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perpetuelledaydreaming · 3 years

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Illicit affairs- Chapter 8

summary: imagine the met gala but ten times better and in stark tower, that’s it. felicia doesn’t have very good manners and sneaks away with y/n but peter and his friends are on the lookout.

Listen to: Do I wanna know -Arctic Monkeys & bad idea- girl in red

word count: 12k

(author’s notes at the end now)

warnings: s m u t.

series masterlist

(today we change and use a photo of Felicia, although it’s not too accurate in my head)

If there was someone who had an incredible hidden talent, it was MJ. You knew she liked to draw since you first met her, but as time passed you realized that a side effect of her hobby, even if she didn’t like it as much, was that she could do a mind-blowing make-up look without even trying. You had realized this one Halloween that you had spent with Peter and his friends, you had asked her where she had gone to do that makeup-look with glitter tears streaming down her cheeks but she simply shrugged, saying that she had used some of her art supplies and done it herself. After that it was more common than not that MJ would come to do your make-up to every important event that you had to attend, she had even done Pepper’s makeup and soon it became like a side job for her too.

She had such ability with the brushes, knew exactly which colors could match your skin and outfit that you almost became dependent on her, feeling a bit more insecure when you had to do your make-up or even hire someone different than MJ but tonight she was there.

“Do you want me to do the wing?” you asked MJ, glancing at her and searching what was wrong but she simply huffed.

“Shut up, I’m an artist” she grumbled under her breath as she shook her hand a bit and dived right into your eye.

“You are so giddy today” you muttered, which earned you a glare from MJ.

“Well, I’ve never been to a Gala myself or done the make-up for the hostess of the Gala,” she said as she finished one eye and then adjusted her dress.

As always, you were in awe of how MJ looked. Her flawless black skin matched perfectly with the custom silk lame gown that she had decided to wear for the night, it was a halter top but with a nice cut on her middle part that showed a little bit of skin and a long skirt that almost touched the floor. With her tall slender body and perfect tone muscles, she looked like a supermodel.

“No, my dad and pepper are the hosts. I’m just here for the small talk with people they don’t want to talk to and to drink champagne” you answer back as she finished the wing on the other one and you finally managed to open your eyes and see yourself in the mirror.

She had done an exceptional job as always, only mascara missing to finish the look but she had done a great job with the nude eyeshadow with a dramatic wing, she had even added a bit of gold glitter surrounding your eyes so it could match the gold earrings that you decided to wear for the night. You walked towards the mirror and fixed the dress that you had decided to wear. It was a cream Jacquemus backless dress with a slit on the side of your leg, while this time you had decided to wear the charm that held your suit in a classic bracelet usually, you wouldn’t bother that much on dresses on how you looked for these types of events given that you disliked them but tonight was different.

“That makes you the hostess, small talk with people that you don’t like” MJ answer back as she put a bit of blush on her skin and then walked over to you, leaning against your mirror.

“I’ll try to avoid it, especially when Felicia arrives” you answered with a shrug and started to apply your mascara, but not before you notice how MJ began to play with her hands uncomfortably.

You knew it was because you brought up Felicia but, in all honesty, you were more than elated that she had agreed to come.

The last weeks or so had been a rollercoaster. Although you somehow had assured your feelings for the other, you weren’t spending that much time together. Part of it was that you were ordered to stay in bed for a few days, knowing that your injuries were bad and needed time to recover, it wasn’t like Felicia wanted to simply burst on Stark Tower or ask you to move; she would sneak some nights sneak in to see how you were doing before you were officially discharged by Bruce. But then, when you were able to go to her apartment, she would cancel a bit too often for you, arguing that a girl needs to pay the bills (which you assumed was a way to say that she was going to do some work that you didn’t like).

So, you let her be.

Though, the days you did spend together, she was as loving as she had ever been with you. She would cook for you all the healthy foods that she hated but she would eat them with you, even your annoying quinoa salad and green smoothies, which you appreciated. You would spend time watching movies and listening to music together, curating playlists depending on a situation, and talk until early morning hours. She would kiss you too, sweetly and carefully, Felicia even freaked out when you complain after a kiss got a little bit too heated a few days after you had been ‘discharged’; after that she had tried, really hard, to keep the kisses to a PG-rating (much to her dismay).

But then this week had come and she had become a kind of a nervous wreck thinking about the Gala, which for you seemed so out of character for her. She would ask for the program of the night again, and again and who would be there, trying to know how to dress and where everything was. You attributed her behavior to the fact that she was -probably- going to meet Tony and Pepper, and you were coming out to the circle of people you would be surrounded by. Part of her was relieved when she heard that the other Avengers weren’t going to make it to the Gala and you thought it was sweet, she was nervous about how serious you had become.

To ease her nerves, you had insisted to her to go shopping together for a dress or told her to go earlier that day so she could know where everything was, if she was too worried about it, even gave suggested if she would like to come to dinner first with Tony and Pepper so she wouldn’t be too freaked out the day of the Gala. But she had refused, especially regarding the dress; saying that since she was older than you (only two years), therefore the sugar mommy feeling was a little bit off.

You had blushed at her statement but decided to let her be, knowing it was the best thing you could do for Felicia.

“y/n?”

Peter’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you turned around to watch him, and it felt like you had almost stopped breathing for a second.

You had seen Peter in a suit a couple of times before but never like this. He seemed taller and also leaner, the sharp suit he was wearing fitted him perfectly, his messy curls were settled down with a little bit of hair gel that pulled them back and to the side but you could tell that the curls would be let loose sooner rather than later. He had a small watch on his wrist, a gift from you and Tony, it had an engraved message “with great power, comes great responsibility” which honored his Uncle Ben. Peter didn’t use it often but when he did, it caused your heart to squeeze on your chest.

And Peter was mesmerized too. Your hair had been pulled down behind your ears, it was sleek and it looked perfectly styled. He could see the blush on your cheeks, the reflection of the glitter on your eyes, and he was, as always, so captivated by how your eyes seemed like constellations accompanied with your long lashes that he felt like he had zoned out. Plus, the dress fitted your body perfectly. It was showing more skin than you usually showed with a small side-boob showing thanks to the asymmetric form of it along with your exposed back. He felt his mouth drying as you turned around shyly towards him, but for him, you looked breathtaking.

“Are you ready?” Peter asked, stammering a bit as he looked away from you towards MJ who was giving him a look. “Tony and Pepper are waiting downstairs for you,” he said silently before looking at you for a second and then at the floor.

MJ snickered a bit before she took her purse and made her way to the door. “Don’t you look dapping” MJ said as she patted Peter on his shoulder and walked out of your room, you guessed she was already looking for Harley.

You both stayed silent for a moment, as you gazed at the other, you blinking owlishly while Peter drilled you with his eyes. Although you weren’t saying anything, you knew what he was thinking about: last time you were dressed this nicely, it had been the last night before you had run away. You would’ve like to avoid the memories, but it seemed inevitable to connect this moment to your last; even more knowing that although it seemed like everything had changed, your heart was still beating for Peter and his was beating for you.

“You look beautiful,” Peter whispered as you walked towards him, he couldn’t even stop himself, and the two of you flushed at his comment.

“Tha-thanks, MJ did the makeup because I have no idea,” you spoke coyly as you ordered HAPPY to turn off the lights and you and Peter walked outside the room, the door closing behind you.

You tried to shake it off, the obvious nervousness that you felt around Peter but it didn’t seem to work as he offered you his arm, so you could hold onto it as you always did.

“Well, she did a great job, you look amazing” Peter said honestly as he glanced at you while you walked towards the elevator. “She’s a lucky girl.”

It had taken all his willpower to actually say those words but he was being truthful, no matter how much it could pain him because, as he had realized the last few days, it only mattered to him that you were safe and happy. The bad thing was, that he didn’t believe you would be safe with Felicia.

For you, the comment hit a nerve. Not only because you knew how Peter felt about Felicia, and you dislike that it might have hurt him to see you with her but also because Felicia had been MIA since early in the morning. You had texted her a good morning text, asking her if she needed anything but she had declined the offer and simply stating that she would see you tonight.

Hours had passed and there was no sign that Felicia was actually coming but you deeply hope she would.

“Yeah…” you muttered with a long sigh, but you quickly changed the topic as the elevator’s doors opened. “I’m surprised you decided to bring Flash as your date.”

“What!?”

“See, MJ is with Harley and Betty with Ned,” you explained to him while you fixed your hair and watch Peter’s bug-eyed expression at your comment “Which leaves you with Flash.”

“That’s not funny.” Peter quickly answered with a glare.

“Oh, because he’s a guy?” you chuckled and placed your hands over your chest, raising an eyebrow and waiting for his answer.

“No!” Peter protested, a little bit offended at your question and then the doors to the elevator opened. “It’s because he’s Flash!”

You both laughed as you exited the elevator and walked towards where the Gala was through a small hallway that Pepper had arranged for only you two enter the building.

The Gala had become an emblematic even for the city, Pepper had come up with it after you had moved from LA and Tony had made the respective and adequate changes to Stark Industries. It was an annual fundraising gala for the benefit of technological advances and charities and it always happened at Stark Tower.

The whole first and second floor of the building were remodeled to fit the event. On the first floor, you would find the red carpet and exhibitions of the work done by the different companies, known scientists, and young people who had the opportunity to present their ambitious ideas and work. It was also a social event, celebrities, journalists, CEO’s and more people would be invited as well. Then, the second floor was where the dinner and the after-party would usually take place.

It wasn’t a wild evening, I mean although Tony would make it as wild as he wanted, it always went nicely and calmed. Even some Avengers would make surprise appearances once in a while, mostly Nat, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Bruce; Thor had been technically banned after he had too much to drink once. This drew huge media attention for the projects which were extremely important for the fundraiser that took place at the event and so, it had become also somehow the Met Gala of the science community.

It was also the only time that paparazzi would take your photos willingly, although you hated it.

Today was no different, you had to pose with Tony and Pepper on the red carpet that was prepared at the main entrance to the event. The commotion of flashing lights and excited reporters was almost something that you couldn’t get used to after so many years, and although you would normally be complaining to Pepper as Tony did sometimes when he would get bored; Peter would usually woosh in and take photos with you, so paparazzi wouldn’t use the photos with him because magazines didn’t think much of Peter back then, so it was a nice way to ruin some shots. But today was different, Peter was now known to be one of the Star Interns of Tony and he was called on by a reporter, and you were ushered off to take more photos and then by Tony who was excited to see Pepper’s speech.

And as a sea of people separated you and Peter, you decided to focus on Pepper’s speech and Felicia’s whereabouts.

But she was nowhere to be found, disappointed you quickly blended into the crowd and began to do your work. You started saying ‘hi’ and ‘welcoming’ the various people that were invited from celebrities to renowned scientists, you talk to a journalist giving them small interviews and also watch almost every one of the projects from the young students who were allowing presenting that year.

You even talked to people you didn’t like.

You were already saying goodbye to an important human rights lawyer, that was a role model to you since you had started to think about studying law and had been asking her some questions when you heard his taut voice.

“Lovely to see you again Miss Stark, heard you got shot?”

You turned to see Norman Osborn, giving you a tight smile while Harry was behind him winking his eyes and quickly nudging to his dad and rolling his eyes. You knew you weren’t dear on Norman Osborn’s heart, especially when it came to your dad, and you ever wondered why Pepper insisted on inviting him and why he even insisted on coming to the event of someone he hated that much.

But you knew it all came back to business.

Although now, that you knew for a fact -thanks to Felicia and the events lately- that Norman had willingly given Kingpin the formula to his poisonous serum and that Harry had no idea about it; you were even more snarky and irritated to see his face than before.

“Yes, I’m fine now.” You stated curtly as you glanced at Harry for one second, you quickly took a swig of your drink. Mentally begging for this interaction to be over.

“Of course, you are dear,” He snapped with a glare. “With your father’s technology, you wouldn’t respect the hand of destiny. Such a waste of time and resources to play hero” he said as he rolled his eyes.

You gripped your drink a bit tighter and you felt like a vein on your neck had just popped off your neck. It was predictable from your past encounters with Norman Osborn that he would say something like that but as he had so seriously stated that he thought saving your life or being an Avenger was a waste? Was he being fucking serious?

Jerk.

“Careful Norman, your jealousy is showing,” you smirked as you glanced at him uninterested. “Now kindly fuck off”

Norman gapped at your answer, completely blown away that you had actually said that since you usually had been quiet about his usual remarks. His face was red with bulging eyes as the cords of his neck became rigid, completely astound and angry at your comment. You were thankful that you weren’t staying silent anymore as, in a blink of an eye, Norman spun on his heels and walked away from you, leaving you with Harry.

“Always a pleasure!” you yelled at him as he walked away, you couldn’t help the tugging on the sides of your lips and then your attention turned to Harry, who was chuckling. “Your father’s lovely”

Harry looked as good as always and sometimes you wondered how on earth someone could look like that. His sharp jaw and sleek black hair with his almond eyes made him look like a model, a smirk worth a thousand dollars and his chiseled cheekbones made girl’s and boy’s knees weak. Even when he looked as put together as he was at the moment, you could still see a mischievous gleam in his eyes, you guessed the bad boy look couldn’t fade away easily and you couldn’t help to think about the possible rumors on the tabloid if they saw you dancing with him at the party.

“Don’t tell me about it,” Harry stated as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek, slowly and seductively. “It’s nice to see you again, y/n”

He was always extremely smooth and charming, and always managed to get your heart beating someway although you knew that you weren’t really interested, it was just this aura about him.

“It’s good to see you too, H.” you answered back as you took another sip of your drink while he offered to cheer, you did the same.

As he finished taking a sip of his drink, he walked closer to you. “I’ve missed you in these events, it’s …”

“Draining?”

Harry chuckled, mostly for himself as he often did. “I was going to say annoying as fuck but yeah, that works too.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his comment because it was true if you would like to summarize the feelings for these kinds of events -especially for your role on them and how the media would portray it-, they were annoying as fuck. But honestly, the science part and the charity part were your favorite thing in the world.

You knew that Harry felt the same way as you, the pressure to be the golden child and do everything right, but there was where Harry’s charm laid. Although he could be all of those things because he had everything in his favor, he disliked his father and the pressure so much that he rebelled against it.

And now, it had become part of him to be the bad boy.

So, it didn’t surprise you what he said next.

He leaned over to you, whispering directly on your ear and you couldn’t avoid but to feel a shiver running on your back as he whispered on your ear. “You know, you in that dress is making me think of champagne, strawberries, a bed, and us playing strip poker”

You gave a step back at him, a bit surprised by how confident his statement was, your eyes widened slightly and your cheeks flushed before you shook your head, ready to play it off casually.

But then, you heard Felicia’s characteristic silvery voice behind you.

“Get in line pretty boy,” Felicia stated, her fingernails trailing your back as she defensively wrapped her arm around your waist, glaring a bit at Harry, who rapidly blinked as if he was trying to understand the nature of your relationship with Felicia but it didn’t take him long. “Stark,” Felicia said with a smoky voice.

If you were being truthful, you were always a bit nervous around Felicia, a bit too in awe with her beauty and essence. Sometimes you were worried about how she could suck you in so easily with just a pout but then moments like this reminded you why.

Felicia’s outfit left you breathless, although you recognized it was from Versace and wondered where she had gotten it, you couldn’t avoid feeling tingles through your body. Felicia stunned with the silky lace-trimmed camisole-like minidress she was wearing, she had a dramatic smokey eye with a mate-nude lipstick that suited her perfectly, and to your surprise, she had decided to let her silver hair down and she fixed it in an almost Barbarella-like style but less dramatic that made her look like she belonged to a runway.

You could feel the burning heat on your body.

“Thought you would never come”, you whispered with a smile and before she could even respond, you pressed your lips against hers.

It was a firm but soft kiss, as if you were showing her off finally and claiming Felicia yours, as she had done with you so many times before. But now, you both were as purposeful as you could’ve been, the kiss was so sweet and it seemed like just kissing her that way, you would get a toothache. When you finally pulled apart with a shy smile while Felicia simply smirked, your foreheads pressed together, you felt like you were the only people in the world.

And then Harry spoke.

“That’s so hot” he whispered, you figured it was mostly to himself as he looked at you two wide-eyed and surprised about it.

You could see Felicia rolling her eyes in irritation as you laced your hands together but as soon as she turned around to Harry, she was displaying the cat-like grin that characterized her.

“Would you like to join us?” Felicia purred as she got a little closer to Harry, who seemed like he was about to pass out with Felicia’s words.

“Felicia!”

Peter shook his head and walked away, not wanting to listen to the end of that conversation, knowing that it would just make him break the cup of champagne that he had been holding tightly as he listened to Harry and you even before Felicia arrived. His jaw was still twitching when he walked up to Ned and Betty, whose main spot was the exhibitions that were presented, while Flash would guard the entrance and MJ with Harley would be staying on the drinking station (per Harley’s request) and Peter would be on the dance floor where most of the action would be happening.

But even with a whole plan laid out, Felicia had still managed to fool them.

“Guys she’s here” he whispered through the com as he saw all of his friends snap their gazes as they tried to look for Felicia and you, in the middle of the main floor, talking with Harry.

“How!?” Flash cried through the com. “I’ve been patrolling this entrance all night, what the hell?”

“She’s sneaky, I already told you!” Peter grumbled under his breath, loud enough for a couple of rich old people to stare at him bug-eyed, which he simply answered with an awkward smile and made his way towards where Ned and Betty were.

“What are we going to do now?” Harley asked, Peter could already tell that Harley was tensing up.

For a genius, he wasn’t good at handling his emotions under pressure.

“Just keep an eye on her.” Peter glowered as he finally arrived at where Ned was, trying to find some consolation or ideas that came from Ned who always had some positive thing to say or a good idea to add.

But Ned’s eyes were focused on something behind Peter and the wince he did, as well as Betty, tipped Peter that he should turn around.

“That’s not hard, I think that she just stepped on Harry’s Osborn foot and made him cry” Ned mused as he took a sip from his drink.

Peter watched as you dragged Felicia away from Harry, giving him an apologetic look before you were walking towards the drinking area, where Harley and MJ were.

“Harley, MJ she’s coming your way” Peter whispered, hoping that they wouldn’t be too awkward that you would realize the plan.

Not that there was any serious plan, Peter still wasn’t sure what he was looking for. He wasn’t sure what Felicia would do or if she would even do something, but he knew that she wasn’t good news, he just could feel it in his bones and hoped that at the end of the day, you wouldn’t need to find out if something happened.

He just wanted to keep you safe.

Harley turned around with MJ just in time and he gave a small smile to Felicia and you, who were walking hand-in-hand together. You were bickering a bit because of her reaction to Harry’s comment and how she had stomped on his foot with her sharp heel and she hadn’t even said ‘sorry’ arguing why she would say that to someone that sexualized you. So, you were thankful when your eyes caught MJ and Harley on the drinking station, hoping it could distract Felicia from going back and scratching Harry’s eyes.

“I know you’ve met before but this is Felicia,” you said as Felicia put on a new smile and offered her hand to Harley and MJ. “I wanted you to meet her, officially”

Harley and MJ shook Felicia’s hand cheerily, but you could feel how Harley and MJ tensed up. You could feel their anxiousness dripping from Harley’s eyes and you knew that it wasn’t normal. Harley, for a scrawny boy like him, was a bit too smug, too smooth, too relaxed for him to be acting this way.

“It’s so nice to meet y/n friends,” Felicia said playfully as she wrapped an arm around your waist and smirked up to Harley and MJ, who barely gave her a genuine smile.

“Yeah, sa-same” Harley let out, words stumbling against one another as they left their mouths.

MJ simply nodded and added a small ‘for sure’ with a honeyed voice that you knew didn’t quite fit MJ and something felt off. You frowned at their interaction, surprised mostly by how stiff they were. Did they have a problem with Felicia? You knew that Harley was certain about Felicia’s identity, not that you had discussed it but he wasn’t dumb and it made you wonder if he was feeling the same thing that Peter had told you about.

But you brushed it off, knowing that it wouldn’t be a good thing to keep Felicia there.

“I’m going to take you dancing” you offered to Felicia who gave you a gleaming smile, her cheeks tainted by a cloud of small pink dust, and you quickly dragged her off from your friends.

Your mind started whirling, wondering what was wrong with Harley and MJ? Harley had always been nothing but supportive regarding your relationship with Felicia, hell he was supportive of everything you did. MJ too, she never judged but you’d seen her acting strange since the start of the day.

“What’s wrong?” Felicia said a little bit unsettled as you turn to look at her.

But you simply shook your head, muttering a small ‘nothing’ but you couldn’t help yourself and you looked back at your friends, noticing them whispering something to themselves and you wished that you could put your suit right there and then to listen to their thoughts but knowing it was unreasonable, you decided to turn around, just in time to bump into Tony and Pepper.

You stopped dead in your tracks, your heels barely squeaking in the hallway as the two heads snapped in your directions. The first being Tony’s and the second being Peppers, who seemed to be discussing something together but the conversation immediately ended when they saw you.

“Oh,” you muttered as Tony and Pepper’s gaze down to see you, hand in hand with Felicia.

“Oh?” Tony answered back as he curved his eyebrows while he watched Felicia for a second and then his gaze went to you.

It wasn’t like you brought Felicia by surprise, you had been told weeks ago that she could come. Either way, this was a newfound territory, Peter seemed to be the only possible person you would introduce to your parents in that manner and it didn’t even count because they had known him before. Charlie was a no-go from the start, knowing deep down that you wanted to keep that friendship or relationship for yourself since you both knew it wouldn’t go pass that. But then Felicia seemed to be someone where you could, maybe, go to the next step.

“Well, y/n aren’t you going to introduce us?” Pepper said, her startled look brushing off and giving entrance to the characteristic warm smile she always wore.

Before you could even answer, Felicia’s charm was on.

