt his lips on yours. ‘Next time, I promise to teleport us away’ he had whispered in your ear.

Shortly after that, you were sent to earth and the two of you never had the chance to talk about that.

‘I like to keep that promise’ he said. He extended his hands, and for a moment you had to admit you were tempted to take it. But you quickly realized where you were and what was still happening around you. The Loki you left on Asgard, wasn’t the same that was standing he before you.

You decided it was time to end this. You got into your fighting positions and quickly pulled two daggers from your suit. ‘You’re not listening to me, this is my home now. And I will defend it, even against you’

Loki didn’t move, so you swung your dagger towards him. He had to take a step back, but didn’t do it fast enough. He probably didn’t expect you to attack him. How could he? The end of your knife graced his cheek and left a shallow cut. Loki hissed in pain, maybe more surprise than pain. It was barely bleeding. In this moment you had the upper hand, and decided to throw a next punch. He blocked it with his hand, so you tried to hit him from the other side.

You punched him in his cheek and his face turned to the side. He quickly grabbed your hand and twisted your arm. When you hissed in pain, he quickly let go and took a step back.

‘What are you doing? I’m trying to HELP you!’ he half-yelled at you.

‘You’re NOT helping me! You are attacking us!’ you yelled back.

‘I’m trying to save you!’

‘So, you want to teleport me away. Keep me safe until after the battle, then what?’ you argued.

‘We will rule earth together’ he answered.

‘What if you lose?’ you questioned.

‘I’m not going to lose’ he said.

‘Always with the cockiness’ you sighed.

‘You have changed’ Loki stated, narrowing his eyes.

‘You have as well’ you answered.

‘Does anyone have eyes on Loki?’ you heard Steve ask you through your earpiece.

‘Don’t answer’ Loki said. He reached out his hand. ‘Come with me. I want you by my side, I need you by my side’

‘I repeat, does anyone have eyes on Loki?’ Steve asked again.

‘Remember the lake? The balls? The late night strolls? The kiss?’ Loki said.

You took a deep breath. You had already made up your mind.

‘Loki is on the 43rd floor of Stark Tower’ you answered Steve.

Loki slowly lowered his hand and you saw the hurt in his eyes. He quickly composed himself, standing as tall as he could. ‘So be it’ he said.

You got back into your fighting stance. Loki took a step towards you, he made the sceptre disappear. He bends down a little and to your surprise he kissed your cheek. You were taken aback by the gesture and didn’t know how to respond. You just stood there and stared at him.

‘I will come find you in the dungeons when the battle is over. I hope you will reconsider then, because I’m not giving up on you’ he said.

That’s when one of the Chitauri came flying through the windows. Loki suddenly jumped onto the flying space jet ski off the creature and grabbed the controls, while the creature screamed at you and moved to the back. ‘See you soon’ Loki winked at you before flying away through the whole in the window.

Lok was just gone, when Steve and Thor came bursting through the door. ‘Where is Loki?’ Steve immediately asked.

‘The jackass flew away, before I could capture it’ you answered. Steve started to tell you about a way they could stop the battle, but that they need Loki’s sceptre to execute the plan. You were listening to Steve but did catch the look Thor shot you. You tried to ignore it but wondered what he knew. For now, you pushed it aside. You were going to focus on defeating Loki and would deal with the personal stuff after that. If you would get the chance this time, that is.

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velnica · 3 months

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You know, last year when I REALLY got into the Bard boys, I was always terrified that I'd lose my friends if I didn't keep writing or gposing them. Like there's this visceral fear that if I take a break then it will be, as they say, all for naught. It was a double-edged sword—I wrote and posed some of the best things I've ever done, but also I was burning out so fucking fast even if I didn't realise it yet.

There was an incident late last year that made me re-evaluate my fixation, and from then on I think I've taken a far healthier approach In regards to it. I realise that the people who liked what I do will stay, and the ones who will leave when things don't get made like clockwork aren't worth having around. I also realise that I was chasing that high of making things as fast as I could when really there was no need to burn myself up.

My NY resolution is really just freeing myself from stats and clouts and the attention. The only thing I refuse to back down is stopping myself from creating as I enjoy the act itself, and the constant rush of creativity is sorely needed for me to get a break from real life.

If you've followed me for the bards, thank you thank you, and I hope some people are here to jump the shark (snake???) with me as I gain another fixation 💜🐍

#just need to get this off my chest #I'm not shy about spewing out what I think #it's very cathartic!

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longeyelashedtragedy · 1 month

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tag ppl you want to know better game - tagged by @heffer-wen many many days ago! (i had so much fun reading your answers!)

last song: "shrike" by hozier. i liked this song fine when the album first came out, but 5 years later all of a sudden it's everything my brain needs to hear. something about how his voice sounds when it gets Loud--it's just filling all the spaces that are empty and expanding my lungs and i can breathe. yknow?

currently watching: nothing, sincerely. i've got a pandemic era frank interview queued up, but that requires actually staring at a video and paying attention, and i'm not very good at that. i mean i guess i've poked around a couple old youtube videos that are too incriminating to discuss. but!

in seriousness...i'm trash at watching anything most of the time. tv/movies were on a near-total ban in my house as a kid and i think i'm a product of this parenting choice (recommend!)

three ships: frank x mason, big gabi x willo, XHAKARTETA. hard to pick a favorite frank ship though...that could go in a lot of directions.

favorite color: Heff did i see hot pink and black? YES! my favorite colors are pink and black. runners-up: red and purple, though some reds and purples are better than others.

first ship: gosh...honestly, i think it was McLennon, hahah. that was the first ship i realized was a ship, though, because my friend introduced me to ff.n via that ship the summer after 8th grade. before that, i was informally shipping katarina witt with a whole bunch of people myself included. but yes, John & Paul. i didn't really have headcanons or anything though, i just read some stuff. the first ship where i was like I SHIP IT and went to read fanfic on LJ for it was *sigh* bellatrix/narcissa from harry potter. say what we will about JKR now, and i'm sure we all have, but some of the fanfic on livejournal went HARD. as a mere teenager, i was in awe of the adults writing all this stuff, and felt so privileged to lurk amongst them and occasionally comment. Would that fandoms were still like this!!!

place of birth: new york, ny in a hospital that's about to close. i was six days late because i was destined to be a sag and not a scorpio. i knew even then!

current location: just across the river and a little bit southeast.

relationship status: hardcore in my aromantic era. i used to be obsessed with love and having a special person and all that, but i don't know...the idea of having to have someone up in my business, entitled to knowledge about me, sharing a space with me all the time...it all just feels like a big NO these days. it actively makes my skin feel crawly. of course, life is designed for you to have a partner which is pretty frustrating. sincerely i'd rather just have a bunch of loving and interesting friends who all live near me. now, am i down for a hookup? sure, but the only part of me worth seeing is my head, so we move!

last movie: "encounter in the air," it's a movie directed by this albanian director whose stuff i love. he doesn't use music in his films, and films on location in/near his hometown in northern albania, and the...soundscape? is so rich and bountiful and gorgeous. you don't realize how noisy movies are till you watch one of these. (this was one of the very rare times when i watch something)

currently working on: reading my way through my library book pile, decluttering my leggings shelf, thinking of how i want to structure a potential fic about a ~75 year-old man having a drunk fuck with his son's wife (with motivations currently unknown to me--and what tone it should have? not my usual pedestrian tone, but how to do it differently? i do have some interesting sentences written down in the draft. i like the sight and then the memory of wet footprints on the hallway floor & mud from the football pitch and carelessly worn boots tracked through the house). also how i'd write some frank/anthony gordon england NT callup dubcon phone sex. now that was a whole serving of word salad. shit, imagine if i was writing TAA/szoboszlai or pedri/gavi.

tagging: @thatbrightblueshine @kvaradonaa @protect-daniel-james @medicalwastebouquet @thundercrack (answer on whichever of your blogs hahaha) and i KNOW i'm leaving people out so...YOU. if you want!!!! no pressure at all.

