#whether or not something is beta read doesn't affect whether i read

[destinationtoast]

#fanfic #beta reading #polls #yes i am using polls to procrastinate on my wip #which is nearing completion and could use a beta reader and/or britpicker #but i'd like to post it before the start of my work trip on Monday #(and also before it gets jossed) #so I'm likely to skip it #but anyway i think i hold myself to higher standards here than others #whether or not something is beta read doesn't affect whether i read #generally #lest you worry btw #i don't take tumblr polls as strong evidence of anything #but they're entertaining and sometimes interesting #op

[mayfieldss]

If only you could know - Carmen Berzatto

Content Warnings; pining, language, unrequited affection, boss x employee relationship, not beta read or spell checked, small fights and sexual innuendos. fem reader mentions and out of character Carmy because I wrote this at 2am and couldn't think straight at all. (there are so many Gracie Abrams references in here in here omg)

Summary: Carmy admires you, but he doesn't have the guts to say it, for one reason only; he doesn't think you like him like that.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Support your writers!

Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto is an anxious mess. He's just met a girl, and she's just ripped him open, leaving him to wonder just how he can get her attention again. Carmen Berzatto doesn't think it's real when said girl applies for a job. When she lists off her skills and hands in her resume.

Carmen Berzatto is an anxious mess, and he doesn't know why.

Carmy couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was about you that captivated him. Whether it was the way you smiled or the way you talked. Or maybe the way you'd looked at him like he was a person worth knowing. Or maybe it was the little things, like how you fiddled with your hands when nervous, and laughed at every bad joke Richie told just to make the man feel better.

Carmy didn't mean to do any of it—notice the little things. But somehow his gaze would stick to you, his brain committing to memory every frown of confusion or concentration, every small smile he could win from you. He didn't mean to do any of it, but somehow he couldn't stop.

You'd been working with him for about a week when he sat down with you for lunch, pushing around the food on his plate as he tried not to stare. You'd asked him a million questions, each one crazier than the last, but they didn't bother him. You said things in a way that made his emotions run high, and he answered everything with a small smile on his lips. You spoke to him about what others would deem insignificant in his career, and not the big achievements that overshadowed who he was as a person. Not the challenges that came with harsh memories, the pressure to be the best. You asked him how he felt about things and what he liked most. And the best part of it was that you really did want to know. You wanted to know him, and somehow that left his mind muddled and his heart racing.

By the first month, Carmy had almost lost his mind. He hid it well and didn't treat you any differently from the others, but when work was slow or he had seconds to spare, he would shift his eyes to you. The way you worked, moved fast without a single missed step when you were focused, and the awkward laughs as you stumbled or dropped something when you were not. Carmy admired you, even when he wasn't trying to. Hell, he even loved the way you cursed, betting money on your wins during your fights with Richie.

But Carmy didn't want to freak you out, and he didn't want to freak himself out either. He didn't have time for relationships in the past, and he'd never had a second to think about someone the way he thought of you. Was it weird for him to be flooded with concern when you didn't seem like yourself? Was he odd for memorizing the way you moved?

Carmy didn't like to avoid things, but he had a talent for it, especially when the things he was avoiding happened to include indescribable emotions. He knew it was a bad idea to cut you out slowly, but it was what he knew. He'd done it time and time again, separating himself from the people he cared for in order to escape. In order to keep himself safe. What He didn't take into consideration was how quickly you would notice.

Carmy didn't push you away completely of course. He still had to work with you, every single day, but he stopped seeking you out, making excuses to talk to you. When you spoke to him he began giving simplistic answers that brought conversations to an end faster than usual, and he hoped that in blocking small pieces of you out, he could get over you.

It was horrible caring for someone so deeply, he thought. It was almost like a form of torture, an endless cycle of wondering, and hoping that the person you're chasing might feel something similar. Might care just as much. But Carmy couldn't let it get that far. He couldn't bring himself to ask you, to press the subject, especially when he hadn't made any attempts himself to show you how he felt.

With each conversation he cut short, and each seat he took during family that wasn't by your side, he felt you slipping just a little. But not in the way he wanted. His feelings stayed, even with his battle to suppress them, and the only thing he seemed to be breaking was the chances of you sharing said emotions. You stopped trying to initiate interaction and kept communication professional. And suddenly the silences that shouted between you seemed so much louder than before. Everything that went unspoken became a painful reminder of everyone Carmy had lost in his past, and every day you drifted further from his grasp.

