#if not normal type I would do bug because I hate myself and love bugs

[mokeonn]

Okay so, Kricketot is in the first route in Platinum and I am strongly considering a Bug Type single type playthrough and doing the normal type one for Soul Silver eventually

#there's SUCH good normal types in dpp like Blissey #but I can get Kricketot this early?? makes me consider what I said in the last tags #if not normal type I would do bug because I hate myself and love bugs #i didn't do a normal type name for the character so im gonna go all in witj bugs #does that mean having to use the dreaded honey trees? yes. #my new starter is gonna go dedelede-e-WOOOOOOOP #plus Soul Silver has Furret so like #my bugs will look so grand in contests :)

[shkika]

I'm starting to think this is making yur wrist WORSE with all the typing /lhj also also also type as long as you'd like its so fun reading it all

Anyway that makes a lot of sense actually like.,.,,..wow man rainworld is really?? Sad when you think about it god

I wonder if moon felt any sort of obligation to be how she was towards fp aside from being the big sister etc, like maybe bc he was built to like carry her population something like that I think its silly how she spoke so badly of the ancients but then when fp ends up doing something she's so much more like understanding I guess it shows how much she does really care

Maybe her anger is driven more towards what she could have done herself alongside being mainky the ancients..She seems the type imo like......maybe she should have started the communications faster or maybe if she had done more he wouldnt have felt the need to work with the rot in the first place or maybe that she didnt even really figure something was terribly terribly wrong in the first place?? Itd be cool I think if she was only so patient with fp actually like...... she was faster to stop forgiving with other iterators or anything really, but I think as you said way earlier she'd just be a little passive aggressive or something and that'd be enough for her probably

I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THE ROT BEING GOSSIP MATERIAL that must've messed pebbles up like so so SOO bad. Like first off he failed he did what he never wanted to do and then it just gets spread around?? As conversation?? Like wow. Wow wow wow thanks I guess. Ok.

Speaking of suns too I wonder do they regret telling pebbles (someone highly impressionable at this point in time and someone looking for ADVICE) the whole bug situation, like it feels as if they were kind of just venting out some of their own frustrations rather than truly truly meaning it but then again suns is such an odd creature why are you so mean to this guy he looks up to you so much be NORMAL

On a much lighter note though his intrigue(special interest/j) with the history and like poetry the ancients had is so silly I think I wonder would he have ever rambled about it to others like more in depth than what he tells artificer

Hopefully not!! I really need these lazy hands to work!! bahah

I’m having fun you’re aall good ^^

I have a lot of hcs about Moon I’d like to explore in an ask blog I hopefully open soon >> especially her relationship with ancients, her group and five pebbles in particular hoopefully. She’s a really mild person, because of the way she carries herself, but has a lot to her character. At least I like to hc her that way!

She does feel responsibility over Pebbles, but I doubt she ever blames herself for the situation which they ended up in. I also doubt the responsibility felt forced to her!

Or well I at least enjoy the hc that she loves thinking herself as a big sister! She likes to dote on people and help out when she can. Though her approach does end up being one where she holds your hand a lot (not for proud iterators oops!!!!)

Also passive agressive moon…? yes…. just yes. we deal with anger by looking at you wrong bahahah

The rot was gossip material it is very upsetting!! but a little funny! Not to mention how iterators reffered to Pebbles I found myself snickering. “The near Looks to the Moon” like alright sheesh. People also tried to contact poor Pebbles i think! Not just his local group! Imagine how stressful that is.

Suns feels like that one nihilistic atheist guy with a big ego who overshares his opinions a lot and thinks the world sucks and has like unchecked anxiety.

But that’s probably just me hehe. I think Suns and Pebbles had fun being hateful little goons and then Srs dropped his depressing opinions which.. aren’t even fully wrong. Isn’t it sad. Pebbles ended up exactly in the way which srs described. Something he was so afraid of he gave himself the rot over </3

Suns is a silly goon to me. A critter I contain in my jar.

And yes!! I’d love to know what more Pebbles has to say about art and culture! Mmmm more content please yum yum!! His painting analysis was super cute.

#ask #pinkavtomation #iterators … and their silly personalities… #this makes me want to finish the designs i sketched out and work on my header for the ask blog #ah #i must stay strong #tmrw mayhaps #must stay health 🫡 #ty for ur rambles beloved!

[pb-dot]

Let's talk about the MBTI

If you've heard me speak on the subject before, it may not shock you to hear that I'm not a huge fan of the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, or as it is more commonly known, the MBTI. For those that haven't had the pleasure yet, I find the MBTI to be little better than a horoscope, what descriptive power of one's personality or mental processes are concerned. It's a reoccurring weakness of psychology, frankly, that we seem to struggle so hard with finding any reliable metrics for measuring the human mind, maybe that's a feature and not a bug.

The one factor that the MBTI that I find personally useful, though, is the Introversion/Extroversion dichotomy. I, myself, am pretty introverted as these things go. I need time to decompress after being social, I'm not particularly outgoing as these things go, that whole situation. That said, I don't consider myself antisocial. I love people. I love talking to them, learning from them, figuring out how they tick, or just shooting the breeze and spending some time outside of my own head. I've always scoffed at self-declared "ambiverts" because it appeared as self-evident to me that introversion does not mean being asocial, and that being somewhere on the scale between the two extremes was quite normal.

As I read up on the damn thing, though, it appears I have been too charitable with the MBTI. As it turns out, the MBTI operates on the assumption of a bimodal distribution, which is to say that the majority of test scores would fall close to the two extremes, and not be distributed evenly around the mean as in a Standard Distribution

Where I'm from, there's a satirical observation, or perhaps a very dry joke, stating that "There are two kinds of people. People who own a boat and people who don't." (my translation) This is meant to mock binary sorting systems, as even the untrained "folk psychologist" can plainly see that any such dichotomous categorization of the human animal is plainly ridiculous. And yet, here is the MBTI telling the same joke but four times over and meaning it every time.

Me and my interpretation of local witticisms is, however, not the only one to have picked up on this little inconsistency between the model and what we can observe in reality. A conga line of researchers, see this and this for examples, have looked at the MBTIs assumption of distribution of results and found the dichotomies to be considerably less dichotomous than advertised.

So, without even getting into the other criticisms of the model, let's just say this thing is shaky as fuck from an actual scientific perspective, and the model doesn't have many, if it has any, defenders among the labcoat crowd.

So, why is this important to me at all? Partially because it annoys me on a personal level when junk science circulates in a field I actually know enough about to pick it up, but also because I find it shady as all fuck how this test still lives on in the popular conscience. Part of it is mine and younger generations desperately seeking identity footholds to cling onto in this post(-post?)-post-modern world we flounder around in, but our dearly hated nemesis Late Stage Capitalism also has its share of the blame. You see, while the Tinder profile-havers and Ted:x talk-enjoyers of the world do their part to keep this particular piece of failed psychometrics going, it's a comparatively small push compared to recruiting and business factors.

Businesses love Metrics, and it's easy to see why. In a world where everything is about increasing one number, namely the bottom line, it's immeasurably easier to evaluate the effect of actions and choices if they come with their own tidy little numbers. If spending X dollars on this or that decision ends up increasing the profit by Y%, that's a considerably easier piece of math for evaluating whether doing this was a good idea than if there were no numbers attached and you had to go partially by gut feeling.

Hiring and other personnel decisions are tricky from a business perspective partially because there are considerably fewer good metrics by which to evaluate an actual person than, say, a change in office supplies. Psychometrics is a notoriously tricky field, and although there are some metrics that supposedly covary with productivity or other words the C-suite likes hearing, many of these can be pricy to administer and generally give results with more nuance than fits comfortably in a spreadsheet.

In that context, I can easily see the MBTI standing out as a more attractive option. It doesn't take long to test for and it gives everyone a convenient combination of letters that you can tell yourself means something significant. Granted, it doesn't really tell you anything useful and has terrible test-retest validity, but that's apparently not enough of a deterrent, and if that doesn't tell you a lot about how nuts recruitment has gotten lately don't you worry, I have plenty of other thoughts about the matter.

Those are for another day though. This little rant was originally going to be about introverts and extroverts and how there should be room in a healthy society for both, but then I came across the actual state of the MBTI while making sure I knew what I was talking about, and then that was suddenly all I could write about. Life takes you on some journies at times dear friends, and sometimes you just have to buckle up and ride it out.

#peebs thinks #gripes #psychology #in which peebs uses his modest higher education for once

[gladfang]

now that we have all 18 i'm posting my personal project voltage ranking :]

PSYCHIC TYPE MIKU - 4/10 it's fine. its the closest to base miku of all the designs? like this is what i'd imagine if we got a miku collab in the newest games. nothing about ti really says psychic type to me though, which is why its low

GRASS TYPE MIKU - 2/10 i hate this design. not only is it boring but i don't like the colours, i think it looks messy and it might be the style disconnect or the design itself but if you didn't tell me who this was i wouldn't think it was miku. a grass type cheerleader doesn't sound like a bad shout which is why im so sad it sucks

FIRE TYPE MIKU - 5/10 . its just basic. it gets one point more than psychic because i have fire type bias but other than that its underwhelming. idk whats going on with her legs either? is it like exposed robotics? idk its just a miss for me

WATER TYPE MIKU - 8/10 this is so cute. the water textured hair, the tan lines, the like lifeguard gear(?) and the pokeball beach ball? it all comes together so well. i don';t think you can really go wrong with a water type design? even if i don't love water types myself you can't deny their designs just come together

ELECTRIC TYPE MIKU - 10/10 oh baby girl my BIAS i fucking love electric miku. shifting her blue accents into green, giving her a suit and making her a split-dye blonde were all such good decisions. i love the silhouette of the big puff pants tucked into the rubber boots and the suspenders with the lightening cane. everything about this makes me so happy

NORMAL TYPE MIKU - 9/10 i might be going back on what i said with psychic miku but to me even though it's very reminicant of base miku, it works better AND does enough to set her in her own typing. the multicoloured accessories, the rings, the glasses and the body suit. if we ever did get a real collab of her in game i hope this is the direction they'd go

ICE TYPE MIKU - 8/10 full disclaimer so much of this is just because im obsessed with her hair and suit combo. shes not outright evil looking like dark type but i still feel like shes a rival with a lot of power, anbd tbf a lot of ice type characters are made to be Icy in personality. my only gripes are the red bag chain and the open heels

ROCK TYPE MIKU - 6/10 its fine! it might be because i dont like the colour scheme or that i'm not a huge fan of all the flowy fabric, (especially because it directly follows ice type miku which made a point to utalise the sharpness you'd associate with ice) but i just doesn't wow me.

GROUND TYPE MIKU - 7/10 i really love this design, i adore the colour scheme and the cactus braids, i think she looks like a trainer you'd be ambushed by in the desert and the soundtrack would kick up and it'd RULE... my drawback is i don't think she looks like miku? i thought she was gumi at first and now i can't really unsee it. but eh im nitpicking

FLYING TYPE MIKU - 5/10 again, i like it but its very standard for a flying type character. the cloud braids and the sheer sleeves are fun! they're definately my favouritre part of the design. idk why her legs are painted white, i think they look kind of silly and im confused about the platform sandles but other than that its fine

FAIRY TYPE MIKU - 6/10 a cute miku design for a cute pokemon type, can't really go wrong with that. i enjoy that they didn't go lolita style with her, which i fully assumed was going to the case, but instead a gal type with the fake nails and pleat skirt. i enjoy that its a different way of doing a look for miku we've seen plenty of times before

BUG TYPE MIKU - 6/10 i don't hate it! very simple but very effective. i like the segmented limbs, the insectoid braids, the wing bow that looks like butterfly wings. i'm just not super enthusiastic about the colours. maybe i'm just used to bug types being Creepier in my head so to just have her be cutesy is boring to me

POISON TYPE MIKU - 9/10 this is such a baity designnnn the only reason i didnt give it a 10 is because i hate that shade of green but thats a personal issue. the plastic baggy shoes, the toxtricity, the mad scientist goggles and latex gloves... it all comes together so beautifully. idk if its like too busy or again, maybe i just personally don't love the individual colours used. i really hope elements of this design are used for a future character

GHOST TYPE MIKU - 4/10 i honestly don't like this design. yeah lets make the ghost type miku... a ghost, and nothing else. i think it's really boring compared to all the other ones. the glitch element is really cool but that's... all thats going for it? the colour scheme is the same, the neon is boring and i think everything is very stylish for pokemon but idk i wish it was more unique

DARK TYPE MIKU - 10/10 babe holy shit. this is a gorgeous design, i'm so happy they went an evil miku route with it. i was going to say i wish there was more red, and then i noticed the underside of the hat in the other concept so i'm happy. shifting the cyan to the bottom of the design is a really good call. she looks expensive as she should

STEEL TYPE MIKU - 10/10 absolutely beautiful colour scheme, shifting everything to metalic shades of blue is perfect. i think it's my favourite overall. very strong typing without them just doing Robot which i assumed. LOVE the metal braids with the welded patches the most, and i jsut noticed theyre kind of shaped like leeks. the charm on the sandogasa and the arm/calf guards really bring it all together

FIGHTING TYPE MIKU - 8/10 the black, white and orange is gorgeous and i love the splash of green connecting to sir farfetched. i'm just not inlove with the leg split tbh, i think if it was a cape i'd like it more. i think my main drawback is idk it doesn't scream fighting type to me other than it being based on the pokemon

DRAGON TYPE MIKU - 9/10 AND IMMEDIATELY MY PRAYERS WERE ANSWERED. the cape really completes the knight motif of this design perfectly where i think the previous one lacked. the scale decor jumpsuit, the gauntlets and boots, the SWORD MIC and the tail braids. they really did keep getting better and whilst this isnt my favourite its such a strong finisher

#bzzt! is this thing on

[g-gurokisses]

Ahh it's a fairly embarrassing crush. Celebrity crushes on adults as a minor is perfectly normal, ask a parent and they'll tell you something like Johnny Depp or Leonardo Caprio. Thing is, a little toxic trait of mine is me genuinely thinking I can get with him.

He's four years older than me, a streamer, and goodness is he my type. What's absolutely infuriating though is there's an entire sub genre based off of crushing on him. I know some people reading this might know exactly who I'm talking about, and to that, no snitches 'til I feel confident to say lol!!

The reason why I genuinely think I can get with him is considering he moves around America a lot, so it'll be no surprise if he lands at my state. Hell, one of his famous friends was at my city!

He also knows who I am.. barely. But to me that makes it more exciting. He laughed at my chat log once, it was literally just 'eat the soap' when he was playing a game about a girl who's pretty traumatized and would eat anything. She ate one of those fake cherries on Christmas decorations once.