#about me #thank you heffer-wen!#i might reblog this in the morning idkkk

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graceful-starker · 2 years

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Hey, this is the anon that sent you the request for jealous!Tony. Your writing is fantastic and I like how you characterized Wade, bubbly and not his usual level of crazy.

If you're still taking prompts, how about a look into Tony and Peter's home life? Are they attending uni in NY? Do they visit home? Are Tony's parents alive this in AU? Is Ben alive? Is Peter Spiderman?

I think it would also be interesting to see how Peter and Tony would take their hiatus from each other. I'm wondering how dark you want the AU to be because I could totally see a sexuality crisis alongside Howard's parenting pushing Tony to either doing hard drugs for the first time, or overdosing for the first time.

Peter’s Boyfriend Chapter Three: Fall/Thanksgiving Break.

Summary: we need a little insight into our character’s home lives. This is mostly fluff and filler, but the end has some very important plot points.

Warnings: angst/whump, homophobia, abusive parenting, internalized issues, past minor character death, drug use, underage drinking, unhealthy coping mechanisms, fights, etc. I don’t think anything else major should be tagged, but please don’t hesitate to let me know if there is!

Notes: this AU is a non-power AU, so no one is any super hero. It’s supposed to be just them if they were around the same age and went to the same college. They are, in fact, attending a NY college! Idk if I want it to be a real college or a pretend one that exists only for this AU, I’m not sure it matters too much. The rest of your questions shall be answered in the fic!

Also: if you want to read this in chronological order: read The Big Three: Ch. 1-3, and technically folklore fits in ambiguously, but it isn’t that important to the over all arc. As always, this can be read as a stand-alone fic if you want! ❤️

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Peter smiles as he walks through the door, tip-toeing as he puts his vacation bag down and locks the door as quietly as humanly possible.

No use, of course.

“Peter!” He hears from the living room, and suddenly his aunt is tackling him into a bear hug.

Peter laughs, hugging his aunt back and kissing her cheek. “I missed you too, May!”

May laughs and pulls back, dusting his shirt off of invisible dirt, just taking him in. “I’m missed you so much, it’s too long!”

“It was two months, May,” he teases with a laugh, letting her try and flatten his hair to be tidier.

May tsks, pulling away again. “Yes, but I used to see you every day!” She sighs and grabs his bag, taking it to Peter’s old bedroom happily. Peter follows, feeling bad she’s carrying it for him. “And I only get to have you here for a week now!” She sighs sadly, hoisting the suitcase on the bed. “Well, let’s make the most of it!”

Peter grins, pulling her into another hug. He really loves his aunt so much. “Agreed. What’s first?”

May hums and pulls her glasses off her hair to rest on her nose. She pretends to read a to do list. “Hm, let’s see…yes, I think we will start with coffee and life updates. How’s that sound?”

Peter grins, nodding his assent. “Let’s do it!”

Peter laughs softly, both hands cupping the mug as he listens to May’s stories. When she goes for a sip, he copies her. This coffee shop is nice, he thinks. Homey.

“Enough about me,” May starts, waving her hand dismissively. “What’s happened with you? Have you made any friends? Joined any clubs? How are your classes? Your professors?”

Peter laughs again, putting a hand on hers. “You have to let me answer a question before asking me another one,” he giggles, enjoying the way May blushes and smiles.

“Fine, fine. Go ahead, I’ll save my questions!” She starts sipping, as if that’s proof she won’t speak again.

He grins and takes a sip of his own before talking. “I’ve made loads of friends actually, I love all of them! I joined the photography club, which is a lot of fun. I take pictures for the school newspaper.” May ‘ooooo’s happily, leaning closer to take in his words. “My classes are great, I met some friends there too…and um…I actually met my uh…I met someone in my chemistry class.”

May gasps and lights up, holding her cup more tightly. “Yeah? Tell me everything!”

Peter bites his lip, taking a long sip to stall. But she gets impatient, so he sighs and looks down into the coffee as he talks. “Well um…you know. Very much my type, you know? Funny, light-hearted…”

May nods. “Smart?” She asks, tapping her fingers.

Peter blushes and hesitates. “In a way…”

May tsks. “Peter, you need someone smart enough to keep up with your quips and wit!”

“I know, but it’s just a college thing, you know? It probably won’t last.” Peter takes another sip.

“Okay, well, tell me more. Major? Name? Social security number?”

“May!” Peter giggles, meeting her eyes again. Then he goes quiet again, blushing some more. He looks at his coffee, letting out another breath. “Okay, well… h-he…his name is Wade.” He clears his throat, face pink and neck prickling with anxiety.

May suddenly reaches out and takes Peter’s hand. He looks at her, feeling like a doe caught in headlights. But she only smiles at him, saying something with her eyes he can’t quite make out. “Wade, that’s a nice name. And does he make you happy?”

Peter suddenly feels tears in his eyes. The rush of relief is so strong, that he almost wants to pass out. He sniffles, starting to talk but his voice breaks. He takes a deep breath and nods, before wiping his face and smiling at her. “Yeah. Yeah, he makes me really happy. I really liked Liz and MJ, but this feels different. Like…”

“Like more than high school puppy love?“ she teases, squeezing his hand and sipping from her mug again.

Peter blushes and nods, smiling wide. “Yeah. Like it’s more serious. He says I’m smart and attractive, and it’s like he…he wants to be with me all the time.” He blushes even harder, taking a sip of coffee to stop his ramblings.

May grins. “I like him already.”

Peter swallows thickly, and suddenly starts tearing up again. He takes her hand, taking a couple deep breaths before managing a broken “Thank you, May.”

“Of course, baby,” she coos. She squeezes his hand again. “I love you, Peter. No matter what.”

Tony’s hands shake as they pull into the driveway. Jarvis turns the car off, but doesn’t move otherwise. Tony takes a few deep breaths, clenching his hands into fists and smithing them out again.

“Shall I drive around a bit longer, sir?” Jarvis asks, voice warm and comforting.

Tony doesn’t answer right away. Jarvis doesn’t push him. Eventually, Tony shakes his head and opens his door for himself. “Might as well get this over with.”

Jarvis opens his own door, heading around to the trunk. “Of course, sir. I’ll get your things.”

Tony nods, walking to the front door. He hesitates there, taking deep breaths. Then he slides his glasses on, puts on a smirk, and opens the door. “Ma? Pops?” He calls.

He doesn’t get an answer, but a loud “what is he doing here?” Greets him. He follows his father’s voice into the kitchen.