Carmy spent two weeks hoping that his feelings would go away, but it seemed to make things worse. He tried not to focus on you, and whilst he was succeeding he began to feel dejected. He missed the way you talked, how on late nights during clean up deep in conversation, you would cry over certain obsessions you had. Happy tears accompanied by laughs of course, and the awkward smile you would share as bright red embarrassment flooded your face. He missed the strands of hair that would fall from where you'd clipped it back, how they would float about your face like a frame.

He doesn't understand any of it, and he doesn't know how he's supposed to go about his days pretending that none of it matters. He doesn't want to care, he doesn't want to feel warmth creep up his neck when you meet his eyes for longer than a few seconds. He doesn't know anything, and neither do you. You don't know just how hard it is for him to avoid you, completely oblivious to the fact he would let you take up all his time.

He spares a glance at you as you leave for the night, sky dark above you as you step out into the cold, and he knows then that he would let you ruin all his days.

He thinks about that for another week, letting it sink in that he would feel more than comfortable handing you his whole life. It's been little over a year since he met you, since something clicked inside of him at the realisation that you were unlike anyone he'd ever met. That you were somehow the person that made him feel comfortable in his own skin. He didn't have to be anyone else. He didn't have to be the best chef in the world for you to care.

But still, he couldn't say it, and all he could do was watch you drift further and further from him, the tides of his fear tugging you back. It's Tina who snaps him out of it, bringing him back to earth, to the restaurant and to himself.

"Jeff, what is wrong with you?" She's stood in the doorway of his office just before closing, arms folded and a brow raised in disapproval.

Carmy doesn't understand her, and honestly he never really has, but he gets one thing, she's disappointed. "Did I do something wrong?" He turns in his chair to face her properly as he talks, curious and confused.

"I see how you look at her," Tina starts, casting her eyes out of the room for a moment as if to check no one is coming. "Why do you push her away?"

"Who exactly are we talking about here?" Carmy asks, knowing well enough where this is going. He's running out of time to come up with excuses and he doesn't think he has any left to give.

"You know who," Tina sends him a frown, "she really liked you, you know. And now," she pauses contemplating whether she should tell Carmy exactly what she knows.

Now Carmy is even more confused, and suddenly his heart is beating a little faster in his chest. Each second of silence is an aching weight on his ability to breathe, and yet Tina still fails to continue.

"And now what, Tina? What's going on?" He tries not to seem so affected by her pause, her deliberation, but it's scaring him and he needs the answer.

Tina, in the end, can see his desperation, a long sigh passing from her lips as sympathy overtakes her features. It's rare for her to show him such care, and that makes it all much worse when she gives in.

"Now she thinks you hate her."

Carmy leans forward in his chair, a hand over his mouth as it sinks in. How the avoidance he started, created a rift just like it always does. How he sent you signals that perhaps ruined your view of him altogether. He hates himself for it because he doesn't think he could ever hate you, and yet you seem to think that's all he can do.

"How long? How long has she felt like this?" carding a hand through his hair, Carmy can't find it in himself to sit still, knee bobbing up and down as his eyes flit from Tina, to the floor.

"It's been a while, Jeff." She can tell he cares and her words come softly, as if breaking the news of the loss of a loved one. In a way that's exactly what this is.

"Is she still here?" Carmy finds himself standing, waiting for the answer with very little patience.

"She's leaving now, you might be able to catch her on the way out, but no guarantees." Tina steps to the side, allowing Carmy to rush straight out the door of the office. You're not in the kitchen and by the time he makes it to the register you're nowhere to be found, but the bell atop the store door is still swinging with the weight of it's most recent ring, and he hopes it's a sign that you're right outside.

Carmen Berzatto is an anxious mess, and as he pushes himself out the door he knows why.

When he lays his eyes on you you're walking away, bag over your shoulder and jacket wrapped tight around your body. It takes him at least three seconds to call out, and when you turn it starts to sink in.

"Can we talk?" It's hard for him to say, especially after all the time he's spent trying to avoid this conversation and by the looks of it, you aren't so eager to be in this situation either. But even so, you nod, sending him a smile. It's somewhat fake and that says something in itself, that Carmy can tell the difference between that of your falsified happiness and your real joy.

It takes him a moment, and the silence between you is like a stone dropped into a lake, sinking deeper and deeper into the both of you with every second. "I'm sorry if I've been distant." he's taking it slow, hoping that perhaps a confession isn't needed just yet. But there's seems to be no change in you, and the dip of your brows makes you seem so tired.

"Did Tina put you up to this?" You sound just as exhausted as you look, and the eye contact Carmy holds with you is both soothing and stressful.