“It’s so lovely to meet you Mrs. And Mr. Stark”, she smiled brightly at Pepper as she shook her hand and give her two kisses on her cheek, slightly making her voice higher than what it usually was.

“Lovely to meet you too, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” Pepper said, completely charmed by Felicia’s attitude and she quickly nudged Tony with her elbow on his ribs so he could say ‘hi’ as well, for some reason he had to stare at Felicia as if he was trying to figure out something.

You hoped it was just a parental instinct.

“We are so glad you are here; we’ve been trying to meet you but missy here was keeping you under wraps.” Tony offered Felicia his hand and she shook it firmly, with a bright smile but with the same intense gaze that Tony had in his eyes.

You chuckled at Tony’s comment, hoping it would dissipate any kind of suspicion, not that it seemed to be very successful. Pepper followed your lead and so did Tony and Felicia.

“Can’t imagine why” Felicia muttered between laughs and you feel your cheeks flushing at her comment, giving her a warning look, which she just shrugged off by kissing you on the cheek.

It made you smile.

“Okay, we are going to dance so, I’ll let you be” you announced as you realized that Tony and Pepper were still staring, quickly dragging her to the dance floor.

It wasn’t a huge dance floor, tables were surrounding the small space that was farther from the reception where everyone was and there was a small stage set up in front of you, at the moment there was just a talented pianist taking the lead. A few people were dancing, much of them were way older than you and the ones that were old enough to care about what you were doing (especially journalist) as they saw you entering the dance floor, widened their eyes.

You quickly offered Felicia your hand and she reached out, accepting your hand before you were pulling her out onto the dance floor. You caught a few people watching you but you didn’t care, you quickly placed your hands-on Felicia’s shoulder and she placed her cold hands against the skin that showed from your torso and hips. You began to sway together to the soft music playing from the piano.

“You think they notice?” Felicia asked you softly, pulling you a bit closer.

“Not at all” you lied, knowing that there might’ve been something that Tony was suspicious of, but you didn’t want to scare Felicia.

“Your dad seemed a little bit weird out,” she continued. “But I couldn’t tell if it’s because I’m a girl or because he recognized me”

“He didn’t” you assured her looking at her firmly, but you melted as she smirked at you, her eyes gleaming as you played with a strand of her hair. “Okay, but the silver hair doesn’t help”

Felicia gasped jokingly, causing you to chuckle a bit.

“Hey” Felicia complained, as she pulled you a bit closer while biting her lip. “You love the silver hair and more when it’s down”

Which was true.

“My bad” you answered with a fond smile, pressing your forehead against hers.

You kept swaying to the music, bodies pressed together as Felicia held you and guided you to the music. It felt like you were the only two people in the room, you mostly tried to keep your eyes closed, not wanting to disturb your daydream, although it was hard with the whispers of some surprised observers as they arrived on the dance floor and saw you dancing with a girl. Nonetheless, you stayed focused on Felicia’s touch on your skin, on the music that was overflowing your senses, and to the smell of cotton candy.

The only thing that woke you up from the trance you were in was Felicia’s fidgeting, you finally opened her eyes on the third time she had removed her hands from your body for about ten seconds.

“What’s wrong?” you asked her with a frown, to see Felicia’s lips pinched into a fine line.

“Everyone’s watching”

You turned around and it was true, it seemed like the majority of the party were whispering from the tables and looking into the dance floor, even Tony and Pepper seemed a bit stunned by how close you were with Felicia. You could feel Felicia’s shoulders tensing up as she watched everyone, you knew this wasn’t part of the deal when Felicia had agreed to come with you.

“Hey, it’s okay. Let’s go and eat something” you muttered as you carefully place your hand on her jaw and pulled her gaze back to yours.

Felicia shook her head and gave a step back, as she swallowed hard and then look down. It seemed as if the hairs on the nape of her neck had standup and although you could seem a gleam of regret, she was visibly done.

“Do you mind if I go to the bathroom really quick?” she asked, with a small voice and not looking at you.

You couldn’t hide your disappointment but you couldn’t blame Felicia and her discomfort. You sighed, mentally cursing everyone in the room who was making Felicia feel uncomfortable, and you felt your stomach twisting with guilt for putting her in the spotlight, something that she had never asked.

“Sure, I’ll wait for you” you answered with a slight smile, but looking at her with worried.

Felicia didn’t stutter or doubted, she quickly let go of you and walked off, some people were still looking at her as she exited the dance floor and then the room, but the gazes were still on you who remained on the dance floor. It felt a bit awkward as you stood there, all alone, and you felt kind of ridiculous.

You looked down for a second and decided that getting a drink was your best bet for not feeling dumb or guilty but before you could give another step, you bumped into Peter.

“Want to dance?” Peter offered, looking at you expectantly and you faltered.

Your eyes linked with Peter’s, who had his eyes twinkling as he looked at you with a warm smile and you felt like melting right then and thereby all means. You didn’t even felt the need to say anything to Peter, you simply took his hand and he stepped towards you, reaching to the small of your back and you held your breath as his fingertips touched your exposed skin. Then, he firmly took one of your hands in his, which he placed on his chest while you started to sway to the music. You wrapped one of your arms around his neck and felt the heat coming from Peter’s body.

As always, you felt at home in his arms with the smell of honey and cinnamon wrapping you in.

“You look really good today” you finally said to Peter, as you looked up to him.

Peter had been looking behind you and your voice snapped you out of it, he was trying to figure out where Felicia was or if she was coming back, but there were no signs of her. So, he decided to simply enjoy having you in his arms and smiled.

“Just today?”

You smiled. “You know what I mean,” you muttered as you laid your head on his chest, so he couldn’t see the small sprinkling of red to dust across your cheeks.

“Well, you look especially beautiful today,” Peter added before he stepped away and let go of your back, spinning you around under his arm before he pulled you in.

You laughed as you looked at Peter dreamily, as you remember that a part of you had wanted this to happen for a long time when you were younger. It would be almost two years since you had skipped town but there you were, harboring feelings for Peter Parker and his caramel curls with chocolate eyes, trying to push them down but now it was because you had a relationship.

“Are you having a good time?” you asked him, trying to keep your thoughts in line.

Peter nodded as he looked around. “Yeah, food is nice and some people wanted to talk to me when they realized I’m Tony’s intern”

“Well, you are the best intern,” you answered honestly with a shrug, causing Peter to give you a smug smile to which you replied almost immediately with a roll of eyes. “Don’t tell Harley I said that”

“I won’t,” Peter promised as he pulled you closer to him, he could feel he was getting overwhelmed by the characteristic vanilla smell that always surrounded you, he had you in his arms and he couldn’t help himself to ask. “Do you really think that?”

You looked at him while tilting your head as if he had asked something so obvious to you that you were surprised that Peter didn’t already know.

“You know how I feel about you,” you found yourself saying before you could stop yourself.

Peter stared at you for a minute as if you’d lost your mind by saying what you had said. He seemed so confused by the sudden second of honesty, that it made you wondered if you had screwed up again and you felt panic washing your body. But as Peter saw how alarm you’d gotten, he decided to change the topic.

“And you?” he asked before spinning you around again.

You thanked him mentally for that and give him a small smile, which he nodded to it.

“What about me?”

Peter sighed, not wanting to bring Felicia up to this moment after you had said that but he felt like he had no other choice. He groaned and then dipped his head down to your shoulder. You chuckled and placed your hand in the back of his neck, playing with his baby curls before he stood back up straight.

“Are you having a good time, with…” Peter said but his words tapered off, not wanting to say her name.

You could see how his jaw clenched but you simply rolled your eyes, thinking that Peter was somehow just being dramatic.

“You can say her name, you know?” you joked but as you look at Peter and how to set his jaw was, you felt like he was being serious.

And he was.

“I know, I just don’t want to,” Peter said bluntly and you frowned at him. “My Spidey sense just goes off.” He said with a shrug.

“Well, that’s uncalled for,” you shot at him with a haughty expression.

Peter cocked his head as he looked at you, and you felt the anger bubbling up on your chest. He seemed condescending and you hated it, you hated that he was watching you from this pretend high road.

“It’s not,” Peter grumbled.

You didn’t say anything right away as you glared at Peter, you knew Felicia was a sensitive topic but you hadn’t witness Peter this pressed or being so blunt about your relationship with Felicia. You wondered if it was because he had seen you dancing with her or just because he still didn’t like her but you didn’t need this at the moment.

“Are we going to do this again Peter?” you asked him while raising your eyebrow as if challenging him.

And Peter, who feel sheer annoyance at Felicia that stemmed from his bad feeling about her was ready to go.

“I think we need to,” Peter answered bluntly. “I just don’t trust her, y/n.”

You chuckled ironically and looked away before your eyes came back to his, the audacity. “Well, I do Peter and if I remember correctly, no one’s asking you.”

Peter shook his head at your response, feeling a bit more annoyed at how stubborn you were being. Not that he wasn’t aware that you were already stubborn.

“I know you make fun of my senses,” Peter started, as he gave you another spin, you followed his lead but you were glaring at him under your lashes. “But I’m telling you there’s something wrong and dangerous with her.”

“Peter you need to stop,” you growled under your breath as Peter rolled his eyes and tried to spin you again but you pushed him back a bit.

Peter winced at the gesture and you could feel your heart aching at Peter’s behavior, part of you felt guilty but another part of you was just hurt that he didn’t try to keep his comments to himself. Peter was the kindest person you knew, but the jealousy or whatever he was feeling about Felicia and how he tried to just throw rocks at your relationship with Felicia, simply felt just mean.

“y/n, you know I can’t let you be in danger” Peter answered honestly, and yes, you could sense the fright in his voice and see the gleam of uneasiness in his eyes, but it wasn’t fair to you.

“I’m not!” you snapped at him; a little bit louder than what you would’ve liked.

“But you are!” Peter answered with the same strength and you hoped that no one had heard you. Both of you were breathing heavily and by that point, the tension could be cut with a knife as you glared at the other but then Peter simply sighed, letting go from your body and watched you sheepishly. “and I can’t stay silent while I watch you get-what?”

You frowned at Peter’s behavior. “Peter?”

Peter swallowed hard and then his eyes traveled to the entrance, where Flash was shaking his head as he looked anxiously at Peter. He closed his eyes, knowing that after this you might even get angrier with him, probably more than what you’d ever been but at that moment he didn’t care.

Felicia had disappeared and it was a risk.

“Where’s the last time you saw her?” Peter asked as he placed his fingers on his ear, trying to listen better at the com and he watched as it dawned on you what he had been doing.

The disappointment in your eyes and then how they were washed with anger made Peter winced.

“Are you kidding me?” you snapped at him, trying to take the com out of his ear so you could talk but Peter grabbed your hands strongly, you cursed to yourself that you couldn’t overpower him at the moment or take out your suit.

People began to stare at the both of you, as you twisted your wrists to get off from Peter’s hold but it was getting harder and harder, Peter trying to listen through the com to whatever Harley was saying.

“What do you mean she isn’t here?” Peter growled under his breath and then looked back at the edge of the dance floor where Flash was, you followed his gaze and quickly groaned, annoyed that all of your friends were in this together.

“Let. Me. Go!” you said as you gritted your teeth while turning to him with eyes blazing with heat, and Peter, who was gazing at you regretfully, took his hold off of you.

You pushed Peter aside and then walked towards Flash, who had this haunted expression on his face as he saw you coming his way, clearly intimidated by you.

“Give me that Flash,” you growled at the boy who was looking at you sheepishly. “I don’t want to ask twice” you threaten while raising your eyebrow and wiggling your fingers so that Flash could give you the com.

He didn’t hesitate, and you quickly put the earpiece on your ear and pulled out the wire from his shirt so you could talk to them.

“All of you need to back off, now.” You growled at them, clearly angry at what your supposed friends were doing. It seemed so extreme for them to have this whole spy thing going on to keep you away from Felicia, and it hurt. It hurt that after everything, after how much you had grown, it seemed like no one really cares about or trusted you and your choices. And you wanted to only be angry -you really did- but the words that Peter told you and how sincere they were, you felt trepidation as you thought about Felicia being loose at Stark Tower; you couldn’t help to ask. “Where was the last time you saw her?”

Peter turned from his place on the dance floor, a frown on his face and he felt somehow relief that he could hear that you were concerned about Felicia’s whereabouts too.

“She was in the bathroom,” you heard Betty’s voice in the com. “But then she just disappeared”

“I followed her there but she wasn’t on the stalls, she just sneaked out,” MJ followed but then Harley interrupted them.

“Just saw her at the edge of the entrance to the elevators,” Harley added and before he could say anything else, you walked away.

You didn’t know what you were going to catch Felicia in as you tried to move through the crowd of people on the gala, as you walked outside and glared at Harley and MJ who were watching you sorrowfully, clearly feeling shitty about what they had done but you passed by them as you walked towards the entrance to the elevators. The thing about Felicia was that most of the time, you did trust her -most of the time- but no matter how much you tried to assure yourself the same thing, you knew there was always Peter’s voice in the back of your head, saying you that she was trouble.

And you knew that it would always somehow hunt your relationship with Felicia. It’s not like she had said anything or anything she did, it was the feeling that came along with it. Her world moved too fast and her love seemed to burn too bright, but for you, how on earth is someone that was basically the opposite of what you were pulled in like she did? Even if sometimes it felt off.

“What are you doing here?” you asked Felicia, louder than you expected as you caught her against the wall while she was fixed her shoe. She was at the edge of the private entrance that Pepper had made for you to go to your apartment, it was supposed to have a guard but the person was nowhere to be found.

Felicia seemed a bit stunned as she heard you and quickly straightened herself, placed her small bag on her shoulder, and fixed her skirt. “Didn’t know it would take you so long to realize I was gone, it’s even upsetting, you know?”

You cut her game off quickly as you placed your hands on your hips and glared at her. You knew she liked to play games; it was rather obvious by now that she wouldn’t give you a straight but either way you still gave it your best shot.

“Why aren’t you at the party?” you asked her again and Felicia, who didn’t answer immediately, though the expression in her eyes grew hard to read. Her hands quickly settled on your waist and tugged you forward.

“Isn’t it obvious?” she breathed out as she gazed at your lips, but you were still glaring at her. Felicia simply rolled her eyes and before you knew it, Felicia threw you back against the wall into a bruising kiss.

You felt a bit stunned for a second but then you just let go. There was something about the kiss that was so intoxicating. Her lips were softer than ever, she tasted like champagne and cotton candy. You could feel how her hands were wondering your body and before you knew it, she was raising your skirt and pulling one of your legs up so you could wrap it around her waist. Her hands trailed then under your dress, the cool of her fingers on your inner tight made goosebumps dance across your skin. It was right then when you felt the spark of heat between your legs, you knew you were getting turned on too.

And for some reason it made you snap.

You pulled away from her and Felicia let out a soft whine of protest. Both were breathing heavily, and you could see Felicia’s lipstick all over her mouth but she was watching you with a cat-like gaze. It was right then and there were you realized that things were about to go a lot farther than what was usually intended,

“Are you drunk?” you asked her with a frown.

But Felicia shook her head. “No,” she answered honestly and her eyes flickered to your lips, her gaze darkened. “I just want you”

Before you knew it, she had her lips against yours again, tongues dancing as you let out small whimpers. You tangled your hands in her hair, nearly moaning at the feeling of her breasts against yours, you were so incredibly pressed together as you’d ever been. Felicia started to play with the rest of your dress, almost wanting to take it off and you smiled into the kiss as you tried to stop her but it was getting too hot. How her hands were loosely trailing your exposed torso, electricity dance under her skin, and then Felicia placed her knee up between your legs, nearly making you moan extremely loud.

You didn’t know if it was the champagne or the fact that the anger that you’d felt minutes ago was somehow fueling the encounter, how somehow you wanted to show that Peter was wrong. Felicia was yours and you were Felicia, there was no reason to think otherwise, and so, why you needed to wait longer?

Therefore, you didn’t hesitate when Felicia said something else. “Can we go up to your room?” she asked, it almost sounded like a whine as she touched your body.

And you simply nodded before you took her hand and pulled her into the elevator, continuing to kiss and moan and giggle as you pressed her against the elevator. It felt like something shifted as you entered the penthouse and walked her to your room.

The moment you were inside, Felicia pressed had you pressed against the wall, hands tangled in your hair as she kissed your back and began to undo your dress as quickly as she could, without ripping it. You moaned loudly as the dress finally pooled down on your feet and Felicia pressed hot open-mouth kisses to your back until she reached the small of your back and played with the thong that you had decided to wear.

“Such a pretty girl,” Felicia muttered, mostly to herself and you moaned at the thought of Felicia liking dirty talk. “And all mine”

You just whimpered at her comment, you wanted it so badly. So, you turned around and pulled Felicia by her neck up and began to undress her, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor while you drove her back to your bed. You both were just on your thongs by the time you fell onto your bed, and you quickly take the lead as you kissed her while you placed yourself on top, you then decided to press your tight between her legs this time, immediately pressing upwards and making her groan against your mouth but she quickly ground on your tight while you watched her in wonder.

Felicia’s body was perfect, you had seen her with little clothes on but this was a whole different thing. Having her on your bed, exposed as she whimpered and moan, because of your actions was a completely new feeling. Her skin was soft and dark, her hair was tousled and falling haphazardly across her face and spread on the bed, her plump breasts were bouncing by the way she was moving against you, the curve of her hips encased in the tiny black panties she was wearing, made you feel like you wanted to cry.

It would be your first time with a girl and somehow you froze, maybe just because you were just awe-struck by Felicia’s beauty or just because of the sheer fear that you could fuck this up. Felicia realized it soon and quickly raised from her place in the bed and stood from the place where she was, taking your hand and holding it tightly.

“y/n, don’t be afraid”

You simply shook your head, swallowing. “I just really want you,” you panted breathlessly and Felicia winced at your comment but before you could ask her what was wrong, her eyes shifted to your exposed breast and began to hungrily kiss them.

You massaged her scalp as she administered all the attention and devotion to your chest and you quickly fell backward, your head hit the pillows behind it as Felicia pressed herself against you. You couldn’t help to squirm and yelped as Felicia’s lips latched onto your right nipple, sucking it harshly before she changed over to the other. You were heaving and letting out small sighs as Felicia dig her fingers into the flesh of your hips and thigh, your core was dripping as you looked down to see Felicia’s eyes trained on your reaction.

She smirked as heard you whining about her stopping, she quickly pressed her lips firmly against you, her tongue playing with yours before she spoke.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” she whispered as her lips ghosted over yours but you only moaned as you felt her hardened nipples against yours.

“Hardy, don’t tease.” You complained as you cupped her face and pulled her down roughly for another kiss but she quickly pulled away with a mischievous smile.

“Come on Stark,” she panted as she looked at you. “I want to watch you beg”

You were pretty sure your mind snapped after that.

Before you knew it, Felicia pressed her digits to your clothed clit and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes to the back of your head and opened your mouth at the sensation, but you wanted more. But you simply whined, not wanting to actually say anything but Felicia shook her head.

“Say it” she rasped.

“Please, touch me” you finally begged as you squirmed under her touch.

It was such an unbelievable turn on to hear Felicia’s dark laugh before she slipped her hand into your panties, stroking your entrance with her fingers as she nipped your earlobe. Your breath hitched, and you moaned, holding onto the sheets of your bed as she pumped a finger, and then two inside of you as she worked on your wetness. You gasped in bliss and soon you were arching your hips to get closer to her hand as waves of fire passed through your body, she was so good to you.

She was pressing against all your sensitive spots as she placed hot kisses on your mouth and wherever she could, it didn’t take too long for you to scream her name, your walls flittered around her fingers and your breath began to come in ragged pants. You didn’t know exactly how it happened since you were feeling so busy as she administered all the attention to your core, but soon your mouth found Felicia’s shoulder and before you knew it you bite into her skin, she whimpered and moaned at your reaction.

“Fuck…” she moaned as she dipped her head onto your shoulder, having to stop one second.

And you felt able to breathe again and before Felicia could protest, you switched positions and quickly took Felicia’s arms and placed them over her head.

She giggled.

“Didn’t take you for a top, y/N!” she screamed at the end as you placed two fingers on her core without much anticipation and began to administer the same care to her as she had done for you.

You pushed Felicia’s panties off her legs and spread her legs wider, you wanted to watch how she came undone under you. It was almost hypnotic how your fingers would get lost on her core and how you would be touching her in all the right spots, you then pressed on her clit with your thumb and it just made her moan louder, you went deeper and incomprehensible noises left Felicia’s lips. It was just too much and before you knew it, you simply dived down between her legs.

Felicia tasted like candy and you hummed into her core as you buried your mouth inside of it, tongue on her entrance and making her scream your name. You quickly placed your hands under her legs and grabbed her hips tightly as you continued administering attention to her core, with so much love and care that it seemed like you would die if you weren’t pleasuring her. Then you wrapped your lips around her clit and flicked it with your tongue before you continue to kiss her and in that second one of her hands flew to your head, tugging your hair.

You smiled as you watched her edging, you quickly decided to touch and grab her butt, pulling her in even closer. But before you knew it, Felicia was raised from her position ad pulling away from you, she grabbed you by your chin and captured your lips into a vulgar kiss, her tongue tangling sensually with yours.

But you pulled away. “I wanted to make you cum,” you panted as she licked her lips, tasting herself before she shook her head.

“I’ll make you cum first,” she whispered before she threw you against the bed, a little bit too harsh. “It’s an order,” she said and you felt a shiver ran down your spine because of the anticipation.

Felicia smiled, you could see her cheeks flushed pink and her cat-like grin as she placed a peck against your lips and began to kiss your body, from your chest to your middle to your core. The way Felicia was licking you, sucking you, seemed like too much. You might’ve screamed, moaned, gasped, or all three at once, maybe you whined but you couldn’t remember. It almost seemed like you had blacked out by how she was kissing you down there, how she was pressing on your clit and fucking you with her mouth.