“You asked him to come home for holidays dear, remember?” He walks in to see his mother nursing a wine glass, a small pile of pills resting next to her breakfast plate.

“It’s not the holidays,” his father grumbles. He doesn’t look up from his computer, where he’s likely working.

“You say that every time he visits, dear,” she says, swallowing one of her pills and turning the page in a newspaper. “But what will the tabloids say if our only child doesn’t visit during breaks?”

Howard simply grumbles, and Tony works his jaw. “Great to see you too, dad,” Tony snarks.

“Watch your tone with me, boy,” Howard says, looking up.

Tony smirks, watching as his mother disinterestedly chases the rest of her medication down with her wine. “Great to be home,” he says sarcastically, hearing Jarvis make his way inside. He knows his father won’t do anything in front of the man.

Howard’s jaw works and his eyes go dark, tracking Jarvis’s movements through the archway. “Go to your room and be quiet. I have a lot of work to do.”

Tony does a mock salute and follows Jarvis to his room.

“I do wish you wouldn’t provoke him such,” Jarvis almost whispers as they reach Tony’s room.

Tony plops down on his bed, pulling out his phone and taking his glasses off. “I brought presents,” he says instead of an answer, pointing to the duffel bag.

Jarvis sighs, but goes to it. “You don’t have to, sir,” he mumbles, but gasps as he pulls out a record with shaky hands.

Tony continues to scroll on his phone, pretending not to watch.

“Sir,” Jarvis breathes, not taking his eyes off of it.

“I know that it was Ana’s favorite a while ago, she used to hum the songs to me when I was little,” he starts. Jarvis holds it with shaky hands, almost as if he thinks it will disappear if he lets it go. “And dad thought that since he technically owned it, he deserved it back after…” he swallows, gripping the phone tighter and fighting away tears. “Anyway, I was going to wait for Christmas to give it back, but I’m bad at keep secrets, so. Happy early Hanukkah.”

Jarvis swallows thickly, slowly looking up to Tony with wet eyes. “How your parents raised someone as good and kind as you-“

“They didn’t,” Tony scoffs, trying to play it cool. “You and Ana did.”

Jarvis sniffs, running his hand over the front cover. “Where did you-“

“I just had to track down the person dad sold it to. Paid him double what he paid for it, and bam: it’s the exact copy she always listened to.”

Jarvis nods, speechless at this point. “Thank you, sir,” he croaks, standing up. “I-“

“Just put it in one of my bags so he won’t see it, take it home with you tonight. And don’t expect a Christmas present.” He waves Jarvis off, because if he meets the man’s eyes he isn’t sure he can keep up his careless attitude.

“Of course, sir,” he says, doing just that. Knowing that nothing else needs to be said, he closes Tony’s bedroom door softly.

Tony stares at the ceiling after, taking deep breaths. It’s going to be a long break.

Thor grins as he bursts into the front door, clanging and banging the whole way. “I’m home!” He calls jovially.

“In here, son,” his father calls, and Thor happily drops his bags and marches in. “Ah, there you are my boy!” Odin stands, clapping Thor on the shoulder before giving him a quick hug. “Come, your mother and brother are in the garden. They’ll be ecstatic to see you!”

Thor hums happily, thanking his father and going outside. “Mother, Loki!”

Loki looks up; and instead of his usual adoring, puppy-like brother, someone entirely different looks up from what he was doing. He’s grown his hair out, he’s wearing all black—and is that eyeliner? The boy crosses his arms in impatience at being interrupted, scowling as if Thor is the last person he wanted to see.

Which is very different from over the summer, where his smiling, joyful little brother whined at his departure and begged to come with again.

“What do you want? Me and mother are busy.”

Thor quirks a brow, looking between him and his mother. His mother makes sure Loki can’t see her before mouthing ‘it’s a new phase’. “Ah, yes, apologies. Well, seeing as I flew halfway around the world to see you, can I at least get a hello?” His smile doesn’t falter; there’s nothing his little brother could do to make Thor hate him.

Loki scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Hello,” he mocks, turning back to the garden. “We are trying to plant something new, we have to be careful or it’ll die. Go away!”

Thor grins at his mother, who fondly rolls her eyes and smiles at Loki’s back. “Ah, much more important,” Thor agrees. “Well, I’ll leave you to it!”

Thor goes back inside, sitting next to his father. “How are things, father?”

Odin hums, pausing the news and turning his full attention to his oldest son. “Yes, about that…”

Thor keeps his smile but cocks his head to the side in curiosity. “Yes?”

“Well…” he laughs and shakes his head instead. “Later, later! Tell me, how is school going? Are you still dating that wonderfully smart young woman?” He asks.

Thor preens with pride, nodding. “Yes, Jane and I are still together. She’s halfway through her doctorate.”

His father hums, patting his legs anxiously. “Yes, that’s so wonderful. I like her, that one. Yes, yes.” He nods again.

Thor laughs, half nervous half amused. “Are you alright, father?”

Odin chuckles deeply, checking his watch and looking out the back door at his wife and youngest son. “Yes, yes. Perfect! Nothings wrong. Not a thing. All is well, yes.”

Thor’s smile disappears. “Convincing.”

Odin looks back to Thor, clearing his throat. “Something to drink, son? I recently purchased this wonderful ale, aged in a barrel of fine bourbon. You like beer, yes?”

Thor agrees, but his eyebrows furrow in concern. “Yes…what’s going on?”

At that moment, his mother and Loki come back in. “Go wash up honey, we can make dinner together next.” Thor notices his father escape to the kitchen as his son is distracted.

“Mother?” Thor asks, watching Loki stalk away and Frigga wipe her hands on her apron.

“Yes, dear?” She asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Is something wrong?”

Her lips go tight, but then she sighs and rubs her forehead. “Not wrong, no. But we need to discuss something before-“

“Here we are!” His father interrupts, pushing a beer mug into Thor’s hands. “This is by far the finest beer I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting. Drink, son, you’ll love it!”

Thor frowns but takes a gulp, letting it sit on his tongue for a moment before nodding to himself swallowing. “Yes, it’s very good. Now, what’s going on?”

Odin and Frigga give each other worried looks. Finally, Frigga steps forward and claps her hands together in front of her. “Well, alright. Let’s sit down.”

Loki walks in at that moment, and then he huffs angrily. “Oh so he gets a sit down conversation and I find out when she rings the doorbell?” He shrieks, and it’s so unlike the Loki Thor remembers that the blond gasps.

Frigga sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, and Odin glares at Loki. “Go to your room. Now.”

Loki stomps his foot like a child. “Don’t tell me what to do, old man!” He yells.

Thor’s eyes widen, and his jaw drops. “Loki! What on earth-“

“I don’t care if mama forgives you, I never will!” He yells, before turning on his heel and stomping his feet as he goes.

Odin lets out a shaky breath, letting Thor know the words hurt more than the older man wants to let on.

Thor shakes his head. “What the hell is going on? What is he talking about?”

Frigga looks to her husband, sighs sadly, and takes Thor’s hand in both of hers. “Take a walk with me, I’ll explain. Odin, dear, just stay away from Loki for now. He’ll get over it.” His father sighs and sinks into his armchair, not even arguing that he should be there for whatever talk this is.

Thor nods slowly, following his mother out into their very large back yard.