My auntie (not actual aunt, I don't have one. I call my friend my auntie) even made some sort of subliminal for me to see if it'll attract him in any way. I still use it, and whenever I use it he flies closer and closer to my state. Once I was painting him and I smelt brownies and clean clothes, which is a sign it's working!

Thing is, is that he's a gay man. No, I'm not a woman, I'm a transmasc, but there's a bug in the back of my mind screaming that I'll never be with him because I'm so feminine. I'm nearly two feet shorter then him, overweight, etc.

He was in San Diego recently doing meetups, which was closer then his last meetup. I won't say exactly where I am, but it's closer.

I have polariods of him, art prints of him, I have personal fanfictions my auntie wrote of me and him.

But then reality hits sometimes. I can't and will never be with him. He's a legal adult, four years older than me. I'm feminine. When I am the AOC he'll most likely be dating someone.

Which just drives me to become more obsessed.

I say the thrill of him not knowing me is fun, and that it's romantic, but it's insufferable. It's one of those cases where you go, 'not to self diagnose but something is definitely wrong here'.

It's horrible, but I love it.

Don't get me started on his close friends and the person he's in contact with the most.

I already made a promise to myself that if the day comes he's with one of them, things will happen. And I will make it known why.

-🍄🌸

Thank you for sharing this with me!!

My my... What a long confession this is!! I don't really understand how you feel, these behaviors are quite foreign to me. But I can somewhat understand where you're coming from. Parasocial relationships like this can feel very realistic.

However, as the responsible yandere enthusiast I am, I will still make some remarks about this. I'm sure you love him very much, but I think it's just nice to remember that you probably don't know the real him. Whatever he displays on social media and the internet does not reflect who he really is. Not only that, but I really don't think you should be putting yourself down for being too feminine. Cis men get away with being pretty boys all the time!! The issue is not your gender. If anything it would only be your age. Be careful with interacting with adults like that, you're putting yourself in dangerous situation. It should always be on the adult to not initiate something, but young people who show active interest in adults often get caught in bad positions by people who take advantage of that.

If I'm truly honest I think this is a bit much. I hate to be like this, but I personally think it's important to separate this level of obsession from fiction/hobby to reality. I have obsessive tendencies, I get jealous, I require constant reassuring, I have anxious attachment and I get clingy often. But there's a limit I put to myself and I only ever display these behaviours with people I know, trust and are okay with it.

But this person is an adult who is probably in a relationship. Maintaining an obsession will most likely just end up with you doing things you regret. I'm not sure what you mean with "things will happen" but I don't believe that's healthy for a young person like you to be saying. And I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume this friend of yours is not a legal adult as well. Because if so was the case, I don't see why they would be encouraging you to take meassures against this public figure being with someone else.

Hopefully you take this well. I do not mean ti offend you or disappoint you. But this seems a bit much to me. I enjoy yanderes, but I do not consider myself one. And furthermore, I am an adult. I know what I'm doing, and I know how to act. As a child, you should probably not dive into these topics just yet, and maybe not with such aggressiveness.

If you'd like to talk about this more or if you believe I misunderstood something, let me know!! But I'll mantain my opinion about this until then. Remember, all I've said is with the best intentions and I hope you understand me. I love you. :)

#yandere #yancore #darlingcore #anna.txt #anna talks #anna answers #yandere anons #anon asks #serious talk #🍄🌸 #🍄🌸 anon

[captainschmoe]

So I am still thinking about Gym Leader!Lucina and I thought up a whole bunch of random quotes for her to speak during the story. You know, instead of a oneshot or a series of headcanons or something more normal lol.

Under the cut because I have many.

About Her Gym Challenge

“Beware trying to bring Steel-types against me. Battling my father has given me plenty of experience in countering them.”

“By any chance, have you already obtained the Smith Badge? …Ah, it’s just that that’s my father’s badge. He taught me everything I know about Pokémon battling, so it makes me a bit self-conscious when I face someone who’s beaten him. Perhaps I should just stop asking beforehand, heh…”

“Wow… I concede. You’re quite something. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so euphoric after a loss before. Very well! The Morning Badge is proudly yours.”

About Her Pokémon

“Fairies are a motley group. Some - like my partner Togekiss - embody joy, kindness, and peace. Others are full of mischief and even malice. Then there are those who simply love sugar more than anything else. Heheh… Sorry, I’m just amused by the thought of a terrible, world-annihilating dragon being obliterated by a pastry chef.”

“Fairy-types are resistant to Bug-type attacks, a trait which I wished carried over to… Er, never mind.”

About Friends and Family

“Do you like my outfit? A longtime friend helped design it. I would have opted for some bolder color choices - some bright red polka dots, a glittery golden trim on the wings, perhaps a likeness of Togepi stitched into the breast… But she tells me that few appreciate my sense of style. …Well, she had a more blunt choice of words, but…”

“Do you participate in Super Contests? …Aha! I thought I saw you on the stage recently. I don’t partake myself, but I admit to being a fan of the Dance Master. Have you met him? He’s surprisingly shy off-stage!”

“I wonder where my cousin is now. When he’s not shouting about myths and legends, he’s chasing them down. He wants to emulate our great-grandfather, but I don’t think he was so bombastic…”

“Father really said all of that about me!? Goodness, I don’t think I could be more embarrassed! I told him to stop that! *Sigh…* Sorry, I know I ought to be grateful to have a father who spoils me, especially as we have a family friend who… doesn’t.”

“You’re heading to the Pokémon League now, right? Could you send the Psychic specialist our regards? They’re our most treasured friend, and we both miss them. Admittedly, you’re giving them some competition… but don’t tell them I said that, hehe.”

About the World’s Perils

“I hate to drag you into this, but could you assist me? Team Dread grunts are pushovers on their own, but their numbers are staggering, and they like their Poison-types recently…”

“This Team Dread boggles the mind… How could anyone come to believe this world ought to be laid to waste, just because some dusty old book said so?”

“There’s a particularly frightening dragon Pokémon that’s said to reside somewhere near Origin Peak. I wonder if it’s the ‘dreadful dragon’ depicted in the story of the heroic Sylveon?“

#fire emblem #fe13 #fe lucina #pokemon #headcanons #z canon #not a reblog for once #i’m envisioning her outfit being based on her resplendent look

[screechingsandwichhologram]

how likely i would become an avatar of the fears

The Dark: 3/10: idk. im not terribly afraid of the dark, nor do i particularly like it.

The End: 3/10: nah. i used to cry about the idea of death when i was a kid but i feel like that's pretty normal. i have a normal relationship with death.

The Extinction: 4/10: i am very much a climate crisis/nuclear apocalypse worrier but then again I'm very good at distancing myself from it.

The Corruption: 3/10: i do not like bugs!!! once i got stung by a bee on a slide and now i hate slides. however, i could probably handle it so i wouldn't become consumed by the fear.

The Buried: 5/10: i think that it wouldn't be terrible. not too keen on close spaces but i kinda dig the earth. (hehe pun)

The Web: 2/10: i can not lie for the life of me. i am not good at manipulating people. i do not like spiders. (i do rather like the idea of it tho. also a bit of a people pleaser)

The Vast: 5/10: i do not like heights. i do not like when the sky is just pure blue. it freaks me out. however, i like the vibes quite a bit.

The Lonely: 4/10: i am so dependent on people. like I'm an introvert and half the time i don't want to talk to anyone but i need people very much. but i don't think i would be consumed by the fear either.

The Hunt: 1/10: i do not like hunting. i do run xc tho so a point for that.

The Slaughter: 0/10: while it would be nice to go apeshit, i don't think i would like it at all.

The Flesh: 2/10: im not to fond of uh,,, fleshy activity. but i do rather like most types of meat.

The Desolation: 5/10: i,, uh,,, quite like fire.

The Eye: 7/10: i want to be an archivist /srs. also i quite enjoy the aesthetic. I'm alright with not knowing some things tho.

The Stranger: 8/10: god would i love to be stranger aligned. uncanny valley is my jam!! unfortunately i am better suited for,,,

The Spiral: 10/10: not only do i absolutely love the vibes,,, but my biggest fear is to turn out Not Good and to lose sense of reality. But then again, i am very good at just accepting bad things. I cried because i thought i was hallucinating a blueberry to 2econd-2ight-2eer. Something would happen, i would freak out, the spiral would come after me, i would get trapped somewhere, and then i would give up and embrace my avatar-ness.

#rain feathers tma #the magnus archives #tma #tma fears #tma entities #fuck i dunno what else i should tag #also i promise i am not a cannibal!!! #that one is in reference to the flesh #you can even ask my friends #i wasnt hallucinating the blueberry btw #it was just a trick of perspective

[godly-tomatoe]

Match up for The Quarry, please? :D I had to rewrite this again because my app rebooted from me being scared of pressing the ask button, so.. This is technically still my first time requesting for something like this, so I hope I don't seem like an asshole 'cause I usually do seem like one with how I write and how I'll describe myself right about now.

I'm a 5'5 omnisexual fanfic and video game addict, with shoulder length hair and normal dark brown eyes. I have pierced ears and it's sensitive to loud sounds, I like wearing clothes that are the right amount of bright and dark, and soft, I like to write my own songs in my head and leave it forgotten until someone asks me what it was, and write stories whenever I have the chance to. I will never confront someone seriously when it's a 'BS topic-ed' argument and will reply with plain voiced sarcasm until someone tells me it's a serious topic, then I will apologize a lot for how insensitive I was with my sarcasm... I will apologize for anything I do and say because of my normally sarcastic voice. My love language for any type of relationship is writing poems and act of service. I'd rather act than talk, and hate it whenever people start shouting at each other. I hate any arguments and will remember an argument I regret participating until the day I die.

Is this too long? Should I have specified more? Did I use too many words? I'm so sorry I got too carried away because I described myself for the first time since kindergarten 😭

Hi hun! this I perfect, don't stress! thank you for your request :)

I match you with... Nick!! You guys got along immediately because of how chill he is, he's not very argument inducing and doesn't like drama too much so he understands your problem with loud noises and people arguing. because you guys spend a lot of time with each other he can usually tell your tone of message even with your sort of monotone voice, so he's kind of like your translator lmao. he loves to listen to your thoughts and he likes to hear all of the literature you create. when he decides to confess to you he tries to create a poem of his love for you but.. its not really good lmao. but you love it anyway. when you guys start to date he notices how anxious you get over your actions and loves to reassure you on how perfect he thinks everything about you is. with every letter, poem, song idea, ect. you make for him he always keeps them and end up putting all of them on his wall when he gets home. he makes sure to keep your hatred for arguments in mind so whenever he confronts you about a problem he always mentions that its serious and remains in a calm voice. you guys love to read together and just sit and take in scenery. during the werewolf incident he will always have you in his sight. when he gets bit he immediately makes sure you're safe. when he sees that you react weird to his behavior and he feels different he makes everyone get you away from him, he absolutely does not want to ruin anything with you or cause any harm to you. when the night is over you guys literally don't leave either of yalls side, you will definitely have to comfort him through his trauma and reassure him that he didn't hurt you. he feels bad that he couldn't help you throughout the night but reassures you that he's here now.

I think you guys would fit each other nicely, so I hope you liked this! have a great day love bug :)

#the quarry #the quarry fanfic #the quarry x reader #the quarry nick

[ashestoshadows]

Back at it again with me calling out ugly pokemon and ones that make no logical sense in anyway- this is part two, so lets go!

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No 1. Shiinotic

(Shiny is on right while normal is on left)

I don't like mushrooms. There, I said it, I think they're weird but everyone's entitled to whatever. Shiinotic is a sentient mushroom, and I hate it. Like how people hated Chandalure when they came out for being a sentient light fixture.

To make matters worse it looks like it has shit on it. And honestly I chuckled as I wrote, or even thought that but it's true. It look's like it grew in the sewers and climbed out like TMNT except it was a complete disappointment.

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No 2. Lickilicky

(Normal's on the left and shiny is on the right)

Lickilicky is the pinnacle of disappointment as a pokemon and as a whole, sometimes shiny versions win some people around to liking them. This one is winning nobody.

It's movement all throughout are uncomfortable to watch and make me want to cringe myself into a black hole caused by one of my Gardevoirs.

Stop it for the love of life

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No 3. Igglybuff

(Normal is on the left and shiny is on the right)

If I didn't tell you or told what this list was about you'd more than likely say this is just a normal pokemon. But nope that's a shiny, and that's the normal. I think I'm colorblind.

Actually, I think we likely all are if there is a difference here besides the subtle pink added to its body. No one will, or would be, any wiser if there was no chime or animation saying it's a shiny.

MAKE IT MAKE SENSE

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No 4. Regice

(shiny is on the right and normal's on the left)

You're hunting for a shiny Regice, and no animation plays because it bugged out. would you think THIS is the shiny you were hunting for?

I'm editing on a bloody computer with my brightness up and I cannot if at all barely see a difference if any as apparently I'm colorblind here. And I wear glasses.

Confirmed I'm colorblind also last thing: WHY?

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No 5. Venusaur

(normal on left and shiny on right)

Venusaur looks sick, like it hasn't seen any light or water in days and looks like it might die if not watered or something... I dislike this with a burning dumpster fire passion and I never want to see one ever again.

Water your damn plant

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No 5. Ursaring

(Normal on left and shiny on right)

Green is never a flattering color unless its like a deep emerald color but anything more lighter than that and we might think you are radioactive. Ursaring looks like it fell into bright green highlighter liquid and it cannot come off.

Sometimes they can pull it off, but Ursaring and a few other unwilling Pokemon cannot and shouldn't yet they are. And I want their designer yeeted.

Get away ffs

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No 6. Groudon

(Normal on left and shiny on right)

Groudon is cool, it's shiny on the other hand? No thanks, I'd need to pass on that. Shiny designers are really out here doing cool pokemon dirty in the worst possible ways.

There's nothing cool or pleasing about this- stop giving them the damned shiny Lucario treatment.

STOP IT. PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

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No 7. Moltres (not the galarian form)

(Normal on left and shiny on right)

Moltres looks like uncooked chiekn. (Yes i know its typed "chicken," but I'm keeping it that way to spite anyone who cares)

Pink for a pokemon that is already on fire makes it looks like they came from a burning house or something and it doesn't look good especially considering they also look like salmonella

Someone call KFC cause I see one of their uncooked chickens flying about who is on fire

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No 8. Zapdos (no galarian form)

(Normal on left and shiny on right)

Can you see a real difference at first glance? Cause I wouldn't if I didn't know what to look for. Moltres and Zapdos put Articuno's shiny to absolute shame which actually look's the prettiest and more distinguishable out of the trio which is annoying to say the least.