"She told me some things," he admits "but I'm here because I want to be." Carmen is fiddling nervously with his fingers, trying to act as though this isn't difficult for him to do. He's looking at you properly for the first time in months, acknowledging you and taking in everything he missed. The details he used to scan over every day are still the same, and he finds the peace in you that he always has, even now. "I don't hate you. I don't think it's possible for me to do that." He laughs with the last part, anxiety creeping through into the sound.

"Carmen, I understand it's not possible for everyone to like me, and I'm not mad at you. You're trying to be my boss, not my friend." You try for a smile again, a weak one that seems to hurt Carmy rather than send comfort through his veins.

He finds himself frowning, and the disbelief of it all consumes him entirely as he listens to you, processing your words like they are knives that slash toward his heart. "That's not...I didn't mean for—" He's an awkward stuttering mess, just like when he was a kid. He was afraid to speak his mind back then, but he can't live in his past anymore. "I don't hate you, and you've got it all wrong."

"Have I? Because it sure doesn't feel like it." You shift your bag further onto your shoulder, and Carmy can tell you're uncomfortable. He hates that he's the cause of it.

"I'm sorry, for ignoring you, distancing myself, but I don't hate you and I need you to know that." He combs a hand over his hair again, his eyes locked to yours as he remembers just how easy it was to get lost within you. How easy it still is to do so. "I don't know why I thought cutting you out would help, and it was selfish."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"What, No—" He goes to defend you, to excuse his actions in fire of stuttered words, but you cut him off, your eyebrows knitting together in a frown.

"You said cutting me out would help, Carmy. Help with what? What did I do?"

And there it was, the slip-up that was inescapable, the forced hand of Carmy's emotions and the checkmate of his story. He stands there, unsure and frozen until you scoff in disbelief. "I'm tired Carmy, I'm going home."

You go to turn around, and for a second Carmy thinks about letting you leave. Perhaps that would give him time, push back the inevitable until he can find the confidence to say it all. But Carmy isn't that stupid, and letting you leave will be the end of it all if he does.

"I'd let you ruin my fucking life."

That makes you stop like a statue in the street, paused in utter disorientation, and Carmy is scared out of his mind. But he thinks of Michael, what he would say had he seen his brother so damn terrified of something that might change him forever, the three words he always said. And suddenly Carmy has got to say everything. His hands shake and his thoughts are scaling the walls of his brain, but he manages. He pushes through.

"I'd let you ruin my whole life, and I don't know how the fuck else to describe it." The cold night air does nothing to calm his nerves, and he can feel the heat creeping up his neck, into his face. "There's something about you that just—it tears me apart and, fuck!" Carmy's hands find their way to his hair as if pulling at it in frustration will do any good. He paces. He paces as if that will help bring the words to his lips, as if that will help him take it all back. As if each step will give him a second chance to do things right. Why can't he do anything right?

"You're just so—" he can't find the word, stuck in the limbo of his own vocabulary, and finally he turns to you in defeat, hoping the sight of you will provide an answer. It does, in a way, help him form a sentence, though it's not the one he'd originally planned. "You're just so fucking real. It's like I'm surrounded by all this goddamn plastic all the time, like everything is just going so fast and I can't hold on to any of it. And I've been trying to find something real, something stable my whole life. And I guess that's why you fuck with my head."

The air around Carmy seems muted, and the fact you're left speechless with nothing to say to him is perhaps the entire reason he didn't tell you any of this in the first place. He'd caught you off guard, bombarding you with a more than unprofessional conversation, and now he's sure you'll run. You'll run from him, from the restaurant and find some new place to spend your days. Away from him, from his messed up life.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry," He's trying to cover for himself, or perhaps he's only talking to fill the deafening silence "I shouldn't have dumped that on you, that wasn't professional I just—" Carmy goes quiet. Not because he doesn't have more to say—he has plenty more apologies to let loose, and yet he's silent. He's occupied now, lips busy as they press against yours and he doesn't quite know what's happening. You'd moved forward so fast, hands on his shoulders, and mid-sentence Carmy felt himself stop breathing. Because you kissed him and after the initial shock of it all, he found himself kissing you back. You had intended it to be a short kiss, a simple peck just to keep him quiet, but before you could even think of pulling away Carmy pulled you back for more. He didn't even mean to do it, the subconscious decision to pull you closer being only a minuscule part of his concerns. The worst part is that Carmy doesn't know if he's doing any of it right. He doesn't know if he should be doing this at all—kissing a co-worker like it's his last day on earth—but he is. The feel of your hands on his shoulders, and his own on the sides of your face, is all so new, but he doesn't hate it. Not in the slightest.

