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smallcrystals · 3 years

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I had written so much and then i fucking lost it all nooooooooooo.

Welp, gotta rewrite it. Here are my sibs, be warned, there’s a lot here. Also, apologies for subjecting you to my handwriting.

Morning star (eldest, top left)

Mid-late twenties

Likes historical weaponry and combat. she ‘s a big nerd, who used to larp and enjoys things like tabletop and renaissance fairs and fantasy stuff (she also sort of inspired a dnd hobby in flash)

Amputee

She has adhd (they all do) which was inherited from their dad.

She likes jazz

She was in the air force for a while doing mechanics and maintenance. She ended up losing an arm and a leg in an engine accident due to someone else’s neglect of procedure. She got a medical discharge and ended up not getting a lot of benefits she was kind of promised (cause ‘merica). She depends on vet aid for a lot of her expenses but it’s still not nearly enough (cause ‘merica), and she is bitter.

She used to be a huge social butterfly, very much the Prep/jock leader type. She’s more jaded and a lot more tired now, but she still very much likes people when she has the energy.

She likes making morbid jokes. Her: “Damn that sounds like it’ll cost you an arm and a leg,” Everyone: *sweating*. She lives for their discomfort.

She still lives with her family for convenience, and now a days she’s doing college online.

Tol lady

Frizzy hair

V protective

Militant march (second oldest, top right.)

A year or two older than flash

I got his design from the scene in friendship games where the band comes on

Speaking of, Band Geek. he’s in percussion, he is percussion dad. He has extra sheet music and the freshmen are his kids

Also plays classical piano

He has inattentive type adhd, which he deals with by doubling down on organization.

His bullet journal is pristine. He has…so many sticky notes. So many. On his desk, on his door, stuck on the walls, covering the bathroom mirror, so many. He has a set of alarms, and he keeps a calendar.

Does like ~awarness~ exercises to deal with zoning out and getting lost in thought (which he does a lot)

He doesn’t want to deal with forgetting stuff he so just. Carries everything. Everywhere.

If you mess with his schedule he will panic. Please arrange hangouts with at least like, 3 days notice pls, he doesn’t do well with spontaneity

He’s a good student. He’s also good to his teachers, he brings in apples and coffee, he volunteers to help them retrieve things and with grading, and he’s generally very agreeable. He usually also establishes a relationship with them because he needs to communicate his needs when it comes to ADHD accommodations.

On the flip side, if a teacher ignores his disability accommodations or his county plan or is an asshole about it, he doesn’t tolerate it. He will lawyer on it, he will file with the school, he will go to admin and he will have you in litigation from your toes up to your teeth. God forbid you are a shitty sub.

Petty but like, quietly.

Whenever people get up to nonsense he’s just like: sips tea

Otherwise, he’s a soft boi. Accommodating, patient, and polite. Wears cable knit sweaters and polo shirts.

Uppercut (lower left, second youngest)

She boxes! She also wants to get into mma. Very scrappy gal

She’s in like, 7th or 8th grade

Despite her jockness, she still very much dresses femininely. She likes skater skirts and e-girl stuff.

Flash: “she’s my little sister and I love her. She’s also a demon from hell sent to kill me via stress attack,”

Mischievous. She likes to prank people, she likes to sass her brothers and she is a mythic troll to her family (and others)

Also pretty internet savvy. She’s on a lot of different forms and boards. She also uses VPNs, AdBlock, data protectors, and the like.

She likes making video edits and amvs.

She is a menace, and sometimes gets up to dangerous and/or questionable things, like trolling alt-right message boards or baiting people into saying creepy or incriminating stuff so she can report or blackmail them

She’s on reddit

G a m e r

She also floods bigoted tags with things like memes and fancams to clog them.

She has catfished people before. Usually incels and 4channers. She has some weird sense of vigilantism, and also finds it funny. It’s never anything serious (like having someone think they’re in a serious relationship) but she has gotten people to get her stuff like steam games b4.

Flash was not pleased when figured this out and he’s sort of constantly worried somethings going to happen. One time she did something that especially freaked him out and he got Microchip to install parental controls on her computer for like a month.

On the less worrying side of things, she runs fan blogs and likes tiktok. Normal fandom stuff.

Her room has colored LED lights.

I like to think flash give her the jacket he wore in the first 3 movies once he got his makeover.

Hyperactive adhd! She has a fidget spinner, but she only got one after it became “cringy”. She hyper focuses All The Time. Does the leg bounce, and gets a lot of energy out through her boxing. Her computer is super organized, her room is an absolute mess.

First base (youngest, bottom right.)

He’s like, 10-12.

Baeby. He baeby.

He’s the little colt in a couple of the cmc episodes, im pretty sure everyone decided he’s flash’s brother and so have i.

Combined type adhd. He is a very hyper boy. He’s constantly fidgeting or moving in his seat or dancing in place.

It would annoy his teachers if he weren’t so polite.

He plays baseball!

He also really likes flowers, especially yellow ones, and especially especially yellow roses, dandelions, and marigolds

He tucks dandelions into his shoelaces a lot.

He’s also very friendly and upbeat, as well as surprisingly emotionally mature. He’s very in touch with his feelings and very good at sensing how other people feel.

Plays ukelele, flash taught him. First painted flowers on it

He has this giant frizzy fluffy mass of hair, so he has some clips and barrettes he uses to keep it out of his face sometimes. He also sometimes wears headbands.

Yellow is his favorite color.

He dresses literally however he wants, including stuff like skirts. he‘s very fond of sweater dresses when it’s cold.

Him and flash are very close. Flash basically acts like he’s his momma, and he will extend that nurturing to First base’s close friends.

He’s also just an absolute magpie. He collects a ton of things from cool rocks to random shiny stuff to hairpins he finds. He always most have pockets for this reason. He also always has scrunches and hair ties on his wrist even though he doesn’t use them, in case anyone needs to borrow one.

Also keeps fun bandaids in case anyone needs one.

Did i mention he baeby? He baeby.

HOL Y FUCK

hi mum i love them all

you really went so in depth with them and i love it!! they’re so interesting to read abt and i love their designs!! i’m pretty sure most people took first base as flash’s younger brother sdjkfd but i’m glad i’m not the only one who hcs flash being one of the middle siblings!!

i love them sm and thanks for sharing them w me! 🥺

#flash sentry #ocs #submission #AAAAA

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mendespideys · 4 years

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hotel lobby | s.m.

pairing: reader x shawn mendes

summary: a broken ac unit leads to a sleepless night and a potential friendship

a/n: inspired by these photos of shawn in his pjs because they make me soft :’))

p.s. i’m reposting this on here, but you might have already read it on my other blog (sunsetspidey)

Your eyes fluttered open only to be met by darkness, the red numbers on the bedside clock eliciting only a dim light. Once your eyes had had enough time to adjust, you fumbled around for your phone, already knowing that the clock provided would be off. Your fingers finally collided with the silicone phone case and you turned over on your side to avoid pulling at the charger cord. An exasperated groan left your lips as your screen lit up, realizing it was no more than 2:13 in the morning.

In any other circumstance, you would turn around and welcome the sleepiness making your brain hazey. That was the problem, though: you weren’t able to sleep. The air conditioning unit appeared to be stuck on 68° degrees. You had realized as much before going to bed, but knowing you had to be up in the morning for a meeting, you had decided to push through it. That seemed to be a mistake.

You had been tossing and turning, eventually having to change into leggings and a hoodie, realizing the tank top and shorts weren’t a sufficient source of warmth. Your body was almost rigid as you tossed the white covers aside, stumbling your way out of the twin-sized bed. Snatching your phone and keycard from the small nightstand, you shove both items in the pocket of your hoodie before trudging over to the door.

Your frustration was growing by the minute. You had to wait for three elevators until you had finally been able to squeeze into the fourth one. The rumor about New York appeared to be true, you determined, the city never slept. Even at almost two-thirty in the morning, the hotel guests were bustling about. You usually wouldn’t mind, but your patience was slimming by the second. A cocktail of sweat, alcohol, and perfume engulfed the elevator and you let out a breath of relief as it came to a halt on the main floor.

The remaining people stumbled out with you, almost knocking you over. You bit your tongue to avoid saying anything because you didn’t want to start something you didn’t have the energy to finish. The small group quickly headed toward the exit, their giggles and slurred words fading as they neared it. Huffing, you shoved your hands into the pouch on your stomach, your fingers mindlessly fiddling with the edge of your keycard as you made your way toward the front desk.

The Filipino man (you knew because you had talked to him earlier) smiled as you reached the desk, holding up his finger to signal he would finish on the phone soon. You just nodded, shutting your eyes for a few seconds in an attempt to appear more awake. Shifting your weight from one leg to the other, you glance out at the busy city, the receptionist’s conversation merely background noise. As he bid his goodbyes, you returned your attention to him, trying your best to muster a polite smile.

“Hi! Uh, the AC unit in my room isn’t working right. It’s stuck on 68 degrees for some reason. I thought I’d be able to sleep through it, but I’m here now, so I guess not.”

“I am so sorry, miss,” he apologized, the customer service tone dripping through from voice. His fingers immediately moved along the keyboard and he hummed as he glanced at the monitor in front of him. “It appears we don’t have any single rooms available at the moment. I sincerely apologize. We do have a few double ones, but that would require an upgrade or I could call maintenance and they should be able to fix it within a few hours.”

“A few hours?” the disbelief seeped through and you can’t be bothered to disguise it. “This is a mistake made from your side and you’re making me pay an upgrade fee to fix it?”

“I apologize, ma'am, but that is our policy.”

A loud exhale escaped you and you shook your head, too tired to argue. That didn’t mean you’d come back tomorrow with a prepared speech, though. You wrack your brain for the best possible option, but seeing as your job was paying for your stay, you decided against the upgrade. Waving your hand dismissively, you let him know you would go back to your room and endure the rest of the night in the freezing hellhole. There had to be some spare blankets in there somewhere, right?

You turned on your heel, stalking away, fueled by anger and frustration. You didn’t get very far, however, your enraged marching getting interrupted as you collide with a hard surface. A hushed curse word leaves your mouth as you stumbled backward, your hands frantically fumbling for something to hold on to so you can steady yourself. Your fingers wrapped around whatever they could find and it didn’t take you long to realize it was someone’s arm. Once your balance was returned, you quickly let go and glanced up at whoever you had run into.

A pair of brown eyes met yours and you immediately recognized the worry pooling within them. Clearing your throat, you took a step back, shooting the stranger a sheepish smile. A small chuckle fell from the man’s lips as he, too, smiled. Your eyes scrambled across his tall figure, taking in his features. He had his hood pulled over his head, but there were a few curls poking out and you stopped yourself before you imagined how it would be to run your hands through them. Your gaze flickered down toward the floor, noticing his green plaid pajama pants. You were probably keeping him from going to sleep. Tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt, you met his eyes again, ready to apologize.

“I am so sorry! I, uh, I was mad and I totally wasn’t looking.”

“No worries. Are you alright?” There was a slight roughness to his voice, but it sounds beautiful nonetheless. You nodded quickly and he continued, “I heard what happened. With the, uh, AC and stuff. I’m really sorry.”