They walk in silence for about ten minutes, before Frigga sighs again and turns to Thor.

Natasha hums, holding Clint’s hand as they walk up to the front door. “You’re sure your parents don’t mind you stay at my house over the break?”

Clint snorts, kissing her nose softly. “They won’t notice I’m not there,” he promises.

Nat sighs and pulls him in. “Anybody here?” She calls.

“Nat!” A girl’s voice calls, and all the sudden a flash of blonde is streaking past Clint and into Natasha’s arms.

Natasha giggles, hugging her back. “Yelena! How are you doing, what’s up?”

Yelena pulls away with a giant grin, eyes only for her big sister. “I’m great! I met a girl at school, she’s super cool and she likes to braid her hair too.”

Nat laughs softly, playfully tugging at her sister’s braid. “Match made in heaven. Where’s mom and dad?”

She scowls at that. “Mom is taking care of the pigs and dad is at work.” She finally turns her attention to Clint. “Barton.”

Clint nods at her, eyes narrowed. “Shithead.”

She gasps, turning to Natasha. “You’re going to let him speak to me this way?!”

Nat rolls her eyes. “Be nice,” she sighs. “Come on, let’s go put our bags in my room.”

“You think mom and dad will let you share a room with a boy?” Yelena asks, scandalized.

“Shut up, you’re adopted,” Nat says, already carrying the bags up the stairs.

“So are you, bitch!” Yelena calls, pouting and crossing her arms.

Clint grins and shakes his head fondly, following her up the stairs.

Bruce lays on his bed, blunt in one hand and phone in the other. “No mom, I’m not smoking. No, I don’t do that anymore. Because you asked me not to.”

He pulls the phone away from his mouth while his mother rampages about this and that, taking another long drag and slowly breathing it out.

“No, I’m sorry. I can’t visit this break. I just have a lot of work to do. Yes, I have a job; how else am I supposed to afford an apartment? I know you cut me off for my own good, but that doesn’t mean I magically have my own money, mom, I have to work for it.” Bruce sighs, the hand holding his blunt rubbing at his temples. “Well I can’t marry a wealthy man mom, I like girls. I wasn’t accusing you of—oh my god…”

Bruce sits up, sighing loudly into the phone and rubbing his forehead. “Yes, I’m still going to my classes. Ahuh. Ahuh. Yeah. Okay, mom, is there a point to all of this or are you just calling to judge me?”

Bruce takes another long drag, listening to his mother screech on the other end of the phone. “I never said you were the worst mom in the…grateful for what, you got rid of me as soon as you could! You know what, no, I’m not doing this. Happy Thanksgiving.” He hangs up and throws his phone across the room, groaning in agony as it shatters. “I deserve that,” he mumbles, taking another drag. He hates when all his friends leave, and he’s left with nothing but his own thoughts.

Steve smiles softly, stirring the pot carefully. “Of course Ma, I don’t mind. I like to cook, you know that.”

His mother smiles back gratefully, legs giving out as she falls into a kitchen chair. “You’re such an Angel, Stevie. My little Angel.”

Steve blushes pink, stirring a bit more and smiling. “Long shift?”

Sarah nods, kicking her shoes off and rubbing at her feet. “18 hours,” she mumbles. The hospital keeps making her shifts longer and longer, because she’s the most competent nurse they have. “Feet are killing me.”

Steve sighs sympathetically. “Yeah. How’s dad?”

She hums softly. “He got a third job recently, it pays better. He thinks that if he can convince them to give him more hours, he can quit the job at the electric company.”

Steve nods again, guilt sinking in. “I can get a job, you know. Bruce has a job, and he gets straight A’s.”

Sarah waves her hands before going back to rubbing her feet. “Nonsense. Your college is covered by scholarships, you smart smart boy, and your father and I agreed before we had you that we would pay for living expenses until you graduated college. First generation, my handsome, smart, perfect son!” She beams are him, and Steve has to look away out of guilt. “Enough about work and money, it’s all so heavy! Tell me about Peggy, how’s she doing?”

Steve gulps, pulling out another pan and checking the date on the frozen shrimp. “She’s great, Ma, she said to give you and dad her love, and that she’s sorry she couldn’t come to visit. Her parents wanted to hog her.”

Sarah laughs fondly, leaning back in her chair and sighing. “I love that girl, so polite and proper. Will her and her family be at Mass with us?”

Steve shakes his head. “They go to the one upstate, remember?”

Sarah tsks, sighing sadly. “Oh yes, I always forget. Well…any thoughts of marriage soon?”

Steve almost freezes, but keeps moving the shrimp around with great effort. “I’ve brought it up with her, but I get the sense she wants to wait until after college. Plus I don’t think wasting money on a ring right now is the best idea.”

“Steve!” Sarah gasps. “That sort of thing is always worth it!”

“Right Ma, sorry.” He guiltily pours the mostly cooked shrimp into the noodles and sauce, stirring again.

“Honey, is there something you’re keeping from me? You’re all tense…”

Where to start…I’m actually gay, I just hooked up with a guy I hate and who’s allowance is more than you and dad make combined, I don’t follow Catholicism anymore and I never go to mass, I haven’t spoken to Peggy since we secretly broke up two years ago, I drink and smoke pot at parties, I’m actually an art major not a psych major, I’m in love with Bucky…

“Nope!” Steve says, turning the heat down to a simmer. “I’m just tired from all the homework, I guess. I’m sorry I’m not as upbeat as usual.”

“No, that’s perfectly fine!” She coos, standing and kissing his cheek softly. “Just wanted to make sure. I love you, son.”

Steve smiles and nods at her. “Love you too, Ma.”

Bucky checks his hair for the seventeenth time, smoothing out his shirt again and wiping his sweaty palms.

“You really don’t need to be this nervous,” Sam says, smiling fondly at Bucky.

Bucky gives him a mean look, looking over himself one more time. “Yes I do. What if they don’t like me? What happens then? Then I lose my boyfriend.”

Sam rolls his eyes, continuing their walk along the pier. “First of all: they won’t hate you. Second of all: even if they did, I wouldn’t stop dating you just because of that. You’re one of my best friends, they can get over it.”

Bucky huffs shakily, rightening his jacket around his shoulders. “I don’t think you understand how desperately I need people to like me.”

“No, I really don’t,” he laughs, coming to a stop. Bucky almost keeps walking, but then he turns around. “What?”

“We’re here,” Sam says, pointing to the boat.

Bucky gives him a death glare. “We’re going on a damn boat and you let me wear this?!”

Sam snickers, taking Bucky’s hand and walking them closer. “You’re cute. We don’t live here, this is where we work.” He goes to the very edge and cups his hands together. “Guys! I’m here!”

“Sammy!” Bucky hears running up steel stairs, and a pretty girl pops her head out from under the deck. “Mama, daddy, Sammy’s home!”

What happens next is honestly a blur. A blur of happiness and warmth and unconditional love.

It’s so different from Bucky’s quiet house. The cold, quiet, polite air that always threatens to choke Bucky when he visits home. Being with Sam’s family reminds him so much of being with Steve’s family. Of the laughing, the smiling, the dancing. The close-knit quarters, the sharing of stories, the way everyone seems to fit in perfectly—even Bucky.

It’s a feeling of home that he never gets in his own house.