It wasn’t like when Peter had already done it but for obvious reasons, this seemed more intense. The way Felicia was so purposefully working on you, had you gasping for air. It was wild, just like Felicia was, it was pure heat and fire, sweat dripping from your naked skin as Felicia held you down so hard that she probably left bruises. She knew what she was doing to you and it became more than obvious that she wanted to keep going as you felt the fire pooling on your stomach and your legs began to shake, it didn’t take long for you to feel yourself clenching and shuddering around Felicia’s tongue or fingers and you started to come apart at the seams.

Felicia smiled as she felt it and look at you screaming her name, everything exploding with fire as wave after wave of your orgasms seized your body. White light danced on your vision and ripples of blinding pleasure erupted through your body. Your breath was labored as Felicia came back up and pressed her lips against yours, while you tried to catch your breath and slowly drifted back to earth after your release.

“You were so good,” Felicia whispered as she placed small kisses over your body and then quickly stood from the bed into the bathroom of your room.

You were still trying to recover as you watched her naked body entering the bathroom and then heard how she used the sink before she came out with a towel and carefully cleaned you. You smiled at Felicia who quickly put her underwear on and began to look for her dress while you watched her from the bed.

It was such a completely new experience for you, that you were still a bit in awe about what had happened, you quickly put on your underwear and wrapped the towel around your torso while Felicia looked at herself in your large mirror while she fixed her make-up and her dress. Part of you was extremely happy that it had finally happened but then, another part of you wished that Felicia could just stay in bed and talk to you about it.

“That was…” you started, hoping that it would pull her in.

But both of your heads snapped at the loud noise coming from your door. There was knocking a loud, knocking on your door and as the seconds passed it became almost violent.

“y/n?” Felicia asked as she took her jacket and her pursed and walked back to one of the corners of your room, the one farther away from your door.

You frowned at the incessant knocking and quickly took the towel off, running to get your dress and putting it on as the pounding continued. You were still trying to zip your dress and jumped when you finally got close to the door and ordered HAPPY, your AI, to open the door.

As the door opened your eyes widened as you looked at Peter barging into the room. Peter glanced at you and he stayed still for a moment, he could tell almost immediately and it felt like someone had just punched all the air out of his lungs. He saw your disheveled hair and how your dress wasn’t fully zipped, he could also see the messy blankets behind you on your bed and he had to close his eyes for a second, otherwise, he was sure he would’ve broken something at the moment.

He hated it, Felicia had been successful at sucking you in and now Peter knew why.

He finally opened his eyes and decided to get back to what he was doing, he shot a glare at Felicia.

“Felicia,” Peter growled as he walked closer to her while Felicia took a defensive stance.

Before he could get somehow closer, you walked in front of Peter and stopped him. Firmly placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back, defending Felicia.

“What do you want, Parker?” you growled at him but Peter didn’t place the attention on you, instead he stared at Felicia disdainfully.

Peter didn’t want to talk to you about it, if his wishes came true, you wouldn’t even be in the room right now. It was taking all his willpower not to drag you out of the room and lock you out before he began to try to capture Felicia, he just didn’t want to hurt you in the process.

“Give it back, Felicia.” He growled once more and you could see his hands forming into fists, he was holding it so tightly that you were sure that Peter would get moon marks on his palms.

But you brushed the thought off as the words of Peter dawned on you. You frowned at Peter’s comment and you turned towards Felicia, who was giving another step back as she defensively looked at you.

“What are you talking about?” you asked Peter coldly, while your eyes were still linked to Felicia’s greyish-purple eyes.

“Your girlfriend stole the repulsor prototype!” Peter snapped at her and you felt your heart sinking on your chest. “I checked the security footage; she stole it and she’s going to give it to-”

“Shut up!” Felicia’s angry scream cut off Peter as you could feel your head shaking automatically at Peter’s accusation.

There was no way Felicia had done it, otherwise, it would mean that nothing that had happened with you was true, that the feelings that you were harboring with Felicia were based on a lie, that she had never cared or loved you, that Peter was right, that she was only using you.

And then your eyes fell onto her hands and how hard and tight she was holding her small bag.

“Felicia…”

The way Felicia’s eyes were almost tearing up, how she glanced away from you wanting to avoid your gaze and her chin began to tremble. It was almost palpable the regret on her, the guilt seemed to be eating her alive and you felt like you wanted to vomit.

“Felicia, tells me it’s not true,” you whispered once more as you looked at her, you felt your tears pooling in your eyes but Felicia didn’t move. “Answer me!” you screamed at her, it ripped through your chest and it was so loud that both, Felicia and Peter, jumped at your reaction.

Peter could feel the weight of your emotions on his shoulders, he knew that he had fucked up by bringing you into this but there was no other way, Felicia was on a mission and Peter couldn’t allow her to finish it.

“Felicia, you don’t have to go to Kingpin,” he offered while he stepped forward to where you were standing but Felicia simply chuckled ironically.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about Spidey” she spat at him while she quickly took a defensive stand and let her heels on the floor, she was ready to fight.

But Peter wanted nothing of the sort.

“We don’t want anyone getting hurt,” he insisted but before he could add something, both Felicia and you spoke.

“Too late for that,” Felicia’s silvery and wobbly voice said at the same time with your wavery and soft voice.

You looked at each other with so much hurt in your eyes that you wanted to explode into tears right there and then but the anger and the rage were too much. The feeling of betrayal ran through your body like fuel and before you knew it, you were tapping your breacelet and the nanobots began to spread on your arm and before you knew it, you were shooting your repulsors at Felicia.

Felicia, as talented as she was, quickly dodge your shots but soon Peter took out his webs and began to fire them as Felicia tried to avoid both of your attacks on her in your room. You tried not to care as you would blow up a part of your room, simply wanting to catch Felicia before she did something stupid but before you knew it, she was placing the sleeves of her suit. Her claws appearing from one moment to another as she secured the bag across her body and began to perform a serious act of gymnastics while she tried to avoid you.

Peter managed to get one of Felicia’s ankle’s as she finished performing a backflip to dodge one of your repulsors shots but when she fell onto the floor, she swiftly glanced down at the web and cut it with her nails before she was avoiding your hits too, in one second you fire your window, destroying part of your room and also allowing the cold wind of November to hit you, but Felicia smirked at your mistake.

“Don’t go Felicia”, you growled at her but she simply glanced at you with red eyes.

Before you knew it, she was taking the repulsor out of her bag, the gauntlet where Harley and Tony had decided to place the repulsor for more standard trials on her hand. She placed it on hers and before you knew it, she was pointing at you.

You weren’t wearing your full suit at the moment, simply your arms but Felicia just closed your eyes and looked away, then she fired at you. Peter realized it and quickly tried to grab you so he could avoid you getting blown up but he was too late, your fingers brushing before the explosion sent you off to different parts of the room. Your body hit the wall, hard, you felt your head bouncing against it and then you fell onto the floor that was filled with debris and broken glass.

Your vision turned blurry and the last thing you remembered was Felicia watching you from the window before she quickly jumped out, then everything turned black.

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i’m so sorry for the delay and like for the typos you might find in this chapter bUT IT’S FINALLY UP AND WE HAVE ONLY TWO CHAPTERS LEFT. I had to cut this chapter so I could make the next one a bit longer and this one shorter, next one we are getting a reveal and also tears and post break up glow.

Last chapter didn’t got any reblogs or notes but it was okay because it allowed me to take my time to write this one and part of the next one. Although Im really excited to see what are your thoughts about the smut with Felicia and Felicia in general. Only one of you saw it coming I think hehe. But i’m really happy about the fact that we only have to chapters left. I love to hear your theories. and i’m always really happy that you are enjoying this with me and i hope you are happy with this chapter, either if you are team felicia or team peter.

as always, the new sneek peak for the next chapter is going to be on. the masterlist if you want to see what’s coming next!

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The Angel By His Side

Agarus and Virgil are best friends. One day while they're hanging out, Virgil grows curious of Agarus's wings and not only discovers Agarus is ticklish, but also unlocks some more of Agarus's puppy-like behaviour!

Agarus Lershal is an OC that belongs to @agarus-fallen-lershal. I hope I wrote the character right! And of course, I hope you like it!

Agarus and Virgil have been best friends for a long while. Despite the many differences between the two, Virgil and Agarus got along really well. They were both somewhat shy individuals who struggled in the social department. They both loved halloween, they both loved listening to music, they both enjoyed dressing up in darker outfits (Though, Agarus will go for a brighter palette sometimes) and both adults enjoyed being in comfort clothing most often. Though, there were some differences between the two. Specifically, where they came from.

Virgil was the anxious side of Thomas sanders, who lived his days in the mind palace or in the living room helping Thomas. Agarus was a fallen angel who was brought to earth. They soon got used to the earthly values, and still loved to fly around better than walk. Funnily enough, Agarus can recall a time when Virgil downright told them: “Whoa, you’re part bat? Cool.” Agarus found that assumption to be hilarious, and let the man know that they weren’t a bat.

“Hey Agarus. You okay?” Virgil asked.

Agarus left their thoughts. “Yeah, I’m alright.” Agarus replied. “Why?” They asked back.

“You...seem lost in thought.” Virgil explained.

Agarus nodded in understanding. “Yeah...I was.” Agarus admitted. “But I’m completely down to earth now.” Agarus added.

Virgil snickered. “Really? I thought you were still in heaven?” Virgil joked.

“Hey!” Agarus yelled with a smirk, pushing him down and making him giggle.

Agarus went back to their drawing while Virgil continued listening to music. Virgil didn’t really get much farther into his playlist though, thanks to Agarus’s black wings. The wings were flapping and moving around while Agarus was drawing. Have their wings always moved whenever they were distracted? Or is that a new thing?

Virgil soon got off his bed and walked up to the wings. He started watching the wings curiously as they flapped like a fan. The wings were made out of multi-layered feathers that transitioned from black to bright red near the tips. It was very pretty to see upon multiple glances. The feathery look was always familiar to him. But...did they feel as feathery as they looked? If so, how soft?

Virgil decided to feel Agarus’s wings. What he DIDN’T expect from Agarus, was a guffaw and a snort to come out of their mouth! Virgil quickly retreated his fingers and giggled at the funny reaction. “Yohohou ohokahahay?” Virgil asked.

Agarus grabbed the touched wing and brushed off it with their hand. “What were you doing?” Agarus asked.

“I was just trying to feel your wings! But you can snort?!” Virgil reacted.

Agarus shrunk their body down and hid their face behind their hands and wings. Virgil just found the use of their wings for defense, super ironic in this situation. So, to show this, Virgil poked and scratched the very red tips of the wings.

“EEEEEK!” Agarus squealed, hugging their fists against their chest and flapping their wings as far back as possible.

Virgil just giggled like crazy from this reaction! “Oh my gosh that was so cute!” Virgil reacted.

Agarus grumbled at first, but soon made a smile and blepped at him. Virgil gasped. “You DARE blep to me like that?!” Virgil joked.

Agarus doubled over and fell into a fit of giggles. “Yohohohou’re sohohoho weheheird!” Agarus told him.

“Mm hmm...mhm, okay. So, you think you can get away with being this adorable?” Virgil asked, playing around.

“YYYYES!” Agarus replied proudly.

Virgil quickly jumped onto them and started squeezing their sides. “AAEEEEEEhehehehehe!” Agarus squealed yet again. Agarus started wiggling around letting out tons of squeaky giggles.

“Ooooh! We have ourselves a squeaky little mouse!” Virgil declared.

“Nohohohohoho! Nahahat ahaha mohohohouhuse!” Agarus giggled more.

“Oooooh...Then what ARE you?” Virgil asked, moving his fingers to their belly.

Agarus bursted into a brand new fit of laughter. “Ihihihi’m ahahahaha bahahahahat!” Patton declared happily.

“Oooooh! Another squeaky being. So, you’re a cute little puppy baby bat fly fly baby dog?” Virgil asked.

Agarus just laughed even more at that! “SUHUhuhure!” Agarus replied.

“Ooooooh! Then perhaps my special baby dog likes raspberries?” Virgil suggested.

Agarus’s eyes widened. “RAHASPBERRIHIES?!” They yelled.

“Aaaand here they come!” Virgil teased, leaning down. “In 1...2…” Virgil took in a big breath and blew a big raspberry on their sides!

“eeEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Agarus squeaked and laughed. “VIHIHIRGIHIHIL!” Agarus yelled.

“Yes, my baby bat fly fly baby dog?” Virgil teased.

Agarus just laughed more! “CAHAHAN YOHOHOHOU-” Agarus paused their words when Virgil blew another raspberry right on their belly! Agarus squealed and laughed somewhat hysterically again! “YAHAHAHAHAY!” Agarus reacted.

Virgil lifted his head up. “Did...did you just openly celebrate being raspberried?” Virgil asked.

Agarus fell into a fit of nervous giggles this time, and covered up their mouth before nodding their head.

Virgil tilted his head to the side curiously. “Why?” He asked.

Agarus looked just about everywhere but Virgil’s face. They had no clue what to really say to him. But thankfully, it didn’t take long for Virgil to catch up on his own.

“Ooooooh…You...you like it, don’t you?” Virgil realized very soon.

Agarus folded their wings in front and covered up their own face even more. Virgil giggled. “You know that covering your face with one of your most ticklish spots just proves my point, right?” Virgil added.

Agarus uncovered one eye and looked at Virgil. Not sure what else to say, Agarus nodded their head.

Virgil smirked excitedly. “Oooooh! This is quite the breakthrough to Agarus’s hidden identity!” Virgil told them! “Do you want more tickles?” Virgil asked.

Agarus uncovered everything and nodded like a super excited dog.

Virgil chuckled. “Okay!” Virgil started skittering his fingers on Agarus’s ribs. “How about your ribs? Do you like your ribs being tickled?” Virgil asked.

Agarus shrieked almost immediately and started laughing and wiggling around under Virgil’s grasp. If it weren’t for the tickle attack they were being succumbed to, Agarus would’ve probably said ‘Yes! I love it! Please keep going!’. But, they were too busy laughing. So, they showed it in their cheerful laughter and their need to lean into the ticklish fingers.

“I’ll happily take that as a yes!” Virgil answered his own question. “Now, what about...HERE?” Virgil started drilling his fingers into Agarus’s hips.

“VIRGILl- NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA!” Agarus bursted out laughing, just giving up the small bit of struggle they had left.

“Yes, Agarus?” Virgil replied.

“NAHAHAT MYHYHYHY HIHIHIHIPS!” Agarus yelled back at him.

Virgil let out a long sigh. “Fiiiiine.” He replied before retreating his fingers. “Guess I’m going for your wings then!” Virgil declared bluntly.

“Okay, go- WAITWHAT?!” Agarus snorted and covered their mouth as slightly muffled cackles left their lungs.

Virgil was lightly stretching a wing out and skittering his fingers all over the upper and middle parts of the wing. Agarus flapped their free wing and aggressively kicked their feet as they cackled and snorted uncontrollably. Their wings were a SUPER bad spot on them! So Virgil stretching out their wings and taking advantage of how ticklish they were, was a SUPER BOLD MOVE! HOW DARE HE PULL AN ILLEGAL ACT LIKE THIS!?

Virgil continued to tickle their wings for a while, and mentally took note of the wing spots that tickled more than others. The upper wings and the red tips seemed to be a bad spot that got Agarus wiggling and cackling the most! But the moment Virgil even slightly scratched the inner wing that connected to their back, Agarus SCREAMED! It sounded like it just about killed their vocal cords as well! It was pretty much the human equivalent of an alarm sound that told Virgil to not even ATTEMPT that spot! LEAVE THAT SPOT ALONE!

And leave it, he did! Virgil let go of Agarus’s wings, pulled his hands up in arrest, and quickly caught Agarus as they fell into his arms. “I’m so sorry if I took it too far.” Virgil apologized, scared he may have overdid it.

Agarus was a giggling, snorting mess. Their breathing was super interrupted by giggles and snorts, meaning talking was also temporarily off the list. Virgil did all he could to calm Agarus down. He removed their sweater to reveal their undershirt, he rolled up their pants, he moved their bangs off their forehead and he also gave them some water. Agarus happily took the water and mentally thanked him for trying to cool them down.

But when Virgil was about to stand back up with the empty cup, Agarus grabbed his wrist. Agarus looked up at Virgil in almost desperation and yearning for something. “Yes Agarus?” Virgil replied.

Agarus stretched their hands out to him and opened and closed them. This was Agarus’s childish version of ‘I want cuddles’. Virgil smiled and chuckled at Agarus’s child-like personality, and wrapped his arms around them. Agarus smiled and snuggled themself happily into Virgil’s warm embrace. He’s always nice and warm with his sweater on. That made him automatically comfy to snuggle.

They snuggled for a little while. Virgil laid beside them and kept them from leaving his tight grasp. But Agarus started to crave some more tickles. But not the heavy, breath-taking tickles. Agarus craved some feather-light tickles. Agarus decided to take the feather aspect of the tickles to heart, and plucked a long feather off their own wing. Even though a black feather was missing, Agarus’s wings were so multi-layered that you couldn’t tell that a feather had been plucked from their wings.

Agarus fluttered the feather on Virgil’s cheek to wake him up, and put the feather in his hand. “Hm? What-” Virgil looked down and saw the feather in his hand. “Is this...one of your own?” Virgil asked. Agarus gave a nod in reply, before pointing to their own ears. Virgil smiled as he started to understand the body language. “You want me to tickle your ears with the feather?” Virgil translated out loud. Agarus smiled happily and nodded, even wagging their bone tail to show their eager attitude.

Virgil chuckled to himself and quickly started fluttering the feather around on their ear. Agarus’s mouth quickly widened as giggles left their mouth. They snuggled closer to Virgil and gratefully enjoyed the tickles. Virgil quickly started to enjoy tickling Agarus with the feather. Their cute little giggles, their wide, contagious smile and their flustered face was an absolute treasure to behold.

“Do you realize just how adorable you are?” Virgil asked them. Agarus’s blush filled their face and their nose a little more. But despite how embarrassed they felt, Agarus nodded. “Wow! And you’re happily admitting it?” Virgil reacted. Agarus started giggling more at his reaction. “I think this may be a first! Ladies and gentlemen, an adorable bean who takes compliments! Please give Agarus a hand!” Virgil declared.

Agarus bursted into laughter from that. “Yohohou’re suhuhuch aha dohohork!” Agarus told him.

“Oh? I’m a dork now? Hmm...Maybe I should go for one of your melt spots then.” Virgil suggested.

Virgil moved his hands to their back and started lightly scratching and rubbing their back. Agarus started to smile as they practically melted to the touch. It felt amazing. It was such a nice spot to be tickled on. Agarus’s eyes quickly started to droop from heaviness. It was growing impossible to keep their eyes open while their back was being scratched and massaged.

To make things even better, Virgil moved to the fallen angel’s bone tail. Agarus’s bone tail was a few extra vertebrae that were connected to their spine and narrowed down to a point near the end. The moment the tail was scratched, Agarus practically started purring. The back was a really good spot to go for, but it was nothing compared to their tail. Their tail was the perfect go-to spot for putting the angel to sleep. And boy, did it work.

It didn’t take long at all for Agarus to fall into a deep sleep within Virgil’s grasp. Virgil smiled and watched Agarus sleep for a bit. It was times like these that made their friendship so worthwhile. Seeing the angel sleeping in his arms, was like seeing a baby sleep in his arms. It was so peaceful to watch, that it started to make the holder fall asleep as well.

Soon enough, Virgil’s eyes began to get droopy too. It was hard to fight off the sudden need for sleep. So, Virgil succumbed to it. Virgil fell into a deep sleep with Agarus. But just before he fell into REM sleep, Virgil summoned a thin blanket for the two of them.

#platonic relationships #platonic cuddling #ticklefic #ler!virgil #lee!agarus

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forgive-me-your-highness · 3 years

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I ask you a question. You answer a question. Repeat.

Easy peasy lemon squeezy! Although lemons are sour and I'm sweet

What are three shows in your watchlist that you’ve been meaning to get to?

Surprisingly none! I stick with my favorites, well, I am catching up on The Good Doctor right now.

Describe your favorite pair of socks

Thick fuzzy ones, they're gray knit with soft fluffy insides and have polar bear faces sewed onto the front.

Do you like smoothies?

Mhm! I make a banana/strawberry/blueberry/spinach one everyday.

What do you wear when you have to dress nicely?

I have some nice pants + shirt/vest duo as well as a nice navy lace dress, just depends on what I want to wear.

How do you like your eggs?

Scrambled, fried, and hard boiled in that order.

What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book?

I fold the corner. Blasphemy I know.

What color dominates your closet?

Black or blue.

Do you collect anything? If so, what?

Hmm I used to collect funko pop's but I only collected the ones I liked and now I have them. I guess I don't collect much, sometimes shells from beaches and stuff.

What sounds or scents calm you down?

There's a specific frog audio that my mom played for me when I was very young that helped me sleep, it's turned into a comfort sound for me now. Lavender or the perfume my mom uses is also comforting.

What’s your favorite kind of uquiz question? (Lyric, color, aesthetic, etc)

I like aesthetic with pictures. I can't read to save my life.

Do you wear glasses or contacts?

Nope, although I have a feeling I might need some.

What’s something about your best friend that you love?

Even if we're hours apart I still get to spend more time with them than anyone else. They take the time to talk to me and I'm always eager to relax and hang out with them. They're so smart and even helped me with a subject I struggle in.

Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil?

Pen, if I'm writing in pencil I have to be using a mechanical one.

What are some places where you feel most at home?

My bed and room, anywhere soft and cozy. The beach too.

Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names?

I only have one and it's an aloe plant I keep in my room. It doesn't have a name.

Describe your favorite hoodie. How long have you had it? What makes it unique?