You shrugged, trying not to roll your eyes at the whole ordeal. “It’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure I’ll be able to suffer through the rest of the night.”

“You shouldn’t have to, though. I’ll leave them a bad Yelp review on your behalf.”

His statement elicited a laugh from you and he smiled, apparently pleased he had been able to do so. His smile was gentle, but there was a playfulness hiding behind it that a part of you wanted to explore further. Just then, you noticed the steaming paper cup in his hand and you found yourself wondering how he had been able to balance it while trying to prevent you from falling. You had to give it to him; he had some impressive skills. Bringing the cup up to his lips, he took a small sip, his eyes trained on you above the rim of the mug. You averted your gaze, knowing how easily you would get lost in his eyes, and instead fixated on his bobbing Adam’s apple.

“Oh, trust me, I’ll come back in the morning and leave a review in person. I just don’t have the energy right now and I don’t wanna half-ass it.”

“Let me know if you need backup,” he offered quickly, seemingly catching himself before elaborating, “even though I’m sure you won’t need it.”

You wanted to say that you did - that you could use all the help you could get - but you knew that you were perfectly capable of complaining and demanding a refund by yourself. It would have been a nice excuse to see him again, though. You knew he would leave any minute and you would more than likely never see him again. Despite barely meeting him, the thought of never seeing him again was gnawing at the back of your mind. It was ridiculous, at least that’s what you tried telling yourself, but your mind didn’t seem to be listening.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” you said quietly, desperate to keep the conversation going. “What are you doing up?”

“Oh, uh, I just got back to the hotel a little over an hour ago and I’m too energetic to fall asleep,” he explained quietly, ending with a shrug of his shoulders.

“The coffee probably won’t help.”

“You’re probably right,” he chuckled, pursing his lips together. “Still addictive though.”

It was your turn to shrug this time. “Debatable.”

“You don’t like coffee?” His question sounded more like an accusation and you quirked an eyebrow.

“Not my first drink of choice, no. It’s tolerable.”

“Deal breaker right there,” he exclaimed softly, shaking his head. “That settled it. We can’t be friends.”

“Who said I wanted to be your friend, anyway?” you joked, but as his face fell slightly, you nudged his arm gently. “I’m joking.”

The right corner of his mouth twitched and he huffed quietly. If you hadn’t known better, you’d say your joke had upset him. That was stupid, though, because you didn’t know him and you were no expert at reading body language. Still, there was something about the weight he shifted his weight from one leg to another and how quickly his eyes had stopped sparkling that told you otherwise. He seemed genuine enough and he had already made you laugh more than once, so being friends with him didn’t seem all that bad.

You had met your fair share of guys throughout your life, but he gave off a different impression. He was also incredibly attractive, which was undeniable. Even in the dim light illuminating the lobby, the features of his face were breathtaking. You could only imagine how stunning his eyes were in the sunlight and you tried to ignore the burst of disappointment when you realized you would never get to experience it. His jawline was sharp, you had noticed as he kept throwing quick glances out the front windows. You didn’t want to ask why, assuming it was a habit of some sort. You had your fair share of those, too.

“I guess I can look past you not liking coffee,” he admitted, about to say something else when something interrupted him from doing so. He effortlessly fished his phone out from the pocket of his plaid pants, his eyes tracing the notification he had apparently gotten. His jaw tensed momentarily and you assumed it was something he wasn’t expecting or didn’t want to see. “Sorry.”

His apology was muffled but you quickly dismissed it, letting him know it was alright. You observed him quietly as he shoved his phone back into his pocket before briefly looking out the windows again. When he looked back toward you, you were already looking at him and you didn’t bother hiding the fact that you had been studying him. A small smirk made its way to his lips and if you had known him better, you would have slapped his arm to wipe it off his face.

You could imagine it and it was almost scary how easy it was to do so. Being friends with him, that is. Or possibly more, you thought, but tossed away the idea instantly. Holding a conversation with him was effortless and although you had barely talked, it appeared he was a good listener. Maybe that was just a vibe he gave off, but a part of you really wanted to find out. A yawn that you were unable to suppress escaped you and he offered you a soft smile, the corner of his eyes twinkling.

“Okay, well, I should head back to bed, I guess. Again, I’m so sorry for running into you like that,” you trailed off as you extended your hand, hinting toward wanting to catch his name, which you had yet to hear.

He hesitated momentarily before slightly nodding his head as if telling himself it would okay. “Shawn.”

It would have been a lie if you said you didn’t feel the tingle running up your arm as he placed his hand in yours to shake it. You couldn’t quite place what it was, but you stopped yourself before your mind could wander off and explore the various possibilities. He was a random man in a hotel, for Christ’s sake. It wasn’t like he was your soulmate and, besides, it was more than likely your sleep-deprived mind playing tricks on you.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated and the way your name sounded as it fell from his lips was enough to make your cheeks heat ever-so-slightly. He chuckled, bringing his hand up to rub his neck and you noticed a vaguely familiar swallow tattoo as he did. “It was nice, uh, of you to run into me? I mean, it was nice to meet you.”

You nodded quickly. “I guess my clumsiness was finally good for something. It was nice meeting you, too, Shawn. I would say ‘see you tomorrow’, but I doubt it. If I don’t sleep through my alarm, I’ll be at a meeting at 10am. I don’t know why I told you that and now I’m rambling, so…”

“’s a cute ramble, though, not a crazy one,” Shawn informed and if you hadn’t still been cold from the AC, you probably would have blushed. “Goodnight, Y/N. Have fun at your meeting.”

You reluctantly bid your goodbyes. With any other almost-stranger, it would have been incredibly awkward, but Shawn made you feel like you could say or do anything and he wouldn’t care. Maybe that was another reason you were so attracted to him; he made you feel secure and important. He definitely wasn’t like most guys you had run into before. Briefly, the bright idea of asking for his number crosses your mind, but you push it away. If he was hesitant about giving you his name, he definitely wouldn’t give you his phone number. You weren’t brave enough to ask, anyway.

You could feel his eyes on you as you made your way back toward the elevators. There were a few other people in the lobby, but you knew he was looking at you. As if to confirm your hunch, you threw a quick glance over your shoulder before you can stop yourself. His eyes met yours, proving your point, and he tossed his coffee cup in a nearby trash can. Your fingers mindlessly found the button and you waited impatiently, using every ounce of willpower not to turn around again. The descending elevator came to a halt, the familiar bell sound echoing as the doors opened. As you’re about to step inside, his familiar voice calling your name stopped you.

“What’s your room number?” he asked once you looked at him over your shoulder. “You know, so I can leave a bad review.”

His lips stretched into a smile that is too innocent for you not to return. The elevator doors began closing and you reached your hand out to stop them. Your mind filled with alarming thoughts about not knowing him, but you quickly pushed them away to let the curious ones take over. There was a feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you that you could trust him. Ignoring the fact that he didn’t necessarily need your room number to leave the review, you stepped into the elevator.

“402.”

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willowstream-hp · 4 years

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hehe I did another one

I DID ANOTHER ONE I AM ON FIRE WOW.

This time, however, no weapons. Well, I guess weapons against dust and rust and damages done to the ship? These are Cleo’s SpiderBots! I read of the concepts in one of @martuzzio ‘s asks and I just. It was mine. I wanted to design it.

Now, as always, these designs are for the Space Outlaws AU by Marzo. So idk, you can use it for stuff and headcanons if you like, but please do tag and credit me!

Now let’s get on with it ;3

SpiderBot Functionality

These bots were designed by Cleo herself to help out around the ship with repairs, cleaning and who knows, they could probably help Beef in the kitchen. They are designed to be able to get around basically anywhere and in any conditions. For this reason they are occasionally used as scouter bots, though those types are usually smaller than the main ones. There are sensors on the bot’s “head” that pick up signals sent from the control device (more on the Crown later) and then these send the signal to the main body of the spider where it is quickly processed and sent to the corresponding limbs, similar to how the brain works. The bots get their power from high-tech energy capsules (referred to as batteries in the diagram), and the bulk of the processing technology for commands is underneath the battery capsule in the abdomen and inside the main body. There is also a small coil of wire that functions as a safety rope for spiderbots to drop from the ceiling, and also to latch onto metal surfaces using a magnet, and other surfaces with the suction cup on top of the magnet. More specific info on how grappling hooks work can be found in the shock collar grappling hook gun (wow a mouthful) that I designed for Ren The Control Crown

This crown is VERY high technology here. It reads and processes brainwaves, encoding clear commands and broadcasting the signal in a special code only the spiderbots can unscramble and act upon. These brainwave encoding devices are VERY sensitive to variations in the command, and so one must think the command as hard as they possibly can. The Crown is engineered to only pick up loud thoughts, so if Cleo was in danger and her brain sent out a distress call, the spiderbots would automatically come to her aid. This also sets the problem that the command has to be clear and purposeful. However, it was the best course of action in order to avoid every thought being processed by the bots, which would be a catastrophe. When the crown is not attached to the forehead, then the bots default to their basic code, which is to patrol the ship and search for irregularities and damages done to the ship. They can withstand all conditions, and some can even be found crawling along the outside of the ship in search for damages to the hull.

Extra Notes:

- The bots DO have their own will of sorts. Their default code is still what they will follow because it is their purpose, but they do have the ability to help one another and can occasionally be seen just hanging around when they don’t have anything to do. Essentially, they do what they were made to do, but they do infact have the ability to ignore this code for something more important, say one of their fellows is injured, or one of the Hermits seems to be in trouble. They are, however, perfectly happy to be the cleaning and maintenance crew, and the Hermits like to give them a helpful hand in reaching tight spaces or tricky ledges.

- To be clear, they do not have concrete emotions. They can recognize emotions, but they themselves aren't, how do I put it. They aren’t exactly alive. They have a sense of care for the Hermits, and as the Hermits help them do their job, they help the Hermits with their “job”. So yes they can respond to a panicked call for help or if one if their fellows gets in a sticky situation.

- Jevin cannot, in fact, digest them if he absorbs them. The metal they are made of is highly durable and around the same quality of that which contains the end crystal engines, so it can resist extreme temperatures, energy waves, plasma and, well, digestive slime. So they do occasionally hitch a ride. Jevin claims it tickles, as the spiderbots like to try and swim around in his body by flailing their little legs.

- They come in two different sizes, the maintenance and the scout bots. There are more maintenance bots (around 10-15 no one is really sure other than Cleo herself), while there are only around 3-5 of the scout bots. Their original purpose was not for scouting, but Cleo made some extra small ones as an experiment and realized they would make great little spies or scouts.

thank you for being a great person and sticking to the end. That was long. And boring. I know. I cant really make descriptions interesting I appologize. Now THIS ONE was definitely a very long one, as the technology in moving and active and technically thinking metal spider like creatures is very different from load pull trigger pew pew but kinda cool guns. It’s very different and this was QUITE a bit harder to figure out as well.

AHHHH EDIT EDIT EDIT: I FORGOT TO MENTION SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT OOPSIES. The scout bots are hooked up to cameras inside Cleo’s visor so she can see where they go. They do not talk. As always: Questions about this design, my other designs, or even advice/requests for weapons, tech, and more sci-fi related designs are MORE THAN WELCOME in my ask blog. Do not be shy I’d love to help someone out with a design. That’s how I got into doing this, after all.