When he pulls back it's awkward, and the quiet, panicked chuckle that leaves you seems so different to the stunned silence he stands in. He is still so close to you, and his hands have yet to leave the sides of your face. He's waiting for you to ask for space, to move away, but you don't.

"That wasn't professional of me at all." You speak so quietly, almost in a whisper and somehow, the sound of your voice, combined with such ridiculous words makes him smile.

"I started it, so I guess the blames on me."

You shake your head, eyes falling downward in embarrassment before you look back up at him, and Carmy hasn't seen that look on your face before. He doesn't know what it means, but by the softest upturn of your lips, and the way you press your cheek a little further into the palm of his hand, he dares to take a guess and assume that maybe, the way your eyes are scanning over him is a good thing. "I kissed you first." You mutter, letting out a small huff of breath as if you can't believe it.

"But I kissed you back." He adds "So technically, we're both part of the problem."

You laugh, and Carmy lets himself do the same, because, for the first time in a long time, he can let the weight that was bringing him down, fade away.

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[spikes-got-anger-issues]

Here’s an interesting thought experiment. I was reading your post about the Commando app Beta 2.1 vs 3.1 debate and whether there was an Alpha app or a Beta 1.1. What if there was an Alpha app and Douglas tried it with Adam, the original bionic but it didn’t work right and caused some brain damage which is why Adam is like that? Douglas then realized that if he was going to put the Commando app in a bionic’s head that he needed to completely rewire their brain to be able to handle actually having information downloaded like a computer. By the time he realized this Bree was too far along so he turned his attention to the next subject. He made Chase more computer like and did a bunch of stuff that would allow Chase to handle actual changes to his brain from outside influences. It’s why Chase has the Commando and override app. The other two can’t have actual apps in their heads like that because they weren’t created to handle things like that.

Yayyy another person to talk about Spike/the Commando App with!!

And this is such an interesting thought that I love!! These are all great connecting ideas too, the idea that Chase has these apps because he has a computer in his mind to process and handle it all unlike his siblings and not just because his main ability is super intelligence. After all, he does have more room for upgrades than his siblings. I love this idea!

I do wonder though if after Douglas were to hypothetically do this he went and gave Adam and Bree some from of compatibility to their chips since Chase can connect to them essentially through bluetooth. But him having the computer not only for his intelligence but also for his apps and to process the use and control of these apps alongside his normal brain is really something to think about. Not only that, but he does have a bunch of wiring inside his head and a bunch of different scanners from his bionic eyes that are also linked to his computer system too (identifying people, fingerprint scanning, etc.)

And with the Commando App, we see that in both versions, especially the first one we see in 1x03, that there is a bunch of coding that appears during the activation and deactivation of the app. This almost seems to imply too that the app truly is still not 100% complete, which matches with the Beta version we see.

We also see that the Commando App has an entire targeting system connected to Spike's vision. In the first version this comes in the form of Spike scanning the threat's face before completely locking onto the target as an "imminent threat."

In the second version, this just comes in the form of a literal target being in Spike's vision. He also has a gauge that measures his aggression level, which obviously varies for him. Not only that, but on the right side of Spike's vision he has gauges to measure speed and visibility presumably of his target, which is kind of scary lol.

A mystery however is why does the chip interrupter not only not work on the Commando App, but instead makes Spike more aggressive? It most likely has something to do with affecting the computer system in Chase. Maybe it doesn't work because Spike is an app and is potentially more linked to the computer in Chase than his chip? Is it just a glitch in general? Is Spike's aggression increase also a glitch or is it a defense mechanism against an outside influence? Who knows!

One last thing to note is the fact that after Spike takes a hard hit from Perry, it actually causes an error in Chase's computer system and glitches the Commando App out and forces it to disengage. Maybe this is something that would "naturally" happen or this is another example of the incomplete app being unstable (because one would imagine that this caliber of app and its purpose of fighting shouldn't be able to glitch out and shut down after a hard hit)

Another intriguing thought is that a few of Chase's abilities are apps but are considered "abilities" like the Commado App or his Magnetism App, if that makes sense. Some of his "abilities" are directly related to his computer system as apps compared to his normal "abilities" like his laser bo or forcefield. I just thought that that was interesting to point out because I never really realized that until now!

There's a lot to think about with this, and since we were never meant to dive this deep into because it's a Disney XD show, there's a lot to play around with!

#I might circle back to this because I feel like I had more to say but I forgot because I'm tired lol so I also apologize for any errors #but I am so so sorry for answering this late!! :[ School and work have kept me suuuuuper busy lately and I like thinking through my answers #beforehand and it took me a while to type this out #but I love love love talking about stuff like this especially with Spike/the Commando App in general so thank you for asking about this!! #and I assure you that I will get to your other ask when I have more downtime hopefully sometime later this week :] #disney lab rats #lab rats #chase davenport #spike davenport #lab rats spike #ask

[kedreeva]

Dude, can i just unload on you a second? Sorry in advance.