AH okay my favorite one currently! It's a light blue hoodie from Tilly's that says "Stay away please and thank you" and I absolutely live in it. Had it for a few months now.

What’s the last thing you ordered online?

Skyward Sword HD!

What’s one historical event that you would have liked to have witnessed?

Bit morbid but either the Salem Witch Trials, Black Plague, or the disappearing of one of the British Colonies.

What’s your favorite Halloween costume from when you were a kid?

I dressed as Ariel a lot, I want to say I dressed as Merida in elementary as well.

What kind of math are you best at?

Angles and Shapes.

What’s your favorite period in art history, your favorite famous work and/or your favorite style of art? If you don’t know any that’s ok!

Well, I don't know the period of art but anything that has to do with water color I adore.

Iced or hot drinks?

Hmm Iced.

Which songs do you like to sing in the shower?

Um not many sadly. Was teased for doing that so I quit years ago.

Are you a good driver?

LMAO NO, I'm learning soon but I have run over a tree on a golf cart among many other things.

Do you have any piercings or tattoos? Are there any that you want?

Only one lobe pierced, my right one. There's a handful of tattoo's I want if I wasn't a pussy, as well as piercings. Lip and tongue definitely, nipples, more on my ears, I don't like anything too drastic I'd probably just keep studs or small hoops.

Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialties?

Mhm! I bake super good brownies and my favorite thing to cook is either meat rice balls or omelets.

Do you have any keychains on your home or car keys? Describe them!

Oh I have MANY. I keep a green rupee chain on my key, I have a Legend snack keychain, a Four Sword, Minish Cap Link, and Vaati on my backpack. Purse has Midna and Wild as well as Toon Zelda.

Can you swim very well? Do you like swimming?

I can swim, not gracefully, but I certainly won't drown. I do like to swim!

Did you play with Legos as a kid? What was your favorite set?

HELL YEAH I DID! Ninjago my beloved! My favorite set I owned is probably, well it ties between, The Monastery and the Destiny's Bounty, and my original first season sets are Cole's Earth Drill from Season 2 and my Ratla Bike from Season 1!

Is your closet organized? If so, how?

At one house absolutely not. At the other I have my dresser in one half, shirts hung on other, folded sheets on the closet floor + a bin for old stuffed animals.

What’s the last music video you watched?

Umm I think Bottom of the Deep Blue by MISSIO? I'm not one for music videos but it was in a playlist.

If you could dye your hair any color, regardless of how you think it would look, what color would you choose?

Oh man I've done this so many times. I'd go for a purple again or a deep ocean blue.

Headphones or earbuds?

HEADPHONES, hands down, 100%

Can you read analog clocks?

Yup! Surprisingly I was one of two people who could read one in a class so I was dubbed the time keeper.

Describe your favorite stuffed animal, either now or from when you were a kid.

I have two. One is a sesame street character I've had for years. His fur is matted down and he has been patched up so many times. I also have a newer Toothless plush I love.

What’s an arcade or table game (air hockey, ping pong, etc) that you’re really good at?

Air Hockey, I kick ASS at that!

Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking?

Not at all! So long as I don't accidentally bump them all will go smooth.

What’s one show you watch or musician you listen to that your friends know nothing about?

Hmm probably music by John Powell or Rozen.

What was the best part of your day today?

Getting to hang out with my favorite Toad, hands down. They bring so much joy!

What’s your favorite kind of tree?

Birch or Weeping Willow. Basic bitch I know.

What scent is your deodorant?

Fucking uhh pomegranate or something?

Do you have any games on your phone? If so, which one(s) is/are your favorite?

I do yup! I like Axalochi and Bubble Pop

Do you shower with the lights on or off?

ON?? PEOPLE SHOWER WITH LIGHTS OFF?? It could be broad daylight and I still turn the light on.

What do you do with spare change?

Save it in jars. I kid you not.

Do you have good handwriting?

Ehhh it's not the best but it's not the worst.

What’s the last thing a friend recommended to you that you looked into and actually liked?

Heheh, Zelda/Zelda ships. So fucking good.

Do you like to go on walks?

Yes! Depending on who I'm with I love to.

Do you have a favorite plate or bowl?

Hmm no I don't think so. I do have favorite silverware though.

What’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining?

Stay inside, open a window to listen, and chat with my friends or draw.

Describe your perfect sleeping conditions

Cold, bundled in blankets, hood pulled up and sock on, cuddled up to a pillow or someone I love. Cat resting on my chest or curled up against my tummy if I'm laying on my side.

#Toad and Frog ask too many questions #Red's Dumbassery Continues

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djnicklesanddimes · 3 years

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“GET TO KNOW ME” TAG GAME

rules: answer the questions and tag people you’d like to get to know better!

Tagged by: @jediofbooksandsnacks

Thank you!! :3 I’m so glad i’m on my laptop when i saw this.

What do you prefer to be called name-wise?

uhhh Miranda probably. djnicklesanddimes is a bit of a mouthful :0

When is your birthday?

3 days before Halloween! I don’t really feel too much like a Scorpio tho.

Where do you live?

The most western tip of New York in the good old US

Three things you are doing right now:

Working on some chibi art, trying to get back into digital stuff. Trying to get back into anything really.

Taking a break from drawing to check socials, knowing that i’m going to have to start winding down for bed soon. I go to work pretty early.

I guess not trying to over think about stuff? It happens to often. Stupid stuff is always happening at work, I should be drawing more, working on my comic, digging myself out of the retail hellhole. It goes on and on.

Four fandoms that have piqued your interest?

Psycho Pass!!!

I guess I’m not too active in anything else but probably the most I’m interested in is,

Fullmetal Alchemist

Fruits Basket

Star Wars (I’m so happy to see other Star Wars fans here, my family’s been total nerds since we were kids)

How has the pandemic been treating you?

I work in one of the big retail stores that made huge profits from the pandemic and never closed. Some days are better than others and it was a real surreal experience when everything shut down at the beginning. They made us walk a long way down the side of the building to get in a side door for temp checks. (Which was dark since I work super early) But they moved it over it a safe place now. It sucks that I didn’t get a break like a lot of people did. I’m grateful for the job but we need a break from the madness too. I thought I was going to do a lot of projects this year but I ended up doing less and falling into deep depression and anxiety. I’m trying my best to carry on and eventually get better and back to more of myself!

Thank you to everyone that is on the frontlines and following the guide lines. Especially those who are kind to us poor retail workers.

I will say though that the best thing out of this year was that I was finally able to adopt a cute kitty cat! I haven’t had one since I was 15 and I adore cats!

A song you can’t stop listening to right now:

I don’t really have just one right now, been mostly listening to a playlist but Darkness Dies by Disciple has been running through my head lately.

How old are you?

School, University, occupation other?

I tried college twice at two different schools but had financial troubles so I wasn’t able to finish. I’ve been working retail for 8 years now. I need to build a portfolio so that some day I can leave and do what I really want to do. I’m also working on a graphic novel that I hope will be published some day. Wether it be on a small scale or not, that’s the dream.

Do you prefer heat or cold?

Cold! No heat! I think i’ve adapted to living in a colder climate, I can not stand the heat in the summer. It’s easier for me to put on layers and blankets than dying in the heat. Plus New York can be pretty during the changing months.

Name one fact that others may not know about you.

I guess it might not be totally about me but it’s the only one I can think of,

Both my parents got remarried and had kids. And when they did, their kids birthdays were right next to the birth parents that we share. So my one sister, that my mom had when I was 13, her birthday is 8/31 and my mom’s is 9/1. And my other sister that is 23 years apart from me, that’s my dad’s kid(he was almost 50 by the way, and my stepmom is not that far behind) her birthday is 9/27 and my dad’s is 9/28. It’s super weird.

Are you shy?

Super shy! I don’t always show that here but that’s cause it’s easier to talk and I ramble and overshare in the tags lol. But I don’t think I’m a super interesting person or have lots to share, so my friend circle is very small. I don’t talk to them like I should.

Pronouns?

She/her

Biggest pet peeve?

Lazy people that make hard workers do all the work.

What is your favorite “dere” type?

There’s a Nyan-dere that’s a cat like girl I guess lol

But to go more classic probably Tsundere. Kyo Souma is still an anime crush for me. Tsunderes have the cutest character growth.

Rate your life from 1-10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be.

Well I should be grateful. I have a decent apartment, don’t have to starve, have plenty of tech, car to drive, a fiancé that loves me and I love back, and a cute kitty cat. There’s a lot that I wish I had or could go better so I’d say 7/10 because I have a lot I need to improve on myself before I can get it back to as happy as it was before. This year has been rough.

What’s your main blog?

This one!

List your side blogs and what they’re used for.

I had made a Psycho Pass one a long time ago but never did anything with it. I like connecting with people on my main I guess.

Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends?

I’m just super awkward and weird. Communication is not my strong suite, I’m used to staying in my head a lot and not having too many people interested in me. But start talking nerdy stuff and that usually helps opening the connection. I get confused easily and I’m still learning a lot about myself even as I get closer to my 30′s.

So, don’t feel like you need to do this, all right? It’s cool either way. I’ll tag @stressmix @charliemcarthy @justduckie1031 @dragon-cyn

… and anyone else who sees this and wants to join in.

No spoons? No problem. If you’re not feeling it, then I get that. I hope you enjoy the day. 😊

#@jediofbooksandsnacks #thanks! this was fun i hope i didn't ramble too much lol #also just want to check in with my friends and make sure everyone is okay #but no pressure as always :3

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shuahoonie · 4 years

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bed, booze, and him. [tom holland]

PAIRING: college!tom holland x reader

SUMMARY: life as a university student is already hard. sharing a flat with two college guys (one semi-decent, one all-around-annoying) just to get through paying the rent? funnily enough, even harder. it’s halloween plus midterms just ended so that means parties are never-ending and students are getting wasted. you should be out partying but you're stuck finishing a paper. how are you going to survive the night again?

WARNINGS: swearing as per usual! mentions of alcohol! slight mention of blood! friends living that domestic life! reader literally being in love with their bed and i cannot stress that enough! otp sharing a bed????? what????

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

SONG INSPO: drunk on halloween - wallows

A/N: hiya babes! another long-ass note here! thank you for all the kind words that i’ve received from ragnarok. i apologize as i’ve been slacking lately! i really tried to write whenever i had time but i’m mostly occupied with work & university. i’ll try to post something throughout the semester. [though no promises! the semester is going by way too fast and i’m trying to keep up lmao] in the meantime, enjoy this fluff that was based on a prompt that would’ve been poppin’ during 2013 lmao. also, can i just say how hard it is to figure out what type of songs tom listens to lmao.i based it off from this playlist i found on spotify! go give it a look 💛

gif credits: @tmholland

vanessa’s masterlist

“’Cause you make me feel like, I’ve been locked out of heaven.” A shirtless Tom sang loudly, looking for a top to go with his denim jeans. The basket of freshly done laundry was sitting on top of the couch when Tom started rummaging through it.

“Oi, oi.” You called out as you swatted Tom’s hands away from the laundry. “I just folded these.” You countered as you began refolding and fixing the mess that he managed to create within seconds.

“Just need a shirt,” Tom mumbled.

“Yeah, no shit.” You grunted. “The top pile is yours, dumbass.”

You didn’t even ask to do some of his laundries. He just saw you loading up yours and then started chucking some of his clothes inside of the washer. How you’ve managed to live with him, you have no clue.

“You’re welcome by the way,” You yelled sarcastically as you went back to your previous spot: the dining room table. Your notes were sprawled all over the table and sticky-notes placed on every possible page with your laptop beaming at you.

“Thank you, darling.” He grinned, showing off that pretty smile that always made everyone swoon. “Y/N, can you tell me why are you writing a paper on a Halloween night when you could be partying and drinking the night away?”

Tom was now sitting across you with his chin placed firmly on the palm of his hand, looking at your notes before turning his attention back to you.

“Look, Holland,” You sighed “not everyone is having the time of their lives after the mid-term season is over. Some of us have to catch up with papers because life wasn’t supposed to be fair.”

Tom held up his hands in surrender, “Alright darling, calm down.” He chuckled before standing up to pound on Harrison’s door again. “Mate, c’mon! You need to fucking hurry up or I’m leaving.”

You just rolled your eyes at the sound of Tom’s annoying set of knocks. “Thomas Holland, I swear to god...” You groaned.

“Y/N, darling, you know I love you but why can’t you just write in your room?” He asked.

You narrowed your eyes at him before focusing back on your notes. “I could but I don’t want to pass out on my bed with a sloppy, unfinished paper watching me sleep.” You reasoned, not looking up at him as you were busy scrawling additional information on your notes.

Tom hummed, obviously resting the argument as you’ve made your point.

You really try your hardest and make an effort not to make your room a space that you associated your works with. You always studied either in the living room or at the library. Never in your room.

You made sure that when you moved into the flat, you’d make an effort and would try to make your room as cosy as possible. You didn’t make a huge fuss regarding what you wanted. You got a skeleton-frame bookshelf, a study table, a nightstand, and a glorious bed. You had fairy lights strung up around your room as you kept the walls plain and white.

You also had to accept that your bed would put a serious dent in your budget. You bought tons of pillows that take up at least half of your bed and a duvet guaranteed to keep you warm.

You hardly meet the required amount of sleep a person needs but when you do get some zzz’s, the bed does the job and it does it well.

Your room was sacred, and both Tom and Harrison knew that.

Harrison had only been inside your room once and it was an accident. It’s not that you forbade him, it was really just a matter of respecting each other’s privacies.

Tom had been inside your room twice and none of those were accidents.

One was when he and Harrison were playing hide and seek. You were quietly watching Netflix inside your room when Tom went in to hide since he claimed that Harrison would never suspect him being inside it. He promised to do the dishes for two days if you let him hide and you did. You were satisfied with his negotiation.

The other was when he knocked on your door one night.

“Hey, do you have a bandaid?” Tom asked you as soon as you opened the door.

You raised an eyebrow at him.”Why?”

He then showed his bleeding finger which caused you to gasp. “Tom, what the hell?!”

You opened the door wider for him to come in and you quickly ran to your nightstand to grab the first-aid kit from the drawer.

“Huh,” Tom hummed and sat at the edge of your bed while you sat on the floor, gently grabbed his hand to look at his wound. “Your room is oddly inviting.” He commented.

You looked at him oddly. “I beg your pardon?”

“Hm?” You were still staring at Tom, waiting to elaborate on what he said. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that.” Tom quickly apologized as he just realized what he just said.

“Please, Tom, elaborate before it becomes awkward in the next sixty seconds.” You said almost too pleadingly as you started to clean his wound.

Tom chuckled. “What I meant was your room is dangerously comfortable.” He said as he plopped himself down causing you to hiss at him.

“Hold still, you dickhead.”

“Seriously darling, if this was my bed, I’d never get up,” Tom mumbles happily as he tried to make himself comfortable, lying in your bed.

“What were you doing that involved you and a bleeding finger anyway?” You asked.

“I was trying to cook dinner.” He answers almost shyly.

You were quiet for a moment, causing Tom to tilt his head over in your direction and look at you. You had your brow raised and disbelief was painted all over your face.

You, Harrison, and Tom at least try to do some cooking in the means of saving money. It was a pretty smart way to get through their university life without always being on the brink of getting broke. You and Harrison usually took turns in making dinner while Tom was always in charge of breakfast, seeing that he was always the first one to wake up early.

This set up was also made because Harrison claims that he doesn’t trust Tom with a knife.

“I was trying to prove to Harrison that I can make pasta without getting myself wounded in some type of way!” Tom said defensively.

Harrison was right.

You rolled your eyes playfully at him and finished up cleaning his wound. You rummaged through your kit, looking for a bandaid when you found a certain one that your friend gave you as a ‘gift’ from their trip to Japan. “There, all done.” You said after wrapping his finger with bandaid.

“Thanks, Y/N. Sorry to-” Tom stopped himself when he raised his hand to look at his newly-treated wound and saw the pink, Hello Kitty bandaid that was staring back at him.

You pulled a tight smile. “Make sure you change your bandaids every day! I have more if you need them.” You said innocently at him.

“Oh, darling,” He stood up to cup your face “I’ll make sure to knock on your door every day so you don’t worry too much.” He replied as he gently removes his hand from the side of your face.

You dropped your smile and pushed Tom towards the door. “Bye, Tom.”

Now that you’ve thought about it, this whole “it’s Halloween! take a break at least!” thing only makes you want to leave all of your work behind and just crawl up to bed.

Harrison finally stepped out of his room, looking like he’s finally ready to intoxicate himself with alcohol and release himself from the stress this semester has caused him.

“Fucking finally, mate” Tom let out a loud, exaggerated sigh as Harrison rolled his eyes at his impatient friend. “C’mon then, let’s go!”

“Can you calm down, mate?!” Harrison said as he made his way towards the kitchen. “You don’t even have a shirt on!”

Jesus Christ, why are they always like this? You thought to yourself as you watched the two bicker in front of you.

It’s always like this. The two would always have a tiny bicker every time they have to do something together. You always reasoned why on earth would they even have to do it together when they always end up bickering. They claimed that it’s all for fun and adds dynamic to their friendship.

Dynamic my ass. Easy for them to say, they’re not the ones who have to endure two annoying dumbasses.

“Could you be any louder?” You said in annoyance as you looked up from your laptop. You were about to start writing your paper, that’s due tomorrow mind you, and all you have is a sloppy mess.

For crying out loud, who even gives out papers and assigns the due date the day after Halloween when they know students are drinking themselves shitless that night? Oh, that’s right, university professors do.

And these two? Not helping. At all.

“Yes? Is there something you’d like to add, darling?” Tom asked teasingly. Not without with a huge smirk plastered on his face.

God, he’s ten times more annoying when he’s fueled by his impatientness and thirst for alcohol.

“For fuck's sake” You grunted, bringing both your hands and ran them up in your face, obviously irritated. You’ve been roommates with Tom and Harrison for almost three years and until now, Tom can still find a new way to irk you.

Tom chuckled at the sight of you, dreading to pull your hair out due to the overflowing irritation.

You stood up from the table and grabbed a black shirt from Tom’s pile of fresh laundry, then chucked it at him. “There, put that on and leave.”

“Hm,” Tom looked at the black shirt that you shoved “Sure this is okay?”

“Yes, yes, now go. I can’t work with you two here.” You waved dismissively at them. “Especially you, Holland.” You pointed out as you looked at Tom pointedly.

“Is it because you still have a crush on me, darling?” He teased, causing Harrison to chuckle.

You narrowed your eyes at Harrison, who just grinned at your frustration. “That was a long time ago, ‘ya dickhead!” You groaned, slightly embarrassed that he still remembered that time. Curse the day you and a couple of friends went out for a drink.

You had one too many drinks when Liz, a friend from your literature class, asked you a question. “Okay, I know you said that you’re friends-”

“Oh, no,” You groaned. “I know where this is going.”

“Y/N!”

“Okay, fine!” You raised your hands in defeat. “Shoot.” Fuck it, right?!

“Bed, wed, behead Luke, Josh, and Tom,” Liz stated with a teasing smile on her face.

“Oh, the choices are horrible!” You exclaimed with an awful amount of concern for such a flimsy game. “Awfully considerate of you to use this version instead of fuck, marry, kill, by the way.” You added as you took another sip from your margarita.

“Anyway, I’d kill Luke. After lashing out because I wasn’t comfortable giving out my number? Kill Luke, that easy.” You explained which earned a handful of approving nods.

“I guess I’d have to fuck Josh,” You answered as you were still weighing the pros and cons of your answers as if they really matter. “I mean I’d only have to do it once anyway.”

It was when you finished your drink when you realized what was left out of the options. “Wait,” You yelled quite obnoxiously. “I don’t want to marry Tom!”

“Okay, but you have to admit that Tom’s cute.” Liz pointed out.

“I mean,” You were flustered for a moment, “Y-yeah. Tom’ is good-looking, I’d be lying if I said otherwise but that doesn’t mean I’d like to marry him!”

“You’re taking this game way too seriously, love,” Zoë commented with an amused look on her face.

“Is that so, Y/N?” A curious voice suddenly popped up from behind you and saw Harrison with a smirk on his face.

Your friends said their quick hello’s and Haz politely returned them as well as asking how are they doing.

“God, can I have one night without seeing both of my roommates?” You groaned and buried your face in the palm of your hands.

“Well, I can grant you half of that wish,” Harrison commented before he asked the bartender for another pint of beer. “Tom’s stuck in the library, cramming for his Physics exam.”

“I told him to start his revisions early. That exam is no joke.”

“Yeah, and the bloody idiot didn’t listen,” Harrison grumbled. “But speaking of the idiot, you were saying you didn’t want to marry Tom? I didn’t even know he proposed.” He teased. “I didn’t even know you had a crush on him!”

“I will kill you in your sleep, Harrison.”

“Hey, I was just asking why you didn’t want to marry Tom.” He defended himself with a grin, obviously enjoying how flustered you were.

“What are you even doing here, Haz?” You asked, plain exasperated.

“Well, Y/N, I need to have a social life too.” Haz answered.

“Can you have a social life somewhere else then?”

“Nah,” He dismissed you and out of sheer reflex, you smacked the back of his head. “Oi!” He yelped in pain.

You and Harrison were pretty close and you two established that early when you three started living together. You two definitely bickered like siblings and everyone knew that. Tom never felt out of place with you and Harrison as you three collectively found ways to annoy one another.

“It’s okay, YN,” Zoë tried to console you for a moment before adding, “Harrison can stay.”

“You’re just saying that because you have a crush on him,” You grumbled before taking a sip of your drink.

You suddenly felt a stinging pain from your arm and saw Zoë glaring at you, cheeks blushing. “Oi, what is wrong with you?” You cried while rubbing your arm, trying to disperse the pain.