HOPE YOU LIKE IT MARZO. This one was w H A C K 🕷 🕷 🤖 🤖

#space outlaws design dump #spiderbots #i actually feel attached to these lil dudes #like #kinda cute ngl #they are baby bots and they are helpful and like their purpose #my designs

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bits-bobs-and-barnes · 5 years

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Intention to Harm {Quentin Beck x Stark!Reader}

This is the second part to Corrupted Heart, read the first part here!

{Author’s Note: I had a bit of trouble working out where I wanted this to go, I hope you all enjoy! If you liked it, make sure to like and reblog-- it means the world to me and it helps my blog! I read every comment, and I’d love to hear what you think! Send me an ask if you’d like to be added to the tag list, or just to say hi!}

Warnings: implied threats of violence, language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of kidnapping, fingering, sexual content, questionable consent

Tags: @cat1212 @httphiddlestan @aquahogcodes @jilldsumner @babycolaa @eleventhdoctorsangel @qtmeryr @plumsfrombucharest @queen-disera-the-fifth @chonisberonica @legendsaresooftenwarnings

The engine trembled, the only relief from the silence of the empty street. It was a far departure from Time Square, far from the ivory towers that made up your father’s kingdom-- you were down in the mud now, the dirty streets, the parts of New York you’d been taught to avoid.

Quentin’s mind was spinning as he observed your palpable fear, saw you shivering in the cold night, your breath appearing in front of your lips in soft pants. “Get up on the hood,” he ordered, stepping forward and encouraging the movement with firm hands.

The metal was hot to the touch, almost painfully so, but you followed the command without a word of dissent. You were worried his thin psyche would snap, he already seemed to be teetering on the edge of some psychotic break.

His hands followed his eyes in a slow trail up your exposed thigh, his expression neutral, testing almost. “I thought, for just a second, that you were better than him,” his voice shook with untapped anger, “but the apple doesn’t fall far from the fucking tree!” He slapped the hood next to you, and grinned as you squeaked and jumped with fright.

You were frozen in place, staring at him with wide eyes, withdrawn ever so slightly to keep him at a distance. “Please,” the word left your lips in a choked out whisper, “he’ll pay you whatever you want,” you offered, racking your brain to find something to tide over the psychopath in front of you. “Anything.”

His expression parted for an amused smile, his hand sliding further up your inner thigh and reaching the barrier of cloth. “No, he won’t,” he shook his head, pinching the soft fabric between his fingers. “Daddy’s money won’t solve everything, Y/N.” He sounded chiding, disapproving, but the smile stayed in place. “You’ll have to pay for this yourself.” His hand dropped to his belt, but his eyes stayed locked on you.

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Tony was shit-faced.

Celebrating a successful mission with a toast... and then another... and then a third. They’d saved the world, again, so why not enjoy it for once?

Steve on his left, and Barnes on his right, Tony stumbled up the steps to Stark Tower, groaning to himself as he blinked away a bout of dizziness. Even for him, this was excessive-- he vowed not to do shots with Bucky again-- the Super-Soldier took the booze without issue.

The night security guard, Reynolds, waved them in and looked over the drooping billionaire with a halfhearted sigh.

“Anything happen while we were gone?” Steve asked patiently, helping Tony over to the elevator. “Anyone come by?”

Reynolds thought for a minute. “A guy came by to pick up his stuff, but he must’ve used the back exit, he never came down,” he shrugged. “He had low security clearance, I don’t think it was anything special.”

Tony grunted with acknowledgement, vaguely remembering something about a former employee coming by tonight, but incoherent enough to avoid forming a sentence explaining that.

Steve gently eased Tony forward into the steel-walled elevator, turning to press the button and discovering something affixed to the wall. His brow furrowed, and he glanced over to Tony, before rolling his eyes and turning to Bucky. “You recognize this?”

Bucky shrugged. “Wasn’t here when we left. Maybe maintenance?” He offered, reaching out to give it a tug. It was attached with cheap adhesive, and was crudely made to look like a cellphone. He prodded at the device as the elevator zoomed upwards. “It would be a better question for him,” he inclined his head towards Stark, handing the thing back over to Steve. “Leave it on his desk?”

“Give it here,” Tony slurred, reaching out a hand, and snatching the device with unexpected speed. He stared and swayed, examining the ‘phone’ with arrogance. “It’s an EMP, and a crappy one by the looks of it,” he thrust it forward with confidence. “Probably made by that guy who came in earlier.”

Steve and Bucky exchanged a glance. No-one was here, they had all been at the nightclub... so what was the objective of tampering with some elevator buttons? If someone was trying to steal something...

Tension grew thick as the elevator approached its destination, and Bucky slid out first, silently sweeping the room and snagging the handgun above the sink. It was there for emergencies, and if someone was in the Tower, that constituted as an emergency.

Steve was more direct, turning to Tony, “hang tight for a minute, there might be someone in the apartments.” He instructed quietly, stepping out and nodding to Bucky, moving towards the long hallway of doors where most of the Avengers slept.

Tony, however, wasn’t content with staying put and stumbled out of the elevator-- making an obscene amount of noise as he bumped into decor, and tried to follow the two sleuth. “Y/N!” He called, only a few steps behind Steve. “Y/N, are you up?”

Bucky whirled around and gave Tony a furious glare as whatever cover they had was blown. But... his rage was quickly sapped at the lack of response. It was still here, entirely silent. He could hear the soft hum of the air-conditioner, and nothing else. He gave Steve a worried glance, and drew further forward, glancing at each closed door until he neared yours-- which was open.

///

Quinten watched you analyze the situation, no doubt wondering if you could outrun him or call for help, and carefully began to undo his belt.

Your shoulders sagged with resignation, and you crossed your arms, looking off towards the curb as you heard the soft clink of his belt coming undone. To any passerbys, it would look like a typical couple fooling around in on the side of the road, maybe you’d get lucky and someone would call the cops. “Can we at least... go to the backseat?”

His expression broke into a small grin, a soft laugh bubbling past his lips. “Feeling shy?” He inquired, making a show of looking around the abandoned street, and looking back to you when he was done.

You didn’t rise to his jabs, hearing your blood rush to your ears. “Please?” You asked softly, lifting your eyes to meet his.

He weighed the choice, allowing you to agonize a moment more, before offering a hand. His expression was coldly apathetic. “It doesn’t matter to me,” he concluded, not allowing a crack of doubt to show through his mask. “After you.”

You swallowed, and accepted the offered hand, feeling the warmth of his hand in yours as he nudged you toward the backseat of your precious vehicle. Pretend its not real, you reasoned. Pretend like your back at home, in bed, and this is all just a dream. You opened the door, and watched the car flood with light, the backseat laid out before you, impeccably clean leather seats inviting debutantes and billionaires-- not the man who lingered behind you.

His free hand drifted to the small of your back, questioning your hesitation.

You recoiled from his touch, drawing a soft breath through your nose, and carefully climbing into the back, on your hands and knees. Your heart was pounding with trepidation, and you watched your reflection in the glass of the window.

Beck let his eyes drift over the barely decent shorts, and the slight stripe of skin revealed by your night-shirt, considering his next move. He placed his hands gingerly over your hips, testing the waters, and pulling you closer to him.

You hated yourself for enjoying his authoritative grip, and restrained a shiver as his eyes raked over your pajamas. No. You were not enjoying this. No way in hell. You forced yourself to focus on one of the seams of the leather seats.

His fingers curled over the elastic waistband of your shorts, quickly pulling them over your rear and exposing the flesh. He ignored your gasp, and began to carefully caress the soft skin with his hands, eyes exploring every depraved inch. “You got a boyfriend?” He asked, thumb swiping up your now exposed slit, examining the glisten on his fingers with an air of amusement.

“What?” You asked, freezing when you felt the sharp movements of his digits.

“Wondering just how long its been,” he justified, “considering just how wet you are.” He said this with a smugness, repeating the motion, his thumb pausing at the crest of the movement. “You’re into this?” He asked, glad that your fear had given way for mild annoyance and denial.

“I’m not,” you snapped defensively, “obviously I’m not.” You struggled in his surprisingly tight grasp, trying to edge forward and away from him.

He held you in place with one firm hand, continuing to apply feather-light touches on the exposed skin of your core. “You don’t have to admit it,” he began to carefully probe into your heat with two experimental fingers, thumb brushing gentle circles on the exposed skin of your hip. “Because you want to know what I think?” He asked, sinking his fingers to the first knuckle, slowly and deliberately. “I think that part of you is fucking thrilled.” He hissed softly in your ear, bobbing the fingers and watching the slight quiver of your shoulders. “Finally, someone’s giving you the attention and not him.”

You bit down hard on your lip, willing yourself to silence any sound that came to your lips. You wouldn’t say a word, you vowed, fingernails digging into the expensive leather.

“You’re the perfect little daughter, always poised and prepared to clean up his mistakes,” the words were venom, finely mixed to strike at the heart of the matter. “But I think you go back to your room and pray that someone will knock down your ivory tower. Tell me,” he edged the fingers deeper, feeling your warmth envelop the digits, “am I wrong?”

You whimpered lightly, eyes squeezed shut. You could almost taste the blood in your mouth from your harshly bitten lip, but you didn’t break.

“You can pretend that you’re above this,” he pushed a little deeper, curling the ends of the fingers to elicit another soft gasp from those locked lips, “but you didn’t have to say yes.” His hand snaked around your hip and found that delicious bud of pleasure, focusing his efforts as he worked his fingers in unison. “Am I the hero you wanted?”

You tried to fight the warm feeling growing between your legs, tried to find the words to deny his accusations. A bubble of shame built in your chest, as you found, instead, that you lacked the will to pull away from the gratifying touch.

He increased his tempo, a smile turning up one corner of his mouth. “That’s what I thought,” he muttered, overflowing with arrogance. He continued these motions, occasionally nudging your thighs apart with his knee, indulging in each of the strangled moans that left your throat. He finished you off with a flourish, pulling his fingers free, and watching your arousal drip down your legs.

Your elbows buckled, and you slumped forward on the seat, your cheek resting against the cool leather. You could feel a lingering buzz throughout your body, your limbs heavy, and your mind sluggish.

Quentin reached down to retrieve his belt, tidying himself and cleaning your mess from his fingers. There. Now you wouldn’t run anymore. He closed the backseat door, and moved back to the driver’s seat, satisfied, and put the car in drive. He adjusted the rear-view mirror to keep an eye on you, and was satisfied to see you hadn’t twitched from your position. “Let’s go home,” he murmured softly, returning his eyes to the road.

#Quentin Beck #quentin beck imagine #quentin beck x reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #MCU #mcu fanfiction #mcu x reader

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kusunokihimea · 5 years

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[ OKAY SO here’s, like...a small (ha, like this will be short) PSA I honestly should have made a while back. Irony is I haven’t cuz I’m busy and just haven’t thought to!