Did they get lazy halfway through most of the pokemon so they decided to make me think i'm colorblind???

Try harder with distinguishable color schemes

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No 9. Kommo-o

(shiny is on the right while normal's on the left)

Kommo-o is a meh pokemon to me at least, I prefer its baby form where it has a heart-shaped scale and that instantly wooed me but its fully evolved form is... meh.

It's shiny looks horrendous. It hurts my eyes and i'm sorry to everyone who hates bright pink and yellow together, cause i'm one of them, especially like this. Maybe pastel pink and yellow would've worked at least a little but this isn't winning this dragon any favors here besides being put in a box.

I need my eyes scrubbed. VERY HARD.

#long post #judging shinies #pokemon #nintendo #ashestoshadows #random post #shiny pokemon #gifs #lol #kommo o #zapdos #moltres #shiinotic #groudon #ursaring #venusaur #regice #igglybuff #lickilicky

[secretexperiment]

I don't have anywhere I can really post something like this, and it's the kind of thing I would maybe opt to write in my diary normally, but I don't feel like getting up and grabbing my diary and if anybody sees this and it helps make them feel a little less depressed at the direction of our general society and treatment of the planet, I think it could be worth posting.

A few days ago, Jupiter and Venus were bright and visible in the night sky, appearing right near each other. A couple months ago, Jupiter and several of its moons were visible with only so much as the view from a pair of binoculars...

Whenever something like this happens... A natural phenomenon occurring like this, I feel compelled to make the most of it. Sometimes that means standing outside at the nearby park for a good 15 minutes to marvel and take in what I'm seeing, sometimes, like the other day with Venus and Jupiter, it meant just taking a short walk outside of my apartment, catching a glimpse and being grateful at that opportunity, then going back inside with just that little piece of wonder to break up the mundane. A couple of years ago, there was a comet, the Neowise comet to be exact, again visible with just binoculars. My boyfriend and I drove a good 20-30 minutes up a mountain just to watch it make its slow decent across the sky.

The reason I love doing this type of thing is because it reminds me how great and vast the universe is. It reminds me how small I am, how brief my life will be, and that I need to cherish what I have. A week or two ago when Venus and Jupiter were visible, I could've cried- "I don't want to ever not exist and not be able to experience this feeling again," I thought. I wished I could just have eternal life and be shot into space so I could sink in the vastness of time and witness all of the beauty and destruction that this universe has to offer, unbounded by our silly little tasks we busy ourselves with everyday.

When I am having an off day, I tend to reach for nature. I look at the sky. I think about how far away the planets are. I think about everyone who is currently existing, and ground myself by closing my eyes and lying in bed and pretending I can feel the footsteps and the rumbles of car engines coming all the way from the opposite side of the planet. I think about all the animals on the savannah and in the rainforest, the birds, the bugs, and how they all are always just there. Just existing. I turn on nature programs and it feels like taking a refreshing sip of water, like the illusion of nature could somehow be enough.

I sometimes feel hopeless. Why is there so much war? Why are people so cruel and evil toward each other and other beings? Why is there all this hate and spite and ugliness? And why do I feel obligated to live among it? Of course there are answers to these questions, very real answers that matter in the scope of our species. I don't intend to say that, because we are so small, our problems don't matter. Certain things matter a lot. The suffering of innocent people in warzones matters. The suffering of a single human being because of a single other person's actions matters. But it's not healthy to let that be the prevailing thought in our heads 100% of the time. And when I feel like it's getting to be too much, I turn my gaze to the beauty around me. What IS good in the world?

The trees that grow and feed the air...

The bees that pollinate the flowers so they might continue to grow another year...

The stars that, too, will flicker out some time far away from now...

It's bittersweet, but I want to cherish those things while they last, and I while I'm still around to enjoy them.

#long post #not to mention small kind acts from others #sometimes you just get a very genuine compliment from someone and you're like oh “okay... yeah maybe this isn't so bad...” #that on its own can be a beautiful and good thing to relish in #but yeah for me my comfort is just in like.... the void i guess loool

[soappiller]

When my father would beat me I would just be eating soup.

I would just be eating soup and my father would beat me. He would beat me when my soup was hot and then I'd have to eat it cold and I dont like cold soup because I think that you get more enjoyment out of warm soup, just like men don’t get as much enjoyment out of their hair so you become a barber for women.

Do you think 

Do you think that walking bugs are jealous of flying bugs? If I saw a human flying around I'd be pissed. I want to fly tf????????

I’ve always wanted to be hyperfixated on a vehicle or something. I always thought it would be so cool to be able to tell different train models appart. I’d be obsessed with trains or boats or planes and people would be like wow Soap you’re so cool :)) and I would be able to tell you useless facts about how fast a train can go or how many people can board this plane.

My type in men are definitely brunettes. Especially if they wear glasses. Omg please give me one chance with a tall nerdy greasy man and I would give him the time of his life.

No offense but I would never date a guy legally named Paul. No exceptions.

I’ve always wanted to have an army jacket, like the green obnoxious one that has a lot of text on them. Or a leather jacket because I think that’s pretty nice. Top Gun Maverick has not made my desire better.

I love my green cargo pants, I can finally die. Well actually I can’t, because I have to live till 2025 obviously. That movie is gonna make me the worst possible version of myself.

Pretzels, apple pie, chocolate muffins and mazariner are undoubtedly my favourite deserts.

My mom knows this buffet restaurant with Chinese food and she said that she’ll take me there sometime. I can’t wait.

I know exactly what hairstyle I want but I don’t know what the fuck it's called. Like it's normal like short and straight but the ends like curl upwards like tf is that called????????????????????????????????????????? The best picture I have of anyone with it is Jim Halpert from the office and I can’t pull up a picture of the office because that’s embarrassing. Like that haircut but more?? you know what I mean I believe you do . And if not that then I want like a short hairstyle that I don’t want to style at all y’know. Like I can just wake up and ruffle my hair and say done because that’s how its supposed to look anyway.

I really like westerns like the movie genre and period dramas. My favourite type of villains are religious ones, like christian ones, obnoxiously christian villains who truly believe they are doing what God wants. I am thins close () to becoming like that.

I'm allergic to apples. But only fresh apples. If you like cook or bake them then it's fine.

My favorite videos on TikTok are the ones that are like ”sing If you find them attractive” because they always have the least attractive people on there. I don’t think I’m picky when it comes to looks but they literally pick the most ordinary looking men and celebrities and I’m just not into that. Except Brian Cranston, if that man gave me one chance I would suck his dick till the skin came off. Fr fr and maybe Paul Dano on like the attractive part not the sucking his dick till the skin falls off part.

I hate Trocadero.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

150 of 2022

Survey by a-zebra-is-a-striped-horse

When is your birthday?

In April.

When’s the last time you got a bruise? Where?

I don’t remember where, but I have a very recent one on my knee. I always get bruised easily.

What is your birthstone?

I don’t know and, honestly, I don’t care.

Do you braid your hair?

It’s too short to be braided.

Do you like babies?

Honestly, I prefer toddlers.

Do you have any brothers?

Unfortunately, I don’t.

What’s your favorite type of bear?

Polar bear.

What’s your favorite book?

Too many to mention.

Bambi, Brave, or Beauty and the Beast?

Brave, if ever.

Favorite breakfast food?

Oatmeal.

Do you enjoy bubble baths?

I do, but we only have a shower in our house.

Do you have any beaded bracelets?

No. I don’t wear bracelets anyway.

Favorite kind of bread?

Pain de campagne or tijgerbrood.

Boobs or butts?

I’m not into women, so no boobs for me, that’s for sure.

Do you like men with beards?

I like the variety of men. My husband has a beard most of the time and it looks good on him.

What kind of beer do you like to drink?

Lambic beer is the best for me, especially kriek, and then, every flavour of the Lindemans brand. My country is quite known for the variety of beer, over 2000 types, no kidding.

Do you own any boots or belts?

Yeah to both. I don’t really wear belts, though.

Bootcuts or bell-bottoms?

Cargos, I win.

Do you like bologna?

Depends what you mean, a slang term or something?

Do you like going to the beach?

I love it. I was raised by the beach and I go to my hometown whenever I need a day for myself.

Baseball or basketball?

Basketball for win, I used to be a basketball player in my teens.

What’s the name of your best friend?

Two of them who immediately come to my mind are Marc and Johan and Kenny, but I have more good friends. Oh, and one of my best friends ever was Joeri, just like me. Sadly he departed and I still miss him.

Favorite color out of: blue, black, or brown?

Black. I hate brown.

Do you prefer blondes or brunettes? Maybe bald?

Maybe redheads. Actually, I have no preference. Colour doesn’t matter to me, I liked guys with dark hair and the ones with blonde hair, one was even a really light blonde.

What’s your bra size?

I’m a dude, sorry.

Which types of bugs creep you out?

Wasps because ow. I’m allergic to them.

Do you have a boyfriend?

I have a husband.

Favorite kind of bird?

House sparrow. I’ve always loved them.

What is your favorite color?

Black. And then green.

What is your favorite type of cookie?

Oatmeal cookie, but without raisins. All because it’s not very sweet like other cookies.

What kinds of clothes do you wear? What’s your style?

Oh my. Hoodies, t-shirts, cargo pants, combat boots or these Converse-type shoes, that’s basically me. Preferably black, but not always.

Last time you cried, and why?

Probably 31 years ago when I was still a baby, because it’s normal.

Do you still own any CD’s?

Yes. I even buy them for collections or to support artists whenbever possible.

How many cousins do you have?

I think seven first cousins, or so.

What’s your favorite type of cereal?

Cheerios.

Do you prefer crayons or colored pencils?

Coloured pencils. I’ve always preferred them.

Which is creepiest - caterpillars, cicadas, crickets, centipedes, or cockroaches?

All except crickets, I like their sound.

Who do you care about the most?

My husband, my family and my friends.

How do you take your coffee?

With milk and a bit of sugar. Coffee is the only warm drink I prefer somewhat sweet.

What kind of a car do you drive?

Renault Clio.

Would you rather play chess, checkers, or croquet?

Chess, but no.

Are you Catholic or a Christian?

I come from a mixed Christian family, my dad is Catholic, my mum is Protestant. They agreed to raise us Catholics, so my sister identifies as one, I don’t identify with any religion at all.

Who is your current crush?

More like platonic crush, this guy I like. I can’t help it.

What’s your favorite type of candy?

I don’t like candy.

What’s your favorite card game to play?

I’m not into card games.

What’s your least favorite chore?

Cleaning the toilet, oh my God.

How much time do you spend on the computer?

Too much, but not as much as people aropund me. I have a social life and many things to do.

What would you like to do as a career?

What I do now and I’ve been doing for the last 9 years.

What is today’s date?

28 August. Today is the 4th anniversary of us.

Have you ever had a dog?

I’ve had when I was a kid. I still remember, his name was Brutus.

Have you ever gone on/been put on a diet?

Constantly. I have an eating disorder and yes, guys can have them as well.

Did you know that donkeys can mate with zebras and with horses?

Really? In all seriousness, though, is there anyone who didn’t?

Do you ever feel like you want to die? Do you have any loved ones who have died?

I have some... history, and I’ve heard years ago that one boy I liked has actually committed suicide. I still hope it’s not true, but oh well. That was many years ago.

Did you know that Degu are actually a type of rodent that can be kept as a pet?

Sure, I even know someone who does have a pet degu.

What do you like to drink?

Coffee and 100% fruit juices, milk, or vanilla coke, because yes.

Have you ever tried to count the spots on a Dalmatians before?

No, it has never ever crossed my mind.

What’s your favorite kind of dinosaur?

I don’t care about dinosaurs much.

What’s your favorite dessert?

I don’t like sweets. But if I really have to choose, then cheesecake.

Daffodils, daisies, or dandelions?

Daffodils. Daisies are cute, too, but dandelions give me a massive allergy.

How often do you cook your own dinner?

As often as possible.

Do you remember your first date?

No, I don’t date. I just hang out.

Have you ever kept a diary?

I still do.

Are you a daring person? Do you take lots of risks?

I’d say half and half.

Have you ever filed for divorce?

No, and I hope I never will.

Do you have a doorbell?

Yeah, I do.

Do you ever feel like you are doomed?

Well, I have epilepsy, that’s enough of doom for one person.

Have you ever smoked dope?

No, and I’m not interested.

Do you ever experience dysphoria?

Yes, and it’s not gender dysphoria. I’m just not a big fan of my own body, let’s put it that way.

Which day of the week is your favorite?

Mondays and Fridays because I’m going to the hospital these days.

Do you know anyone who has diabetes?

Yes, I do. He has to take insulin, he always remembers that, but otherwise, he’s doing well.

How many DVD’s do you own?

Quite a few, but they’re not even in use.

What is your dad’s name?

Stefan.

Do you like to dance?

I don’t.

Do you drive? Do you have your license?

I have it on hold because of epilepsy. So now I don’t drive by myself.

Do  you believe in destiny?

Kind of. But not the destiny alone.

Have you ever been dumped before?

No. I guess the reason is I never ask people out.

How often do you experience diarrhea?

Thanks, I’m eating now. Very rarely.

What’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done before?

Can’t remember from the top of my head, but there were a few.

Have you ever dyed your hair before?

I’ve had almost all possible colours, so.

What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever dressed up as for Halloween?

I don’t even celebrate Halloween.

Do you know how to dab?

I don’t know and I don’t care.

How often do you go to the doctor or the dentist?

Every two months. I’m under the care of two different specialists, the rehabilitation/sport injuries doctor and the neurologist.

How often do you dust your house? Are you allergic to dust?

I do it at least once a week and yes, dust makes me sneeze and my face swell. Not nice.

What’s the last good deed you’ve done?

I ordered food for my husband and me for our anniversary. :P

Do you believe in equality?

I do, but I also believe in justice.

Early to bed or early to rise?

Both.

Are you early or late for appointments?

Rather early. I don’t mind long waiting.

Have you ever had an ear infection?

Yeah. This shit is painful af.

Do you go see an eye doctor?

I do, every year. I was born with a genetic disorder known as Marfan syndrome and it has affected my eyes, among others. I suffer from the lens dislocation which results in quite severe nearsightedness and astigmatism, and unfortunately it’s worsening.

How many earrings do you wear?

I have five ear piercings, but currently none of them is in use.

Do you care about the environment? How do you help the Earth?

I sort my trash, but it’s mandatory here anyway.

How often do you exercise? Do you go to a gym or do it on your own?

I go to the gym and it’s a part of rehabilitation. I also go to physiotherapists and ergotherapists, five days a week.

What are you favorite things to eat?