“I don’t see why you’re so deeply affected with the idea of marrying Tom,” Liz commented as she turned to you. “The two of you already fight like a married couple anyway.”

“I still would’ve loved to hear it from you, darling,” Tom commented as Harrison was fighting off a laugh behind him.

“Keep dreaming, Holland.” was all you said before turning back your attention to your laptop.

“We’re heading out for Jackson’s party, ‘mkay?” Tom called out, stuffing his phone and wallet in his back pockets.

“Mhm… sure… as if I care…” You mumbled as you started typing your essay, with your draft as reference. You were definitely annoyed at how you were spending your free time.

“I’m just saying!” Tom remarked in his defense “I just thought that maybe you’d wait up so…”

You tore your attention from your paper and looked into Tom’s eyes and said bluntly, “I don’t know how you do it, but you never fail to surprise me with that ego of yours.”

“I’ll miss you too, darling. Don’t stay up too late.” He winked then left.

"We’ll see you later, Y/N. Lock the doors!” Harrison said before waving you goodbye.

You sat up from your bed, sneering at the loud banging noise coming from outside of your door. You blindly looked for your phone and as you found it, you checked the time and it says 3:21 AM.

“For fuck's sake," You grunted as you stood up and marched your way to the living room. You’ve only been asleep for less than two hours and you were ready to kill whoever’s outside your door.

As you opened your door, you saw a very drunk Tom who looked like an absolute mess and will probably regret everything the next time wakes up. You leaned into your doorframe, as you watched Tom successfully maneuvered his way around the living room.

“Tom, it’s past 3 AM.” You groaned in exhaustion as you watched Tom, clearly drunk out of his mind, trying to keep his balance.

“Y/N, baby,” Tom greeted you, “‘ve missed you.” His speech was beginning to slur as he engulfed you in a hug.

“Holland, you reek of alcohol.” You scrunched your nose in disgust and wriggled your way out of his hug. “Come, I’ll take you to your room.”

“Nooo,” He drawled out as he dragged his footsteps inside your room, lazily walking to your bed.

“Tom, you can’t sleep here.” You argued as he still didn’t budge and just flopped on the top of your bed.

“Why not?” He murmured, clearly out of it.

“Because that’s my bed and you have your own, dumbass.” You replied as you threw your head back, frustrated. At this point, you knew it was hopeless. This was the most you’ll be getting out of him.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“What?”

“I really, really like your bed,” Tom confessed which only made you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I figured.” You commented as you began pulling out the sleeping bag stashed in the back of your closet. You often wondered why you bought this as you were never the type who camps for pure pleasure.

I guess I finally have the reason to use this now, you thought to yourself. You grabbed a couple of pillows and the plush blanket you’ve always adored then began setting them up on the floor where you will be sleeping.

You stepped outside for a minute to grab a glassful of water and some aspirin for Tom before placing them on top of your nightstand. You also stopped inside Tom’s room for a quick minute to grab some clothes for him to change in.

You didn’t know why you were doing all of it but there you were, standing in front of Tom’s closet, looking for a shirt and some sweatpants that he could change in.

After you’ve managed to grab Tom’s clothes, you popped back into your room only to find Tom completely sprawled on top of your bed. You quietly approached him and gently dabbed the damp towel (that you also prepared before coming back to your room) all over his face.

Brushing Tom’s hair away from his face, you couldn’t help but stare at him in complete awe. Until now you were still asking yourself why you’re going the extra mile for him.

Maybe you were trying to convince yourself that you’re trying to be a good friend and should be looking after him.

Maybe you were trying to convince yourself that you’re trying to be a better person and through this, you wouldn’t feel a sense of guilt if you let Tom pass out in the living room.

Or maybe those pesky little feelings that you tried to suppress were emerging once again. You did have a little crush on Tom but there was no way in hell that you’d ever admit that nor does anyone have to know.

Tom wasn’t bad. Yeah, maybe he does annoy you out of sheer pleasure but the guy wasn’t the absolute worst.

Tom always gets you coffee when he knows he went over the line and pissed you off.

He’d always leave little notes beside them too, saying “sorry if I was being an ass last night :(” or maybe something like “coffee in exchange for letting you sleep in a bad mood”.

You always said they were cheesy but you secretly adored them. You always kept the notes too, you were a sucker for those sentiments.

You pushed your thoughts in the back of your mind and gently tapped Tom’s shoulder, asking him to wake up.

He eventually obliged, half-asleep as he sat up from your bed.

“You need to change into more comfortable clothes, Tom.”

“M-don’t want to,” He murmured as he rested his head on the headboard.

“You are literally covered in sweat, dumbass.” You argued, “Also, I don’t want my sheets to smell like sweat and alcohol.”

Tom sighed as he took off his shirt and changed into clean ones. He was about to take off his pants when he caught you watching at him.

You quickly turned your attention away from him, your cheeks definitely burning from embarrassment. You didn’t even know why you were watching him in the first place.

You always see Tom shirtless so that wasn’t a huge deal, and there are a couple of instances where you saw Tom walking around the flat with just his boxers on.

Why you were suddenly embarrassed with an almost half-naked Tom, especially when this was not a foreign sight for you, only confused you.

Maybe, I’m the one who's drunk.

"Are you decent?” You asked Tom, afraid to turn around as the embarrassment was still running through your veins.

You heard a soft chuckle from Tom and he murmured “yeah” in response.

Tom laid back and took the spot at the edge of your bed as you took the sleeping bag that you prepared a little while ago.

You quickly peeped at your phone to check the time and it was almost 4 o’clock in the morning. You were wide awake now.

“Hey, Y/N?” Tom suddenly called out.

“Hmm?” You hummed in response.

“Did you know that flamingos bend their legs at their ankles and not at their knees?”

“I-uh,” You were lost for words, either at this fact or due to the fact that Tom even knows this. “What?”

“Well technically, the joints that we see on their legs are their ankles while their knees are much closer to their body and are hidden under their feathers.”

“How do you even know this?”

“I usually do a deep-dive on the web when I can’t sleep.”

“Oddly enough, that makes sense.” You confessed, chuckling.

There was a small period of silence and you suddenly wondered where Harrison was.

“Hey, do you know what happened to Harrison?” You asked out loud.

“No,” He murmured. “Why are you suddenly looking for him?”

“Well you two left together and only one of you made it home, so I think I get worried for that idiot right?”

“He probably crashed at Jackson’s or he’s hooking up with someone.” Tom answered. “I told him I was heading home and he said he wanted to stay so that’s my best guess.”

You picked up your phone and tried calling Harrison but he wasn’t picking up.

You furrowed your eyebrows and sent a text to Haz saying, “text me if you’re alive. need to know if we need to clear out your room. jk. pls text back.” followed by a “ also pls don’t do something remotely embarrassing. text back, haz. i mean it.”

The room fell into silence once again and it made you a bit uncomfortable.

“Tom?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you mind if I play some music while sleeping?”

“Go ahead, it’s your room.” He answered.

You scoffed, “Yeah, thanks for reminding me.”

“Anytime, babe.”

You connected your phone to the bluetooth speakers and put your playlist on shuffle. Soon enough Cigarettes After Sex’s song “K.”, started playing softly in the background.

You shuffled across your ‘bed’, trying to find a more comfortable sleeping position.

“This is going to kill my back when I wake up.” You mumbled to yourself.

“Sleep with me then,” You heard Tom suggest.

“I beg your pardon?!” You were appalled.

“Wha- Oh! Not like that, babe.” He quickly took it all back, trying to recover from another layer of embarrassment he just cost the two of you. “I mean yeah, sure, why not.” He joked.

“Ha ha, very funny Holland.” You said sarcastically.

“What I meant was lay down next to me. Here. In the space next to me.” He cleared out.

“I think I’ll be fine here.” You answered. “I mean what’s a day of pain right?”

“Y/N, I think we’re two grown adults. We’re just sleeping together.” Tom tried to explain which only made you wince even more.

“Tom, you really have to clarify things well.”

“We’re two grown adults, sleeping in one bed. Nothing malicious there.” He did his best to do it properly. “Besides, are you really passing up the opportunity to sleep on your outrageously comfortable bed?”

You sat up straight and shot daggers at him. “Screw you, Holland. You should be sleeping on your own bed.”

He closed his eyes and said, “’m too tired to move.”

You sighed, grabbing a few pillows and your blanket. You made your way to the empty spot of the bed, right beside Tom. “Don’t try anything, Holland.” You warned him and laid right next to him.

With his eyes still closed, he chuckled and said, “I promise, darling.”

“I’m serious, Tom. If you try something, I swear I will curse you and the next three generations of your family to fail.”

“I’ll marry you then.” retorted Tom.

Flushed from what Tom just said, you grabbed your phone to divert your attention to something else. It was then when you noticed a text message from Harrison saying, “i’m fine. crashed at jack’s lol. it’s not me you should be worried about, it’s tom. the blabbering drunk might finally confess he likes you haha.”

You quickly turned off your phone as it only left you even more flustered. Right then, you felt Tom tug your hand only to interlace his fingers with yours.

You turned to face him but he had his eyes closed. You decided to just close your eyes and force yourself to sleep.

You were slowly falling into a deep slumber when you heard soft mumbles from Tom. “Goodnight, Y/N. Going to sleep with my heart racing is harder than I thought. The things you do to me, darling, you’ll never know.”

hiya again babes, please leave some feedback!!!! whether you think it’s shit or just plain horrible! or maybe you liked it for some reason?? lmao any feedback is nice.

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clayfaced · 4 years

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POSITIVE 20 QUESTIONS TAG GAME

ily @hopeisthewholepoint i was doing this a while ago and then the draft didn’t save so this is about 30 years late by now whopps. ily thanks for tagging me tho. ❤

1. Name 4 fictional characters who showcase your personality the best, with explanations if you want.

My girl Edrisa Tanaka from Prodigal Son bc we’re both socially awkward but at least she’s unapologetic about it. I want to say I have Sam Wilson’s humor and I too do what everyone else does just slower. Raymond Holt because I love fluffy bois and I’m down to fight anyone who says anything bad about my pets. Ben Wyatt because we’re both human disasters and I like making dumb stuff when I’m bored.

2. Aesthetic

Playing pool terribly with friends, peanut butter and banana sandwiches, colorful rain jackets. Balloons, music playing from car radios, collecting movie ticket stubs. Painted nails, open windows, and fish stamps on postcards. The smell of fresh basil.

3. Favorite musical/play? (If you’ve never seen a musical or play, one you’d be interested in seeing?)

Come from Away. Hands down. Though I will say I saw recordings of the National Theater’s Frankensteins recently and both are very good but the Miller-as-the-creature version is especially good.

4. What is the best compliment you’ve ever received?

Okay this is a bit of an unfair question bc I die at any and all compliments. But one that I thought of today /a couple days ago/ a long time ago when i started writing this that made me happy again was when someone I'm in a club with let me borrow his camera to take pictures during a performance. I hadn't taken pictures in a while and I had so much fun and I don't really contribute to the club so I finally felt like I had purpose. It was hard to see how they came out on the camera but the next time I saw him he said they came out really well and someone else said that he's normally picky when it comes to photos but he liked mine so that made me feel even better and it was overall a very nice time. It wasn't even really the compliment (I mean, it still was but) it was also just the gesture to offer a camera when he heard I liked taking pictures. I didn't have my camera with me until after this and it really made me remember how much I liked it. Anyways he graduated and hasn't been in the club since last semester so I never see him but it made me v happy.

5. How many times have you been in love?

Miss me with that romantic love but I fall in love with friends and people and every little thing everyday.

6. Embarrassing story or fact about yourself that makes you laugh now?

Bold of you to assume I've recovered from anything embarrassing ever.

This is a bit of a cheat bc it was always funny but my middle school PE uniforms had words and definitions on the back of the shirts (no i don’t know why) and mine said “final: adj. last in place” or something like that and you know what? it was RIGHT.

7. Favorite Disney/Pixar movie?

Probably Up. Idk I don’t really have one.

8. Favorite flower or plant?

Probably triostar plants because they’re cute and pink.

9. What’s your favorite holiday?

Halloween 🎃! I love the idea that kids are going bonkers and getting candy and having a good time. And I love that it gives not-children people a chance to dress up and have fun and take themselves less seriously for a day.

EDIT: NO ONE TOLD ME I MISSED QUESTIONS 10-14. NO ONE LOOK AT THIS .LOOK AWAY. IM FIXING IT. HOW DID I MISS FIVE WHOLE ENTIRE QUESTIONS. SMH.

10. Name three things that made you laugh or smile this past week.

This meme dee just sent me a minute ago. I had a socially-distant dinner with a couple of my friends whomst I love a lot on Saturday and it was very nice to see their beautiful faces in person again and I love them a lot. Time isn’t real I don’t know what happened this week. I set up the Xbox again and I’ve played a little little bit of Assassins Creed (which Im very bad at) and Skyrim (which im only a little bad at) and that’s been fun. Bonus answer of dee, nina, and I have been watching 911: Lone Star together and it’s v v fun.

11. What song would you play to introduce yourself to someone?

That is way too hard of a question to definitively answer. My music taste varies so wildly and my favorite song is usually the one I've obsessively listened to the last. Using that logic: Bang! by AJR or Wake Me by Bleachers. Or Chris Martin’s cover of Shelter from the Storm by Bob Dylan. Yeah. The last one.

12. Name something that truly makes you feel peaceful even at your most stressed moments.

Being a passenger in a car with music playing though that doesn’t really happen when I’m stressed. I wouldn’t say peaceful because when I’m not good at that when I’m stressed and most of the time when I’m stressed I have too much stress inside of me so I would rather get it out than be peaceful. So I just put earbuds in and listen to music too loudly so I don’t have to hear anything around me and I can just sort of release all pent up energy with the music and calm down.

13. What do you, did you, or would you study at college?

I’m studying film! I’m technically undeclared but I’m hoping to declare soon. :-). Yes I’m going to be unemployed and leech off of dee for the rest of our lives thanks for asking.

14. This is kind of a weird one, but which outfit of yours makes you feel most like yourself?

Um. Definitely sneakers (by default my white ones because I only have one pair) because I like being able to Move. Same reason for my black pants bc they’re not restricting at all and comfy. And then probably my gray sweatshirt which dee will murder me for saying bc it means I have zero (0) colors in my outfit but it comfy. I like having colors but I feel more comfortable in more neutral colors.

15. What is a quote you live by?

Oof oof I don’t know. I think there are a lot of quotes I want to live by and then I forget about them so if I am living by a specific quote, it’s not consciously. I reblog a lot I like to my words tag or text tag, and this one:

“‘Do you fall in love often?’ Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.” (Jeanette Winterson)

explains me very well. I don’t know that it’s something I live by because it’s just a state of my existence but it me.

16. Name the funniest playlist name you have.

I wish I had funnier playlist names. One of them is living room couch alone for a very specific mood when it's after 10 o'clock and everyone else is asleep and I'm in the living room alone on the couch and I'm not tired and time doesn't feel real. It's a good mood. I also have one called new york times which isn't funny I just like it.

17. Make a reference to an inside joke you have with someone you love with zero context.

“you know why we do this?" *snap with one hand* "because we can’t always get our arms free to do this” *dramatic arching snap with both hands*

But that one’s not with dee ( @mrrmiracle ) so give me one sec to think of something else too. Ok here we go:

"that Andrew Garfield movie"

18. What is a message you would give your younger self if given the chance?

Stop overthinking and start doing. You can’t sit at home sad your friends aren’t hanging out with you if you never ask them to hang out. Initiate things. Its not as scary as it seems. Also for the love of all things holy please form good habits now. Form all the good habits I have none and I’m tired.

19. Who is your favorite family member? (If you have no good blood family members, feel free to mention someone in your found family)

um my cats :// im just kidding it’s @mrrmiracle obviously.

20. What’s a secret dream of yours?

Um lol to not be alone. To be employed doing something I enjoy and make enough money to support myself. If I put lol will this sound less sad.

I’m tagging @mrrmiracle, @grayson-dick @valleydean and @daredeviil and if anyone else wants to do it just say i tagged you and i’ll edit it to include you 👀. i just get anxious tagging people bc i don’t want to annoy people and i never know who wants to be tagged or not.

#thanks for tagging me!!#ilu nina #tag game #you dont have to do it if i tag you obviously i just didn't know who to tag #uhh lemme know if you do or dont like being tagged and i'll continue or stop tagging you #not fandom

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silver-lily-louise · 4 years

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red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple

lmao okay ^^ Thanks hon! Already answered yellow, so here’s the rest:

red:

how was your first kiss? Honestly kinda gross, not his fault, it’s just that the moment it happened I was like NOPE TURNS OUT I’M AROMANTIC HOW ABOUT THAT. ^^; (In reality, it took a day or two for me to come to that conclusion. But the instant reaction was visceral disgust.) So yeah, very much thinking my first kiss will be my ONLY kiss, lol.

what do you love about yourself? I genuinely come at life from a place of kindness and compassion. It’s a good starting point, I think.

when’s the last time you warmed your hands in front of a fire? Probably about a year ago, when we had a fire in the BBQ drum one evening. Hoping to do that again soon, when the weather turns nice again!

would you rather watch a sunrise or sunset? Sunrise. Sunsets are pretty, but sunrises are ethereal and quiet and just... man.

what’s the best thing about summer? I know it’s obvious but the weather. Bright sunshine? Wonderful. Thunderstorms? Double wonderful.

orange:

what makes you feel warm inside? Several things, but the one that comes to mind right now is unexpectedly sweet or soothing moments in otherwise dramatic or funny TV shows.

what’s your favorite halloween tradition? Dressing up! Even if I don’t do anything else for Halloween - I’m at that stage in life where most of my friends run in different circles from each other, so social gatherings are difficult - I make at least a small effort to dress up.

what’s the last thing you learned? Which elements are used for PAT scans. (I had a medchem exam, aha.)

when’s the last time you felt obsessed? Ooh, definitely when Shadowhunters became my latest hyperfixation. The reunion in 3x21 Alliance? That hit so nicely.

what’s your favorite article of clothing? My waistcoat tbh. Back before I cut my hair, it was my number one nb-expression piece. ^^

green:

what’s your favorite thing to do outside? Tree climbing!

do you like camping? Well enough, I guess? It’s not my favourite, but it is pretty fun.

what would you spend $1,000 on? If I could? A laptop with good enough gaming abilities to run LOTRO with higher-spec graphics than my current one can handle.

what’s your job, or what do you want to do as your job? I’m a singer-songwriter, and I hope to do that professionally one day ^^

what’s your favorite article of clothing? Part two, lol. I pretty much always wear a necklace of some kind - to me, it always makes an outfit feel complete.

blue:

what do you do when you’re sad? I have a playlist I listen to if I need to wallow for a bit. (The Kids Aren’t Alright and Top of the World are my favourites on it.)

what are some things you do when you can’t sleep? Literally just lie there and daydream. If it goes on too long, I try ASMR and/or hot milk, or get up for a while until I feel properly tired again.

what was the best (non-romantic) night you’ve had? Ooh, tough call. Recently, I’d say the sleepover after my cousin’s birthday party - it was one of those ‘stay up late and talk about deep stuff’ nights. Not FUN, exactly, but very meaningful to me. <3

what kind of covers do you have on your bed? A thin duvet - my room gets warm. Back at uni, where it was colder, I had a thick duvet and a fluffy blanket.

who is the last person you told a secret to? I told my mum that I write fanfiction, because I value her opinion on my creative endeavours and decided it was time to stop being embarrassed of a perfectly normal hobby. She particularly enjoyed Licik and What We Deserve.

purple:

what’s your astrological sign? Pisces sun, Sagittarius moon.

what’s the best piece of advice you ever received?

Ooh okay. So basically, on a biology field trip, one of our stops was an organic farm. It was run by a lovely old guy - I think his name was Mike? - and as he was showing us around, he would speak frankly and kindly about life. And one of the things he said was about hiring people to work on his farm:

‘Often, you see people hire assistants who aren’t quite as good as they themselves are, which makes them feel better about themselves. But that doesn’t actually get anything done, does it? Things will end up working better if you don’t let your ego get in the way, and hire the person who can do things you can’t. Otherwise, why are you bothering to bring someone else in at all, rather than just doing it yourself in the first place?’

Now, I’m not exactly in a position to hire people, lol. But growing up a smart kid in a system that praised that above all else, I was a perfectionist, and I had a lot of identity wrapped up in being ‘the best’ - I didn’t think it made me a better person or anything absurdly arrogant like that, but 'winning’ (getting top marks, the best grades) was pretty much the only way I felt reassured that I was good enough. So hearing him say that - understanding that there was an advantage to someone else being better at something than you, rather than just insecurity - was an early step in my developing a healthier, ‘you don’t have to be better than everyone else to be good enough’ mindset.

when’s the last time you followed your instincts? I follow my instincts pretty much all the time, so it’s hard to say. I might defer back to my ‘first kiss’ answer above - I hadn’t had one before, but knew almost immediately that it felt wrong and so I stopped it.

what’s your favorite food? - It varies, I have ‘phases’ of things. But my dad’s homemade curry is definitely up there.

what’s your secret dream? - Acting. I haven’t followed the right route for it to go beyond school plays, but I love performing; and although I wouldn’t want to ‘cheat’ my way into acting when so many people work so hard and do things the ‘proper’ way, part of me hopes that maybe I can be one of those musicians that gets to ‘hop across’ for the occasional acting stint one day.

Thank you for the questions, this was fun ^^ <3

#ask games #long post #about me #food mention

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euphoria-svt · 5 years

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Apple Pie & Spooky Box

I’ve put this request on hold for the longest time bcs I didn’t know how to write it so shoutout to the anons who gave me ideas for this request!! ❤️

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Connor knew you were stressed out with university. You have been working your butt off to complete all your assignments; pulling up all-nighters in the library almost every day and frequently not having proper meals. The only times Connor saw you was when he came to the library to check up on you; practically forcing you to eat with him because he knew you weren’t eating well.