Many of you have probably noticed my replies have been massively slowing down. And I’m really, really sorry for that. Really I am. And those of you who know me well know I have a very nasty habit of getting inspired for many different things, piling them all on, and then...crashing and burning because I really can’t handle the load I give myself

Which is...exactly what’s going on now ^^;

For those who don’t know, here’s a rundown of what I’ve had going on: this time of year I raise orphan baby cows for my dad’s cattle ranch. This year I ended up with four, and all pretty close together - both in terms of age, and in when I got them. And it has been...a JUGGLING act, lemme tell ya. Last year, they were MUCH more spread out, and the workload wasn’t nearly what it’s been this year. Granted, I’m reaching a point where things are slowing down a bit. But I won’t be done until at LEAST the middle of June. Possibly longer. Depends on my dad’s schedule.

In addition, I’ve got other things to do around our property. We’re rural, and have a lot of upkeep in our little place because animals and just...general maintenance. So I get pulled away for stuff like that, as well as just...life things. There’s also been a LOT to, uh...deal with in regards to my family this past year. Which I won’t go into, but it’s been a HUGE stress, and there’s been several severe incidents that shook me up recently. And for those who don’t know, I’m honestly very...fragile in regards to mental health. BUT that’s a whole other tangent!

So IRL is both busy and stressful as of late. And I’ve been stretching myself thin here, too. I’ve got one project that’s to write a drabble every. Single. Day. And I try to have an average of 1200 words. That’s a good chunk of writing, especially considering that I try to do more on top of it via RP. I’m also participating in the event I’m hosting over at @naruto-ocxcanon-ship-week. Which I’ve admittedly been working on in advanced because, again, I’m very busy. I just yesterday finished one piece, and have six to go. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to keep up with it.

And while that might not seem like much...to have to use muse to write every darn day for the drabble challenge is honestly really draining in my mood to write. I love doing it! But it also means I have all the less mojo to write RP. Add in this event, and I have even less. Add in how tired and stressed IRL has been making me, and uh...yeah. You can probably see why I’m slow.

THAT SAID, I’m NOT giving up this hobby, by any stretch. It’s my favorite thing in the world, and I love the community and my friends and the stories we tell. I just...want y’all to know that it’s not ALL I do, especially not for at least the next three weeks when it comes to major commitments. I’m doing my darndest to keep up but admittedly there’s been a lot of days where...I hardly do a thing on this blog, or on @hyuuchiha. And I feel awful. Just...please know I’m not ignoring anyone. I’m not bored. I’m not mad. I’m just...tired. And more than a little burnt out. But I PROMISE, once things slow down (and here’s hoping they do OTL), I’ll be back here more regularly. Admittedly I have even more things I’d like to pick up once these are done, but...I’m also learning to slow down and not pile on so much. As eager as I am to create in all these different ways...I’ve got my limits. Which I hate, but...that’s just how it is, aha~

Sooo, tl;dr: Sylvie’s busy and stressed irl, and overloading herself in writing. Should be back in better force in about three weeks when babies are done and ship weeks and yadda yadda yadda.

Thank you all for your patience and support. This community’s gotten me through a lot...it’ll get me through this <3 ]

#sylvie speaketh [ ooc ]#long post #sorry it's sappy and rambly #but hey #that's on brand for sylvie drake :'D

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WinterThunderIronShield

I just want you to know, I hate you guys for doing this to me. But I love this so (ugh) I reluctantly welcome another ship into the shenanigans that is my blog.

Enjoy :) ************** “We need to have a talk.” Tony ripped his sunglasses off his face, tossing them onto the couch and folded his arms over his chest.

Bucky, Thor and Steve all looked at each other guiltily, then up at Tony as innocently as possible.

“What's wrong, Tony?” Steve asked, dropping the recliner foot rest and leaning forward with a concerned look on his face. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, what's wrong?” Bucky quit stuffing his face with a sandwich and wiped his hands on his jeans. “You doing okay?”

“Anthony, surely you know you can tell us anything.” Thor offered, sitting up from where he’d been lying on the floor. “What is on your mind?”

“Oh no no no. Don't you act innocent with me!” Tony snapped. “The three of you have been conspiring against me and I am done with it.”

“I have no idea what you are referring---”

“Can it Rogers!” Tony pointed a finger at him. “You, Big and Blond, have been taking my t shirts and replacing them with ones that smell like you. I am starting to look homeless wearing your huge ass shirts all the time. And you, Dark and Scary--” he jabbed his finger at Bucky. “Have been moving everything in the kitchen up to the top shelves so I have to ask you for help every damn time I want to eat something.”

“That is utterly disgraceful.” Thor frowned. “Shame on the two of you.”

Tony whirled on him. “Oh no. No no no Thunderhead, don't get me started on you. You have been leaving Mjolnir places where I have to be just so I have to call for you to move her. And then usually you don't even move her, you just pick me up like a fucking cat and move me!”

“Like a cat?” Bucky muttered and Thor shrugged sheepishly. “Real smooth.”

“Not entirely like a cat, Anthony.” Thor protested. “I don't pick you up by your neck, I simply scoop you into my arms and carry you where you wish!”

“Stuff it!” Tony yelled. “Now I don't know why you guys are making life difficult for me, but it stops NOW. It’s not funny, it’s not cute, and if you don’t cut it out I will start doing terrible things to you. And since I have a bunch of money and a fairly serious lab, don’t you push my buttons because I am literally one bad lab accident from being a super villain.”

“Tony.” Steve coughed. “We aren't trying to make things difficult for you, we just want--”

“Um, we are trying to make it seem like---” Bucky hesitated. “I mean, we are only trying to--”

“You need us.” Thor said simply. “And if you need us, then the transition into a romantic relationship will be much easier on us all.”

Tony stared at him for a full minute, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he ground his teeth. “My brain just broke.” He said finally. “It's broken. I can't process this right now. You are telling me, you are telling me that you three giant dummies have been messing with me for weeks because you want to… you want to…. I can't even say it. I literally can't say it. My brain is broken. I'm going to go get a drink. You three stay away from me.” He turned and stomped away.

“Well. That didn't work out as well as I thought.” Steve muttered, and Bucky threw a piece of sandwich at him in annoyance.

“No, it totally didn't.”

“I don't understand.” Thor pondered. “If he needs us outside of the bedroom, why wouldn't that same principle apply inside the bedroom. It seems a fool proof plan.”

“Yeah, it totally did.”

They fell silent for a long time, each lost in their own thoughts.

“Boys.” Natasha’s voice interrupted the quiet, and she sounded like she was laughing. “Silly boys. So pretty and yet so dumb. Tony doesn't need anyone. Ever. Haven't you learned anything from living with him all these years?”

She sauntered into the room and lay out on the couch, all red hair and dangerous curves wrapped in leather and spandex. “You will have to seduce him. Appeal to his softer side. He certainly doesn't need you, so make him want you.”

“And what makes you think that will work?” Bucky challenged, folding his arms stubbornly. “What do you know about this sort of thing?”

“How do you think Clint got me?” Natasha replied with a lazy shrug. “Do you think it was by showing off? By inconveniencing me until I gave in? No. No no oh Clint.” she sighed happily, her green eyes fluttering closed. “Oh, he bought me flowers. Rubbed my feet after a long day. Braided my hair. When I came in from a mission, there would be a bath waiting. He even painted my toe nails once when I asked.”

Steve looked uncomfortable and Natasha laughed at him. “Stevie, being gentle and sweet with your lover is expected. Get used to it. Tony is high maintenance, he wants to be spoiled. And honestly if the three of you big goons can't handle that, you don't deserve him. I don't see how it will work with the three of you anyway, but I am definitely interested in this whole mess.”

“So…” Thor raised an eyebrow. “We will be wooing Anthony. Courting him.”

“Thunder-thighs gets it.” Natasha teased. “Pretty presents, sparkly things, compliments. Make him want you, and he will melt, I promise.”

“Nat?” Clint called for her and she sat up with a smile, “Ah. Speak of the devil! Hello, my love.”

“Hey.” Clint bent down and kissed her, long and sweet. “Can I get you something to eat? Do you need something to drink? Can I bring you anything a tall?”

“I am a little hungry.” Natasha admitted, looking pleased. “But can we eat here? My feet hurt and I don’t want to walk.”

“Oh come here, then.” Clint just lifted her right into his arms, kissing her nose. “I'll carry you wherever you want to go, baby.”

“My hero.” Nat said with a soft sigh and a giggle, and the two of them left without even acknowledging the other men.

“Maybe she has a point.” Bucky confessed. “I mean, Clint is head over heels for her, and Natasha is completely lost on him. Maybe we need to be soft and sweet and go to Tony, instead of waiting for him to come to us because we've basically made him depend on us for everything.

“So we will change how we are pursuing Anthony.” Thor decided and Steve nodded slowly.

“Alright. Making him want us. All of us.”

“Excellent.” Thor stood to his feet and lay a short kiss on Bucky's lips, then moved to Steve, cupping his jaw and kissing him as well. “Until tonight, my loves.”

“Bye Thor.”

“Bye honey.”

******************* Tony didn't say anything at first about the change in their behavior, but after a few days it was became too much to ignore.

First Thor, who looked up every morning and told Tony how beautiful he was, the softest smile ever on his face. The first few times Tony just stared and stammered, then he started blushing and smiling back.

Then Steve, who had taken to making Tony food and bringing it down to the lab and sitting with him while he ate. Tony had been pleasantly surprised initially, but now he asked FRIDAY where Steve was if he wasn't in the lab by about noon with lunch.

And Bucky, who started having flowers delivered to Tony's office, or down to the lab, or just to Tony's bedroom on a daily basis. Tony only had to comment on a particular color during his day, and the very next day flowers in that particular shade appeared near him.

It was ridiculous and cute and Tony thought he would actually die from all the sweetness.

And then the kissing started. Slowly at first, a brush against his cheek, a quick peck on his hair, just a little one on his forehead. Tony enjoyed the physical contact, enjoyed how close they had to get to him to kiss him. It was comfortable and easy and he grew used to it very quickly.

And then the guys turned it up a notch.

Bucky brought Tony flowers one morning and when Tony grinned up at him, Bucky bent and kissed him firmly, one hand curling around Tony's waist and holding him close.

“Oh!” Tony said in surprise, and Bucky ran light fingers through his hair before kissing him one more time and leaving without saying anything.

Tony felt like his lips were still tingling when Steve brought him lunch.

“Thanks honey.” Tony said automatically, and truth to be told, a little absentmindedly. “This looks great.”

“You look great.” Steve murmured and slid one hand around the back of his neck and pulled him close, sealing their mouths together in a long kiss, nipping lightly at Tony's bottom lip as he pulled away.

“Oh.” Tony knew his mouth was hanging open, but Steve didn't say anything else, just sat and ate his lunch just like he did every day, asking casual questions about what Tony was working on.

Later that same night, sometime after dinner, Tony was cutting into the cake Natasha had made, setting thick slices on plates and passing them out.

“Thor!” he called, raising his voice so the people in the living room could hear him. “Do you want some cake? It's chocolate!”

“Cake!” Thor boomed, and Tony could hear the other members of the team laughing as the Thunder God jumped to his feet and nearly ran to the kitchen. “I do enjoy cake, Anthony.”

“I know you do.” Tony grinned and handed him a big slice. “Enjoy.”

“I plan to.” Thor said, and Tony didn't even have time to think about why that seemed odd, because Thor just put the plate down and reached for him, thick arms winding around his waist and lips crashing together in a kiss that had Tony moaning against Thor's mouth.