After dinner and talking and laughing for hours, Sam’s little sister turns sparkling eyes to Bucky. “So you like my brother?” She asks.

Sam rolls his eyes. “No, I brought him home to meet you because we hate each other.”

“Be nice,” Sam’s mother chides playfully.

“Yes,” Bucky says, smiling at her. Then he turns his gaze to Sam, smile softening into a loving, smitten thing. “I do like your brother.”

“Good,” Sarah says, and a mischievous glint forms in her eyes. “Because I have a boat. They’ll never find your body.”

“Sarah!” Their father chides, wiggling a finger at her. “We have a boat.”

Their mother laughs, shaking her head fondly. “Now stop it, both of you! We don’t need people knowing how we dispose of the bodies.”

Bucky chuckles along with the rest of them, but Sam is shaking his head. “You’ll scare him off before he even has a chance to break my heart,” he warns.

“Only teasing!” Sarah says sweetly, but her grin is downright evil. “Using the family boat is too obvious.”

Sam is about to say something, but Bucky takes his hand with a smile. “My sisters will do the same thing, don’t worry.”

“How many sisters you got?” Sam’s father asks, taking a sip of water.

“Three younger sisters,” he answers, smiling fondly at the thought of them. “Oldest is fourteen.”

“Quite the gap between y’all,” his mother comments, narrowing her eyes. “Unless-“

“Yes,” Sam interrupts. “There’s a gap. We’re both 21.”

Bucky quirks a brow, but Sam shakes his head. “Don’t ask.”

“Anyway,” his father says, standing. “Anyone still hungry? We can get ice creams.”

“Ice cream!” Sarah yells, jumping out of her chair. “I want strawberry.”

“We know,” Sam sighs. “You get the same thing every single time.”

She sticks her tongue out at him, and Bucky can’t help but smile and feel at home.

Peter smiles as he helps May do the dishes, giving her a little hip bump as he moves the dishes to the drying wrack. “I’m sad vacation is almost over,” he says, sighing sadly.

May smiles sadly back, drying her hands and putting the towel down. “It’ll only be a month before I see you again,” she says happily, messing up his curls.

Peter makes an indignant noise, but smiles all the same. “I know, but I’ll still miss you.”

May grins. “Well…why don’t you tell me what’s been on your mind all week?”

Peter blushes and turns away, suddenly very interested in making sure there’s no water on the counter. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been keeping something inside. I see it. I know you.” She pushes some hair out of his face, smiling fondly. “What is it?”

Peter looks down, blushing a bit. He should have known she could see right through him. “I…”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” she says after an awkward silence. “But you can. You know that, right?”

Peter gives her a thankful smile, and then sighs. “I have this friend. His name is Tony.”

She nods encouragingly.

“I…I really liked him. Romantically. But he uh…I don’t know. Anyway, he said he would date me, but I was too poor and normal for him to date.” His aunt gasps, and he smiles sadly. “Yeah, it was…humiliating. I guess I just…I didn’t think he would…I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to be his friend anymore.”

“I wouldn’t,” she says, scoffing. “He sounds like a dick.”

Peter giggles, wiping at his eyes. “I don’t know…he isn’t usually like that. Usually he’s really sweet and…and smart and funny. But…”

May pets his face, then squeezes his hand. “I won’t tell you what to do, hon. Just trust your gut. Now come on, let’s watch a movie!”

Tony packs his things together again, before sighing and looking in the mirror. His dad should know better than to leave a mark on his face. Whatever, he can say he got into a fight.

“Packing already?” Tony almost jumps out of his skin, turning to see Jarvis. “Oh, dear…”

Tony winces, turning back around. “Just…don’t want to stay any longer than I need to. You know?”

Jarvis sighs sadly, nodding. “Of course, sir. Would you like a ride back tonight?”

“No, thank you. I just want…alone time. Please.”

Jarvis bows deeply, before leaving with a sad look on his face.

Tony turns back to his reflection, feeling the rage burn inside of him.

Useless! Absolutely useless, a disgrace! You aren’t even trying to find a wife. No, you’re too busy fucking anything that moves. After everything I’ve given you, all the money I’ve spent on you—you are nothing but a useless pothead. You’re not even doing drugs like your peers; why don’t you try some coke, huh? At least then I can say you’re productive! You lazy, worthless, arrogant, stupid boy!

Tony slams his hands on the dresser, looking down at them instead of his reflection, chest heaving. “Fuck you, dad,” he whispers, before pulling out a bag of white powder. His mom’s stash.

Tony’s never tried this, but he saw his mom do it once. He pours out a small line, not wanting to risk too much for his first time using.

He takes a second to consider if it’s worth it. Remembering his father’s words, he plugs one nostril and breathes in heavily with the other.

He gasps when it’s over, taking deep breaths and fighting the urge to sneeze. He sighs when he doesn’t think there’s any effect, and starts to pour a larger line. He’s got it all ready by the time it kicks in.

“Woah,” he whispers, eyes wide. He looks in the mirror; his pupils are blown out, but he looks happier already. He feels more energetic, more sociable. Like he wants to go see his friends. He feels like he could do anything.

He cleans his entire room. He unpacks his bags, actually folds his clothes, and repacks them. He gets his computer out and does two whole assignments, before he realizes it’s worn off.

He’s suddenly feeling very slow, like when he’s high on pot. He sniffles, feeling like his nose is running. He looks down and realizes his hands are shaking, and also god, he’s so hungry.

Without thinking too much about it, he snorts the other line he had laid out for himself, and waits for it to hit. He relaxes when it does, his mind feeling sharper already. He puts the rest of the bag in his Mother’s table again, not wanting to tempt himself.

He’s only just gotten back in his room when there’s a knock. He opens the door, smiling when he sees Jarvis.

“Um…” Jarvis looks Tony over, disapproving. “Oh, sir…”

“I’m not hungry,” Tony says with a smile. “Do you wanna come in? I was doing some projects for school, but-“

“Dinner is almost ready,” Jarvis says sadly. “I must serve it.”

“Oh,” Tony says. He sniffs, before smiling again. “Alright, that’s fine. I’m not that hungry, plus I don’t want to see them right now. But you can come back later if you want, before you have to go.”

Jarvis nods once, eyes sad. “Alright. Good night, sir.”

“Night!” Tony calls. He closes his door again, and gets focused again.

Thor is being rude. He knows he is. But he can’t help it-he stares.

His mother sits beside him, quietly cutting up her meat. His father sits at the head of the table. Next to him, across from mother, is where Loki is supposed to sit. He isn’t here. And across from Thor-

“Okay, what’s your problem?” The girl asks, slamming her knife on the table.

“Hela,” Odin chides. “Don’t-“

“He’s fucking staring at me—and don’t tell me what to do!” She yells at him.

Frigga takes a sip of wine that turns into several sips until her glass is empty. “Yes, well, I think I need a refill. Hela, would you like some?”

She doesn’t even look at Frigga. Frigga sighs and leaves. “Well, what’s your problem?”

Thor forces a smile, bringing his beer closer to him. “I don’t have one.”

“Why are you staring at me, then?” She hisses.

“Hela,” Odin starts.

“Shut up!” She yells at him, before turning back to Thor. “Speak.”

Thor quirks a brow. “I’m not a dog, ma’am.”