I love waterzooi, it’s a Belgian dish that originates from Ghent.

Do you know anyone who is pure evil?

No, not really.

Do you get along with everyone?

Definitely not with everyone, but I often hear that I’m actually likeable.

Do you have a certain routine that you go through every day?

Yes, rehabilitation.

Have you ever felt like you’ve lost everything?

Yeah, when I woke up from coma. I was like a veggie then.

Is there anywhere you’d like to explore?

More of the Netherlands <3

Elevators or escalators?

Escalators, I love them.

What do you do in the evening?

Chill out, understand it in whatever way you want.

Have you ever been evaluated for anything before?

Yeah, for autism. I’m going to be evaluated further because I have a short memory. My neurologist says it’s most likely from epilepsy, though.

What’s the worst you’ve ever done on an exam?

40%, not enough for passing. It was from literature, so nothing surprising. I’ve always been a math person.

Are you easily exhausted?

Recently yes.

Do you like visiting exhibits?

I don’t mind them.

Have you ever felt exiled?

No, not really.

Have you ever felt like everybody was talking about you?

Many times. I’m like the unique one.

Have you ever entered through an exit sign or exited through an enter sign?

Not really possible here, but yeah.

How have humans evolved over time?

To grow more stupid.

Would you ever consider eloping?

Would be exciting. We got married quickly, but didn’t escape anywhere.

If you could erase one mistake from your past, what would it be?

Loving someone.

When’s the last time you’ve used email? How about sending something through the mail in an actual envelope?

Email today, actual mail last month because I had to send an official letter.

Do you dye eggs at Easter time?

Used to, but not anymore.

Is the glass half empty or half full?

Half everything.

Have you ever had elbow macaroni before?

Sure, many times.

Have you ever fractured or dislocated your elbow?

Dislocated, so damn painful.

Do you know how long an era or an eon is?

Several hundred millions of years or so.

Do you chew the Extra brand of gum?

What, is there such a brand?

When was the last time someone showed empathy towards you?

Today. I’ve talked to someone about my disorders and they’ve been very comforting.

Did you have an Elf on the Shelf growing up?

I barely have an idea of what it is.

Is your bedtime closer to eight or eleven?

Recently eleven.

Would you go around the world in eighty days?

That quickly?

Did you turn eighteen in high school, or afterwards?

In secondary school. Belgian education system is entirely different than American.

#survey #random survey #q&a survey

[everythinghughes]

can you write something where some guy won’t leave Luke alone at a party so Luke’s girlfriend gets pissed and punches the guy

LUKE HUGHES | PROTECTOR

pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader, sad!luke hughes x protective gf!reader

word count: 880

summary: a guy at a party makes luke sad and his fiery girlfriend is not having it.

warnings: swearing, blood, fighting

note: this is like that tiktok sound “im not very strong but i’ll fuck you up if your mean to bug” except we are strong bad bitches who defend luke hughes with our lives (because i would). also this is kinds unrealistic but like i felt so powerful writing it so i hope you do to!! thank you for requesting anon <33

luke thought having two brothers in the nhl and him already being drafted was one of the coolest thing ever but he hated the pressure and the amount of comparison he’d get to his brothers from the media or even opposing college players. there were times where he would get chirped on the ice about something to do with his brothers but it was almost always hockey related.

other times they would compare the brother’s looks and luck with girls. this was one of luke’s small insecurities since a lot of the female hockey population had an attraction to jack and often compared the other two brothers to the middle one. which brought you to the conversation you were currently listening to

you had only left for a second to go use the washroom and when you came back you saw some guy talking to what looked like a sad luke. just by seeing luke’s sad face you already felt pissed off because no body messes with your boy. you hear the guy mention jack’s name and something about how he understands why all the girls like him over luke.

oh no he did not.

walking over you put on a sweet smile and make your back to luke’s side. you interlace your fingers with his giving them a squeeze as you face the mystery bitch.

“wow hughes even the mention of your brothers name brings pretty girls over. might have to start using that one for myself, but you must use that line a lot right?”

clenching your hand in a fist you restrain yourself from jumping on him. “he doesn’t need to, but it’s sad that you feel the need to use a guy who you’ve never even met’s name just to pick up girls.”

“i don’t talk about jack hughes to pick up girls-”

“oh so talking about how attractive jack is is just a normal conversation topic for you? would you like me to get you his phone number so you can set up a date? because it’s starting to sound like you’re in love with him or something.”

“what the fuck i’m not-”

“i never said you were. i’m simply saying that it sounds like you a have deep infatuation with jack.”

“i don’t-”

“well bud i hate to break it you but last i checked, you aren’t jack’s type. sorry.” you say with a fake pout.

the guy rolls his eyes and looks at luke again “see this what i was saying hughes. girls will only use you to get to you brother. like look at her getting all jealous that jack has a type that she doesn’t fit.”

you open your mouth to yell at him some more when you feel luke’s hand slip from yours. you look up at him to see his sad eyes looking down at his shoes and that’s when you loose it.

you whirl around and swing your arm landing a hard blow at this guy’s nose making him stumble back and yell in pain. “that was for insinuating i’m using my boyfriend to get with his brother. because have you seen my boyfriend? he’s literally so hot and i’m obsessed with him.”

a crowd begins to form around you and this guy. some people are filming others are gaping at this girl who is yelling a guy who’s at least six feet tall. some of the boys had joined the crowd and were cheering the loudest.

“yeah! hughesy’s hot as fuck” brendan yells. “he’s an american eagle model and everything!”

the mystery guy is still holding his nose when you land another punch him again making the crowd “ooo” and cheer. “that was for making my boy feel bad about himself.”

“whoop his ass y/n!” you hear thomas yell, as he laughs at the guy who’s holding holding his bleeding nose.

you walk up to him again and he backs away, making you sigh. you’re about to land another blow when dad i mean owen grabs you and throws you over his shoulder. people boo but owen tells them all too fuck off and people obviously listen because who wouldn’t listen to a 6’6 defensemen yelling? the party continues as the boys take out the trash kick the guy out.

owen wordlessly places you down in front of luke, who’s staring at you in half admiration and half fear.

you lean up and grab luke’s cheeks in your hands “you okay, lukey?”

he presses a kiss to the palm of your hand before nodding and leading you to the backyard and away from the party. he sits down on a chair and pulls you onto his lap.

“i love you.” he says.

your head snaps up “what did you say?” you ask thinking you misheard him.

“i love you y/n, so much.”

tears sting your eyes “really?”

“how could i not?! you just beat up a guy half your size for me! which was really hot by the way.”

laughing the tears away you say “i love you too lukey, so so so much.”

“hey! you can’t say more so’s than me!”

“oh yes i can!”

“no you c-”

“will you two shut up and stop being so gross!” you hear dylan yell from inside the house

#luke hughes #luke hughes xreader #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes imagines #michigan hockey #umich wolverines #new jersey devils #hockey boy #hockey boy imagines #nhl imagines

[andvys]

Longing (part 5)

Warnings: little bit of angst, mentions of a shitty father, mentions of mental abuse, alcohol consumption, fluff

Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader

The following days you and Ellie were a little awkward around each other and your friends definitely picked up on that.

Ellie hurt you and you hurt her but that wasn’t the reason for your weird behavior towards each other. You would forgive each other everything, no matter how much you both would act like you hated one another.

You were currently sitting with Joel on his porch, enjoying a hot cup of coffee he made you. He always invited you to come over to just talk and you loved it, you loved spending time with him in general. Just sitting and talking to him behind the safe walls of Jackson or going out on patrols, killing infected and having each other’s backs, you knew you could always count on him no matter what and you hoped you gave him the same feeling. He truly was like a father to you.

You still haven’t talked about what happened after leaving Ellie’s place the other day, when you ran into him, with tears streaming down your face. After he managed to calm you down he asked what happened and you just told him about how you almost died that day because of the man that attacked you and that you were scared of dying and that’s why you broke down. That was obviously a lie you weren’t afraid to die and Joel knew that but he wasn’t going to pressure you into talking about it when you weren’t ready to talk. He always gave you as much time as you needed and waited for you to speak up about it yourself.

Taking a sip of your coffee you looked at Joel only to find him watching you already. He knew you wanted to talk about something.

“Can I tell you something?” You asked.

“Of course.” He gave you a smile, holding his own cup of coffee.

“My- my father was a horrible person and I’m afraid that I’m the same.” You said, looking down into your cup.

“Why would you think that, sweetheart.” He asked. He knew a few stories about your dad.

“He always made it clear how much he hated me and he always hurt me with his words and I swore to myself that I would never hurt someone like that but I did and now I can’t forgive myself for it.” Joel watched you, feeling bad that the person who was supposed to love you the most hurt you this way.

“People make mistakes (y/n), we say things we don’t mean and accidentally hurt people that we care about. If you were anything like your father you wouldn’t feel bad for having hurt someone.” He said, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“I hurt Ellie.” You said looking down you were ashamed, fearing that he would hate you now. Feeling tears build up in your eyes.

“I figured it had something to do with her.” He said. Looking up at him, he gave you a sympathetic smile.

“I- did she say something?”

“No she just talks to me when she absolutely has to but Jesse mentioned something about you and Ellie fighting.” He said.

“We got into a fight and she hurt me but she apologized the next day but I wasn’t ready and I said something hurtful.” You said, letting a tear fall.

“Did you mean it?” He asked.

Looking back at him “No! Not at all.”

“It’s okay kid, you were hurt because of whatever she said to you, your reaction was pretty normal. You can still make things right by apologizing and showing her that you care.” Joel said, looking at you.

“I apologized when we were on patrol together but I still feel like shit about it.” You said, wiping your tears away.

“It’s okay, kid. She knows she probably feels like that too because of your fight. Forgiving yourself is hard but when the other person forgave you than you can do it too.” He said. He was worried about you.

“Don’t beat yourself up (y/n).”

Nodding at his words, you gave him a small smile. “Thank you Joel, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Smiling at your words he pulled you into a hug.

“I care about you kid, I don’t want you to feel bad.” He said.

You almost started crying again at his words. No one ever told you that they care about you, well Ellie did but that was after she hurt you.

“I care about you too Joel, thank you for everything.” Hugging him back.

“Can I ask you something now?” Pulling away you looked at the older man.

“Of course.” Curious about what he wanted to ask you.

“Do you like Ellie?”

Getting shy at that you looked away. “I- Ellie and I aren’t exactly best friends but I do like her, I tried not to but I like her.”

Joel smiled at your words. He has seen the way you and Ellie interacted with each other, to everyone else it seemed like you just liked to annoy each other but he saw the longing looks on your faces whenever the other would look away. He hoped that you two would figure it out someday.

What both of you didn’t know was that Ellie heard the whole conversation, she was leaving her place when she heard you and Joel talk, she wanted to keep walking but then she heard you mention her name and she decided to listen out of curiosity what you were saying about her.

She thought you’d tell Joel about what she said to you but she was surprised when you spared him the details on all the horrible things she said instead you were talking down on yourself, feeling bad about hurting Ellie and then you even confessed that you liked her. She was definitely more than surprised at your confession, she was happy to hear you say that you liked her. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of you liking her back.

The next day you were all hanging out at Dina’s place, having a few drinks, you noticed Dina hasn’t even touched hers. Curiously looking at her you tried catching her attention without saying anything, not wanting to interrupt Ellie’s and Jesse’s conversation about video games but you noticed she was staring at Jesse. Smirking slightly you knew they’d probably gotten back to together already.

“I’m telling you Jesse my method is way better than yours.” Ellie stated.

“Alright, alright you’re right Ellie.” He put his hands up in surrender. “I’m always right.” Ellie said, smirking she took a sip of her drink.

Jesse groaned at her words, he sat down next to Dina throwing an arm around her shoulder, she leaned into him.

You and Ellie shared a look. “Whoa when did that happen again?” Ellie asked, laughing.

“A couple of days ago.” Dina said, smiling.

“Man you guys are so weird.” You said.

Ellie nodded at your words, winking at Jesse. She was right about them getting back together. Taking a sip of her drink.

“Enough about us how was patrol the other day guys?” Jesse asked.

Ellie immediately started coughing and you looked away, finding Dina’s living room pretty interesting all of the sudden.

Dina smirked at Jesse, both of them aware that something happened while you were on patrol. You and Ellie were always weird around each other but that was a different type of weird now.

“We found a gun store.” Ellie said awkwardly. Why did she have to mention the gun store, now you had to think about you both making out against the wall.

“Yeah... it was a nice gun store.” You said looking at Ellie, you noticed her cheeks were deep red.

“It was a nice gun store indeed.” Ellie agreed, staring at you.

Both Jesse and Dina watched your weird interaction, they both wanted to laugh at your embarrassed faces. Clearly something happened at the gun store.

The room suddenly felt too hot, taking off your hoodie you were left in a shirt, your hair was braided back that meant that everyone could see the marks on your neck that Ellie left when you were making out. You totally forgot about them.

Dina gasped making Jesse turned his head at his girlfriend to see what she’s looking at, noticing her eyes were on your neck his eyes widened at the obvious hickeys. Ellie looked at them weirdly, she looked back at you also seeing the marks now. She felt herself blush even more, remembering how she kissed down your neck.

“Umm wh- what are you guys staring at?” You asked nervously, rubbing your neck.

“What’s that on your neck (y/n)?” Dina asked, smirking at you. You looked over at Jesse to find him smirking as well and Ellie looking looking down at her drink with a blush on her face.

Realizing what she was referring to, you forgot that Ellie gave you hickeys. Feeling embarrassed now you avoided their eyes.

“Um- I- a bug bit me.” You said. Ellie laughed quietly at your ridiculous explanation. You sent a glare her way, making her shut up.

“A bug in the winter?” Jesse asked, smirking.

“Yeah, it was a special bug.” You said. Feeling so stupid right now.

Nodding his head at your words “does the special bug happen to go by the name of Ellie?” Jesse said, making Dina laugh.

Both you and Ellie sat there awkwardly not knowing how to react to their teasing. Ellie looked at you, you looked so embarrassed right now she felt bad for you. “Hey Dina, remember when I walked in on you sucki-“

“Whoa Ellie alright stop we got it.” Dina said, embarrassed. Jesse laughed beside her making her slap his chest.

You giggled, thankful that the attention was off you now, you send Ellie a small smile, her eyes lighting up at the smile that was directed at her.

“Anyone up for never have I ever?” Jesse asked.

“What are you 12?” Ellie asked.

“You’re never too old to play a drinking game Ellie.” Jesse said.

“I’m in, I wanna get drunk.” You said, Jesse happy about your answer he waited for Ellie’s answer.

Looking at Ellie, she agreed.

“What about you Dina?” You asked curiously, raising your eyebrows at her.