“Oh my god.” Tony pulled away, eyes wide. “What in the---”

Thor's blue eyes were soft and loving, and Tony just shrugged and stood up on his toes, looping his arms around Thor's neck. “Kiss me again.” he demanded, and Thor obeyed instantly, lifting him right off his feet and onto the counter, moving between Tony's thighs and tilting his head back to kiss him thoroughly.

“Shit.” Tony breathed, and when Thor started to move away, his eyes flew open. “No wait-- oh, okay, this is good too.” he opened his arms eagerly for Steve, who had taken Thor's place between his legs.

“Tony.” Steve sighed. “Been waiting so long for this.”

Tony didn't have a chance to reply because now Steve was kissing him, and though it was completely different from Thor's, it was just as good. Slow and solid and perfect and Tony knew he was trembling when Steve finally lifted his head.

“Heya sweet thing.” Bucky grinned at him, sliding his left arm around Tony's waist then dropping lower to palm at his ass. “Come here.” He gave a little tug and Tony nearly slid off the counter, his legs instinctively circling Bucky's waist. “Mmm that's right.” Bucky encouraged, and then proceeded to kiss him absolutely senseless.

Natasha and Clint walked into the kitchen looking for more cake, but turned right back around and left, closing the door behind them.

No one noticed them at all.

****************

So it was pretty adorable, watching both the super soldiers, the God of Thunder and Tony try to navigate their relationship.

Feeding himself absolutely never happened anymore, because Thor took great pleasure in serving Tony his food bite by bite, stealing kisses in between, and licking drops of sauce of drink off Tony's lips. Tony didn't know if he ate more or less with this new arrangement, but it certainly took a lot longer to finish a meal.

Steve had gotten in the habit of carrying Tony places. He would walk right up behind Tony in the hallway and scoop him into his arms and carry him wherever he was going. Tony always protested of course, on principle, but it always took him a suspiciously long time to get anywhere after Steve had picked him up, and he always arrived with his hair looking decidedly more mussed, and his clothes somewhat askew.

Bucky never let Tony sit anywhere, as if every chair in the compound was suddenly unworthy. Tony never sat anywhere except Bucky's lap now, even in his lab as he worked. Bucky plopped Tony onto his lap and spent their time stroking gentle lines up Tony's thighs, or rubbing slow circles on his stomach. Tony could actually get work done like this, or at least he would if he didn't take every opportunity to wiggle on Bucky's lap, or to bend over to reach for things, which inevitably led to FRIDAY locking the doors of the lab until it was safe to enter again.

There was definitely a picture that Natasha had snapped one day of the four of them watching a movie, with Tony just stretched out over their laps, smiling contentedly while they all looked down at him adoringly.

Another movie night, Tony had his fingers in Thor's hair doing all sorts of intricate braids, while Steve braided Bucky's hair in a more sensible style. Then they switched, and Bucky and Thor spent nearly an hour scratching and massaging over Steve and Tony's scalps, tugging at their shorter hair lightly until Tony was moaning and arching his back so Thor would touch him more, and Steve and Bucky were already rolling around on the floor, grinding against each other and kissing.

FRIDAY just did everyone a favor and shut the doors to the living room for the rest of the night.

Of course, no one ever asked (even they all wanted to know) what happened in the new giant bed Tony had had specially made and delivered to his rooms. The walls were soundproofed so at least they didn't have to listen to it, but more mornings than not Tony was walking a little stiffly, which of course just led to Steve carrying him everywhere, and Thor feeding him extra carefully, and Bucky making him sit on his lap to keep anything (ahem) hard away from that cute little butt they were all so crazy about.

Tony was definitely a bottom, and the other three certainly looked like tops… but when they all emerged from their room in the morning they all looked equally fucked out, so no one really knew how that all worked. Nobody asked either.

No wait, that wasn't true.

One time, just once, Clint had sworn that Thor must have topped all of them all night long. After Tasha had cleaned up all the coffee she spit out, she demanded to know how the hell he would know something like that.

Clint had shrugged and pointed out that both the soldiers and Tony were sporting some pretty fantastic static hair and that every time they touched anything there was a spark.

Natasha had laughed until she had cried, and spent the rest of the day complementing Tony's suddenly over spiky hair.

Basically it was wonderful, and no one had ever seen Tony this happy. He just sort of floated through his day with a big smile on his face, and every time he turned around there was somebody tall and hot wanting to touch him or kiss him or do something for him.

After a few months, Natasha finally asked him, finally brought up the relationship as they sat snuggled together under a blanket watching Legally Blonde for the hundred thousandth time.

“Tony.” She said, elbowing him lightly. “What's the deal with the four of you?”

“No deal.” Tony shrugged. “We’re just all together.”

“Well who's the best in bed?”

“Well.” Tony thought for a minute. “Thor has the whole electricity thing going on which is amazing. Steve takes so much time with me, everything he does is incredible. And Bucky--” Tony shivered. “Bucky fucks like a porn star.”

Natasha cracked up laughing. “That didn't actually tell me anything. Who is the best? Like when you guys all get in bed, who is the absolute best.”

“Tony is.” Bucky interrupted and they both turned to look at him in surprise.

“Yeah. Tony is. Hands down.” Steve was right behind Bucky and sent Tony a fond smile.

“Anthony has the most sexual prowess.” Thor agreed. “With out a question.”

“Easily.” “So sexy.” “We are utterly hopeless without him.” “Blows my mind.” “Every single time, oh my god.”

“Come Anthony.” Thor bent down and lifted him from the couch. “We are tired. Come to bed.”

“Hey!” Natasha's hand shot out and smacked Thor's wrist. “Tony and I are hanging out. You guys can keep it in your pants for another hour.”

Thor narrowed his eyes and thunder literally boomed outside, but Tasha didn't back down.

“I said,” she snapped. “Tony and I are hanging out.”

Thor hesitated but finally put Tony down, promptly dropping onto the couch next to him to sit as close as he could. Bucky sat between Tony's legs on the floor, lifting them to rest over his big shoulders, and Steve settled into the space between Thor's knees, turned to he could rub his hand over Tony's thigh.

“You guys are the worst.” Natasha complained, but then she saw the grin on Tony's face and gave up. “But it's cute as hell.”

“It's cute as hell.” Tony agreed, and settled back into watch his movie.

“Hey baby.” Clint looked up in surprise when Natasha stormed into the room not fifteen minutes later. “I thought you and Tony were watching--”

“His boyfriends showed up.” She cried. “They lasted ten minutes before clothes were coming off! I mean honestly.”

“Sorry babe.” Clint put his book down and reached for her. “But isn't it nice to see Tony so happy.”

“No.” She sulked.

“Tasha.” He reprimanded and she rolled her eyes.

“Fine. It's completely wonderful to see him so happy.”

“Then settle down.” Clint kissed her. “And I'll paint your toenails.”

***************** ***************** Tony was still licking his fingers, wiping the mess from his face, grinning over at his boyfriends who were all at different levels of blissed out.

“I can't believe you guys got all jealous and possessive because I was hanging out with Tasha. What happens if you find out I've also been spending time with Stephen Strange?”

He burst out laughing when they were all over him in an instant, pressing him down to the carpet and laying heavy kisses all over his body.

“Yeah.” Tony chuckled inbetween kisses. “That's about what I thought.”

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onikabeauty · 7 years

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Starting University Guide

I feel like a Mum as I am kind of emotionally distraught so many of my followers are starting University this year! (when did you all get so big *sobs*?) A lot of requests have been about University related posts so I’ve been drafting this little post. There is so much to say and it sounds so boring but this is the best I could do without missing parts out- I hope I’ve addressed a lot of worries anyone starting University or at University might have- I also apologise for the lack of visuals but who really needs pictures-

My University Experience

I started blogging in October 2014, around the same time I started my first degree which I hated and consequently left a year later. I reapplied for a different course at a different institution and I have loved life a bit more everyday since. I didn’t want to do one of those typical university advice posts- and so I’m going to just address the questions I’ve received and include some things I think are important.

How to be ‘organised’?

Familiarise yourself with your Course, the structure, the assessments, the marking criteria and so on.

Make use of the Calendar App (or a real diary lol): I freelance whilst studying so my calendar is my life, I block out periods of time for preparatory work, for exercise, for nearly everything.

Do what you need to do today, today. This is self explanatory

Do not forget a pen. This is the shortest way I could say please ensure you have your sugar together, bring a pen, bring a notepad, do the prep work, put in your effort, you will feel organised, life will be easier, trust your girl on this.

What are your favourite Apps for University Life?

Unidays

NuNotes

IOS Calendar App

Outlook/Gmail App

IOS Notes App

IOS Voice Recording App

Where do you recommend buying stationary from + what do you carry?

I carry my laptop, a little notepad (ruled because I hate unruled paper), and my pencil case which has the usual pencil case stuff and post it notes.

I don’t like fancy stationary, I am a plain gal and hence love Wilko because it is cheap and all stationary works the same so who really cares.

I hate £1 stores so much. The refill pads are the shittest quality known to man why are they legally producing such bad quality paper.

Lectures

I ‘prepare’ for lectures by flipping through the lecture slides and materials the night before/morning of for about 30 secs whilst highlighting parts I think might be key. Tricky Topics: do more ‘preparing’ i.e. look at definitions on google, have a skim read over the topic

Note-taking- I like using my laptop, and I don’t write word for word what is being said just anything I haven’t heard before or noted in my reading/explanations of concepts. You will pick up your own technique in lecture through trial and error

You miss a point: ask ‘hi can you repeat that part for me again’ or ask a fellow peer ‘hi what did you just say’. Don’t look across their screen unless you know them otherwise you might encounter awkward i-message conversations they didn’t intend you to see.

You have missing parts: email your tutor ‘hi can you clarify x for me’ or ask someone else on your course ‘hi can I have a look at your lecture notes for this part’ or use your textbook/the world wide web and fill it in

Consolidate your lecture notes ASAP! I always do a little 10-point summary of each lecture, which helps so much when it comes to revision notes.

Reading

Keep up with your Reading. You need not use the University recommended textbooks if you don’t like them though!

Supplement your reading with a variety of other sources; the News, Youtube, Revision Sites and Guides.

My Method (I could not condense sorry):

(1) Pre Lecture/Workshop

(a) Underline Key Concepts (b) Skim Read (c) Annotate (you can draw cute flowcharts of processes if its easier!)

(2) Summarise in Note Form (Preferably Pen + Paper)- Note anything underlined, usually definitions!