Other than that, Connor barely saw you because you hated to be distracted around him and you needed to focus 110% for everything.

He knew you needed to ace everything; that was always a priority for you when it comes to education. You always wanted to make your family proud of you and you had big dreams of starting up your own business as soon as you get that degree.

He loves how determined and hard-working you were but at the same time, he hated how much you pushed yourself to the limit. There were a few times when you fell ill during exam season because your body was just drained out and Connor spent 20 minutes lecturing you for over-working yourself then he proceeds to take good care of you until he was sure that you were all good.

He wanted to do something nice for you. After all, you deserved it after putting yourself through that torture. So, when you told him earlier in the week that your last submission was today and you wanted to do something nice with your boyfriend after unintentionally avoiding him for about a month; an idea struck in Connor’s head.

iMessage to Baby ❤️✨: come over today? We can hang at my place xx

iMessage from Baby ❤️✨: sure thing bubs. I’ll come by around 5 xx

Connor has never baked in his life before but he figures he could finally try it out; knowing very well that you would enjoy it. So, he calls his mom up for his grandma’s famous apple pie recipe then headed out.

He stopped at the mall first to get a couple of things for the little surprise he wanted to give you. He stumbled across this tweet last night on how to make a spooky box for your girlfriend, and when he saw it; he just knew he had to do one for you.

He went into different stores; looking for items that were Halloween-themed. He bought candies, fuzzy socks, fall-scented candles, bath bombs, face masks, a bunch of cute hairbands you would use while wearing face masks and some makeup products. He ended up buying more than he expected but he always did love spoiling you a whole lot.

After that, he headed for the supermarket to get the ingredients he needed to make the apple pie before heading home.

xxx

You pushed the door open to Connor’s apartment and stepped inside. You made sure the door was locked, slipped out of your boots as you made your way deeper in his place.

“Con?” You called.

“In the kitchen, babe!” You heard him yell from inside.

You dropped your belongings by the couch and headed to the kitchen; where you found your boyfriend in an orange onesie, with a bunch of ingredients spread out on the counter top.

“Uh, bubs?” You ask, laughing as you took in his appearance “Why are you wearing that onesie? I thought you said you hated that shade of orange, no?”

“It’s the fall season!” He cheered, making his way over to you and pressing a quick kiss to your lip then pulled away “Hi, baby. Submitted your last assignment?”

You nodded, sighing in relief “I’m so glad that bitch is out of the way… I can finally take a breather and relax a bit”

“That’s good to hear” Connor smiles “I thought it would be fun to have a bake night to get your mind off your uni work and I asked my ma for my grandma’s apple pie recipe… You up for it, love?”

“You’re the sweetest, babe” You cooed “That sounds like tons of fun so, yes I’m definitely up for it”

“Good” He answered “Now, your onesie is waiting for you in the bedroom. Get your cute butt in there and change into it, please!”

“Do I really have to?”

“Yes!” Connor gave you a playful glare “No excuses, missy. I’m in the fall mood right now and you have to be too”

“Fine,” You rolled your eyes playfully “You’re lucky I love you, Brashier!” You said teasingly as you headed out of the kitchen.

“I love you more, sweetheart!”

“Okay, what do we start with according to grandma?” You asked, standing next to him; dressed in the matching onesie as Connor.

Connor had the recipe opened in his word document; scrolling down to where his mother highlighted ‘steps’.

“I’ve already peeled the apples so I can go ahead and chop them up… Can you mix the dry ingredients and sugar for me babe?” He asked.

You nodded and went ahead to measure out the correct amount of flour, sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg then sifting it into a large bowl.

Noticing Connor was too focused on chopping the apples perfectly, a mischievous smirk formed on your face as you took a handful of flour out from the bag.

“Hey, Con?” You asked innocently.

“Yeah, hun?” He asked, dropping the knife and turning to you just as you hit his face with the flour.

You giggled as he rubbed the flour from his eyes, then an offended look appeared on his face.

“Sorry” You said innocently “My hand slipped, baby”

“Oh, I’m sure it did” Connor smirked as he reaches for the bag of flour “You’re going to pay for that, babe!”

You screeched, running out of the kitchen as Connor trailed after you; laughing.

“You’ll never get me!”

“Oh, we’ll see about that!”

You two continued to run around the living room for a few more minutes and when Connor notices you slowing down, trying to catch your breath; he caught up to you, grabbing your hand as he spun you around and throws the flour in your face.

“Connor!” You whined, wiping the flour off your face.

“You started it, babe!” He laughs “And you’re cleaning that up” He motioned to the flour remnants on the floor and on the wall behind you.

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes playfully “Now, we’re even. Time to get back to baking, Brashier”

You two headed back to the kitchen and to continue baking the apple pie while listening (and occasionally singing out loud) to a playlist Connor created of all the songs that reminded him of you and the relationship you two had. He was so cheesy at times and even though you teased him about it, you secretly loved it.

An hour and a messy kitchen later, the apple pie was baking in the oven and you already called for pizza delivery. As much as having apple pie for dinner sounded delicious, you were starving and you knew it was going to be enough.

“I want to give you something” Connor announced as you two were in the middle of cleaning up the kitchen.

You hummed in response, looking up at him confusingly “What is it, bubs?”

He grinned in return “You’ll see! Just close your eyes, babe and no peaking!” He said before running out of the kitchen.

Connor came back with the box not too long later and you stood by the island; elbows pressed against the marble top as your hands were already covering your eyes.

Knowing that he was already back in the kitchen, you went ahead and asked “What’s with the surprise, baby?” You giggled “It’s not my birthday or our anniversary, you know”

He slides the box over to your side, smiling as he answered “I don’t need to have a reason when I want to give you something, honey. Open your eyes”

When you remove your hands from your eyes and found the box of goodies before you, you were lost for words.

“Connor…” You said softly, eyes trailing over the various products in the box “You didn’t have to do this for me. This box must have cost a lot”

He reaches for your hand and rests his hand over yours “Hey, look at me” He ordered lightly as you looked into his eyes “You’re my girlfriend” He smiles softly, “You have been stressing out over university lately and I just wanted to do something nice for you, babe”

“You’re the sweetest man ever, Connor Brashier” You sighed happily as you walked over to his side and wrapped your arms around him; pressing a kiss to his clothed chest “Thank you for the spooky box, bubs but spending time with you is already enough for me”

“I’d do anything I can to make you happy, honey” He grins as he rubbed your back softly “By the way, I bought a tub of ice cream earlier to eat with the apple pie”

“You literally do know me” You giggle against his shoulder “Now, I see face masks in that box… We’re gonna put some on while watching Netflix”

He nodded instantly “Deal, babe”

You spent the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch; having pizza and apple pie for dinner, catching up on your favourite show and putting face masks on for each other.

Nights like these with Connor were your absolute favourite and it was so much better than going out to some fancy restaurant.

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okay w o w I actually wanna do this with my non-existent boyfriend

#connor brashier #connor brashier x reader #connor brashier imagines #requests

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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559

Have you today?

Looked in a mirror? Yeah, I was looking at myself while brushing my teeth earlier.

Watered a plant? I don’t think I’ve done that in the last few years.

Worn denim? Nope, I’m staying in today. And I kinda have to anyway, because it’s a holiday. Washed your hair? Yep, I took a long shower a few minutes ago. Been in pain? Yes, woke up to the same toothache that’s been bothering me for a few weeks now. The pain is on the down low at the moment, but yeah it was there when I woke up.

Had a nap? Not sure if it counts as a nap, but I decided to sleep in today and kept waking up a few times the whole morning until I finally woke up for real at around 11:30. Brushed your teeth? I already mentioned that I did this, yes. Kissed someone? I gave my dog some kisses today, but not a person. Used a cheese grater? I’ve eaten one meal today and it didn’t need any cheese. Eaten something sweet? Nope. Spoken to a stranger? Also no. Like I said, I’m staying in today. My introverted ass is tired from the last few weeks of working and socializing. Dropped something? I don’t remember doing so...I’ve only been in bed all day. Felt upset in some way? I’m feeling a little down, but I wouldn’t call myself upset. Drank coffee? I took two painkillers in one day yesterday, which is bad in itself; I wouldn’t want to mix coffee into my system.

Walked for more than thirty minutes? Nah, the furthest I’ve walked today is to the bathroom to take a shower. Signed up for something? That’s a no. I really should have picked a different day to fill this up, hahaha. Travelled in a car? I didn’t drive today and don’t plan to until like Tuesday, because that’s when I have to go back to school. Opened a can? Here’s a tiny secret: I don’t know how to open cans :c Thought about doing something crazy? Nah, I’m not feeling too crazy today. Listened to a new song? As a matter of fact I am. Spotify will sometimes play you a bunch of new songs it thinks you’d like based on the music you do listen to, and that’s the playlist I have on right now. Written in a notebook? I have not. Fed an animal? I gave my dog the rest of my lunch when I didn’t feel like eating anymore. Checked your emails? I had to answer a couple of them, yes. Told someone you love them? No, not yet. Made a phone call? Nope.

Have you in the last week?

Travelled on a bus? I haven’t been on a bus since my high school class went on a retreat to Baguio four years ago. Washed your face? Yep, yesterday. My face was feeling oily for some reason so I used some facial wash we had in the bathroom. Used a blender? I don’t think I’ve ever needed to use a blender before. Received a phone call? Yeah, Gab calls me most nights. Talked to someone you dislike? I had to talk to this girl who has a known attitude problem because we’re working on something together in a subject that we’re classmates in. She hasn’t shown me her rotten side just yet but I’ll be more than ready if she does. Consumed alcohol? Yeah, I went to two Halloween parties in the last week :/ Eaten pasta? I don’t think I have this week. Planned for an event? We don’t have any upcoming events so there’s nothing to plan for to begin with. Asked someone for a favour? Yep, I asked my classmate Gia to bring her VGA adapter because I needed one to do my report for history class and I don’t have an adapter of my own. She’s super nice and helped me out. Watched something funny? Yeah I mean I make it a point to watch at least one funny video a day so that my days aren’t completely shitty. Trimmed your nails? I have not, which explains why they’ve grown out so much lately. Browsed Reddit? I haven’t been browsing Reddit as much lately because I’ve been busy, but I did open the app at least once within the last week. Talked to yourself? I often talk to myself while driving alone. Purchased tickets for something? I did not this week. Felt like you were annoying someone? Always. Cleaned a toilet? Nope. Reminisced about the past? I mean, my friends and I always do in one way or another. Used headphones? No, my old headphones have been busted for yeeeeears now. Laughed with a friend? I spent time with several groups of friends this week, yeah. Which is why I’m completely socially exhausted now. I’m using the undas weekend to recharge. Cooked dinner and then didn't feel hungry? I don’t cook, so this is an automatic no. Written a list? It was a to-do list of stuff I had to accomplish before the undas break, if that counts. Played an instrument? Technically I did? I was sleeping over at Rita’s place last weekend and their guest room had a ukulele lying around, so before I fell asleep I do remember strumming the strings for a few minutes, even though I had completely no idea what I was doing. Felt jealous or envious? Always do. It’s my worst deadly sin. Ignored a text message on purpose? Always. Congratulated someone? I always make it a point to congratulate my friends for their leaps, whether big or small.

Have you in the last month?

Made a piece of art? Art is my weakest suit and it’s something I never even try to dabble in, because I know I would be horrible.

Rewatched one of your favourite tv shows or movies? I always rewatch Friends, and I did attempt to do a rewatch of Breaking Bad before El Camino was out on Netflix, but I didn’t get to finish it because uni had kept me very busy.

Called a plumber? There wasn’t any need to.

Been to a see a doctor? No. I definitely should go to the dentist, though. Finished a book? I haven’t been reading. Had a crush on someone? Of course.

Travelled on a train? Nooooooo I hate the public transport system in this country. Worn heels? I haven’t had to in the last month. I wish I owned more pairs to just wear casually to school though; it wouldn’t hurt looking like a bad bitch around the college hahahaha. Been to a friend's house? I’ve been to Gabie’s and Rita’s houses.

Shared a bed with someone? Yes, Gab has slept over a couple of times. Been to see a movie at the cinema? I think it’s been more than a month since my sister and I saw Hello, Love, Goodbye at the movie theater. Paid attention to celebrity drama? Meh, loosely. I know of the issues, but the drama lately hasn’t been too juicy. Felt anxious? AL. WAYS. Taken an elevator? On the days we were too lazy to take escalators. Given someone the cold shoulder? I don’t think I’ve done this recently. Purchased a new book/game/movie? I didn’t purchase it but I downloaded Mario Kart on my phone. Applied for a job? Nope. Used a printer? Yes, I’ve had to print papers and handouts for several classes. Had lunch in a park? We don’t have any parks, and anyway it’s usually too hot to eat outside. Gotten a manicure or pedicure? Not a fan of either, so no. Made an appointment? No. I did ask my mom to schedule a dentist appointment because my 21 year old kiddie ass is still too anxious to do it myself sjdklsdfdfhdkhskdjfsjffskfhkjsfh Had a blood test done? NO. Is this the one where they prick your finger? NO THANKS BYEEEEEE Suffered from a major bruise? It wasn’t major but I did briefly get a nasty bruise on my knee a few weeks ago. It was probably from PE but I never was sure where it came from. Researched a topic in-depth? I kinda have to; I’m working on my thesis for the next year or so.

Have you in the last year?

Been to the beach? Yes, several times. The most recent time was last August in Nasugbu, which was kinda bad timing on our end because we usually get bad typhoons in August haha. But it was the last week of summer and we wanted to do something fun before we had to go back to school, so off we went. Visited someone in the hospital? Thank goodness I haven’t had to. Played pinball? No, but I have played races on Waluigi Pinball courses on Mario Kart if that counts HAHAHAHA Travelled on a plane? Yes, several times. Worn a costume? I have. I went as Dora for Halloween this year. Been thrift shopping? Yesssssss. I got into it a few months ago when I saw a few stalls at a local mall selling really trendy tops for much cheaper. Thought about getting pregnant or got pregnant? Neither. Made a big life decision? I decided on my thesis topic, which is personally a pretty huge decision to make. Changed a lightbulb? Nope. I don’t know how to. Framed something and put it on your wall? I haven’t. My wall has stayed the same for like three years now. Been stargazing? Nah. Haven’t really had the time to. Made a new friend? New people who come into the org. Added to a collection? Obviously I’ve gathered more receipts from my dates with Gab within the year, but I haven’t gotten around to organizing any of them. They’re all just piled up in my wallet. Been to the dentist? No, but I have to UGH this toothache is out to kill me I swear. Broken up with someone? Nope. Held a baby? I don’t think so but I wish I’ve gotten to do it D: Created a budget? I mean I always carefully plan out my weekly allowance, so yeah. Confessed feelings for someone? I already did that three years ago. Had surgery of any kind? Nope. Quit a job? I have not. Been in a car accident? No, thank jeebus. Purchased something worth over a grand? Not yettttt, but I’m planning to for Christmas. Been on vacation at least 500km/300mi from home? Yes, when we went to Batanes and Albay. Applied for an academic course? Does enrolling for a semester count? Had your photo taken by a professional? No not yet, but very soon when I get my graduation photos taken.

#survey #surveys

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f-l-writes · 6 years

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Don’t Do This at Home

Warnings: Blood, Ouija board use, demon attacks.

Word Count: 4.8K

Hope you enjoy and feel free to request! (Spooktober Writing List) (Ask Box)

Buy Me a Coffee

You had been friends with Felix for years. You and him, when the two of you were younger, had been inseparable. He knew everything about you and you knew everything about him. The two of you were practically siblings with how often you stayed at one another’s houses.

It remained this way up until he got accepted into JYPE, a South Korean entertainment company. You were ecstatic for Felix. The night he got the information about being accepted, your family and his went out for a celebratory dinner and spent the whole night giving the boy words of encouragement.

Fast forward two years and you’d hardly heard a word from him since he left. Of course, when you saw that he was finally going to be debuting, you had cheered him on from your house in Sydney. You were happy for him, glad that he was doing what he loved. Even over the course of you watching their reality show, you rooted for him. You tweeted at him every now and then only occasionally got a DM from him when he wasn’t busy.

Now, after nearly a year since Stray Kids’ debut, you were making your way to South Korea to give him a present you had forgotten to send for his birthday. Pulling out your phone as you sat in the airport, bouncing your knee nervously, you noticed that Felix texted.

I can’t wait to see you!

You smiled at the message before sliding the phone back into your pocket, standing when you heard the overhead calling out for your plane to board. Standing up, you grabbed your backpack and walked over to the gate, going along at the slow pace of the others as everyone found their seats.

Once you were seated, you put your phone on airplane mode before plugging in your headphones and turning on your downloaded playlists and buckling in. Resting your head against the window (you had gotten lucky on getting the window seat), you closed your eyes in hopes of sleeping through a good portion of the nearly eleven-hour flight.

When you came to for the first time, it was because of steward was asking what you wanted to drink and if you wanted anything to eat. Shaking your head and politely declining the man, you put your head back against the window and fell back asleep. The second time was because of the two teenage boys who had been seated next to you. Despite being similarly aged to them, you felt older as you glared at them for roughhousing in the seats enough to wake you up. They had apologized quickly but it seemed that four hours of sleep was all your body wanted to handle for now.

From then until you finally managed to fall back asleep (with an hour left on the flight), you were shuffling through your music and clearing your old photos that you either didn’t need anymore or didn’t like anymore. It was a slow passage of time, but it worked well enough.

When you arrived in South Korea, you didn’t plan on the eight boys that Felix had boasted about slightly in the few moments the two of you talked to be there waiting for you, Felix at their front as he waited for you. Jogging over, you pulled the boy into a hug, smiling widely at him.

“It’s been too long, Felix! You’re horrible at keeping contact,” you chuckled, breaking contact with the boy to pinch his cheek.

Felix made a face as you did so, playfully swatting your hand away as a joking whine left his lips. “Y/N~ You know I hate it when you do that!”

“All the more reason to do it, Lix. Anyways,” you turned your attention to the boys behind him, a lighting up your face as your introduced yourself to them. “I’m Y/N!”

“It’s nice to finally meet you! Felix talks about you a lot.” the Australian accented boy you recognized as Chan, or Chris, said. “I’m Chris.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Chris. Unfortunately, I don’t get to hear much about you guys from Felix,” you teased, knowing the good friend of yours was rolling his eyes from beside you.

One by one, while the ten of you made your way towards the baggage claim, you got introduced to the rest of boys, finding yourself settling comfortably in the midst of them like you had been there since the beginning.

Once you had your bag, it was the beginning of the walk out to the van that would take you to the hotel where you would be staying for the week. As soon as you had your bags in the back (aside from your backpack), you reached into the cloth sack before pulling out a box before passing it to Felix.

“Since I forgot to send it for your birthday, I figured I’d bring it since I was visiting,” you explained as he opened it up, seeing the necklace with three charms on it.

The first was of a panda. While it didn’t seem to have much of a connotation with Felix at all, for the most part, you and him both knew that it linked to him. After all, when the two of you were younger, he was always a little clingy. Wanted a hug here, had a grasp on your arm there. By the time the two of you hit middle school, it was a widespread rumor that the two of you were dating but kept it hidden because of how popular he was due to his looks. Up until he left for South Korea, he remained your little panda.

The charm in the middle was a planchette. You and Felix had always been interested in the supernatural, especially after the two of you learned that he could see spirits. You weren’t sure if he could anymore (you read somewhere that the ability disappeared as a person grew up), but you still got the charm as memory to the amateur ghost hunting the two of you would do when you were younger.

A more direct memory marker would have been the Halloween night the two of you convinced his mom to buy an Ouija board to play with. You had toyed with it throughout the night but never truly used it until his parents had fallen asleep. From there, the two of you had snuck out to the woods near his house and began to use it for real. You had managed to snag something based on something Felix had seen around the two of you and, despite saying that he didn’t like the look of the spirit, the two of you continued to talk to it.

The final charm was of a wolf head. Felix had always teased you about being the “lone wolf” in school, not having many friends outside of himself. You always went along with it and, eventually, it just became a nickname that stuck. While he was your little panda, you were his lone wolf. The two nicknames came to be used endearingly frequently and it only fueled the rumors in middle school.

When you caught sight of him smiling at you from the seats in front of you, you couldn’t help but to let your lips curl up into a bright smile, glad to see that he liked it. You watched as he put it on, slipping the pendants underneath his shirt.

During the drive to the hotel, you got to talking with the two boys who were in the back seat with you, Ji Sung and Chang Bin. They revealed where they were from (Chang Bin’s side so graciously translated by Ji Sung) before you told them some stories about yourself (which always ended up involving Felix in one way or another) about when you were younger. Anytime you told them about Felix doing something embarrassing he would always cut in with “that’s not how I remember it, Y/N!”

All in all, you were getting to be good friends with the boys and you were reconnecting with Felix. It made you happy to be there in that moment, your heart swelling up several times before you brought up the question you had been curious to know the answer.

“Hey, Lix, can you still see ghosts?”

The whole car went silent at the question before he answered, his cheeks dusting over with a light pink as all the attention was directed on him. “I, uh, yeah… Yeah, I can.”

“Nice to know,” you responded, a sly smirk coming to your face as you settled back into the seat while the boys bombarded him with questions regarding the statement he made.

Halloween was only five days away and you were damned if he thought he wasn’t going to be dragged along with one of your antics. You had gone two years being bored out of your mind on Halloween nights because Felix wasn’t there with you and, now that you had the chance to be with him, you were determined to spend the night with him, and the others if you got the chance.

“You guys aren’t busy on Halloween are you?” you questioned, directing the question more-so to Chris and Woo Jin in the front.

“Not that we know of,” Chris responded, turning in his seat to look at you. “We’ll check the schedule when we get back to the dorms though and have Felix shoot you a text when we find out.”