She growls again, scooting her chair back to stand. “I’m not a fucking ma’am,” she hisses.

“Oh, apologies. You’re just so much older than me, you see.” He takes a sip, never losing eye contact.

“Thor,” Odin sighs. “Please.”

“It’s not my fault daddy dearest was a slut before he settled down with your mum,” she hisses, nails scratching the table.

Frigga clears her throat, sitting down at the table and taking another sip of wine. “I think that’s enough.”

“No, I don’t think it is,” she says, a feral grin on her face. “Nothing you do will ever be enough, isn’t that right dad?”

Thor stands up with her, leaning across the table. “You’re 41 years old, ma’am. I think it’s about time you stop acting more immature than my kid brother.”

“How dare you-“

“Just because you were a demon spawn hellbent on breaking up your parents marriage doesn’t mean you get to come in here and ruin my family. You killed someone, accident or not. You caused our dad and your mother to divorce. You have destroyed enough families, don’t you think?”

Odin stands, leaving the table without a word. Frigga drinks.

“He had the god damn nerve to not even mention me to you and your brother.” She clenched her teeth. “You don’t find it disturbing that he can just move on from his life, his family?”

Thor shrugs, catching Loki on the stairs behind Hela. “I think I have nothing to worry about as long as I don’t become a murderer.”

Hela spits at Thor, but the blond doesn’t react. Loki and Frigga both stand, though. “You’re just like him. At least your brother has sense; he’s on my side. He thinks your dad is despicable too.”

Thor wipes the spit from his face, an angry smile growing slowly. “At least my dad didn’t get behind the wheel drunk. At least my dad didn’t kill a mother and three children. At least my dad was so laden with guilt over what you did, not what he did, you did, that he still can’t talk about you. At least he has empathy, basic human decency, and kindness in his heart. He let you in his house. He let you meet his new family. He’s even given you enough money to get you by until you can get your own job.”

“If I was him, I would have stuck up for my daughter!” She yells. “I wouldn’t have given up on my family!”

Thor laughs, low and dark. It’s enough to make Loki shrink back. “If I was him, I would leave you to the streets. I wouldn’t ever let you back in my life. If I was him, I would wish you had died instead of those poor, innocent people.”

Hela grabs the steak knife and stabs it through Thor’s hand, a dark look in her eyes. Frigga screams, and Loki runs, and Odin starts to return with all the commotion.

Thor only grins through the pain, cocking his head to the side. “I’m guessing stabbing people is against your parole, isn’t it?”

#my college au #peter parker #tony stark #starker #my writing #fanfic #tw: drug use #tw: drinking #tw: abuse #tw: violence #tw: death mention #tw: angst

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irish-urn · 2 years

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My favorite thing is when Derek calls Casey ‘baby’ 🥹

OKAY. SO. SO.

This is one of those things that I've thought and over-thought and over-thought about, because, like... Casey! Why are you so complicated??? So, uh. Here's a rambling essay regarding the "baby" issue in my kick at the darkness 'till it bleeds daylight series:

So, Derek calling Casey "baby" is the most instinctual, Derek thing I can imagine him doing. Especially when Casey's in the middle of a panic attack. Derek being okay (and actually melting) when he's called baby is also something I feel very strongly about because LOOK AT HIM. He wouldn't like it all the time, or in public, but I think he would really see it as... proof? that Casey loves him like he loves her... I don't know if I'm wording this right, but basically, them using the same language puts them and their feelings on equal footing... or something like that (Derek's brain is kinda a mess too).

Casey, though... The whole thing for me boils down to this being another incident of Casey choosing her brain over her heart. Because every time I write Derek calling Casey "baby", the Casey in my head immediately has two reactions almost simultaneously: that basic oh I like this, this sounds right countered with I shouldn't like this; I'm stronger than this.

And then we get into the messy, over-complicatedness that is Casey's brain. Because, kind of like I answered in a comment on "fraction of a second", Casey doesn't want to be known as "Derek's baby/girl/woman". She wants to be known as Casey McDonald first and foremost, and ever since her mom married George, her life has revolved around Derek Venturi. I honestly believe that's one of the reasons the prospect of going to New York would be so tempting BECAUSE NO ONE KNOWS HER OR DEREK IN NY. She would always be just Casey McDonald; Derek Venturi would basically not exist. And can you imagine how freeing that would be? Can you imagine how much freedom and agency she would suddenly feel like she had? A world without Derek Venturi — ignore the parts of her that miss him, ignore that hollow feeling in her stomach when someone mentions hockey or home videos or the Toronto Maple Leafs — she is finally free to be herself, whatever that might mean.

Taking all that into account, she's also aware that Derek has more experience dating and such than she does (at least in my stories; some people have stories where this is not the case, and that's also amazing). Casey likes to be special, she's kind of a princess, and she can be fairly jealous and possessive (but so can Derek, and as long as they communicate and understand each other, I don't consider this a red flag). So, there's a part of her that wonders how many other girls has Derek called 'baby'? Is there enough that maybe he's not thinking about her, Casey McDonald, when he says it (that's never going to be the case (haha), but you get what she's thinking) but of someone else?

ALSO: "baby" is infantilizing (is that the right word?) and as a strong, capable feminist, she shouldn't want to be called that. She needs to overcome the parts of her that like it, needs to be stronger than her basic instincts. She has a brain and a personality and worth, and she's going to exercise them.

...which brings us back to Casey having all of these contradictory reactions to being called 'baby', which kind of makes her anxious; so to avoid all of that, she asks to not be called it. Derek respects this, and makes a genuine, sincere effort not to call her that; but he slips up sometimes, usually when she's panicking or crying and he's trying to comfort her, because it's so instinctive because she is his baby, his princess, his Casey.

...and as time goes on, and Casey matures and settles into who she is and their relationship (because she is far more comfortable with Derek&Casey in private and at Queen's than with their family or in London or around hockey dudes) ...she starts to accept that her pleasure in that name doesn't take away her worth at all, and that it doesn't make her weak either. She doesn't call Derek "baby" because she thinks he's weak; she calls him that because she loves him, but sometimes "I love you" isn't enough for that incredibly intense, desperate ache in your heart. And I think they would talk about it, and figure stuff out, and... yeah.

Give Casey a few years to figure out herself and this relationship, and Derek's efforts will be rewarded. <3

#asks #kick at the darkness 'till it bleeds daylight #dasey #casey is a bit of a mess but i love her very much

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pennywaltzy · 1 year

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🍉🍓🍒🍍🥝🍐🍈🫐 That should be enough to give you something to chew on. :)

🍉 Do you prefer to write short fics or long fics? Multichaptered works or single ones? Why? I love writing both, but I think I prefer short fics/one-shots in a series. It's just more fun building a universe with little snippets here and there.

🍓 What’s a fic you’ve written you feel is underrated? A lot of my CSIverse stuff that's not about CSI: NY. Back in its heyday, I was a pretty popular Buffyverse author, a prolific and respected Sherlock writer, I got a lot of love when I was into Bleach, and while I don't write as much Wholock anymore it got a decent amount of hits and stuff. But my CSI and CSI: Miami stuff was usually overlooked? IDRK, I've been writing fanfic for nearly 25 years, I could be forgetting the love I got in those fandoms.

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!) Idiots to lovers.