(3) Post Lecture/Workshop

(a) Tutor has given you a better understanding of a topic, i.e. what is essential for you to learn and what you can probably ignore (b) Rewrite Notes concentrating on the Topics and Areas your Tutors put the most importance on. Go back in the Textbook for these points or use other Sources

(4) The process of skimming, summarising and prioritising the most important parts will actually help you learn the information better

Example (I got u)

The Set Reading: My Fenty Beauty Haul & First Impressions (here)

You’ve followed Step 1 & 2 so far, and have read about most products in the line and the brand ethos

Now at (3). You’ve had your workshop with Onika, and I have given you an hours presentation on the KILLAWAT Highlighter in Trophy Wife as well as a range of past question papers and exemplar essays specifically about the KILLAWATT Highlighters

At this point, you know it’s a good idea to have knowledge on some of the other products, the brand aims and ethos- but the focus you should keep (the one which will help you most in the exam) is on the KILLAWAT Highlighters, especially Trophy Wife

Back you go Home, to re-read my post concentrating on the KILLAWAT highlighter, and you may also refer to the Fenty Beauty website for more info on them if you’d like. You’ll make and probably need detailed notes on these highlighters only, and rough simple notes on everything else to give you a little context

And BAM, you have notes + understanding on important examinable things, without spending hours writing page after page of frivolous information.

Revision & Exam Success

I need not address the basics of ensuring you start your revision well in time, and use a method that’s good for you. Everyone’s way of learning differs really, I consolidate and summarise lecture and workshops as I go, and my course is staged so there are mock assessments every so often, and it is around these times, I make draft revision notes to be made pretty at the end of my teaching semester ready for revision.

‘Exam success’ is also an individual thing, but in most subjects I find three factors key to succeeding: practical application of knowledge. critical thinking and writing style. To improve I would try as many practice papers/essays (If possible ask a Tutor to mark them for you!), keep up to date with what is happening in the world (commercial and contemporary examples go down well in essays!), get yourself a little book on critical thinking techniques, read good books and improve your spelling/grammar.

Money

I am the worst spender ever- I tend to calculate all my regular outgoings (Travel, Amazon Prime, Phone Bill etc.) and keep them aside so I don’t spend them. If you have a Student Loan, I would completely make sure you do this.

Allocate yourself a ‘Fun’ Budget

Part Time Jobs: balancing work with your studies is difficult but achievable, the hours you can cope with depend on you entirely. I would steer away from weekday nightshifts- they don’t mix well with 9am starts.

You have a talent? Advertise it! Freelance Photography, Styling, Make Up Artistry etc.

CV Advice: I know a BOMB website that checks CV’s and co, when I remember the name I will update it here*

Debt: University is expensive, most will have a Tuition Fee Loan and a Student Maintenance Loan. A lot of Students also have arranged overdraft facilities and credit cards- I worked in Banking for a while and I stress it is important you have an ARRANGED overdraft and don’t fall into emergency borrowing with your Bank, as you probably will be charged and the impact on your credit score is not going to be very fun.

Similarly, a Credit Card is better for your Credit Score than an Overdraft, but if you are not sure you will be able to make regular payments as a Student. Do not get one.

Fashion/Style Tips

I am the Queen of Tamp Style, I live in sweatshirts, oversized knits and leggings so I cannot give any specific style tips

Use Student Discount & Buy Pricey Items during Sale Periods

My Favourite Stores: Missguided, ASOS, Massimo Dutti, Zara, & Other Stories, Primark, Topshop Petite + M&S. Also Karen Millen but this is a very premium brand.

Things can go wrong;

You can fall off the wagon as they say, once, twice or even 100 times. And it is frustrating, but it will be okay. Things can and do go wrong but so is life. Whether it is financial issues, family problems or you are just not feeling yourself anymore it is okay to take a step back and talk to somebody if you need to. A weakness of mine is the inability to consult others with my own problems- I never talk about them, but I’m a good listener, if you need to just write your feelings (I like doing this) feel free to use the #AskONI Box, we (me + my other readers) can offer our insights.

Final Notes

I think we are done- I am going to leave this post open to updates when and if I receive any new questions or maybe I will enable comments so everyone can interact. I do hope this was helpful- I wish my readers starting out at University, a new job or a new venture the best of luck always!

#beauty #university #life #lifetysle

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fanfiction: cheers

-Shows up on the last day drinking Starbucks-

So, this was written for the @samstevegiftexchange which is actually the first time I've joined one? As long time followers know I have ~issues~ with keeping stuff in a word range that I aim for (aka I say 'this will be 1K!' and then end up with a 13K monster fanfic). That's exactly what happened here, and @alstonwiggles I am so sorry for that. But, I also want to thank you?

This will be part of a series of one shots that will be about the prompt Alston gave me: University Professors.

Please enjoy this first part!

Read on my blog or on Ao3!

Summary:

INTERNAL MEMO July 13th, 20xx

Due to an incident over the summer the Science Department and additionally the Fine Arts and Dance Department's main buildings have been deemed uninhabitable for the upcoming semester. As such new locations have been secured for all scheduled classes for the upcoming semester both on and off campus. Further details can be secured by talking with your department head.

From the Desk of the President and the Provost

INTERNAL MEMO

July 13th, 20xx

From the Desk of the President and the Provost

The so-called incident was a failed experiment by the university’s residential mad scientists. Sam Wilson was one of the few who had still been in town for the summer when the Stark and Banner decided to do something that blew up the lower levels of the Science Department’s building and somehow also infected the Fine Arts and Dance Department’s building next door. Infected was an interesting word choice, and yet no one wanted to fully explain what it meant and when pressed instead would insist they meant something else. Sam had tried to hassle Rhodey, Stark’s best friend and the head of the Public Safety Office, into giving him more details but Rhodey refused to budge on the matter. Whatever had happened on the campus on July 10th was top secret information, and Sam obviously wasn’t going to be allowed to know.

The fact that their campus operated on people only being given information on a need to know basis had bothered Sam for a while, but he had bigger concerns. On July 15th, Sam had been summoned into a department chair meeting and they had been told to figure out how many of the displaced Arts and Sciences classes they could fit into their buildings. The campus was due to open back up to graduate students by mid-august and undergraduate students would be coming in mass to start classes the week after. They had little under 3 weeks to get it sorted out. Not only that, but they would also need to find temporary offices for the professors who had lost their homes due to Stark and Banner. Despite the time limit, Sam managed to accept as many art classes as possible into the History Department’s building, but got away with claiming that his building wasn’t up to code to house any of the science classes.

The rest of July passed in a blur of professors returning and gossip swimming around as rumors went around of Stark and Banner getting possibly fired. Sam doubted that would happen given that all that Stark and Banner brought to the university (when they weren’t infecting it with experiments). Sam decided to ignore the professors gossiping in the break room and head back to his office. He still had a few syllabi to finalize, books to double check in the bookstore, and a complaint to file (yet again) with the maintenance about a leak in the lecture hall. He was starting to think that either the maintenance people were incompetent at their job or that they just weren’t fixing what they claimed to fix.

“They’re so lazy,” he muttered under his breath as he rounded the corner, reaching for his door key as he checked his phone for a confirmation email from them.

“Who is?”

Sam looked up and saw a stranger standing with boxes marked Office and Class next to his door.

“The maintenance people,” Sam said and then paused taking in the guy’s sweats and plain shirt. He held back his first comment of You’re not one of them, are you? but barely. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, actually if you’re Sam. I was told to come up here to get the key to my new office.”

Sam nodded and then unlocked his door, waving the other guy inside. His office was a mess from all the planning he’d had to do, but he’d get it sorted back out soon enough.

“And I thought us art professors were chaotic.”

Sam didn’t glance back at him as he went to his desk and found the baggie filled with office keys. Thankfully it wasn’t as full as it had been earlier in the week, but it still had a few more keys to be picked up. When he looked up, the other guy had sat down his boxes on the end of Sam’s desk and was looking at his bookcase and the photos he had alongside the books.

“What’s your name?” Sam asked, though he had a feeling that the guy wasn’t Ashleigh or Dana. He was either Steven Rogers or Jackson Roethke.

“Steve,” the man said. “Is this you in Africa?”

“Liberia to be exact.” Sam put the rest of the keys away and came over to the bookcase. “Your office is down the hall. Did you have a chance to explore the rest of the building?”

Steve pulled a face, as he accepted the key and sat down the photo. “No. Are you offering to show me around?”

“I wouldn’t dare when there are TAs downstairs just looking for work to do. You’ll make their day.” Sam laughed and headed back to his desk to sit down.

Steve picked up his boxes, “Wouldn’t make yours though, huh?”

Sam leaned forward in his chair and looked up at Steve, “My day will be made when I can get maintenance to fix that leak in the roof like I asked them to last semester.”

Steve shifted the boxes in his arms, “Right, since they’re being lazy about it. Did you file a complaint?”

Sam laughed, “Yeah, I will get right on that. I hope you like your office, Rogers.”

“It’s Steve,” Steve corrected, but then he shrugged and left Sam alone. Steve even closed the door behind him which was something few people rarely did. Sam sighed, rubbed at his face, and turned to his computer. He had work to do after all.

Sam edited his syllabi for two of his African-American history classes in light of recent events. Due to the changes, his upper level class gained almost a page more of additional readings which meant more editing would have to happen. He didn’t want to overwhelm them, after all. After that, he stretched, looked out of his office window, saw Steve talking with one of the TAs in front of the department house, and went back to his desk to call the bookstore. Every semester they never had enough of his requested books in stock, but they claimed that they would this year. He doubted it, so he made a note to photocopy the first few chapters of the assigned readings for his class just in case. Rather, he made a note for one of the TAs to do it and included a sketch of a bird on the bottom half of the sheet. He checked for messages from the maintenance department and was not surprised at the lack of a response.

Sam gave up and decided to just go home for the day since it was already pushing two and it wasn’t like there were any students on campus that he needed to meet with. He stopped off at the downstairs office to drop off his books with his assigned TA who seemed really, really distracted with her phone.

“Okay, Adriana, what has your attention this much?”

Instead of replying like a normal person, Adriana sat her phone on the counter and pressed play on a video. It took Sam a moment to realize that it was Steve on the rooftop, shirtless, and that the video was live. It took him another moment to realize that Steve was on his rooftop, shirtless, and doing something.

“Is this on Twitter?”

“Facebook,” Adriana corrected him. “Don’t worry, only Professor Lynn’s friends can see it!”

Which was half the university. Sam sighed, and looked up for guidance but all he heard now was apparently Steve and Lynn outside chatting like he was just allowed to…

“What is he doing?” Sam asked.

“Fixing the roof.”

“Fixing the…” Sam shook his head. “Try and have those photocopied and in my mailbox before tomorrow. I have to go and stop this nonsense.”

Adriana started laughing and as Sam went out the front door he didn’t think she was breathing. Lynn Ronald or as Sam not-so-affectionately called her the ban of his life was standing outside on a bench with her phone pointed at the roof. Sam turned around, as expected there was Steve up on his roof and he was shirtless in the summer’s heat.

“What are you two doing?” Sam asked Lynn first. Lynn was his mother’s age but had none of her sense. She was one of the ridiculous people he ever had to work with.

“Stevie decided to fix the leak in the lecture hall! Isn’t that sweet of him?” Lynn asked.

Sweet wasn’t the word that Sam would have chosen, but yeah sure, okay, “Why are you recording it?”

Lynn raised an eyebrow, “Do you see those muscles?”

“Don’t you have planning to do for the semester, Lynn?” Sam asked instead of everything else he wanted to say.

“Already done all that, Sammy!”

Sam looked to the left and then to the right, and then he turned to the house and saw the ladder that Steve had apparently used to get up on the roof. “Stop recording, Lynn.”