“Alright, thank you.” you smiled widely at the man before looking over at Ji Sung, the boy having tapped you on the shoulder.

“What do you have planned?” his voice was low and quiet and, quite honestly, extremely pleasant to listen to.

Giving him a wink, you unzipped your bag and pulled out the upper bit of the Ouija board you and Felix had used as kids. You watched as his eyes widened a bit in surprise before shaking his head and leaning in.

“There’s no way in hell we’re using that.” Ji Sung seemed appalled at the thought of using one, even as you went on to try and calm his nerves.

“If we’re playing in a relatively new hotel that, as far I know, has no murder or suicide history to it, I’m sure we’ll be fine. Besides, we’ll have Felix with us. He can tell us if anything actually shows up.”

Ji Sung was shaking his head in disbelief while Chang Bin looked on in awe. He said something in Korean you couldn’t understand until Ji Sung translated for him.

“That’s awesome, where did you get that?”

“Felix’s mom bought it for us a few years ago,” you continued to keep your voice low as you tucked the piece of wood back into your bag before zipping it up, continuing to answer the translated questions for Chang Bin before Ji Sung had to translate your answers back to the shorter male.

Once you had arrived at the hotel, Felix helped you with your bag up to your room before stopping outside your door. He was looking at you like he couldn’t believe you were there before you pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m so happy to see you again. And I’m sorry for not keeping in contact. It’s been really-”

“Felix, you don’t have to apologize. I’ve been keeping on eye on you through SNS and whatnot, so I know you’re doing alright. Besides, you act like I don’t talk to your mom and dad anymore,” you chuckled, your heartwarming at the thought of his concerns.

“I know, they’ve been keeping me up-to-date on you too. I just feel bad that I haven’t been able to keep in contact with you because of everything’s that been going on…”

“Felix,” you chuckled, setting a hand on his shoulder, “it’s fine, nothing to feel bad about. As long as I know you’re alright and you’re not dying because of schedules, I’m happy,” you assured with a smile on your face, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze before turning to open your hotel room door.

Felix remained in the hallway, watching as you opened the door and dragged the luggage you had brought inside. Just before the door closed, he lunged at it, stopping it from closing all the way before stepping inside and giving you a quick smile you jumped, a startled gasp escaping your lips.

“So, I know you said that I shouldn’t feel bad for not texting you more often, but I want you to have the other boys’ numbers so they can keep in contact with you should something ever happen to me and I can’t let you know,” he spoke up quickly before you could chew him out about scaring you half to death.

Watching as he drew his own phone from his back pocket before holding his left hand out for your own phone. Rolling your eyes, you pulled the device from your front pocket, unlocked it, and passed it to him.

“You’re acting so paranoid, Lix,” you teased, watching as he punched eight separate numbers into your phone.”

“I need to make sure you’re always up-to-date on your little panda,” he teased back, looking up for a moment to see you rolling your eyes at him.

Snickering, the Australian man passed the phone back to you, his eyes following your hands as you slipped the electronic back into your jean pocket.

“It was really nice seeing you again, Y/N. I’ll make every day that we’re not practicing reserved for you. And if Halloween is off, me and the boys will join you here and we can horror movies and candy until the morning comes, just like we used to.” his eyes held a melancholic look in them as he looked down to the floor, jerking back slightly as he felt you wrap your arms around him.

“Don’t be so sad and mopey, Felix. A couple years missed doesn’t put a dent in the years we’ve been doing this,” you chuckled, pulling back and holding his freckled face in your palms as your eyes examined his face.

“The only thing I miss is seeing the weird choice of outfits from the Patrick Stump outfit at that one dinner to the hair you had for homecoming junior year,” you teased. “And the wonderful ideas you always came up with for sneaking out on our birthdays since sixth grade started.”

“Oh hush, you know you loved it,” he chuckled, pulling you into one last hug. “But I’ve kept the boys waiting. I’ll see if we’re busy tomorrow and, if not, I’ll take you to see Seoul.”

“You’re a savior, Felix Lee,” you said, watching as he retreated from your room to go catch up with his new friends.

The thought hurt a bit. You weren't necessarily jealous of them, hell you were elated that he had met such wonderful people but, on the other hand, you felt almost… left behind. You were still the lone wolf you had always been and Felix had always been your counter to that. When he left, all you really had left was his family. More often than not, you were over at their house (ultimately taking up Felix's old room) and had pretty much become their new child.

While Rachel and Olivia were nice to be around, they weren’t Felix. He knew you from the very thought you were having to what you were going to say next. His sisters weren’t like that. They enjoyed your company, but there was still that disconnect from you and them. They knew you as the kid who would always hang around Felix and never really paid them any mind except for the occasional hello or nod in their direction. You knew them as the girls that Felix would always complain about in a joking manner but, at the end of the day, he still loved them.

Dropping on the bed next to your bag, you pulled out your phone and pulled the eight boys (who, thankfully, had been given normal contact names by Felix) into a group chat before shooting a warning message that Felix had given you their numbers.

It's Y/N. Felix gave me your numbers “should anything happen to him”

There was almost an immediate response and it made you furrow your brow a bit, a bitter thought coming to mind. Like they'd know the extent to Felix's dramatic acts… they've known him for two years. Try competing that against someone who's known him since we were little… You reprimanded yourself, of course, finding the thought ridiculous. What did it matter? Felix was an open book. He was almost always dramatic. Of course, they would know this about him by now.

Looking back to the phone, you saw another isolated text. Hope you don't mind us coming around later… our schedule's cleared for the day.

Of course not! I'll leave the door to room 246 propped open for you guys so you can just come on it.

The chat remained silent as you waited. Deciding to do as you said, you stood and propped the door open slightly with the edge of a folded towel before going to lie down, your eyes beginning to feel heavy from the events of that day and the energy you had exerted onto Felix and his friends.

Nearly two hours had passed before you felt several bodies hopping onto the bed, almost crushing you beneath their weight. Opening your eyes slowly, you could already see the outline of the smile you had managed to memorize after only moments of meeting the squirrel-like boy.

“Ji Sung-” you were once again stolen of your breath as he moved farther into your body, somebody else joining the dogpile on top of you.

He let out an innocent giggle before he spoke up, turning his head to speak to those who were on top of him. ��Time to get off! They're awake~”

With that, one by one, your chest was relieved of the almost crushing weight that had been on top of it. Last but not least was Ji Sung to roll off. Instead of planting his feet on the floor, he rolled over onto the bed, propping his head up with his hands.

Sitting up, you playfully poked the male in the stomach before climbing off the bed and walking over to your suitcase, crouching down as you unzipped the bag, planning on taking out one of the many things you brought along so you wouldn’t be bored while sitting in your hotel bedroom on the days that the boys were busy.

“Actually,” Chris suddenly appeared at your side, closing the case when he saw the immense amount of things inside that weren’t clothes. “We were wanting to take you around Seoul. Take you to the JYP and SM buildings, chill at a park, so on and so forth.”

Standing, you brushed off your knees before nodding. “Sounds like a plan, Chan. Let’s get on our way then, yeah?”

With that, the ten of you trailed out of the hotel room and thus began your journey with the boys. Over the course of the time the ten of you spent together, you revealed to them embarrassing stories about Felix and, in turn, he shared equally embarrassing stories about you (which were quite a few).

By the time the night pulled to an end, the ten of you were practically starving. Making a stop by what seemed to be a relatively cheap restaurant, you all sat down and began to order. As soon as the waitress had taken the ten orders, you put your focus on Chris.

“Did you ever find out if you guys were busy on Halloween?”

“We’re shooting for a show in the morning, but we should be good by night. We’ll stop over by the hotel after the shoot.”

“Sweet, I’ve got a surprise planned for you guys.”

And that’s how you found yourself on the floor of the hotel room with the lights off, curtains drawn, four people seated at the Ouija board, six standing off to the side with notepads, and ten candles surrounding the four at the board. This, of course, included you, Felix, Ji Sung, and Chris.

As per standard usage, you did the three clockwise rotations around the board, opening what would be the “spirit gate” before you began. You could tell Felix was anxious already, his cheeks and throat beginning to glisten in sweat despite the cold air in the room to battle the heat of the candles. His eyes were also continuously darting around and he seemed on edge, almost pulling his hands off the board completely when the planchette began to move after Ji Sung asked if there was anyone there.

Throughout the course of the session, Ji Sung was the one to ask questions that were prodded on by others in the circle while the others made sure they were writing down the right things in the notepads you had provided. Once the game was over, you gathered around Jeong In, the boy reading off the answers to questions.

Is there anyone here? Yes.

What’s your name? Can’t say.

Are you human? No.

Are you good? Maybe.

Where are you from? Can’t say.

Is there anyone in a higher order for you? Yes.

Are you evil? Maybe.

So on and so forth it continued until the game finally ended and the candles were blown out, the curtains drawn open, and the board stored away. Once everything was cleaned up from the session (which the others had felt worrisome about even now), the ten of you settled down to fill in the rest of the night with horror movies and candy.

Felix had settled down on one side of you while Ji Sung had settled on the other, offering you two headrests if you got tired throughout the movie marathon. For a while, everything seemed to be alright until you felt Felix tense underneath of you. Looking over at him, your brows furrowed as his eyes darted around the room.

“Do you see someone?” you questioned quietly, trying not to wake the boy who had fallen asleep on you.

“Not someone… something,” he whispered back.

“What’s going on?” Chris suddenly spoke up, his head peering over at you from the edge of the bed.

“We are not alone…there’s something in the room with us and I think it’s from the session,” Felix commented, his eyes settling on one particular corner of the room.

“What does it look like?”

“It doesn’t have a mouth… It’s like it was completely erased. Its eyes are empty… black. It’s about the same height as Hyun Jin… Maybe a bit taller.”

You felt him shudder beneath you as his eyes began to pool with fear, his eyes following wherever the demon went, stopping beside Ji Sung at your side. The man was suddenly jerked awake with a yelp, pained tears slipping out of his eyes as he scrambled to pull up his shirt to reveal where it hurt. Everyone who had previously fallen asleep was suddenly jerked awake at the boy’s sudden shout of pain and, even if they didn’t know what was going on, was concerned by the cuts that lined the male’s side, almost like a bloody tic-tac-toe board.

Suddenly, Felix leaped over you, coming down on Ji Sung and protecting the male with his own body while the back of his shirt got shredded with scratch marks. No one could move and it felt impossible to say anything as they watched as Felix began to track the movement of the demon again.

“We need to get you guys to the hospital,” you whispered, heart pounding in your throat as you watched blood soak the remains of Felix’s shirt, spilling down to the front and turning the previously beige color a dark, crimson red.

“He’ll follow us. Then we’ll have a whole hospital to worry about,” Felix snapped, looking over at you.

“Is he connected to anyone. Feeding off of anyone?”

“Ji Sung. He spoke to it directly. The only way to get it off of him is by taking whatever it latched itself to and we don’t even know what-”

“Ji Sung, give me your jewelry,” you demanded, looking at the boy as Felix crawled off of him.

You held out your hand while Felix kept an eye on the demon, wondering if there would be anything to dictate that it really was one of the pieces of jewelry. Now with all his rings and his necklace in hand, you stood up, making your way towards the door where Felix continued to watch warily. As you passed by where Felix held on a gaze with the demon, you were surprised to find that nothing happened.

“It’s not one of the pieces of jewelry, Y/N. It’s something else. Ji Sung, you need to empty your pockets of everything. Anything that might be of importance to you,” Felix commanded, watching as Ji Sung pulled out everything in his pockets from his phone to the keys to the dorm. On the chain, there was a charm that dangled down, looking like a black teddy bear with red eyes.

Suddenly, before Ji Sung could toss the keys to the side, something grabbed his hand, sinking its claws into his arm as he let out a cry of pain, the tears streaking down his face as the demon pulled the keychain from his hand, causing even more lacerations to form as it did so.

Just like that, it threw the young male like a ragdoll, the sliced boy hitting the wall with a thud before he collapsed to the ground. Felix rushed over while you made your way back into the main part of the room, moving to grab the chain from the invisible force suspending the black bear in mid-air.

You had hooked your fingers through the loophole of the keychain, coming down with enough force to seemingly pull it from the demon’s grasp. “Weak fucker,” you muttered under your breath before turning to the others, the words “get out” just barely exiting your mouth before you were grabbed, struggling against the iron grip of something you couldn’t see as it lifted you up into the air before dropping you, letting its ragged claws run deep gouges in your arm that were now pouring blood that dripped onto the wooden floor of the hotel room.

You fought back a shout of pain as you dropped, eyes watering with the feeling you were suppressing. “Felix,” you shouted over towards your long time friend who was struggling to wake Ji Sung up. “You need to get him out of here. I’ll keep this thing busy.”

“You could get killed!”

“As long as it’s not you or your friends, then it doesn’t matter. Now go!” with that, you made one last lunge at the keychain, snagging it from the creature’s hands again as you began to dart somewhere away from where you figured the beast to be while Felix dragged the unconscious Ji Sung out the door.

As soon as they were gone, it was you against something you couldn’t see. Finally releasing a true shout of pain, you whimpered as your back hit the corner of the wall before you crumpled down, the demon doing its last damage as it pulled the item that would allow it to wander on its own from your hands, leaving you to go unconscious.

When you next came to, you were in the hospital, Felix sitting beside you with his forehead pressed against your left hand. You could hear him muttering a prayer as he stayed in that position before looking up, seeing that you were finally awake. He moved to hug you before stopping, suddenly remembering something before sitting back down. As you tried to make your own move, you let out a shout before settling back, realizing now that one of your ribs must have cracked on the impact of you hitting the wall.

“I’m sorry, Felix. It’s my fault,” you muttered, looking over to the male who regarded you with sadness.

“It’s not, Y/N, I promise. We all decided to do it, we all got what we deserved. I’m just glad it didn’t go after the other boys.”

“No, but because of me it’s out,” your lower lip began to quiver as your eyes filled with tears, causing Felix to grab your hand again and press a gentle kiss to the back of it.

“You risked your life, that’s all that matters. Someone else can deal with it now. It’s no longer our problem.”

Oh, how wrong he was… The game was only just beginning, after all.

#kpop fake texts #h-l-w-kpop #felix lee #spooktober #spooktober request #stray kids #stray kids fake texts #kpop scenario #stray kids scenario #felix lee x reader #lee felix #requested #enjoy

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thegrimlyreaper · 6 years

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Tag Game

I was tagged by @austinjrblogs. Thanks for the tag, this was a lot of fun to fill out.

Copy this and fill in your own answers. Then tag some people to learn more about them.

• Favorite smell – I like a lot of the floral scents. But I also enjoy sandalwood and cedarwood as well, one thing that I enjoy smelling is pickling spice because it reminds me of autumn.

• First Job – Well, unofficially I’d do work for my uncle at the Holiday Inn when he worked there and they needed help and were understaffed. Officially, I work for the local hospital delivering linens to the doctors offices (still working at this job currently.)

•Zodiac sign - There’s so many zodiacs. But commonly I just tell people I’m a Cancer.

• Favorite pizza – Sausage, pineapple, and pepperoni. Sue me. Pineapple is good on pizza!

• Favorite dog – German Shepherds. They’re just amazing, I love them and hopefully someday soon I’ll have one of my own.

• Favorite foot attire – I prefer to be barefoot, but since that’s usually frowned upon in society, my sneakers that are really comfortable.

• Favorite Roller Coaster – Sadly, I’ve never been on a roller coaster! D: I want to though because I’ve heard you either love it or hate it, and I have a fear of heights so I’d like to challenge myself.

• Favorite candy – That’s tough. I love chocolate, but sometimes I enjoy things like cotton candy, rock candy, etc. However, here lately chocolate covered espresso beans have been a favorite of mine. They count, right?

• Favorite ice cream – Vanilla or rum raisin usually. But sometimes I enjoy peach or mint chocolate chip, depending on my mood, the month, and the day. Lol.

• Pet peeves – When someone argues with me that I said something I know I didn’t say or that I didn’t say something I know I did say. People that cause drama just because they’re bored, taking out their anger on me although it was someone else who made them angry, being extremely early or being late.

• What are you listening to right now – Human by Garbielle Aplin, but also a lot of other stuff. A friend of mine made a playlist that sort of goes along with my current writing WIP that I’ve been listening to lately that features some jazz, songs about magic and the supernatural which is pretty cool.

• Color of your vehicle – It’s a black 1995 Chevy Blazer that I got from my mom.

• Color of eyes – Dark brown, but they sometimes change depending on weather or mood. Sometimes they’ll be almost black other times they’ll be almost gold.

• Favorite Holiday – Halloween! Yessss. Halloween all around, everything Halloween. Yes.

• Night owl or day person – Although I have class/work all week, I’m still a night person. I like the daytime but I work better at night and I think better at night. So, night owl all the way although I probably shouldn’t be lol.

• Fave day of week – Friday or Saturday

• Tattoos – I only have one currently. It’s a star and half moon my friend gave me a few months ago on my upper left arm. I have a fear of needles so I’m not expecting to get much more if any lol.

• Like to cook – Eh that’s to be debated. Lol. I enjoy cooking, and I want to learn how to do it better than I can currently cook. I’m very good at making herb butter salmon, but otherwise I’m a bit on the low side of cooking skills.

• Beer or wine or neither – Neither since I don’t drink. o.o If I had to choose though it would probably be wine.

• Can you drive a manual transmissions – Unfortunately, no. But I want to learn how in case the moment arises that I might need too.

• Favorite color – Crimson red & silver

• Do you like vegetables – I love vegetables, the only one I can’t eat is corn because it makes me sick, but otherwise yes, give me all the vegetables.

• Do you wear glasses – I don’t wear glasses, although at some point I feel I might eventually have to have them because my eyesight kinda sucks sometimes. At the moment although I don’t wear them I do find glasses to be very attractive on other people.

• Favorite season – I enjoy all the seasons. Though my two favorites are probably summer and autumn. Summer because of the warmth and the sun and just how vibrant everything is and alive and then autumn because that cool chill begins cooling down after the summer heat, the leaves are all spectacular in color, also scarves and sweaters and Halloween! :D

That was fun! I’m not sure exactly who to tag, so I’m going to go with @raevenlywrites, @thewritingwendigo, @winnieleighwrites, and @yesluludior44 (if you’ve already been tagged or don’t have time/don’t want to do this, no worries.)

#tag game #get to know me #writing

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creideamhgradochas · 6 years

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Thanks to the lovely @sarahwroteathing for taking the time to answer these! Get to know more about lovely Sarah, go give her a follow and then show her some love!

These questions are from this list. You should check it out, there’s 50 questions all together and they’d be great to ask your favorite fic writer!

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fan-fiction?

2) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

Umm well I write my pairings with reader inserts because I know it tends to make people the happiest. Plus I just think it's a cute practice - giving people a chance to live an adventure or a romance with their favorite characters. It's sweet. But I do enjoy writing my OCs as side characters because I can be specific about who they are and what they look like. It's also just useful as a sounding board for how people respond to my characters which helps me with my original fiction pieces.

3) What is your favorite genre to write for?

Mmm I don't know that I have one! I really like to experiment and play with genre and tropes. I think it's fun!

4) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

Honestly I'd probably be fine doing that with most of them. "Shift" is definitely one because I don't feel confident that we had enough material for Pietro to allow me to write him well which bothers me. But it was a request. Umm "Burden of Proof" maybe just because I don't think it's very good at all - it was just a quick silly thing - and I'm bitter about it somehow having the highest number of notes of any of my stories. It frustrates me greatly.

5) When is your preferred time to write?

Laaaaate at night. That's when my best stuff comes to me. The notes section of my phone is full of parts and pieces of stories from when I wake up in the middle of the night and have a huge wave of inspiration.

6) Where do you take your inspiration from?

Honestly my writer brain is always working. A lot of the time it's weird connections to my life that trigger something. A "what if this had happened instead" or a "I wonder what would happen if". It literally never stops. I have a notebook of more story ideas than I could ever hope to write.

7) In your Just One Kiss fic, what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?

It's a scene you guys haven't read yet.

8) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

No, I have not. I haven't ever gotten any useful criticism before. Just rude people.

9) Who is your favorite character to write for? Why?

Probably Steve! He's the easiest for me to write for some reason. I also tend to get nicer feedback on Steve stories.

10) Who is your least favorite character to write for? Why?

Uuuumm... Pietro. Like I mentioned before, I just don't have enough information to comfortably write him.

11) How did you come up with the title for the Just One Kiss?

Because that's all Bucky's been asking for since he was ten years old: "Come on, doll! Just one kiss?"

12) How did you come up with the idea for Just One Kiss?

Oddly enough, hearing "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None the Richer for the first time in a while. I've always thought that song was adorable. Cute and happy and sweet like a pre-war Bucky.

13) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

No, I don't think so! There are a bunch I haven't worked on in a while, but I'm very stubborn. I'm not letting them go.

14) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

I've played with the idea of a The Lonely Tree sequel series. I'm still not sure though. I don't want it to be one of those things where the sequel spoils the original because it sucks, ya know?

15) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

No, I don't think so! I'm pretty intense about finding my endings.

16) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

Oh, gosh. This question scares me. I know I'd forget so many people if I tried to be specific. Really, I admire any one who writes on this platform. It's scary. It can get weirdly intense and rude really fast. Writing is hard, and sharing your writing is even harder. Really and truly, I admire everyone who has ever tried.

17) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?

Every. Single. One.

18) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

Depends! It does have to be one or the other, though. I'm not one of those people who can sit in a coffee shop and write. I either need silence, or I need music. I actually make playlists for each longer piece that I take on to help me keep inspiration flowing. I've thought about posting them on the masterlist before.

19) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

I've gotten very, very, VERY sad, but I don't think I've ever made myself cry. Probably because I know I'm a big ole softy who is going to write a happy ending. It helps when you know everything is going to be okay.