“Oh I’m still feeling a bit under the weather, I’ll pass.” She said.

“Alright anyways, never have I ever made out with a guy.” Jesse said

No one had to drink, well Dina but she wasn’t drinking. You all waited for someone to drink but everyone was just sitting there awkwardly. Ellie looked at you curiously, she knew you liked girls but she always wondered if you’ve ever made out with guys before.

“That was lame Jesse, Dina’s not drinking, you’re obviously straight and well we are gay.” You said. Ellie snapped her head towards you, nodding at your words.

“Yeah let me try again, never have I ever made out with a girl.” You and Ellie groaned at that making Jesse smirk, Dina laughed at you.

“What? You said you wanted to get drunk I’m just helping out.” Jesse said, smirking at you. Shaking your head, you took a sip of your drink.

“Alright never have I ever had a crush on the opposite sex.” You said laughing at Jesse, knowing he was the only one who has to drink.

He glared at you taking a sip.

“My turn never have I ever had sex in the woods.” Ellie said teasingly, making Dina and Jesse very uncomfortable. Jesse took another sip, giving Ellie a death glare.

You laughed, “how many times did you catch them doing the dirty?” You asked Ellie, grinning at her.

“Too many damn times.” Ellie said with a disgusted face.

Jesse chimed in “never have I ever made out at a gun store.” He said, smirking at you and Ellie. Dina laughed at the face you made.

You and Ellie both took a sip awkwardly.

“So Ellie was the bug?” Jesse asked teasingly

“No your mother was.” You said, making Ellie snort, she laughed at the face Jesse made.

Dina laughed at Jesse’s facial expression “I always knew your mother was gay Jesse.” You laughed at that.

“Ugh shut up guys.” Jesse groaned.

By the time you were done playing the stupid game all of you were drunk, well except for Dina and she was currently trying to get Jesse to go to bed.

“I’m gonna go home.” You slurred, getting up you tripped over your own feet making Ellie laugh she got up to catch you only for her to lose balance as well, you both fell backwards on the couch, landing on top of Ellie. You started giggling. She started laughing too. Looking down at her, you saw that she was already staring at you. “Hi.” You whispered.

“Hey.” Grinning at you.

“Whoah we leave you guys for five minutes and you already making babies.” Jesse slurred letting himself fall on the couch.

You quickly got off Ellie, sitting down next to her.

“We can’t make babies.” Ellie said.

“That’s what I said to Dina too and boom we got baby on the way.” Jesse said.

“What?!”

“Baby?”

Both you and Ellie said at the same time, snapping your head towards Jesse.

“Jesse!” Dina came back into the room having heard what he said.

“You’re pregnant?” You asked, standing up walking towards her

“Yes, I wanted to tell you guys but I was waiting for the right moment but yeah.” She said, putting a hand on her belly she smiled at you.

“Oh my god I’m gonna be an auntie.” You started crying, it was probably because you were drunk, babies usually didn’t excite you.

Ellie and Jesse started laughing at you.

“Aww (y/n) don’t cry. Come here.” Dina said opening her arms, you hugged her.

“Guess what (y/n)? Jesse said.

Pulling away from Dina you turned around looking at Jesse.

“Ellie’s gonna be an auntie too.” Wiggling his eyebrows at you, “our child is gonna have two gay aunts.” Jesse smirked at you.

“You mean two hot gay aunts.” You said grinning at him making Ellie blush.

“I’m gonna be a daddy, I mean I am one already.” He winked at Dina making her roll her eyes “but yeah you know what I’m talking about.”

Ellie looked at Jesse disgusted.

“Yeah I don’t know about that Jesse. The only daddy I see here in this room is me.” You said grinning at him making Ellie and Dina snort at that.

“Ellie get your girl.” Jesse said trying to get up, he fell back again, too drunk to get up by himself Dina went over to help him.

Ellie got up, putting her jacket on she gave yours too. Putting it on. You said your goodbyes to Dina and Jesse. Hugging them both, congratulating them on Dina’s pregnancy, Ellie watched you, smiling. She congratulated them as well.

Ellie opened the door for you letting you out first, she was about to go out when Jesse grabbed her arm making her look at him “have fun Ellie! And don’t make babies.” He said, smirking at her. She looked at him confused “how are we sup- you know what go to sleep dumbass.” She said before leaving.

Stepping out, she looked at you standing there admiring the snow falling, you looked so adorable right at this moment, she’d have to make a drawing of you based on this moment. But she noticed you looked a little sad all of the sudden. Must be the alcohol Ellie thought to herself.

“Come on (y/n), I’m gonna bring you home.”

“I don’t have a home.” You said, looking down.

“What do you mean (y/n)? Of course you do.” She said, not understanding what you were saying.

“I have a house but I don’t have a home.” You said, sad about having to go home into an empty house. You suddenly looked so small to her, with your guard down. You usually looked so tough and fierce, always ready for any situation but right now you were just a sad girl.

Understanding it more clearly now, feeling bad that you’re feeling this way.

“Do- do you maybe wanna come back with me? Just for tonight?” Ellie asked you, shyly.

Looking at her you noticed she was anxiously waiting for your answer. Blinking a couple of times you nodded your head.

Ellie smiled at you, offering her hand to you, you took it intertwining your fingers with hers you walked back to her place.

Arriving back at her place, she opened the door for you letting you go inside, following you she closed and locked the door, taking her jacket off. You took yours off as well.

“Umm I’m gonna give you something to wear so you don’t have to sleep in your clothes.” She said, grabbing something from her drawer.

You looked around, looking at the video games she had laying around. Grabbing one of them, you noticed it was the one Ellie and Jesse were having a discussion about earlier.

“Here.” Ellie gave you one of her shirts. It was an old band tee, you wondered where she got it from.

“Joel gave it to me a long time ago.” Ellie said, you smiled at that.

“I’m gonna change.” You said.

“Yeah sure.”

You went into the bathroom, getting out of your clothes you put Ellie’s shirt on. It was big and comfy, you’ve never seen her wear it.

Splashing your face with some cold water you looked at yourself in the mirror, you had a permanent scar on your forehead now from the incident at the old police station, it kind of pissed you off but it also made you look kind of badass.

Leaving the bathroom you saw Ellie putting a pillow on her couch.

“I’m taking the couch you know.” You said to her.

“Umm yeah no.” Ellie argued, sitting down so you wouldn’t.

“I’m not gonna take your bed while you sleep on the couch that is probably super uncomfortable.” You said walking towards her.

She looked you up and down, loving the way her shirt looked on you, looking at your legs, she licked her lips, you looked so cute and sexy at the same time. Ellie could get used to seeing you like this.

“I’m taking the couch.” You said, standing in front of her, you put your hands on your hips.

“No you won’t.” Ellie said, already laying down so you can’t.

You really didn’t want to take her bed while she was sleeping on the couch. You wouldn’t mind sleeping on the bed with her either.

“Alrighty then, make some space.” You said.

Ellie looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“If we can’t agree on who gets to sleep on the couch, we just have to share it then.” You said.

“Oh.” Ellie started smirking at that. If Ellie knew you’d be okay with sleeping with her she wouldn’t have put her pillow on the couch.

“Or we just share the bed?” Ellie suggested.

“Even better.” You said. Grabbing her pillow you put it back on the bed, sitting down on her bed you looked over at Ellie. She was getting out of her clothes, you looked away quickly not wanting to stare.

After she put on a shirt she turned off the lights, the room illuminated by the moonlight now. She walked over to the bed, laying down she got under the blanket, holding it open for you she looked at you noticing how shy you’ve gotten. “Well come on.” Laying down beside her, she put the blanket over you. You faced each other, staring into each other’s eyes. Scooting closer to her, you smiled at her, she smiled back. She moved your hair out of your face, running her thumb over your scar. Watching her, you tried to read her emotions.

“Ellie?” You whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” You asked, shyly.

Smiling at you “you don’t have to ask”

You smiled at her words, moving closer to her you kissed her lips softly, moving her lips against yours. Staying like this for enjoying the kiss. Running her hand down your back, she squeezed your butt lightly making you moan, she smirked into the kiss, moving her tongue into your mouth, she gripped your hips tightly, pushing you back she moved on top of you, making out with you softly, she ran her hand up and down your thigh. Pulling away from the kiss she started planting kisses on your neck, making you moan again. “Ellie.” You sighed softly.

Grabbing her face you smashed your lips back against hers, she smirked at your neediness. Moving her hand under your shirt she touched the soft skin on your hips. Enjoying the touch of her hands on your skin.

Your hands started roaming her body, you loved having her on top of you. You wish you could stay like this forever.

Pulling away from her after a while of making out, you were both breathless, Ellie smiled down on you. Getting off you she pulled you into her, hugging you tightly, you put your arm around her waist hugging her.

Looking up at her you noticed she was already staring back at you, you smiled softly at each other. Kissing her chin softly, her smile widened. Brushing your hair behind your ear she plants a kiss on your forehead. You kissed her lips softly, one last time before going back to hugging her. Feeling yourself getting tired, you whispered a good night to Ellie.

“Good night, babe.” Ellie stayed up for a while longer while you were sleeping in her arms. She looked down at you lovingly. She never thought she’d ever have you in her arms, kissing her and sleeping cuddled up to her but she was so happy in this moment, enjoying every second of it she hoped this wasn’t the last time.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #tlou imagines #tlou ellie

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AO3 Ask Game

I was tagged by @themarshalstale which, thank you so much! I feel like I always get missed on these (I know why, it’s been 84 years since I published anything but still). 1. How many works do you have on ao3?

46 it seems. Which...look I’m slow man so that’s not surprising. lol Also crippling depression does not make for much production, at least for me.

2. What’s your current AO3 wordcount?

309662 according to the stats.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

So do I could only AO3 or in like life? lol I suppose it should only be on AO3 since this is an AO3 ask game. Hrm. Basically AO3 can be summed up as: Marvel (in several iterations - all Avengers related) Torchwood Highlander But isn’t it more fun to consider my entire fandom life, which, I’m sorry, I’m old so...yeah. Not all of this is was published and beyond that a lot is not available anymore...which is likely for the best. Highlander Star Wars Babylon 5 Ronin Warriors/Samurai Troopers Marvel (again, several iterations also of note Avengers and X-Men both count) Torchwood Star Trek LOTR Stargate (SG-1, SGA) Mortal Kombat I dabbled with the idea of Potter fic but never got past the ideas stage.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1: You rearrange me till I’m sane Clint finds himself spiraling into a deep depression after the Battle of New York...until the Winter Soldier ends up saving him and inadvertently giving him a new purpose – to save the man that the Soldier had once been – Bucky Barnes. Not one to be outdone, the Soldier decides that his new mission is to ensure that Clint remains alive himself. Protecting a blonde man with a self-destructive streak is somehow very familiar to him. Through the back and forth of who is saving whom they cross the country and learn more about themselves and each other – and perhaps find a reason for living. 2: Five Dates Bucky Didn’t Realize He Was on And the One He Planned Himself To say that Bucky was surprised when Clint kissed him was an understatement. But it was nothing compared to the shock he felt when he learned they'd been dating for months without him realizing it.Clint gets whisked away for a mission before they have time to talk and Bucky is left to figure things out on his own - hindsight being 20/20 he can't help but wonder how he missed things the first go around.

3: Puck Luck Bucky Barnes is used to the ups and downs of an NHL season. He's used to the unpredictability of the game, knows that bounces don't always go your way, but that doesn't make a broken hand in the final third of the season any easier to deal with. Especially not when he ends up with an impromptu roommate/personal assistant in the form of one Clint Barton - his agent, Natalia Romanova's (rather attractive) friend he hadn't known existed before his injury.

It's just for six to eight weeks - what could possibly happen in that span of time?

4: Loose Lips Launch Ships

Based on the following prompt: “We go to school together and I think you’re cute and apparently you’re also the pizza delivery guy and my little sibling opened the door screaming hey sibling! you know that kid you’re in love with? you really weren’t kidding when you said his jawline could cut steel holy shit-” Bucky is the pizza delivery guy. Clint's younger (foster) brother has a big mouth.

5: Indelible Bucky Barnes has a pretty decent life – a good job, good friends, a cat that adores him - but something is missing. He’s always found body art to be beautiful and inspiring, and on a whim (and with the hope that maybe he can find what he’s missing) he decides to take the plunge and get a tattoo. That's how he meets Clint Barton. Clint's talented and compassionate and there is an instant spark between the two of them. It's not long before Bucky finds himself wondering and wanting more from the relationship despite the ghosts of the past that crop back up. Because Clint makes him feel normal in a way he truly hasn't for years...

(this was pre-Alpine so I was totally chuffed when canon confirmed Bucky’s status as a crazy cat lady (affectionate).

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

I really really really want to do it but I often times don’t end up doing it. There are a few reasons. First, I am akwward AF and bad at interaction adn I feel like just saying thank you would be...not enough? Second - I often times tend to like...turtle (aka retreat into myself) when life gets Too Hard/Busy which happens a lot to me (sigh) and then I miss the vague window in my mind in which it would be okay to respond and then it’s even more weird. I do love and cherish all of them. Like there was one months ago that made me go “hmm...I didn’t think I was going to do a sequel to that fic (You rearrange me till I’m sane), timestamp glimpses sure but a sequel hadn’t come to mind” but then the comment made me think! So...who knows? lol Anyway, I literally have been rereading some in an effort to try and get myself going again. Know that if you have commented, I love you.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

At the moment? Probably: Look at you look at me Bucky's in love with Clint - problem is he's really not supposed to be. For Winterhawk Week 2019 - Forbidden Love (I really don’t want to give away the spin in the fic but...if you’re familiar with the Secret Avengers Vol 2 run circa 2013ish (aka when SHIELD initially ‘took control of the team’) that’s a bit of a hint as to the spin). Were it done, Torch Song would be up there. ;) Torch Song Clint is sent back in time, via an alien device, to 1938. While he tries to figure out how to get back home, he takes up singing and entertaining to make ends meet and does his best to not disrupt the timeline.Then he meets a 21 year old Bucky Barnes. --- A torch song is a sentimental love song, typically one in which the singer laments an unrequited or lost love, either where one party is oblivious to the existence of the other, where one party has moved on, or where a romantic affair has affected the relationship.