“Kids these days don’t know how to have fun,” Lynn muttered. Sam turned back to her and she had lowered her hands and pocketed her phone. “Don’t fall, Stevie!”

Steve heard her and waved a hand, and then he noticed Sam and waved at him too. Sam shook his head. Lynn settled down on the bench and folded her hands into her lap. When Sam looked at her, she smiled serenely at him.

“Someone has to be here to call 911 when you two fall.”

Sam walked away from her and headed to the ladder. Steve was waiting when he got to the top, and Sam just sat on the roof and looked at the hole Steve had made.

“Man, what are you doing to my house?”

“Your house?”

“My house.” Sam confirmed. “Do you even know how to fix a roof?”

“No, I just got up here with all these tools and decided to fuck you over.” Sam looked over to see Steve leaning on one hand and wiping off his forehead with his other and a cloth that had to be his shirt from earlier. “I know what I’m doing. I don’t think maintenance has been doing their job.”

“No shit.” Sam looked at Steve and considered him. “I wouldn’t think an art professor would know how to fix a roof.”

Steve flashed him a grin. “I’m well versed.”

“Right,” Sam drawled out. “How soon can you fix this?”

“It’s already fixed. I just have to replace all the tiles.”

Sam looked at him. “What?”

“I’ve already been doing this for like two hours. It was a simple enough problem. I’m surprised maintenance ignored it for so long.”

“Probably busy with the Science Lab clean up.”

“Or were they really just ignoring you out of laziness?”

Steve looked so serious asking that question, and Sam couldn’t help but laugh. Sam patted Steve on his shoulder, a friendly gesture despite the fact that Steve was shirtless. “In the end, the roof got fixed. I’ll focus on picking battles when they count. I owe you one for this.”

“So…” Steve said as Sam made his way back to the ladder, “Can I ask for anything then?”

Sam considered that, before nodding and saying, “Short of my office, yeah.”

Steve laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Sam shook his head and made his way back safely down to the disappointment, he was sure, of Lynn. The old bird was on her phone but thankfully wasn’t recording, Sam noted as he passed her by on his way to his car.

“Goodbye, Lynn.”

“Bye, bye Sammy!”

Sam would have to double check the class schedules, but he was praying that he and Lynn weren’t scheduled to be in the building on the same days. His life was stressful enough once the undergrads would arrive without the added walking disaster that was that woman.

Maintenance eventually got back to him the following week and told him that they hadn’t noticed any issues, and Sam resisted the urge to send back a No Shit message. It had rained the previous day and Steve had excitedly asked him to check and make sure that his work was holding up. Sam had stood right at the spot where the roof had previously leaked and there had been nothing. Steve had looked so smug when Sam told him that he had done a good job.

Steve still hadn’t told Sam what he wanted as his reward for fixing the roof, and that was weird but Sam decided to just ignore it. The most pressing matter to Sam currently was that he had several emails from the Black Student Club on campus all asking him to be their new advisor since their former one was out on paternity leave. He was trying to decide if he had time in his busy schedule for that or not. It would be yet another huge responsibility, after all. He was also trying to figure out if he should stop by the hospital to congratulate T’Challa and his wife on the birth of their firstborn child. Some couples liked privacy, and yet others liked for all the visits to be gotten out of the way before they went home. He decided it was best to just call and ask.

There was a knock on his door, and then after he gave permission, Steve came into his office and made himself at home in one of the moon chairs someone had given him. Steve was once more in sweats and a plain shirt, and Sam couldn’t figure out why he dressed like that when he never was covered in paint.

“Did you need something, Steve?” Sam asked after Steve had started looking at some figures on his desk. They were from one of his former students who had gone on to grad school to be an MFA candidate. Her thesis when he had last checked was something like Artistic Experience of the African Slave in the Antebellum South.

“Yeah, actually. The room you assigned me is too small.”

“Too small for what?”

“For art. There’s no way we’ll be able to fit our models in there and the students comfortably.”

“Wait, models?”

“For my advanced classes I bring in models and we draw them. I need a bigger room than the one you gave me. Something I can push the chairs back, make a circle with, give the model some props and...” Steve demonstrated with his hands, and Sam just looked at him. “What?”

“This is the first I’m hearing about models.”

“It’s in the syllabus.” Sam just looked at Steve, who sighed. “Are there any bigger rooms in the building?”

“The lecture hall is the biggest room we have.”

“Can I use that one then?”

Sam sighed, “What time and days are your advanced classes? Send that to an email to me and cc Lauren on it. We’ll see what we can do.”

Steve grinned at him and pulled out his phone, “Doing that now. So, did you hear about the infection?”

“What infection?”

“The one Stark and Banner caused with their experiment. I was out of town this summer, but damn, Natasha was livid.”

“Natasha?”

“The VP? Natasha Romanoff? Short red head?”

Sam raised an eyebrow, “Right, that Natasha. What about the infection?”

“I don’t have the details, but whatever it is they did…” Steve laughed, “The administrators aren’t very happy. I heard that the entire northern part of campus has been determined to be infected.”

Sam frowned at that, “Is it even safe for us to be on campus?” They were on the southern side of campus, but the campus wasn’t that big. “Is it safe for us to be letting students come back?”

Steve leaned forward, resting his elbows on Sam’s desk as he did so, “Banner and Stark are claiming that it’s not toxic to humans.”

“Then who is it toxic to?”

“Exactly. What were they even doing is the better question.” Steve shook his head. “Go away for two months…”

“Steve, I’ve been on campus since they did whatever it is they did.”

“Well,” Steve slowly looked him up and down, “you look fine to me.”

“Right, and they were at the heart of it and they’re still alive…” Sam said, ignoring Steve’s look for now. “Whatever. Let’s just make it through this semester alive.”

Steve laughed. “I know what you mean. Students come back next week. Are you ready?”

“Never.”

Steve laughed again. “Same. But we’ll be fine. Probably.” Steve leaned back and then stood up to go. “Oh, Sam, wanna go out for drinks later?”

“Later? How much later?” Sam looked at his computer, and noticed the time. “How about we try and make the afternoon happy hour?”

“As long as you promise not to drink and drive, sure.”

Sam rolled his eyes, “Gimme five to finish up here.”

“Sure,” Steve said, “I’ll be in my office.”

Sam ended up taking ten minutes to make a call to T’Challa to get an invitation to visit his newly expanded family that Saturday, reply to the advisor request, and shut down his office for the day. When he stopped by Steve’s office down the hall it was to find him on the phone with someone named Bucky who he ended his call with on a smile. Steve had also changed out of his sweats into a nicer shirt and jeans at some point.

“Sorry for taking so long,” Sam said as he took in a Steve who looked much better in jeans than sweatpants.

“You’re fine. Do you have a place in mind for happy hour?”

“A few,” Sam said. They discussed their options as they made their way downstairs but got stopped by Professor Lynn of all people just outside the door. She was smoking on the front porch, directly in front of the no smoking sign. Sam sighed.

“Stevie! Sammy!” Lynn said, “Where are you two off to in such a rush?”

“Home,” Sam said.

Lynn looked between them, and then grinned, “Together?”

“Yup,” Steve said. “See you tomorrow, Lynn.”

Sam was about to correct whatever was going on in Lynn’s head, he could see the gears turning, but then decided that he just did not care. “Goodbye, Lynn.”

Steve started laughing slightly and Sam just shook his head as they headed to the parking lot.

“That’s going to be all over her Facebook page,” Sam said as he reached for his car keys.

“That we’re going home together? Does that bother you?”

“Not at all,” Sam said, “the day I let things Lynn says bother me is the day I give up being the Department Chair. Does it bother you?”

Sam glanced over to see Steve watching at him with a smile, “I’m the one who asked you to come with me to happy hour.”

Now that was a look and words that he couldn’t easily dismiss. He found that he actually didn’t want to dismiss them either.

So, Sam smiled back, “So you did.”

They’d decided on a bar and grill that was in between their homes, and Steve was parking his motorcycle when Sam pulled up. They met up at the front door and picked a table near the back, away from the door, but not so far from the bar itself.

“This is nice,” Steve said, sipping from his water glass while they waited on their first round of drinks.

Sam turned the menu over, and then in a casual way replied, “Nice, huh?”

“Yeah, to get away from campus with you.”

Sam looked up at that and let the menu come to a rest against the table, “If you keep that up, I might start getting the wrong idea.” Steve smirked, and Sam raised up a hand in surrender, “Or would it be the right idea?”

“Depends on if you think it could be.”

“I don’t know if Lynn could handle tension in the building if we had a one night stand, Steve.” Sam tried to make it into a joke, but he could tell he had misstepped when Steve leaned back and crossed his arms. “What?”

“I wasn’t planning on making you a one night anything, Sam.”

“Oh,” Sam said, and then leaned back himself. “Do I get a say in that?”

Steve laughed and leaned forward, “I would hope so.”

Sam looked at him, and nodded for a moment, before he frowned, “What exactly are you offering, Steve?”

Steve offered him a smile, but before he said anything the server arrived with their drinks. Sam waited until she had taken their orders for a late lunch before looking back at Steve who stopped smiling and looked thoughtful instead.

“What am I offering?”

“Yes.”

“Well… short of my office…” Steve said teasingly, and Sam remembered that talk on the roof as Steve smirked. “Friendship if you want it.”

“Friendship.”

“That’s just one thing I’d like to offer.” Steve shrugged, “I figure we could start there, right?”

Sam considered him and then considered the beer in his glass, “Yeah, that sounds like the right place to start.” When he looked up, Steve was staring at him with his blue eyes, and then he smiled, raising his glass.

“Wanna toast to that?”

“Toasted to worse things.” So, Sam raised his glass as well. The clink that the glasses made echoed in his head long after they put their glasses down, and just started talking.

Sam didn’t drink enough to make him unsafe to drive, but even still Steve insisted on seeing him to his car. Friendship with Steve wasn’t something he had been considering, not really. Getting the art professors settled into his house, and getting everything on track for the school year had been his first priority. However, Steve was right. The school semester was about to begin. The only thing they could focus on now was making it through the next nine months without any deaths. Friendship with Steve could be nice, Sam thought as he reached for his keys.

Friendship wasn’t really what he wanted though, if he were to be honest with himself. Steve’s bike was back towards the front of the bar, just a few yards away. Sam had parked his car towards the back of the lot so that it wouldn’t get hit by midday drunks. It was a smart move on his part, he thought.

“You have safely escorted me to my car,” Sam said.

“That I have.” Steve smiled at him. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sam.”

Before Steve could get too far, Sam stopped him with a “hey, man,” and a press of his hand to his shoulder. Steve turned around with a question on his lips, and Sam answered that question as readily as he could.

A few days ago, he had overheard some of the TAs and Lynn wondering if Steve was a nice kisser or not, wondering a lot about why he dressed in sweats all the time, and why he was so buff. Sam had shut that conversation down quickly because the main office was not the place, but now he had the answer to one of those questions.

Steve was a very nice kisser once he got over the surprise of Sam kissing him. It was a nice, if awkward, first kiss. When it ended, and he was looking at Steve’s flushed face, waiting on something more than a gentle mutter of his name, he couldn’t help but think that this might be something that he wanted.