20) Which part of your Just One Kiss fic was the hardest to write?

Chapter 7, the Christmas chapter, for sure. That was when I was getting really rude and hateful messages from people. It was also a mental health low point, and of course there was the full chapter deletion that forced me to rewrite from scratch. That was not a fun time, let me tell ya.

21) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

It kind of depends. Mostly I just go with the flow. However, if I'm having trouble grappling with a larger or more complex story, I do try to break it down by what I want to be the theme for each chapter, or a wish list of ideas/moments I want to cover. It still isn't really an outline. More of an idea board, really.

22) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fan-fiction?

At some point, the number of notes on stories remains stable and comparatively low no matter how much higher your follower count grows.

23) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

Soundtrack. It's the one that I've spent the longest amount of time working with and the one that I feel has the most genuine emotion and depth. But also the lowest number of notes by far.

24) In contrast to 23 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

Burden of Proof. I wrote it as a silly little answer to a vague request. It really doesn't have a plot. That character work isn't that great. I didn't spend much time on it at all. And yet, it has the highest number of notes by far.

25) Are any of your characters based on real people?

Umm not really? Role wise and situation wise, sometimes. The Lonely Tree came about when I passed by my favorite tree and my soon to be friend Maggie asked if she could put me in her art assignment. Scarf Thief came about when I crossed paths with a guy in a Captain America costume the weekend of Halloween who looked like he was about to freeze to death because he forgot to grab a coat and I lent him my scarf.

26) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

Really any person who actually goes into detail in their comments is paying me a very treasured compliment. When people do some interpreting? I love it. When people share how they are affected by my writing? I am floored. In recent memory, @hispeculiartreasure private comments to me touched me the deepest.

27) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

I think things have to be useful in order to be considered criticism. I've instead had rudeness (demanding updates and treating me like a servant) and confusing leaps to unsupported conclusions (I hate Bucky Barnes because I dare to write a slow burn, apparently).

28) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

Oh, I love to share them! You guys don't know how much you would learn if you actually asked! Mostly I share them with @aubzylynn and @indominusregina

29) Do people know you write fan-fiction?

No, and I plan to keep it that way.

30) What’s you favorite minor character you’ve written?

Umm minor in terms of not the focal point of the story, I always love writing Tony. His voice comes through really easily to me, and I definitely plan on giving him his own stories in the future. In terms of actually a minor character, Louise from Just One Kiss! I love my sweet, silly Louise. (Betty is a main character dammit)

31) What spurs you on during the writing process?

F e e d b a c k. Always feedback. The more detailed, the better.

32) What’s your favorite trope to write?

I don't know yet! I haven't had a chance to play with very many! I'm missing a lot of the classic romcom ones and it's a damn tragedy. (Hmm I sure hope no one would be an angel and request some specifics so I have an excuse. That would be terrible.)

33) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

I have no earthly idea

34) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Fluff! Easy! I don't have it in me to carry angst all the way to the end. It always has to have a fluffy ending. I do enjoy the depths I can reach and the complex dynamics I can explore with angst, but in the end I always have to soothe it over with fluff. And I don't write smut, so that's out too. I just like making people happy! I love being able to make people smile and feel good and walk away in a better mood than when they first sat down to read. That's always the goal.

#milestone celebration #ask the author #sarahwroteathing

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highlinemostprecious · 4 years

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Hello @heroesfan101 🤗.

Thank you so much for my gift. I loved the story. It was so cute to read. Really enjoyed it❤️. There's some completely random tidbit I shared below with you regarding Cupid matter.

I'm glad you like the playlist. I put some older stuff in there like Depeche Mode, and Pat Benatar. Not sure whether you were familiar with them already or not. This is what I listened when growing up, one of my favorites👌. As for the photo edits, I knew I had to make one Sambakja related, because I know how much you love it. And ShowHo, I loved the fact that both pictures showed one of them leaning on the other's back. And these lyrics, I think it represents how close their relationship is. That was the inspiration behind it. 😊. So I'm happy you like these gifts.

Haha, little tidbit, I actually dresses up as a Cupid for one of the Halloween celebration. Tutu, wings, bow and an arrow, and a red wig...one of my favorite outfits ever...maybe besides the Pirate one😅🤣. I can just imagine how cute Bun Bun would look like if dressed as a Cupid❤️. Sorry for replying so late, but my Little Terror made an appearance, and only went to sleep before midnight😒🙄😰. Hope to talk to you soon. Take care. 🤗

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Hi Olga! My sweet MonBunny 😊

Thank you for such a sweet gift! I've been listening to it all morning and I love it. I have truly enjoyed taking to you over the past few weeks. We can have the funniest most random conversations and it makes it easy to look forward to. I'm glad we can just DM now. Also, it's clear how much you love Wonho and that's easily something to bond over. That being said here's your gift:

Title: Okay Cupid

“Hey, you’re still coming this Friday right?” Your friend, Wonho asks as he sips his iced Americano. You chuckle and roll your eyes, “Of course I’m coming! It’s Valentine’s day and you know I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Having a party that has not only couples is a great escape.” His melodious laugh rings out and he could understand where you were coming from. Every Valentine’s day the streets would just be filled with couples everywhere. What’s worse is you couldn’t even scroll through your social media without seeing someone dedicate a post to their significant other.

“True but you never know. You might find someone at the party.” He teases, causing you to scoff.

“Yeah right, wishful thinking Cupid. My perfect match will just pop out during the party and hit me with an arrow right in the back.” You sass causing him to laugh loudly.

“Okay I hear you, I know I’m the romantic out of the two of us. I’ll let it be, for now. Just remember to wear red or pink.” He adds, perking up a mischievous eyebrow. Shaking your head, you check your watch and see you have to head out. Grabbing your backpack and latte, you stand up.

“Yeah yeah. Thank you, I’ll see you tomorrow Wonho.” You smile, causing him to smile and wave as you went on your way. Wonho and you had been friends for years all the way from high school to now in college. He was a year ahead of you, he was one of the cool upperclassmen that had a nice off campus apartment.

Despite his cool kid status, he was very sweet and humble causing him to easily be one of the most sought out guys on campus. How you remained friends was a miracle in your mind. Wonho’s friends were pretty cool too, you found yourself closest to Changkyun and Hyunwoo, philosophy and exercise science majors respectively. They were so different and fun, everytime you hung out together it felt like an episode of Friends. You knew they’d probably come tomorrow so you smiled, happy that you’d have a small group of friends going.

The next day . . .

“This is cruel and unusual punishment Lee!” You groan as you see Wonho’s text come through, reminding everyone to wear red or pink in order to enter, bonus points if you dress up. There was already a huge pile of clothes from your closet on your bed, red and pink weren’t necessarily colors you typically went for. Just then you heard a knock at your door. Going to the door, you saw a box in front of the door. A silver box wrapped in a red bow with a silver card. Stepping out in the hallway, you didn’t see a soul. Picking up the box, you bring it back into your room and read the card.

“I know you don’t have many things red so feel free to wear this. See you later.” The note reads as you pull out a gorgeous red necklace with matching earrings. Out of curiosity, you try it on and it works perfectly with your white halter top and black skirt, tights, and heeled boot combo. At that moment, you thought about who could have possibly sent you this jewelry set only to come up with three names: Changkyun, Hyunwoo, and Wonho.

Changkyun and you had met in Philosophy 101 having sat together on the first day of class. While he was definitely odd, he was very deep and clearly wise beyond his years. He was a goofball who knew when to be serious about his work. The only reason you made it through the 10 page final was because of him. Ironically, he was in the same dorm as Wonho and so they became fast friends.

Next was Hyunwoo who you met one day in the dining hall with Wonho. They shared the same major and the guy was a sweetheart of you had ever met one. He was always a bit more on the quiet side, but he cared a lot for his friends. Hyunwoo even asked his mom to fix her kimchi soup once when you were sick.

Lastly you had Wonho. Now he was the last one you would expect. You had been good friends for years and neither of you made a move. You both had your fair share of significant others during the years but a part of you always wished he'd see you in a different light. You just weren't willing to take the risk.

Taking a deep breath, you get ready for the party and then head out. You knock on the door and Wonho answers the door with the biggest smile on his face. Shaking your head, you give him a hug trying not to admire his Cupid costume, a white sash and white shorts with a bow and heart arrow.

"There you are!" Wonho smiles before his eyes land on the jewelry, "Nice touch with the red, come on in." He welcomes you in and his behavior makes you wonder.

"Thanks. It's new. Some stranger dropped it off at my door." You add, keeping an eye on his facial expressions. Unfortunately before he can say anything he's pulled away to get the delivery pizza. You can't help but wonder did he not give it to you then?

Distracting you from your thoughts, you feel an arm slung over your shoulder to see Changkyun.

"Oh good you made it. Always good to see you." He says coolly, looking killer in his dark red shirt and black ripped skinny jeans.

"Same here. Red is your color. Had to go for the hair too huh?" You tease, noting his hair was a dark red as well. He chuckled, "Yeah I let one of the cosmetology students do it. I kinda like it. Your necklace is pretty, you've got good taste." And just like that, you knew it wasn't him.

"Thanks but it was a gift. Apparently I have a secret admirer." You chuckle, causing his eyebrows to raise before grinning.

"Oooh that's interesting. Well if you need a lead, I did see Hyunwoo at the mall last week." Changkyun whispers in your ear. Your eyes lock on the strong, tan man across the room.

"Good looking out fam. I appreciate it." You smile before heading over. As you slide over to Hyunwoo, he smiles and gives you a hug.

"Hey, how are you?" He asks, a soft smile gracing his face.

"I'm good. How are you doing? I didn't know you even owned a pink shirt." You teased, noting his pink t-shirt and blue jeans.

"Yeah, my girlfriend Layla got it for me." He answered, proud of that fact. Covering your shocked face, you push him playfully.

"You jerk! How come you didn't tell me?" You exclaim, causing him to laugh and his eyes to crinkle.

"It's very new. In fact, she'll be coming tonight so everyone can meet her," He says before checking his phone, "She's here. I'm going to go grab her. I'll be right back." Hyunwoo goes to the door to meet her and you laugh as they had matching outfits. Of course, even at a party you couldn't escape cutesy couples. Sighing, you head to the bathroom only to be hit with something and it sticking to your back.

"Ow! What's your problem?" You ask, turning around to rage at the person who hit you only to find your best friend, Wonho. Suddenly it all hits you and as your mouth opens he can't help but smile.

"It was you." You say aloud, mostly to yourself. Wonho nods and adds with a grin, "I told you love comes when you least expect it. Sometimes it can hit you with an arrow in the back." Rolling your eyes, you give him a hug which he eagerly reciprocates.

"I thought this would be the perfect way to confess to you. I hope you want to see where it goes." He says, eyes searching yours as you smile and nod.

"Yeah, you got me Cupid." You chuckle, before kissing his cheek.

A/N: I hope you liked it! 💕💕💕

#heroesfan101 #thank you for my gift #really loved it #so cuttteeee #all about luv event #uwunnie #thank you for this cute event #it was lovely❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#submission

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Be My Player 2? Ch. 15

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Keith sat down heavily at his kitchen table and tried to stifle a yawn. It was a Friday, but he’d just gotten off work and needed to get some homework down since his weekend was going to be packed with shifts at the restaurant and he had to take advantage of every bit of free time that he had. He opened his laptop and couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips as soon as a skype call came through. He answered it quickly and sat back with his cheek propped against his fist.

“Hi Shiro.”

Shiro grinned at him and waved like the dork he was. “Hey Keith. How was work?”

He shrugged. “Work was work. Not the worst it’s ever been for a Friday night, but I have a busy workload this weekend so I need to get some homework done tonight.”

Shiro made a face and leaned back in his chair, bringing a spoonful of ice cream to his mouth. “Homework on a Friday. Sounds gross.”

Keith sighed and reached for his backpack. “I didn’t say it wasn’t gross, but it’s something that I unfortunately have to do if I’m still going to graduate at the end of the year.”

He laid out several books on the table, pushing his laptop a little further away to make room before flipping his notebook open to a clean page. He started in on the physics problems that he’d been assigned for the weekend, enjoying the silence that was between them.

“Hey, Halloween’s next weekend, right?” Shiro asked, breaking the silence between them.

Keith furrowed his brow. “I think so. Why?”

“You doing anything fun?”

Keith shrugged. “Probably working. Unless Linda decides to give me the night off to enjoy my youth or something, but I really need the money so it’s not a big deal. What about you? Any fun parties that you’re going to?”

He squinted at his math. Something looked wrong, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“There are always some pretty big parties on campus and some of the fraternities put haunted houses together. I’ll pass on those, but Lance and Allura might do something with me. I think last year we ordered pizza and just hung out and watched scary movies.”

Keith snapped his fingers and scrubbed at his work with his eraser to fix the mistake that he’d made.

“That sounds like fun. That’s what Hunk and Pidge will probably do anyway. When they’re in between rounds of having to pass out candy to kids who knock on their door.”

Shrio sighed wistfully. “I miss the days of trick-or-treating. Being a kid was so easy.”

Keith shrugged. “I guess. I kind of just see it as having had different worries as a kid and now that I can look back at everything I did it just seemed easier compared to everything that I have to worry about now.”

His vision blurred slightly and he rubbed at his eyes, trying to clear the exhaustion that was threatening to pull him under.

“You okay? You look tired,” Shiro asked.

“I am, but it’s nothing that I haven’t had to deal with before. I’ll be okay and it’s the weekend, but I really need to get some more work done.”

“You won’t be able to do much if you’re that tired. The numbers and problems are just going to be swimming in front of your eyes and won’t make any sense as much as you try to make it happen. You should really get some rest and work on it tomorrow after you’ve had some sleep.”

“I know…but I only have a few problems left for this and I don’t want to leave anything without finishing it…as much as I’d like to listen to you and just go to bed, I can’t. Not with work ahead of me. If I had some coffee I’d be okay, but having a caffeine addiction can get expensive after a while.”

Keith looked down at his paper and blinked to try and make the numbers and words focus.

“I know that you want to get it done, but it’s important to take care of yourself too. Odds are, it’ll take you twice as long to get through the problems now then it would when you’re well rested. So in reality, you’ll be able to sleep more if you go to bed now and can get through your work quicker in the morning.”

Keith smiled ruefully and looked at Shiro where he was perched in his chair.

“I bet the real reason you want me to go to bed is so that you can sleep. You’re just trying to use my own exhaustion against me so that you don’t have to admit how tired you are.”

Shiro chuckled. “That’s not it at all. I just don’t want you to run yourself into the ground if you can help it. I’d rather not lose the one guy who’s reciprocated my feelings in my lifetime.”

“Okay…okay. I’ll go to bed if it’ll make you feel better. At least you’re not here in person. Then you probably would’ve physically dragged me to my room and made things worse.”

Something seemed to flash in Shiro’s eyes at his words. Keith wasn’t sure if it was hope or something else, but he didn’t feel like dwelling on it too long.

“Maybe one day I can be there and pull your ass to bed so that you actually get the kind of sleep that you need.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Keith mumbled. “I’ll talk to you later, Shiro. And if you’re up in the morning you can stare at me while I work on my homework again. I know how much you love doing that.”

Shiro shrugged. “There’s no way I couldn’t look at you, baby.”

Keith stared at him even as blood rushed to his face at the words. “Shiro! You can’t just say that!”

Shiro bit his lip as his eyelids drooped. “Why not? I like it. I think I’ll use that more often.”

“You better not!” Keith protested. If anything he liked the endearment a little too much. “I’m hanging up now. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye, baby,” Shiro said just before he ended the call.

Keith groaned and let his head fall to the table. And immediately lifted it back up if he wanted to make it anywhere near his bed without falling asleep. He sighed and shut his computer before grabbing his phone and heading to the bedroom. He really didn’t need Shiro doing anything else to embarrass him like that.

He never thought that he’d be one for pet names, but it’s not surprising that Shiro would be able to pull so many different reactions from him.

~~~

Keith blinked his eyes open and panicked that he wasn’t waking up to an alarm. He reached for his phone to check the time and saw that it was a few minutes before his phone was set to even go off. He stared at it before sitting back, a little stunned. He couldn’t even remember the last time that he’d been able to wake up on his own, let alone before his phone even went off.

Shaking his head, he threw off the covers and climbed out of bed. He padded out to the kitchen, stretching his arms over his head and poured himself a glass of water before sitting down at the table in front of the books that he’d left out the night before. He let his computer boot up while he finished up the last couple of problems that he hadn’t managed to finish, feeling relieved when he could finally set the book aside until he needed it for his next class.

He grabbed one of his other books and put on a playlist of soft, classical music before he began to read, finding the material less stifling and boring than he would have on any other day.

Keith made it through a couple of pages before his phone vibrated on the table. He checked the time and saw that he still had a few hours before he needed to get ready for work so it wasn’t Linda asking him where he was. He checked his phone and couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at his lips from seeing a message from Shiro.

Shiro: Gooooood morning!!!!

Keith: Morning, Shiro

Shiro: You’re well-rested, I hope?

Keith: Very. I even managed to wake up before my alarm went off and getting through my homework is so much easier than it would’ve been last night.

Shiro: See? I told you that it would be! You should listen to me more often. It might do you some good.

Keith rolled his eyes.

Keith: If I listened to you, I probably would’ve failed out of college by now for sleeping instead of doing work.

Shiro: Hey!

Keith: Or I would’ve lost my apartment because you would’ve convinced me to quit my job so that I could focus on my studies, but then I wouldn’t have any money to buy groceries or pay rent.

Shiro: There’s no need to be so mean! : (

Keith chuckled.

Keith: I’m kidding, I’m kidding. But you probably would’ve caused my grades to slip at least since you want me to sleep instead of doing my work.

Shiro: Not instead of doing your work, just sleeping before you do your work so that you can actually focus.

Keith: Uh huh, sure. But if there’s nothing else you need, I need to get back to my reading since I have to work later.

Shiro: Skype?

Keith: Sure.

Keith set his phone to the side and went back to his reading, reaching blindly for his computer when it started making noise at him. He finally tore his eyes away from the words and accepted the call, not even sparing a glance at Shiro’s face before he was finishing the sentence that he’d paused in the middle of.

“What? Not even a hello?” Shiro asked.

Keith knew he was smiling and continued to read. “Nope. I told you that I had to do homework. You can’t just say you aren’t a bad influence and then get mad at me for prioritizing my homework, Shiro.”

“Aw, baby…” he whined.

Keith felt himself flush and cleared his throat, hoping that it wasn’t too obvious how much the nickname got to him.

“I can easily hang up if you’d rather have that,” he threatened instead.

“No, I don’t like that idea.”

“I didn’t think you would. Now do some of your own work while I get this reading done. I have to go to work tonight and I don’t want to end up stressing out if I get behind on this because of you.”

Shiro sighed. “Okay, okay. You made a fair point. I’ll stop bugging you.”

“Thank you,” Keith said.

He heard some papers rustling through the speakers and finally let himself peek at Shiro out of the corner of his eye. He had a book propped up on his computer and was focused on reading, looking relaxed and content. Keith tried to suppress his smile at the sight, but knew that his lips were turned up at the ends regardless.

He huffed at himself and went back to reading. Maybe one of these days he could enjoy an evening with Shiro without having to worry about work or school. But he couldn’t imagine that that was about to come anytime soon.

By the time Keith got back from his double shift at the restaurant he was tired, but content. It hadn’t been a bad day and most of the customers had been nothing but friendly.

Keith: I’m done with work and thanks to your cooperation this morning, have most of my work done so that means you don’t have to stare at me scratching on papers if you don’t want to.

Shiro: Movie?

Keith kicked off his shoes at the front door and grabbed his computer, holding it close as he typed out a quick response.

Keith: Sure. What are we watching?

Keith: Nothing like that last anime okay?

Shiro: …fine…I guess I can find something on Netflix.

Keith grabbed his computer and carried it into his bedroom with him. He let it boot up while he changed into something more comfortable and settled himself on the bed.

Shiro: What about Captain America: Civil War?

Keith: Fine with me.

Keith: Set it up.

Shiro: So bossy, jeez.

Keith: Please, you love it.

Shiro: Sadly I do.

Shiro: I’m sending the link to you now.

Keith’s skype pinged and he pulled up the message that Shiro had sent him. He clicked on it and was brought to the website they’d used before to stream the anime. This time, Shiro had the video feed up so they could see each other while they watched.

“Ready?” Shiro asked with a grin.

Keith smiled. “Yeah.”

Keith let his eyes linger on Shiro for a moment even as the movie began to play. He let himself curl up against his pillows and allowed his brain to finally rest now that he didn’t have anything he had to focus on and could just let himself be.

“Keith? Keith?”

Keith blinked his eyes open slowly and brought up a hand to rub at the sleep in his eyes.

“What time is it?” he asked.

“It’s 11:30. You fell asleep but I didn’t want to wake you and then the movie ended and I was worried that you might accidentally kick your laptop off your bed if I left you like that.”

Keith smiled and let his head fall back against the pillows. “Thanks. That is definitely something that could’ve, and probably would’ve, happened and I can’t exactly afford a new computer right now. I just hope that I can get back to sleep now.”

“Sorry,” Shiro said, sheepishly.

“No, no, it’s fine. I’d rather save my computer than worry about a few extra hours of sleep.”

“You think you can get back to sleep?” he asked.

Keith nodded. “Yeah. Which is what I should go do. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay, babe. Bye,” Shiro said, grinning.

Keith rolled his eyes and exited out of his web browser before shutting down his computer. He turned off the lamp on his bedside table and pulled out his phone to set an alarm for the next morning. As much as he was worried about not being able to fall back asleep, he had no trouble rolling back over and burrowing under the covers. It was only a few moments before his breaths evened out and he was lost to the world of dreams once again.

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