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

Does *wanting* to write crossovers count? lol I want, so badly, to do more crossovers and fusions (which...are kinda deeper versions of crossovers in a way). The only one I do have posted is a crossover between Highlander and Torchwood -

The Immortal Mr. Jones A series of vignettes (some long, some short) in the life of the newly immortal Ianto Jones. My most ambitions project that I have been working on since late 2011/early 2012 is a fusion of the Avengers with Stephen King’s the Stand. I will get that done at some point *shakes fist*  The Stand, for those who don’t know it, is an epic 1000+ page novel about a flu epidemic (I know) that wipes out over 99% of the population and then two figures representing Good and Evil pull the survivors in two directions for a showdown. So basically it’s a non-powered modern AU set in that universe. It’s a passion and comfort project. lol

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes. Well, minor bitching back when I was in a prior fandom because I tagged a pairing in a fic but it was pre-slash and not labeled as pre-slash. I got hate on...I think it was Torch Song? And I’ve gotten hate on tumblr re me and my fic in general as well. Fandom! *jazz hands* Oh! And I’ve also been hit by those reviewers within Winterhawk (among general Clint pairings actually) who like rate you on either number scales or the “meh” scale. Which isn’t hate exactly but...it’s passive aggressive bullshit because I can’t believe none of them realize at this point that the authors can see their bookmarks - you know?

9. Do you write smut?

Yes. Do I write it well? I have no idea. lol

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of. Well...there was, I think, one of those reposting sites that had a few fics on it but I don’t think it was being passed off as someone else’s? I can’t quite recall. It’s why I have a note on AO3 about reposting my work anyway.

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

Not entirely, but sort of. Let me explain - I am part of a PBEM game; which for those unfamiliar since it’s a term that was most heavily in use 15-20 years ago, in which you basically do a round robin type writing thing but rather than everyone writing the same characters you write your own characters and you play off what other people have done. Another way of looking at it is  it’s basically DnD without dice and written down rather than done out loud. You also don’t have to all be around at the same time. It’s a lot of fun and yes I have been in it for 20 years even though there aren’t many of us left but they are some of my dearest friends and fabulous writers. Wins all around.  One of the other writers and I have actually toyed with the idea of doing a co-written fic actually, mostly because we work super well together and keep getting ideas for things but can’t really do them as rpgs since the pbem style isn’t used much anymore.

12. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Winterhawk probably. Though, let’s be real - Han & Leia are epic and amazing as are John & Delenn (from Babylon 5).

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Does wanting to expand The Black Stallion books as a wee child count? lol Not much of that was written save for world building ideas but there was a great oral tradition of telling stories to my friends. Otherwise...maybe a tie between Star Wars and Highlander. Star Wars was a love since I was super young but the writing bug didn’t hit me until around the same time Highlander was a thing as well.

14. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? You rearrange me till I’m sane for sure. Though Torch Song, if it were finished, would be tied I imagine (I suck at picking favorites). Honorable mention to Puck Luck and Indelible. Tagging: I have seen this like a million times (okay 5) so I feel like everyone has been tagged already that I know. But...I guess... @vexbatch @crazycatt71 @heartonfirewrites and @disruptedvice sorry if anyone has been tagged before.

#icyredfics #writing #winterhawk #long post

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Anything But Normal

A/n: this was such cute Idea I hope I did it justice. It’s been a while since I’ve written a comedy piece. There are probably spelling errors I’ll go back and fix them later. also I love Jon Favreau as Happy so I had to put him in. (i swear he is one of my favorite actors) btw this is not edited (i’ll come back and do that eventually)

Requested by: @tokiokiedokie​

Warnings: Cussing,(come on it's me guys), partial nudity.

Member: Han Jisung

Summary: When Y/n’s best friend goes through a drastic change he starts keeping secrets. Secrets that include him being New York’s one and only friendly neighborhood spiderman. Shit hits the fan when his new secret life is exposed and she gets dragged into it.

Genre: Spiderman!au, romance, comedy, friends to lovers!au, little bit of angst

There are only three things that truly matter in life. Good friends, good pizza, and a good story. So far I had two of those at the moment. Sadly I was lacking a good story. Our school newspaper had been quite dry despite my efforts to discover new and intriguing stories. 

“Stop sulking and eat.” My best friend said, shoving a piece of cheese pizza in my face. Jisung laughed when I bit the end before returning to look at my laptop. We were at our usual pizza place seated next to the window with the big bright red neon sign lighting up our faces. The sun set over the New York skyline making the moment almost perfect. If only I was writing an exciting article. Instead, I was putting together a riveting look into the school’s menu changes. 

“You know I invited you because I thought you were going to be good company.”

“Please. You invited me because Felix was busy with a stupid Lego project and no one else will eat pizza with you.”

“Whatever.”

Jisung and I weren’t the most popular people in our senior class. To be frank, Jisung was my only friend. So going out and eating pizza every other day at ten o’clock at night was often the highlight of my week. Having had enough of the lack of attention Jisung slammed my laptop closed and removed it from the already small table. “Hey! I didn’t save!” 

“That’s what Google Docs is for.”

He was right. I needed to stop working. I had been slaving over that stupid and boring article all week. He didn’t have to be such an ass though. “You are such a teenager.” I scoffed, watching him shovel yet another slice of pizza down his throat. “Oh, and you are such an adult!” The mocking tone of his voice threatened a laugh. 

“I swear you are God’s punishment for enjoying sex. Everyone’s libido just disappears when you are around.”

“Hey don’t ruin our date. I was considering sleeping with you tonight.”

He laughed when I threatened to smack him. It had been like this for as long as I could remember. Just me and Jisung. My parents had been friends with his before they passed away in a car accident. Now Jisung lived with his Aunt May and his Uncle Ben a few blocks away from me. 

I remember after the crash I would wake to a tap on my window to see an eight year old Jisung on my fire escape. Not wanting to bother his Aunt with his nightmares, Jisung had run all the way to my apartment and climbed the fire escape to my room on the sixth floor. I would open the window and let him sleep in my bed. My eight year old brain used to think maybe my bed was like force field keeping away the bad dreams about his parents.

“Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?” Jisung asked bringing me out of my thoughts. 

“Mr. Finoli asked me to take pictures of the science field trip so I’m going with you guys. Why?” A look of realization crossed Jisung’s face making him freeze. “Did you forget to ask May to sign your permission slip?”

“I forgot to ask May to sign my-...you can be a real ass sometimes, you know that?”

Laughing I pulled a ten out of my wallet and left it on the table. “Come on, you’ve gotta get your slip signed, dummy.” “I can pay, it’s no problem.” He said watching me pack up my stuff. “Nah, you can get the next one.” Bellies full of pizza, we left Tony’s Pizzeria and headed in the direction of Jisung’s apartment, his arm draped over my shoulder and talking my ear off about some random experiment they had done in Physics that day. 

The next day I woke up bright and early to meet the class at the New York Museum of Science. Camera bag on my shoulder and camera around my neck I stood outside the museum with about ten other students and two teachers. My tired eyes brightened when I saw Jisung step out from the subway, May right behind him.

I laughed as he wiped a kiss from his cheek before waving goodbye to her. His dyed blonde hair was messy and blew slightly in the wind. Jisung waved when he saw me and jogged over. His hoodie lazily hung off his shoulder and his shirt and jeans were somewhat wrinkled. “Don’t you look nice?” I couldn’t help but chuckle at his appearance. 

“Shut up.”

He laughed throwing an arm around my shoulder, leading me closer to the group. Soon the tour began and I busied myself with taking photos of the group for the paper and yearbook. Jisung followed the group, only half-listening to the teacher as he looked at other random exhibits. 

At around one in the afternoon, the group moved outside to have lunch on the steps. I sat off to the side with Jisung, his legs spread out across the stairs and his elbow rested on the step above us. It was refreshing to be next to him talking about absolutely nothing. Even if he stole my food. 

Eventually, we were all called back to resume the tour. I angled a shot of two students looking at a bug exhibit, but just as I took the picture Jisung jumped in the frame throwing up a peace sign and crossing his eyes. “Hey! Stop hitting me!” He yelled as I smacked his shoulder over and over again. “Look I’m just innocently observing the exhibit. Leave me alone crazy woman!”

Sighing, I pushed him away and resumed taking photos. As the group was moving onto the next room I noticed Jisung was missing. It wasn’t unlike him to wander off into a room he wasn’t supposed to just to look at probably like some DNA model or some other weird science shit. I could never get over the fact Jisung was super into science when he gave zero fucks about his other classes. 

“Jisung?”

“Ji?”

“Ji, we are moving on,” I said looking for him. My eyes landed on a semi-open door marked ‘Lab’. He wouldn’t. He did. Just as I started to walk towards the door, he exited with a goofy smile on his face. “Y/n! Dude, they have all these cool spiders and test tubes in there it was so cool! One of them bit me!” Like an excited three-year-old, he showed me his wrist where he indeed had a red spider bite. 

“Ooooooh! Take a picture!” 

He shoved my camera into my hands and held up his arm pointing to the spider bite making the dopiest smile. Knowing he wouldn’t shut up until I complied, I took the picture. 

“Let’s catch up with the group,” I said taking his hand and dragging him back to the class. When we reached the group a teacher looked over at us his brows furrowing. “Excuse me, Miss L/n, is your friend okay?” He pointed to Jisung, a concerned expression on his face.

“Jisung? There are certainly things wrong with him but he’s oka-”

My words stopped when I turned to look at my best friend next to me. “Ji- Oh my god! Ji are you okay?” His face had obviously paled and he looked dizzy. A thin layer of sweat lay on his forehead. 

“Hell yeah. I’m doing fine, baby.” His voice sounded drowsy.

“Miss L/n he is not alright. Does he have anyone who can come get him.” The teacher said pulling out his phone. I shook my head. May worked in the day and his Uncle Ben was on a business trip. “No, they are working.” 

He sighed and turned to me. Jisung was clearly getting worse by the second and was wobbling a little. “What about you? Can you take him home?” Jisung laughed and wrapped his arms around me loosely. “Fuck yeah, I’d her take me home.” 

“I have a test in my last period.”

“I’ll write you a pass and send it to your teacher. Take him home please.”

Nodding he typed something on his phone and returned to the group who had started to move once again. “Okay Ji, let’s get you back to May’s.” Slowly we started moving to the exit. Before we made it to the doors, Jisung practically turned green. He pushed away from me and burst towards the nearest restroom. 

“Jisung!” 

Ignoring the looks and yells I followed Jisung into the restroom and looked for the stall he was in. “Hey, lady get out of here!” A man standing at the urinal screamed. 

“Oh please. Get over yourself.”

“Ji?”

Following the coughing and gagging sounds, I pushed the final stall door open. Jisung sat on the floor his mop of blonde hair hanging over the toilet. I crouched next to him and rubbed his back gently. “Oh god, I hate puking.”

“Jisung everyone hates puking.”

“Yeah well.....your face likes puking.”

“Nice comeback.”

Feeling too terrible to respond, he just threw up the contents of his stomach again. When he seemed able to stand the two of us made our way outside and down the subway. Jisung leaned most of his weight on me as I slid my metro pass through the scanner. How I managed to get him through the turnstile and onto the metro I have no clue. Thankfully there was once last seat free for Jisung to sit down in. 

“Y/n, I don’t feel good.” 

“I know,” I said softly as he rested his head against my stomach. The train turned sharply making me hold onto the strap, not wanting to fall into Jisung. Soft whines and groans came from him every now and then. This was the worst I had ever seen Jisung. 

I listened to the stations being called out as I ran my fingers through his hair, hoping that would calm him down a little. We were only four stops away but more people were getting on the train. Jisung looked up at me a sick expression on his face. It changed when he looked at the passengers boarding the car. 

“Here, Ma’am. You can take my seat.”

“Thank you so much, young man.” An older woman said taking his seat as he got up. “Jisung, you feel terrible. Are you okay to stand?” He shrugged latching onto the strap next to mine, his face paling again. “I’ll be fine, it’s only four stops.”

Jisung’s eyes started to droop as the train started up again. His body began to act heavier than it was so he resorted to leaning on me and nestling his head between my neck and shoulder. I did my best to make sure he didn’t fall over.

“You two are very cute together.” The old lady said with a smile.

“Oh- we aren’t--” 

“You better hold onto a good man like that, sweetie. Handsome and kind. Those are hard to come by.”

Before I could respond we turned again, and I had to keep Jisung from falling in this poor nice old lady’s lap. I felt his skin burning against mine. Could this train not go any faster. Soon enough our stop came. I said bye to the old woman and helped Jisung get off the train and up the subway stairs. 

“Come on, Ji. We are almost there and we both know I cannot carry your ass.” 

Eventually, I made it up the stairs of his apartment building to the fourth floor and managed to drag him to his door. “Jisung, where’s your key?” Trying not to hurt his head I propped him up on the door frame. He laughed when I started searching through his pockets.  

“Y/n if you wanted to cop a feel just ask. That tickles.” 

“Jisung where are your fucking keys?” 

“Back pocket.” He said drowsily. I sighed and reached behind him. My hands searched through his jean pockets for the cold metal keys. “Having fun back there, because I’m sure enjoying it.” 

I suppressed the urge to punch him in the stomach out of fear he would vomit all over me. Finally finding his keys, I unlocked the door and threw my stuff inside, before lugging him in as well. Jisung leaned on the couch while I put my stuff on the table.

“Y/n it’s burning up in here.” 

“Jisung, you just have a temperature.”

“It burns like fucking hell! It’s too hot!”

Before I could stop him Jisung was shedding layers like a snake. He tossed his shirt somewhere in the small living room. He was sweating like crazy, his blonde hair sticking to his forehead. “Ji, come on let’s get you in the shower.” I started running a cold shower for him before rushing back to the living room to call May. It would only be a couple hours until she got home, but I should still let her know what’s going on.

While Jisung was in the shower, I grabbed some medicine from the cabinet. I had absolutely no fucking idea how to treat a spider bite. Antibiotics? Hearing the shower turn off I knocked before entering. Jisung had a towel wrapped around his waist and was leaning his head against the wall. “Y/n...”

“I’m right here, Jisung.” Cautiously I led him to his room and watched him collapse onto his double bed. Rummaging through his drawers I found some mostly clean sweatpants. “Ji, do you even do laundry?” 

“Y/n, I feel a little too fucking sick to do chores now.”

“I know. I know.” He slipped on the sweatpants and let me dry his hair. I wrapped his arms, covering the bite so it wouldn’t get more infected then it already probably was. Jisung’s temperature flipped like crazy. One minute he was burning up and the next he was freezing. 

A sigh of relief left my chest when I heard May call out in the apartment. “Y/n thank you so much for taking care of him.” She gave me a short hug before running to go get more meds. She would know better than I would, being an ER nurse. “Ji, do you want me to stay? I can call my parents and tell them I’m staying the night.” He slowly shook his head.

“No, it’s okay.” 

“I can stay really-”

“Y/n, I’ll be fine. You can go home.” 