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medium-range project that would take hundred hours of work then that’s gonna cost you five hundred dollars total to build and publish your app and comparing it to the drag-and-drop software you can see that that the difference is not very big in this example for its effort for an ad let’s say content out the difference is just one hundred and forty dollars and by the way the second year of your app if you hire an outsourcer it’s going to be free or you’re just gonna spray a small fee to update the app with the latest Android or iOS version but with the drag-and-drop service for the next year you need to

pay another three hundred and sixty dollars if not more so consider this that with outsourcing it’s a one-time fee and you just pay it once and maybe you pay a small fee maintenance fee and best part is that without sourcing you only pay when the project is done and it’s something that you like so again check out the link in the YouTube cards or in the description below to basically get there to get the course that teaches you everything it’s my favorite course and I recommend it to everyone because outsourcing is a skill if you don’t know what you’re doing you’re going to lose money if you know what you’re doing

you’re gonna make a lot of money and you’re gonna build apps that are gonna be amazing know if you want to learn to program and if you just want to write code for your own and if you do really enjoy it if it’s a skill that you really want to have or maybe you want to get a job later on or just enjoy recording then what I recommend you to do is to pick a course and follow it but you need to have an idea to start with and when you go along and when you go to the course I want you to work on your own idea so whatever you learn in the course try to have a test

project that you work on it you apply whatever you learned in the course one of the biggest problems there is when it comes to going through course especially programming courses is when you go to the course and you watch it it all makes sense but if you don’t have a project to work on at that moment while you’re watching the course and learning it then you’re just gonna forget everything and it’s not gonna translate in a skill that you acquire so pick a simple app idea when you go through the course apply

whatever you learn in the course to your own idea again one of my favorite courses for learning Android and one of my favorite courses for learning iOS development links in the description and YouTube cards as well I highly recommend going through these courses because they’re super well explained you can learn this skill super fast and they have a lot of examples that you could use these are the courses that I recommend to everyone when it comes to learning programming for Android and iOS and by the way, if you do a good job if

Strategy: Learning App Programming

you’re dedicated if you spend a thousand hours to learn this skill and sometimes it takes more sometimes it takes less depending on your dedication and how focused you are and if we say that your time is valued at $10 that’s $10,000 off your time being invested in learning programming so comparing to the other methods especially outsourcing and drag-and-drop you can see that it requires a much bigger investment and it’s the slowest as you can see so it’s the most expensive and it’s the slowest

method that you can possibly pick to build ap s so that’s why if you have an app idea then I don’t recommend learning programming because first, you don’t have the motivation for it because it’s a skill that you need to be motivated and you need to actually like it and second it’s going to be super slow for you as you can see it takes a long time it takes dedication and it’s a very expensive skill to acquire and it’s a very expensive method in comparison to the other methods that we talked about so consider this these three strategies are the only strategies which you can pick so if you come across something else that doesn’t fit in one of these three categories please do ignore it these are the ones that I’ve seen work

and these are the ones that you can rely on now leave a comment and let me know if you have tried any of these strategies and make sure to check out other comments as they’re full of amazing tips thanks for watching this video if you want to access all the resources explained in this video click the secret link button here and don’t forget to subscribe to get the best tips and guides when it comes to mobile apps

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Fall Checklist: Pressure Washing Away The Grime!

This blog mini-series is in partnership with Lowe’s! Thank you for supporting my sponsors!

Friends: I have picked up a new hobby. A passion project, if you will. The hobby is obliterating dirt and grime from various surfaces with water from a magic wand. Literally, it’s called a wand and it’s part of my new pressure washer!

Carrying on with the theme of trying to make the front of my house look presentable while it awaits restoration and I wrap up the huge restoration of the side of the house, I focused a little attention on the front porch!

From a distance, the porch looks…pretty OK? It appears to be mostly original, and the fact that it’s still there at all is the main bright spot. It’s going to need a ton of work eventually—everything from the cornice (which may or may not need to be at least partially rebuilt—the rot is bad), to the siding, to those gloriously large 6-over-9 windows, to the door, to the transom, to the floor, to the columns. Literally all of it! I used to think I’d tackle the whole front elevation of the house at once, but now I’m thinking restoring the porch may well take an entire summer to get right. Isn’t that center column crazy looking?

I think that’s what happens when a contractor temporarily supports the roof and removes the original columns to install a new floor (the original floor was almost definitely tongue-and-groove fir, not 5/4″x6″ pressure-treated pine decking!), and then doesn’t understand that the columns are tapered when he throws a level on the side of the original column to put it back. I’m presuming this contractor was male, because only a guy would be this dense. The column is tapered, genius! You’re doing it all wrong! It’s only super noticeable when you look at the porch head-on, but of course it makes me mad whenever I think about it. Poor beautiful house. Who hurt you like this?

IN ANY EVENT. I sweep the porch sometimes. That’s about it. To be honest it’s not like the porch is in constant use—looking out onto the street isn’t the most bucolic view in the world, but I do like to sit out there on warm days with a cup of coffee or a cocktail and my laptop, getting some work done and watching the world go by until I get bored of the world and want to go inside. Sadly over time I’ve definitely used the porch less, not more, which I didn’t think about much until I realized the reason for that is pretty simple.

OK fine I’ll show you.

Please be kind.

I’m sorry in advance.

GASP! I FEEL LIKE A MONSTER! Yes, for real: that’s how the vinyl siding under the porch looked until a few days ago. No, it hasn’t always been that bad. No, I have not doctored this photo for dramatic effect. Yes, I have completely neglected to touch it in five years because if I’m not actively renovating it, what is the point of doing even some light maintenance?

The point is this: restoring a house takes a long time, and in that time you constantly have to negotiate between quick and achievable solutions and long-term, more comprehensive work. Focusing only on the latter means that you’re ignoring the former (guilty!), and so everything starts to actually look way worse than it really is. When I look at things like this, my instinct is to just rip all the vinyl off the wall—can of worms be damned! But then I have to reign it in and remember that I will tackle that project someday, but not today. Today, I just need it to…not be disgusting. And if I’ve learned anything through working on the inside of houses, it’s that a good cleaning is the cheapest and fastest kind of makeover.

Just to cut myself a little slack, the whole house doesn’t look like this, I swear!!! The rest of the vinyl siding at least gets washed down a little when it rains, but these walls under the porch never get rained on, so all that road dirt and pollen and other dirt just kind of accumulates. Let’s try not to think too hard about what this may or may not suggest about my local air quality, seeing as I’d rather just keep living my life than figure out how to insert myself into a plastic bubble.

So. I described my gross situation to my fairy godparents at Lowe’s and asked if I could pretty-please have my very own pressure washer, and they obliged! #2blessed

As I have recently discussed, I have a deep and abiding aversion to equipment that needs gas or oil to work. Whether it’s a lawnmower or a weed whacker or a snow blower, in my mind they are all equally as complicated as an automobile or a fighter jet and I wouldn’t mess around with the innards of those either. I’ve had my car for like 4 years and only recently learned how to pop the hood…while I let the AAA guy replace my battery, which I’d sooner throw into the Hudson River than attempt to jump by myself. Way too risky. Are you nuts? I’ll stick to house stuff PLEASE AND THANK YOU and I just want my tools to work immediately and without hassle and this doesn’t seem like too much to ask out of life.

So anyway! My pressure washer is by Stanley, and it’s a plug-in model! And when you go to turn it on, it does so immediately and without hassle! It’s everything I ever wanted! Unfortunately it’s currently out of stock, but I got the inside scoop and they’re working on restocking them AS I TYPE THIS VERY SENTENCE so all is not lost. There are a bunch of electric pressure washers available, though, including this Greenworks one that’s evidently equally powerful, a little cheaper, and looks much more compact! Why didn’t I just get that one? NOT SURE. I felt like branching out into yellow machines. Like most new tools I buy, I generally don’t need the biggest, baddest, most powerful one out there, but I also don’t want the cheapest one because that often results in disappointment (and needing to replace it sooner). My Stanley machine lands in the middle/upper-end of available options, and seems more than sufficient to do the things I want it to do!

ANYWAY, back to my very disgusting siding. My basic strategy was to start up at the top of the wall and work my way down, concentrating on each horizontal run of siding on my way down. It took a few minutes to kind of get comfortable with it, and then it was ALL I WANTED TO DO for the rest of the day. I mean how satisfying, right? Included with the machine were a few different interchangeable nozzles for the end of the wand, which are helpful for different kinds of cleaning projects.

After giving everything a first pass, which maybe took about 20 minutes, things were looking about a thousand times better! DEFINITELY way more than a hose alone could have done, and way faster and less hassle than trying to do this by hand with a sponge and some rags which was my previous plan I’d been putting off forever.

Not all pressure washers have them, but one of the things I like about mine is that it has a separate chamber for detergent if you need something with more cleaning power than just pressurized water. It uses about 1 part of cleaner for every 10 parts of water, so concentrated cleaners that aren’t too gel-like work well. After I got most of the grime off, I filled the detergent compartment with regular white vinegar and went back for a second pass, figuring it couldn’t hurt and might help lighten some of the deeper staining. Lowe’s also sells a full line of cleaners for different applications—next time I want to add the Krud Kutter House and Siding Cleaner and see how that does! The regular Krud Kutter has become one of my indispensable cleaning products around the house, so I’m optimistic.

SO. TO REVIEW. BEFORE:

LIKE LITERALLY AN HOUR LATER:

I thought it would be cute to switch the coffee out for a cocktail and add a festive little lantern. This backfired because a) you can’t tell that the stupid candle is lit and b) my friend dropped by while this very profesh photoshoot was going on and I had to explain that I was not, in fact, fixing a cocktail to drink at 1 in the afternoon but rather to just take pictures of for the Internet, which I realized as it came out of my mouth just might actually be more embarrassing.

I TRY. But the point here is not my lackluster prop styling. The point here is my now positively LUMINOUS walls of vinyl siding that no longer look like they’ve been left to steep in a swamp for years on end.

It looks SO much better. One thing I didn’t totally know about vinyl siding is the extent to which it really does stain—you’d think plastic wouldn’t but it totally does. Most of the nastiness was surface dirt and staining, but even blasting at the highest pressure couldn’t get the deeper staining out. So it didn’t exactly achieve “it looks brand new!” kinds of results, but I blame the old vinyl (and MAYBE a certain someone’s years of deferred maintenance), not the washer. But this kind of improvement for a very little amount of work? I’LL TAKE IT! In fact, I really think this is a chore I can add to my seasonal to-do lists and do again a couple times a year to maintain it, and I know having my very own pressure washer will come in handy for ALL SORTS of things. I’m already giving my fence, garage and sidewalks side-eye. Also the street. Also my neighbors houses. What if I just start rogue pressure-washing things in the dead of night? Like I know I probably shouldn’t but just…WHAT IF? Watch out, world.

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Fall Checklist: Pressure Washing Away The Grime!

This blog mini-series is in partnership with Lowe’s! Thank you for supporting my sponsors!

OK fine I’ll show you.

Please be kind.

I’m sorry in advance.

So. I described my gross situation to my fairy godparents at Lowe’s and asked if I could pretty-please have my very own pressure washer, and they obliged! #2blessed

SO. TO REVIEW. BEFORE:

LIKE LITERALLY AN HOUR LATER:

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