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…) I keep meaning to write Elementary stuff, but the show was so damn perfect as it was that I can only write missing scene stuff. Sherlock and Joan are just so fascinating, as are Gregson and Bell, but I just can't figure out what to write for them.

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write? Trope? Fake dating. AO3 tag? -INSERT CHARACTER- Needs A Hug

🍐 Is there anything in canon that you absolutely hate and love to fix in fics? A wrong choice made, a fuck-up in characterization, a misunderstanding never cleared up, a conversation never shown onscreen, etc… Okay. I am not bashing Sherlock here, not really, but after ending season 3/getting utterly and completely spoiled for season 4, you see the show has a fuckton of flaws making it ripe for fix-it fics. First and foremost there's the travesty of Mary's death, then there's the missing Reichenbach stuff, there's Irene being rescued and conflicting ideas by cast and writers as to what happened then, the mystery surrounding just why Molly was in a bad mood for the phone call, Sally's disappearance for most of S3/all of S4 (we know in real life it was scheduling conflicts, but they never explained it in the show), and Eurus...just Eurus. So it's like, you can pick any point in this show and use that as a starting point for fix-it/missing scene fic that's better than canon. But yeah. That's why I have thousands of Sherlock fic and very few Elementary fic by comparison.

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions. My blorbo has to be Molly Hooper. I write her in so much, with characters from four other mediums as well as multiple male AND female characters in her fandom. I am a strong supporter of the "Molly Hooper is bi" sentiment, that she knows self defence, that she and Sally are friends (if not dating), that she has more money than Sherlock, and that she wants a child at some point (preferably before she's too old to enjoy parenthood).

🫐 What’s your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there’s almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn’t been written yet, etc.) In my primary fandom (Sherlock)? There isn't enough crossover stuff. Don't care what it's crossed over with, it's ripe for crossovers.

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#my thoughts #fanfic #fanfiction #sherlock #elementary #csi #csi miami

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suitsusboth · 1 year

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Hey again, it’s the love light gleams anon! Omg I loved, loved, loved yesterday’s update. It was soo in-keeping with the Evie/Beckett dynamic when she first arrives at the cabin and he’s desperately wanting to kiss her, hold her, ask her to stay forever. Your chapter had that pining, yearning, emotionally repressed combination of Anthony and Beckett down so well! Would you ever consider writing a future chapter from Anthony’s POV or swapping perspectives? I’m super curious what he was thinking when poor Kate was self-doubting thinking she made him uncomfortable and that he doesn’t return her feelings!

Also, Kate’s ideas for the farms are so great! Reminds me of some of the farms I’ve visited in upstate NY and New Hampshire that have all these seasonal related activities such as apple-picking, bakeries selling apple-cider, apple cider donuts and apple pies etc, pumpkin patches and hay bale mazes. Then of course the Christmassy things for Winter. Cute baby goats for everyone! Lol now I’m getting carried away. But thanks again for the new chapter, you captured so well how there are so many things Anthony wants but doesn’t feel he can ask for. I’m so glad he has Eggnog to keep him company until Kate can return to Aubrey!!

PS ketchup on eggs is absolutely horrific! I’m with you and Ant there. So excited about Kate’s return to the farm and hoping for another Michael cameo!! 💕

hi hi hiii!

i'm glad you enjoyed it!

it's been interesting trying to meld them sort of, but i still want them to feel like kate and anthony. they are definitely different from their canon counterparts but hopefully you see them peek through. anthony is grumpy just like beckett and he's certainly not as wound up as canon anthony but he has that melancholy vibe still. family comes first to him still (he still thinks he knows best, but in a modern!verse he's been put in his place a bit more). love and loss still terrify him. and he's the nicest man in england aubrey (even though he grumbles most of the time). he's going to be different from beckett in a few ways -- he doesn't suffer from aversion of too much noise, but he doesn't like bit sudden noises (you find out why later).

kate i feel like i haven't quite hit the mark with. i don't think she's too similar to evie other than being burnt out at her job (which is fine with me tbh). she doesn't have the need to go anywhere -- that's why her trips such a big deal. she's be content to live her life in the same place, doing the same things for almost a decade. she's not a risk taker, she's not impulsive, she avoids change. i just don't know if i've captured her voice. idk.

as for a POV change i'm thinking about it, orrrr i'm just going to write a one shot from anthony's pov what he thought all through december. yet to decide. but i do know he's just met the most stunning girl who looked so alive on that empty street, who seems to be attracted to him too, who fits in with his friends/family, and is thoughtful and kind. snag is, she's only here for a weekend and his house is her only refuge. what creep makes a move on a girl when she's all alone in a place she doesn't know, a little tipsy and too late to go anywhere else if she's uncomfortable? could never be him. besides, it's not like she's going to visit again anytime soon. ;)

don't we all just want a little life on an idyllic farm? sign me up.

tbh i know anthony is more of a cat guy but i just saw that pic of the dog i used for the moodboard and had to incorporate it.

michael will be back a few times in this fic, so no worries there ;)

#where the love light gleams #asks

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nagasakidivision · 1 year

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Drama Track: Double Effect 2.2

>disappears for 4 months >drops another cliffhanger >refuses to elaborate

Seriously though, this should be the last long-term hiatus (please God I don't need anymore excitement in my life.) To make a long story short my employment, financial, academic, and home life related matters are way more stable now and I can hopefully get back to writing things that are not school related. I don't want to make a full post on why I've disappeared and I hate infodumping about life stuff anyways, so we'll just leave it at that.

A-NY-WAYS. Let's pick up where we left off! Link to the first part if you need it because it's been a hot minute. We're looking at.........probably two more parts after this, which I'll shoot for putting up within the next few days but I'll post something frivolous and short and silly and not at all ominous tomorrow to fill in the gap. Absolutely no reason to be concerned about the boys or what's going on in their lives or pasts. Trust me. :)

(but seriously it will be a low-effort fluff post so don't get too excited lol)

(Footsteps as Shirou walks down an alley.)

[Damien]: Yo. Done with the final casing. Or, uh, Lucia is. Heh. You get the footage I sent?

[Shirou]: I did.

[Damien]: Still think it’s doable? They’ve stepped up security.

[Shirou]: I’ve done far worse than this.

[Damien]: Yeah, yeah. I don’t see why you need to warn them. You’re making things way harder on yourself.

[Shirou]: What’s the point of doing this if they don’t know what they’ve done wrong?

[Damien]: Sure, but you could do it after the fact.

[Shirou]: Anyone could take credit for it then. I have copycats.

[Damien]: (sighs) …You know what? Sure. Can’t argue with that logic. Just try to not make a habit of this for every job we work. Street toughs are one thing, going against someone with real money is another. Like, you know, Solaris.

[Shirou]: Fortunately, we aren’t dealing with Solaris. I’ve run dozens of jobs just like this against people smarter than Tomabechi. Have a little faith in me.

[Damien]: Got plenty of that or I wouldn’t be here. So. Ready to go?

[Shirou]: As long as you’ve got my back.

[Damien]: Always. Gimme a sec to get to my post. C’mon, Lucia.

[Haruto]: …Okay, this can’t possibly be the right side of town.

(He sighs and slumps against a wall.)

[Haruto]: I was sure I saw him head this way. How can he walk that fast that quietly?