He gave me a half-assed smile and squeezed my hand. There was no arguing with Jisung sick or not so I gathered my things and left. May promised to keep me updated and I told her I would have my phone next to me.

The walk back to my apartment seemed longer than usual. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jisung. When I got home, my parents greeted me before telling me they would be working tonight. My dad was a cop and my mom worked at a hospital downtown. It was rare they were even home, to begin with. Exhausted from taking care of Jisung, I rolled onto my bed and fell asleep.

This boy really texted me at five the morning telling me to meet him at his locker three hours later. If he wasn’t still sick I would for sure have throttled him. Except for the fact that Jisung didn’t look sick. Not at all. He looked perfectly healthy as he walked down the hall towards me. In fact, he looked...really....good. It pissed me off. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be sick?”

“Yeah, I got better.”

Jisung opened his locker like it was any other day and got his books. “What did you want to talk about?” He sighed and looked over at me. There was something different about him. Did his jaw always look like that? No. No jaw looks like that. 

“So this morning I woke up and like I felt completely fine. In fact, I felt the best I have in years. And this weird thing happened to me on the subway-”

Jisung’s words were interrupted by the sound of his locker closing, only the entire row of metal lockers rattled as his shut. “The fuck? Did we have an earthquake or something?” I asked looking around. “What? No. New York isn’t on a fault line.” Shrugging it off I turned back to Jisung.

“You were saying?” He seemed distracted now, looking at his closed locker. “Ummm.... I wanted to thank you for yesterday.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. “Ji, you don’t need to thank me. I’ll always take care of you if you need me.” As I pulled away his hands stayed on my waist, which wasn’t totally out of the norm. Jisung was always a really touchy and flirty person. It drove me crazy sometimes, knowing that it was just his personality and not him acting on something else. 

“So this weird thing happened on my way to school this morning. My hand-” Again Jisung was interrupted. This time by the bell ringing for homeroom. “Hey Jisung, I’ve gotta go, but you can tell me at lunch right?” He nodded, his expression becoming more uneasy. As I turned his grip on my waist stopped me.

“Ji, I know you wanna tell me now but I have to go!” I said with a laugh. A nervous breathy laugh escaped his lips as he tried to pull away from me. “Well, you know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off of you.” Arching an eyebrow I chose to ignore his weird behavior and walked off to my homeroom. 

When the lunch bell finally rang I took my food outside to where Ji and I normally ate. However, he was nowhere in sight. As if he could read my thoughts, my phone notified me of a text from Jisung.

Lix asked me to help him with some Chem work. Sry I can’t eat with you :(

I sent him a quick reply saying it was okay. It wasn’t the first time I had eaten alone and it surely wouldn’t be the last. To no surprise, Chaeyoung and one of her friends walked by. “Have you seen that kid? What’s his name? Jihyun?” She said in her shrill voice. It was hard not to hear her conversation even from twenty feet away.

“No, I think his name is Jisung. Han Jisung. He is in my physics class. Kind of a dweeb if you ask me.” 

“Well, that dweeb filled out. He was probably just a late bloomer, but like all of a sudden, he got really hot. Have you seen his arms and his chest? Oh my god! A girl could die.” 

The girls laughed and continued to objectify my best friend. They were right. Jisung had seemed to have had a huge glow up overnight. His lanky form did seem more toned and his arms were much more muscular than I remembered. 

“Can you believe he still hangs out with that new junkie girl? Like, please. He could get any girl he wants now. Why stay friends with that waste of space?” 

“That bitch is so full of herself. Literally, no one even likes her.” Chaeyoung said laughing. Having heard enough, I got up and decided to go to my next class early. It didn’t necessarily bother me what she had said. Chaeyoung always liked to mess with me.

All my classes seemed slower than usual and Jisung was answering my texts. At this point in the day, we would probably be having a meme war or a stupid conversation ignoring our teachers, but my phone was silent. Not a single notification. 

By the end of the day, I was feeling totally depressed. English was my last class and thank god I had it with Jisung. No doubt he would be late though. He rarely ever showed up on time to class. But, as I walked through the classroom door I did a double-take seeing my best friend in his usual seat right beside mine. 

He gave me an innocent smile. This was strange. Jisung was never early. He looked...normal. I mean other than the physical overnight puberty storm. He slouched in his chair his long legs spilling into the aisle, not that he cared, and he twirled a pen between his long slender fingers. 

“Yo, wassup, cutie?” He said as I sat down. “You seem to be the talk of the school.” He shrugged and shuffled through some physics work he had on his desk. “You jealous?” That stupid smirk appeared on his mouth. “No. Just confused.”

“Okay, class. Settle down. We are going to be returning to our analysis of Austen’s novel Sense and Sensibility.” 

I busied myself with taking thorough notes knowing Jisung would just fall asleep again or just play a random game on his phone. The teacher droned on making a seemingly not boring book a complete snooze fest. The lecture continued without end threatening to send me to sleep as well. Out of habit, I looked over at Jisung, except he was not asleep. Jisung was wide awake and he appeared to be listening intently. 

As if he sensed I was looking at him he turned and smiled at me before returning his attention to the front of the classroom. This was too weird. Where was my Jisung? Maybe he was still sick. That could explain the weird behavior, right? 

The harsh sound of the release bell brought me out of my thoughts. Jisung was already packing up his stuff. “Hey, you wanna stop by Tony’s on the way home? You can buy me a slice!” I said latching onto his arm. The girls were right. Jisung had filled out. Feeling myself starting to blush, I let go and looked back up at my best friend. 

“I can’t. I’ve gotta run some errands fro May and then Uncle Ben asked me to pick up dinner and some other stuff.”

“I can come with you?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll text you later!” 

Without another word, Jisung raced out of the classroom. I knew Jisung pretty well and it was clear he didn’t want me around today. Alone-again- I rode the subway back to my apartment to be greeted by an empty living room. My mom had left a note on the counter leaving me money for dinner and saying Jisung was welcome to come over. “Yeah, well he’s too busy,” I said to no one in particular. 

It got dark pretty quick. All my homework was finished. I even managed to submit the stupid article on lunch menus. Eventually, I had nothing to do but stare at my ceiling. The news was getting pretty boring. After the whole Avenger’s fiasco, things had quieted down, and no interesting stories were in sight. By 11:30 I had given up hope Jisung was going to text let alone call so I did the next best thing. 

“Hi, May! Is Jisung busy?” 

“Hi, sweetie! Jisung got home about an hour ago. He said he was out with Felix. Should I tell him to call you?”

“No, no. It’s fine. You don’t have to tell him. I’ll talk to him later.”

“Okay, honey. Goodnight!”

Han Jisung you filthy little liar. If he didn’t want to hang out with me he should have just said so. Deciding I had finally had enough of this awful day I curled up under my covers and fell asleep.

Months had now passed and Jisung had started acting normal again. Well as normal as Jisung could be anyway. Our near daily trips to Tony’s had decreased to only twice a week and Jisung always seemed to be busy after school, though he made sure to text me back for fear of facing my wrath. 

“What do you think of this Spiderman guy?” I asked typing away on my laptop. Jisung lounged across my bed, the Saturday afternoon light casting a warm glow over his face.  He looked up from his place beside me. “Uhh...I don’t know. What do you think of him?”

“He seems a little childish and amateur, but he is a great story. Vigilante helping out downtown New York? That’s gold.”

“Childish? What do you mean childish? He’s professional as fuck. I heard he stopped a bank robbery the other day.”

“Yeah, and they found the criminals hanging from a lampost by their underwear.”

Jisung laughed and ran a hand through his blonde hair before looking up at the ceiling. “You’ve been talking about Spiderman a lot lately. What do you have a crush on him?” I scoffed, fingers flying across my keyboard. “Please. I don’t date children. Besides, I just think he is a great story.”

“You wanna order takeout?” Jisung asked reaching over me to get my phone. My dad was on duty and my mom was on call so Jisung had come over to keep me company. I did my best to pretend I didn’t notice how amazing he smelled as he leaned over me. “You know you should really stop eating junk food. You are what you eat.” I said distracting myself from how close he was.

“Well then if we are what we eat, I guess I would be fast, cheap, and easy.” 

Jisung winked at me, making my eyes roll. Jisung had grown at home in his new body and somehow he got even cockier than he was before. He groaned at my lack of response and instead let his head rest in my lap, giving him a good view of my screen. “Play with my hair, bitch.”

“Excuse me, dick. I’m working.” He laughed and unlocked my phone. I often wondered why he liked just sitting with me. I think I remembered him telling me once that he liked the sound of me typing. He said it had sort of a rhythm that only belonged to me. How he could pick up on that I had no clue. Like he had superhearing. 

“I ordered sushi. Don’t worry, I’ll pay.” Jisung said, adjusting his body slightly so he wasn’t at an awkward angle. I smiled continuing to write about our masked arachnid hero. “Please tell me you got boba too.” I sighed suddenly craving the sweet drink.

“Of course, baby. I’ve got you.” 

There was a moment of silence. Any minute now Jisung was going to break it. The boy couldn’t go three minutes without talking. “Do you think Spiderman is hot?” Jisung blurted out. 

“Jisung...do we need to have a talk?”

“What- no! Oh, what- no! I mean like do you think he’s hot?”

“The guy wears a mask; how am I supposed to know?”

He shrugged and played on my phone. “I don’t know. What do you think he looks like?” With Jisung’s mind, he wasn’t going to drop this until he got an answer. Saving my work, I closed my laptop and moved it onto the side table. “He’s probably like thirteen. I’m mean he is skinny enough to be a pre-teen.”

“No, like his face.”

“You are weirdly obsessed with this you know.”

“Answer the question already. I’m getting bored.”

I thought for a minute, my hand unconsciously moving to run through his blonde locks. What would spiderman look like? “He is probably just some random white dude. Dark hair, blue eyes maybe?”

He nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answer. The topic changed after that. Jisung told me about spending time with his Uncle earlier that day and we talked about his weird physics experiments. Soon enough, the food came and Jisung paid for it like he said he would. We spent the next several hours sitting in my bed eating sushi, drinking boba, and watching a drama Jisung insisted I ‘needed to see or my brain would explode out of my ears from being lame’.

After several episodes, my room was obscenely dark and my parents had yet to come home. My back rested against Jisung’s chest letting me feel the vibration of his laughs. “Hey, it’s late. You should probably head home.” He smiled when I made no attempt at moving or letting him up. “Do you want me to stay?” “Yes  please.”  He chuckled and pulled out his phone, calling his uncle and letting him know. 

Soon I began to grow tired, my head slumping back onto his shoulder. He poked my side, trying to wake me up. “Hey, go change for bed.” Sleepily, I nodded and shuffled out of bed to sift through my closet for a nightshirt. Jisung moved around getting comfortable while I changed. 

As I walked back over to the bed Jisung shut my laptop and placed it on my nightstand. When I climbed back into my bed he pulled me on top of him, wrapping his arms around my waist. It had been quite a while since Jisung had stayed over. It felt so nice just to be next to him, feeling the warmth radiating off his bare chest. The sound of his heartbeat lulled me to sleep. 

Jisung’s ringtone blared in my small room quickly waking me up. “Ji-” I said shoving my head under the covers. “I got it. Go back to sleep.” A quick glance at my clock told me it was two am. Who the hell was calling Jisung at two am? Jisung reached over me and grabbed his phone off the stand. He tried not to move a lot because my head still lay on his arm. “Hello?”

“Happy? What’s wrong?”

“Jisung tell the Disney dwarf to hang up. I wanna go back to sleep.” I whined, drowsily. Snuggling back into his chest, I reluctantly listened to him sleepily talk on the phone, Jisung not being fully awake himself. “Where am I? I’m at Y/n’s.....Yes....Yes, you can add the location to the list.” I felt Jisung run a hand through his fluffy hair and sigh.

“Mr. Stark said what? Yeah, yeah I have it in my bag....What now?....She’s gonna kill me....I can be there in ten.” Jisung hung up and started to get out of bed. “Woah, where the hell are you going? I need my personal space heater.” Jisung let out a tired laugh as he slipped his baggy shirt back on and rummaged through his bag looking for something. 

“I’m really sorry, but I have to go.”

“Jisung who the fuck is calling you at two am? What is so important that you have to leave?” I asked still not really awake and comprehensive. “Uhhh....my....internship.”

“Your what?”

“My internship.”

“Your what?” 

“My internship.” 

“Yeah-Ji- you keep saying ‘your internship’ like my half-asleep half murderous mind will understand what your saying.”

 “I got an internship with Stark Industries. They have uh... a problem....with some of the...code that I wrote....last week.” 

Jisung started slipping his socks back on as I stared at him in confusion. “When did you get an internship with freaking Tony Stark -You work with Ironman?!” He laughed and started searching for his shoes. 

“Y/n, go back to sleep. I’ll see you on Monday.” Then he left. I was alone once again in my room. A random siren went off in the distance and I just sat in bed. Suddenly, the police scanner on my dresser crackled to life. My dad had given it to me for my birthday a few years ago. 

We have a 647g Disorderly Conduct at 284 Hickom Av.

647g? Why bother calling that in at this time of night? That was just loitering. Sighing, I got up and walked over to turn the radio off. Another voice coming through stopped me. 

Disregard suspect has left the premise with another group of guys. Headed south down Hickom. 

South down Hickom street? What had my dad said earlier this week? Something about several high arms deals going down near there. If I could catch one in the act this would be a great story! Throwing on some pants and slipping on my sneakers, I grabbed my camera and put on my jacket. “Finally a great story!” 

Hickom Avenue was maybe about ten minutes away. The streets were pretty dark at two am, but it didn’t really bother me. My curiosity overpowered any fear I should have. My eyes scanned the area looking for any sign of the guys the scanner mentioned. Just as I was about to cross in front of an alley I saw them. Quickly I doubled back and pressed against the wall. 

“If I’m paying 4k for some lightsaber shit, I’d better get a demonstration, man.”

Carefully I peeked around the corner. Seven men stood in the hallway. Three were next to this heavy-duty van with blacked-out windows. This was definitely an arms deal if I had ever seen one. Which....to be fair...I hadn’t. But it was pretty clear. 

A guy with muscles bigger than my head pulled out a large weapon with green glowing lights. Quickly I pulled out my camera and started snapping pictures. They proceeded to fire this huge light cannon around the alley. Holy shit. This thing was powerful.

“Okay, you got a deal. I’ll take four-”

Let’s dance the night away,

Let’s  dance the night away,

Yeaaaahh

One, Two, Three! Let’s go!

“Fuck,” I whispered ripping my phone out of my pocket and struggling to turn it off. “Turn off, come on.” Finally, I silenced the phone and turned to see if they had heard. Instead my eyes met a broad chest only a couple inches away. 

Okay....think, think, think. Too busy panicking. Can’t think. Uhhhhhh......fuck. I followed my first instinct and threw a punch at the guy’s nose. His head did not recoil like it was supposed to. He just simply cracked his neck and glared down at me.

Okay.....instincts bad.

Before I knew it I was struggling against the man’s grip as he dragged me into the alley. “We’ve got a visitor.” He said throwing me onto the ground in front of all the other men. They sneered and inched closer clearly quite upset I had interrupted their little party. 

“Make that two. Hey, how are you guys doing?” 

All heads turned to the roof of the liquor store we were next to. My eyes widened. There was Spiderman. Complete with the red and blue suit and cocky childish attitude. “Who the fuck are you?” The buff guy, who now had his foot digging into my stomach, said.

“Bro....Come on. I’m Spiderman. You know. I shoot webs and kick ass.” 

“Isn’t he that guy from YouTube that did the flip on that building?”

“OH MY GOD, THAT WAS ONE TIME!”

The man scoffed and pressed further onto my stomach, making me wince slightly. “Scram, Arachne Boy.” The men around me laughed at I assumed the leader’s joke. The hero sighed and shook his head.

“See now I have to beat you up. You can’t just make fun of my name. That shit hurts, bro.”

“What the fu-” Before he could finish his sentence a web shot and grabbed onto his face and flung him into the side of the building. Soon a fight broke out. Trying to remove myself from the situation I crawled away as Spiderman fought all the men. 

“Ah!” 

A strong hand grabbed the back of my neck and hoisted me off the ground. “You aren’t getting away that easy, little girl.” The man sneered. A huge welt was on the side of his face from Spiderman’s attack. My airway’s started to close as he squeezed tighter. My hands tried to pull his fingers away and slapping at any place I could reach. Meanwhile, the last thing I would hear before I died would be Spiderman yelling something about Naruto running a dude into the next Millenium. 

As the edges of my vision started to fade, I heard another voice come closer. “Get your fucking mutant hands off her!” It screamed. I was dropped to the ground. Air filled my lungs as I took huge gasps. Looking up I saw Spiderman taking on the huge monstrosity of a man with nothing but his own two hands. 

“I was told never to play with guns. But I think today might be the exception.”

A web shot out of his fingertips and pulled the weird contraption into his hands. A bright light emitted and fired at the man, blasting him into the building wall. Within seconds Spiderman had wrapped up the villain in a little cocoon of sticky webs, keeping him secure. A quick look around told me he had already done the same to the others. 

The boy in the red suit danced around like a weirdo, while I sat on the ground. “Go Spidey! Go Spidey! Hell yeah! I made all of you my bitches!” I coughed still trying to get air back into my lungs. The white eyes on his mask widened. It must be some pretty advanced tech in that suit.

“Holy shit- Are you okay, Y/n...........I mean...wait-...random citizen I don’t know who means nothing to me personally. Are you okay?”

His voice weirdly got lower halfway through his sentence. Dazed, I looked back up at him. He offered me a hand up and gratefully I took it. “Thanks for helping back there,” I said, voice coming out a bit sore. He shrugged and puffed out his chest. 

“Yeah, I did kick some serious ass didn’t I?”

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my camera and started to walk away. “Wait! Where are you going?” He swung from a lamppost and landed in front of me the suit’s eyes widening and shrinking again. His suit must have facial readers or something. 

“I’m going home. I’ve got my story; I’m done.”

“Hey it’s not safe. Let me take you home. What would your friends say if you weren’t at school tomorrow?” 

Spiderman continued to follow me as if he were a lost puppy. I laughed when he almost tripped over a trashcan. “Okay, one- how do you know I’m a student? And two- I don’t really have any friends. People don’t like me at school.” He stopped in his tracks. 

“What do you mean- Are you getting bullied at school?” His words stopped me. He sounded genuinely concerned. By now we were halfway to my apartment. I simply stared at him as the old streetlights flickered and struggled to light up the sidewalks we were on.

“A couple people bother me, but I just ignore them. Look I’m gonna go home. Thanks for back there. You were a real hero.” 

He looked between me and my hand as I stuck it out for him to shake. Slowly he took it, his grip firm, but cautious. “You know, usually heroes get a thank you kiss for rescuing such a gorgeous girl.” I scoffed and pulled my hand away. 

“Sorry, Spidey. I’m not interested in cocky little shits who run around wearing masks.”

“Yeah well, you’d be surprised. What is your type? Bet, I’m still it.”

My eyes lit up thinking about him. “I guess I’m more of the boy next door type. They say you always fall for your best friend right?”

He blinked as if he was processing my words. What I thinking? A horny fourteen-year-old boy wouldn’t understand. “Night, Spidey. Thanks for the save.” Not letting him say another word, I headed back to my apartment. My apartment was still empty when I returned. My parents wouldn’t be back until after I left for school in a few hours. Reluctantly I went back to my bed, missing the space where Jisung lay only a few hours earlier. It was harder to fall asleep without him next to me.

My legs carried me as quickly as they could. I ignored the crazy looks from people on the street as I raced to May’s apartment. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I burst through the building’s main entrance. Knowing the elevator would take too long and it was probably broken again, I took the stairs up to the fourth floor. 

The door was unlocked when I ran into the apartment. “May? May!” I called, looking for her in the living room. Hearing small cries I turned to find her exiting the kitchen. With open arms, I let her hug me and cry into my shoulder. 

We sat in the kitchen in silence. Occasionally one of our cries would slip, but the emptiness would return. He wasn’t answering any of my calls. I was beginning to worry. May said they were together. Where was he? It had been hours since May had called me. The sound of the door opening made us both stand from our seats. 

Jisung walked in with heavy shoulders and blood on his forehead and smeared across his shirt. He had dried tears staining his cheeks. I had seen the footage of the shooting on the news with May, but the sight of Jisung standing before us made my heart break. 

I held myself back as May went to her nephew. They needed each other. I could wait. Whispers between the two were shared, most likely about her husband. She had already gotten a call, but hearing it from Jisung seemed important to her. After a moment she excused herself, saying something about wanting to go to bed. 

The two of us stood in silence. I had no idea how to comfort him. How could you comfort someone who just watched their uncle die? Jisung started to slowly move towards his room. Wordlessly, I followed. 

After I closed his door, I turned to find him staring at the walls small cries coming from his form. There were pictures of him and his uncle all over his room. Jisung sighed when I wrapped my arms around him from behind. He turned around so he could hold me to his chest. Hot tears fell against my neck as he cried. 

It felt like hours before he calmed down. Gently I led him over to the bed and sat him down. All he could do was stare at his hands as I grabbed a clean shirt from his closet and a wet cloth from the bathroom. There was no fight from him as I lifted the bloodied shirt from his body and put it in the hamper. 

Carefully, I lifted his chin and gently started cleaning the blood away from his face. I tried not to wipe away the tears that slowly ran down his cheeks. He looked broken-and tired like he hadn’t slept even before today’s events. My heart shattered when he finally looked me in the eye. 

“I’m not ready for this.” He whispered, more tears falling. 

Wrapping my arms around him, I let the clean shirt fall to the floor. “I know...” I tried to keep tears from falling from my own eyes. I concentrated on running my fingers through his hair and how tightly he held onto my waist. “You’re never going to be ready for it.” He cried even harder, making me want to scream for him. 

Slowly, I laid back onto his bed, holding him on top of my chest. “No one is ever ready for what you are going through,” I whispered. His body shook from crying and he buried his nose into my neck, holding onto me as if I were the only tether keeping him from floating away. “But, you are so strong. We aren’t faced with challenges we can’t overcome.” His breathing started to steady as my hand traced patterns on this bare skin of his back. “Sometimes I wish I was normal,” He whispered.

“Ji, you are anything but normal. And that’s okay. But for now...you can just be here. I’ll be with you. When you’re ready you can do whatever you need to. But...just stay here for now.”

He nodded and held onto me even tighter. I listened to his breath, gently rubbing his back and playing with his hair. When I knew he was asleep, I let myself do the same. Tomorrow would be another day. I would most likely have to leave and let Jisung and May grieve, but for now, I could be with him. Hopefully, that was enough. 

Early the next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. Jisung’s covers were loosely wrapped around me and his window was cracked open, letting a strip of sunlight in. Slowly, I sat up and rubbed my head. It was quite unusual for him to be up this early. Well, it was quite unusual for me to be up this early, but it was like my body had a sensor for when he was gone. I pulled my phone from the table and started to text him.

The sound of the window opening caused my attention to turn. I froze as I saw Jisung climbing through the window. “What the fuck!” He froze when he saw me. My eyes widened, taking the sight in. Jisung was standing before me wearing a familiar red and blue suit, a mask in his hand. 

“Y/n, I can explain...”

Was Jisung Spiderman? Was my best friend Spiderman? Holy shit! “Okay explain!” He simply stared at me, eyes wide. His hand came to scratch the back of his neck. His eyes avoided mine as my arms crossed my chest. 

“Jisung, might I suggest explanation protocol #38 for Miss L/n?”

“Oh my God! Friday, shut up! You aren’t helping.”

I watched as Jisung said to the AI apparently in his suit before he tossed the mask onto his desk. “You have an explanation protocol for me?” The look on his face showed that he knew he was in trouble. 

“See the thing is...I’m not Spiderman-...” He stopped when I glared at him. “Okay, I am Spiderman. This is my internship with Mr.Stark.” Without hesitation, I got up from his bed and started slapping his arm.

“This doesn’t even hurt, does it? You have superstrength. Oh my god, I’m going to fucking murder you.” An aggravated sigh left my chest. “So this whole entire time you have been swinging around the city saving people and doing flips on buildings and I was none the wiser?” I said turning back to him.

“That was one time! But...yes.” He stood awkwardly in his own room. “Look, I’m sure you have a lot of questions.” He gulped when my stern gaze turned back on him. “So, anything you ask I’ll answer.” 

“Who else knows?”

“Mr. Stark, Happy- the guy who is my supervisor-, and Felix.”

“FELIX?”

He flinched as my voice raised. Taking a breath, I calmly sat back down on his bed. He watched as I crossed my legs and turned off the sound on my phone. No way was I gonna let my parents interrupt this conversation. “How did you become like...this...” I asked pointing to his clearly toned physique.

“At first I thought it was just like another puberty thing. But, like puberty doesn't make me shoot webs out of my hands. I think it was that spider from the lab.”

“So do-...are all your...bodily fluids...like...webs? Like do you shoot webs out of everywhere or-”

“You wanna find out?” Jisung said with a smirk, coming closer. I did not hesitate to slap him. 

“You couldn’t think of a better name though? Spiderman, really? You couldn’t come up with something more aggressive?”

“Well, I mean...like - spiders are cool, okay!”

I could tell he was uncomfortable. Usually, Jisung always stood up straight and had some sort of a smile or smirk on his face, but he was truly nervous. He watched me expectantly, waiting to answer whatever questions I asked next.

“So when you said you were away on a company retreat for the weekend. That was actually you who was fighting Captain America and all that shit in Prauge?”

“Yes.”

“When you left that night, did you go to the arms deal?”

“Yes.”

“So, it was you who saved me.”

“Your welcome.”

“Don’t push it.”

Nervously, he let out a laugh. No matter how many questions I asked...he was still my best friend. I was proud of him. He was doing so much good. Don’t get me wrong I was still very pissed at him for not telling me. “You owe me pizza at Tony’s for the rest of the fucking year.” A sigh of relief left his chest and he wrapped me in a hug. 

“That’s fine by me. I’m honestly surprised you didn’t ask about the whole crush thing.” I pulled away to see that fucking smirk on his mouth. “I think it’s cute you’re in love with me.” He tugged me closer to his body, gripping my waist.

“Who says I’m in love with you?”

“Me.”

“You’re an asshole- you say a lot of stupid shit.”

“I’m an asshole, not a liar. There’s a difference.”

My breath caught in my throat when I saw his eyes glance down to my lips. I could practically feel my heartbeat pulsing through my entire body. It was true and he knew it. I was in love with him. “Well....what are you going do about it? Prick...” I said in a shaky breath. He let out a soft laugh, his eyes lighting up. 

“Kiss you....bitch.”

My heart went crazy as he pressed his lips to mine. Closing my eyes, I melted into his touch. This was definitely the craziest two days of my entire life. I never would have imagined I would have to comfort my best friend, find out he was a superhero running around New York, and then have him kiss me in his bedroom.

Jisung smiled as I kissed him back, draping my arms around his neck and threading my fingers through his blonde hair. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought kissing Jisung would be like this. Without his mouth leaving mine he pushed me up against the wall of his bedroom. He sighed when my teeth caught his bottom lip.

“Fuck...do you know how long I’ve thought about this?” He asked before returning to my lips. 

“Kissing me?”

“To be honest I’ve been thinking about more than that since I was thirteen.”

Ignoring my scoff, Jisung continued to attack my lips like he had found water for the first time after walking in a desert. His hands slid under my legs, making me shriek when he picked me up. In one swift motion, he turned around and threw me onto his bed, before hovering over me. “I love you,” He whispered, before placing a soft kiss on my lips. Slowly, he moved down to my neck, my hands running through his soft hair. Impatiently, I pulled him back to my lips. 

Our little makeout session was interrupted by the sound of Jisung’s phone ringing. He sighed and dropped his head onto my shoulder. “I have to get that,” He sighed and pushed himself off the bed, walking over to pick up his phone. My eyes couldn’t help but rake over him. Now, I could freely ogle how gorgeous his body was. I bit my lip, looking at the lines of his broad shoulders go down to his slim waist.

“Happy, now is not a good time.”

“Yes....among other things...” A blush flooded his cheeks as he looked back at me still laying on his bed. 

“Can’t Mr. Stark send someone else?”

“I’m not just going to up and leave.”

Getting bored, I got up and wrapped my arms around him. He tried to look over at me, but I just buried my face in his chest. Patiently, I waited for him to finished the call with Happy. Finally, he threw the phone onto his bed and kissed me again. “Do you have to go?” I asked against his lips. He pulled away another smirk filling his face.

“You want to go to Berlin for a week?”

“What?”

“Mr. Stark needs me in Berlin. Something about S.H.I.E.L.D and an Avenger thing. But, there is no way May will let me go. Especially after yesterday.”

“Why am I going?”

“Happy said I could take you with me, you know to convince May to let me go.”

I laughed and kissed him again. “Sure. I’ll go to Berlin with you.” He laughed and spun me around the room. “However, you are gonna be the one to tell my dad that we are going alone with no chaperone to a country where the drinking age is sixteen.” 

“Fuck.”

“Good luck, Ji.”

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