[Passerby…? 1]: This is a waste of time. Nothing’s happening.

[Haruto, thinking]: Whoa. Those guys look rough. Better get out of the way.

[Passerby…? 2]: Yeah, I know. Dunno why he’s so wound up. It could just be a fake. Someone trying to rile us up, y’know?

[Passerby…? 1]: C’mon. He’s gotta just be an urban legend. There’s no way someone’s that good of a thief.

[Passerby…? 2]: No. Trust me. This is the real deal. The flowers, the note, the handwriting…it’s Gabriel.

[Haruto]: ….Hold on a second. That name…

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[Haruto]: I got it! What about Metaxu? Like, the Platonic concept—I mean, I’m not a Platonist but Weil kind of took it and ran with it in a really interesting way. It’s the perfect MC name, right? It’s all got to do with communication.

[Damien]: Hey, so, you know that division from Ikebukuro? The one that’s made up entirely of teenagers?

[Haruto]: …Yeah?

[Damien]: Well, they’re going to shove you in a locker because you’re a nerd. Pick a different name.

(Haruto crumples up a paper and flings it at Damien.)

[Haruto]: Oh, you’re one to talk, Reprobus!

[Damien]: Hey! That’s different, he’s cool. He got torture-murdered and never broke throughout it. And he still healed the guy who killed him.

[Shirou]: According to one account of many. I mean, we can’t even be certain that Reprobus was even Saint Christopher’s prebaptismal name.

[Damien]: It’s a saint gospel, most of it is exaggeration at best. Might as well pick the most badass one.

[Shirou]: Well, fair enough. I’d imagine that’s exactly what the writers were thinking.

[Haruto]: That still puts me back at square one. I’m out of ideas. I guess I could just use my own name like that one guy from Shinjuku but that’s boring.

[Shirou]: What about Phoenix? It still keeps up the…religion-related themeing we have. Phoenixes are used frequently in hagiography.

[Haruto]: Theme? I see how Damien’s does that, but what does Kingslayer have to do with religion?

[Shirou]: Ah. It’s after the archangel Gabriel. He was supposed to be the angel who presided over the death of kings.

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[Haruto]: …You are fucking kidding me.

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(The wind kicks up. Shirou’s cape rustles.)

[Damien]: Alright. Nest’s all set up. Shepherd, in position.

[Shirou]: Gabriel, in position.

[Damien]: Curtains are up. Showtime.

(Shirou lets out a long exhale. There’s a soft scraping of his boots against concrete, far gentler than it should be. A whoosh of air as he leaps off his perch from rooftop to rooftop. After a few moments, he stops.)

[Shirou]: Ready to breach. How’s it look in there?

[Damien]: Absolutely infested. Your best bet’s through that window on the third floor. Goes into a supply room nobody’s using.

[Shirou]: I’ll see what I can do.

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[Haruto]: It can’t be Shirou they’re after. Right? I’ll just…

(He taps out a phone number. It goes to the dial tone, and rings. Once, twice, then seven times before…)

[Phone]: It’s Sonozaki. Apologies, but you seem to have missed me. Please leave a message after the tone.

[Haruto]: Fucking hell…

(He shoves the phone in his pocket, rather aggressively. Footsteps as he paces in a circle.)

[Haruto]: I shouldn’t take the risk it's someone else. Right? Just in case. I mean, I do nothing and if it is him, he gets killed. I do something, and…

(A pause.)

[Haruto]: What even is something in this case?

[Haruto]: God. Okay. Do or die, right? I just have to find him first.

(He hums in thought.)

[Haruto]: …Huh. They say your last instinct is to look up for something, right? Okay, here goes…

(It takes a few jumps for him before he finally hits the first bar of the fire escape ladder. With a wheeze of effort, he pulls himself up, his boots hitting the metal rungs.)

[Haruto]: Alright. Now…

(He pauses, followed by a small quizzical noise.)

[Haruto]: Don’t tell me someone else had the same idea. Wait, is that…?

(Rapid footsteps as Haruto closes the gap between him and the unknown figure)

[Haruto]: Hey!

[Damien]: Jesus Christ—what the hell are you doing here?!

[Haruto]: What am I doing here? What are you doing here!? And what’s with the dog mask?

[Damien]: Keep your voice down! Does it look like I’m doing something where I want to be recognized? (He takes in a long breath to steady himself.) Okay. So I’m guessing that Shirou never explained anything to you.

[Haruto]: Apparently not.

[Damien]: Cool. Great. Short version is, there’s some documents in there. Stuff from the capital. He’s getting it, I’m spotting for him.

[Haruto]: …Thanks? That was very forthright of you.

[Damien]: Well, not much point in lying now. It’s a tossup whether or not he’s getting out alive.

(The personal comms Damien is using crackle to life.)

[Shirou]: …Shepherd? What’s going on? Who are you talking to?

[Damien]: ....Fuck me, I left the comms hot—

(He lets out a sigh of frustration, causing a static pop in the comms.)

[Damien]: I mean, obviously Haruto.

[Haruto]: Wait, is that Shirou? Tell him if he does get out of this alive I’m going to kill him. Metaphorically.

[Damien]: …He says hi.

[Shirou]: Don’t tell me he—how much does he know?

[Damien]: I think that’s the least of your worries right now, dude.

[Shirou]: You didn’t invite him, did you? I told you I would be able to explain this on my own.

[Haruto]: So those guys are trying to kill him? Goddamnit, I knew it. What the hell did you get him into?

[Damien]: Would you all just—I can’t talk to three people at once, Christ. Gabriel, hold tight, I’m going to get you an exit strategy. Lucia, away to me. Haruto, firstly, this isn't my fault, it was his idea, secondly, how the hell did you figure out what we were doing?

[Haruto]: Shirou was acting weird and left the hotel, I ran after him, there were some sketchy guys talking about Gabriel, it took me like half a second to figure out that was Shirou.

(A moment of quiet as Damien thinks this through.)

[Damien]: Yeah, okay, good footwork. Probably for the best at this point. (Pause.) Where were those guys you were talking about?

[Haruto]: I don’t know, over…that way, I guess?

(A rustle of fabric as Damien shifts towards the indicated direction.)

[Damien]: Shit. That…was our exit. (A too-long pause before he activates the comms again.) Gabriel, we’ve got…complications.

[Shirou]: I’m pinned, aren’t I?

(Damien swears under his breath. When he speaks, it's uncharacteristically tense and anxious.)

[Damien]: Please don’t do anything stupid, just give me a second to think. I’ll work it out.

[Haruto, internally]: I...don't know what I'm doing. But Shirou isn't the kind of person to save himself. So...

[Haruto]: Hold on. I’ve got an idea.

(He digs into his bag and pulls out a flask. The top unscrews with a slight squeak as the cork pops. He takes a long draw of it.)

[Damien]: (The flattest possible affect you can imagine for him.) Interesting start.

[Haruto]: Look, I’m gonna have to sell this. Tell Shirou to stick to the plan and take that route out. I’m going to distract the guys trying to cut him off.

(He exhales, jumping up and down a few times to roll his shoulders.)

[Haruto]: Okay. Do or die...

(TO BE CONTINUED....)

#nagasaki division #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #drama track #haruto hirabayashi #shirou sonozaki #damien #fan division

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