I wrote a fic and i worked really hard on it and its getting kudos! And i am so grateful, but it isnt really getting comments and so i feel really deflated and demotivated. I guess maybe people didnt connect with it emotionally, idk. Its a genuine bummer.

I dont have a beta, i dont have fandom friends and i guess ive hit the limitations of my writing ability. i'm not sure i'm going to bother to write again. I feel really sad about it and i guess i just wanted to tell someone. Even if i'm saying it anonymously to a stranger.

Thank you for letting me vent also sorry for using you to vent. I hope you have a lovely day ♥️

I get the feeling. Kudos are great but completely lack context, and going back to re-read a list of names is just not as exciting and motivating as reading even a few nice words about your writing. It's also hard to be motivated to share if it feels like it's not actually doing anything for someone else, since the point of sharing is generally for the interaction of doing so.

All I can say is that a LOT of things can affect whether a fic gets seen or not, including when you post it, and how you "advertise" for it. Sometimes it just doesn't find the right eyes. Sometimes it doesn't hit at the right time for the right eyes. But, if you keep going, you'll find an audience that suits you, that enjoys your writing and says so. Sometimes you'll get people who come back years later and say something. Give it time, keep going, and if you have to, write a couple of stories just for yourself without sharing. It's nice to be the sole target audience, on occasion.

#anon asks #asks #you can always come vent #I won't always publish vent asks #but my asks are always open #commenting

[astarryeyedlady]

| mortifying ordeal |

part 2

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: this was supposed to be a simple "reader offers eddie a ride" but it definitely got away from me lol. anyway enjoy <3

warning: no beta.

word count: 3k.

*******

"fucking... shit!"

you jump, startled, and lose the grip on your bunch of keys. they clatter on the ground, chipping the tiny charm in the process - time for you to go, tweety.

you turn towards the voice muttering profanities a few parking lots away, seeing a familiar face kicking the tire of his van and dragging a tired, exasperated hand through his messy curls.

you grab your keys from the ground and walk to him, backpack half hanging from your shoulder. "everything okay, munson?"

he turns with a deep frown but smooths it out when he sees it's you, offering a half smile in greeting and a slight bow of his head. "not quite," he grunts. "some dickhead thought it funny to pierce a hole in my tire, and now i gotta go home on foot. or wait for my uncle..."

he's half-muttering to himself now, and you take a moment to realize that this is probably the first time you actually saw him worried and - the right word would probably be, dejected. it's strange: eddie munson is always joking and teasing, not even the fact that he's at his third senior year seems to faze him anymore, and usually even the bullying stops at calling him a freak because he's just too chill to let what other people say or think of him affect him.

apparently, they decided to try a different approach. dickheads indeed - this has jocks written all over it.

you bite the inside of your cheek, thinking. you're not exactly friends, to be honest - you share various classes and also happened to work on a few projects together, but that's the extent of it. you've always seen him in the background at school previous to your senior year - he was impossible to miss, as his personality demanded your whole attention; he was a costant, brilliant presence moving in and out of your circle, making you almost painfully aware of his existence - yet you never engaged with him, not for lack of desire to do so. you're simply not that great with strangers and have always felt some sort of deference towards the older students.

you've always thought it would be an amazing experience to actually get to know him, hearing his weirdly deep rants about any sort of subject up close instead of straining your ears from your table in the cafeteria - even during class, if he was in the mood to pay attention, he would rarely say something dumb. he always seems to think before speaking, and then from time to time he would even quote pieces of literature. how could you not be intrigued?

and even if it's different now, as you're both on equal ground, there still hasn't been an occasion for you to exchange more than a few words.

maybe this was it.

"you need help to change your tire?"

he blinks, looking surprised that you're still here. "um, what?"

you point to the tire slumped sadly on the ground. "i can help with that, if you want."

he still looks like a deer in the headlights, hands gripping his elbows and head tilted sideways as he just - stares at you, as if he's considering whether you're fucking with him or you're actually serious.

hopefully, since he hasn't told you to fuck off yet, he's leaning more towards the latter.

"thank you, sweetheart," he says eventually. "but this was my spare tire. it's not the first time this happened, and i haven't... mmh... had time to change it yet."

"oh."

you stare at each other, a weird mood settling on the scene - it kinda feels like you're both trying to figure the other out without being able to. you can't read his expression, his poker face is too good for that, so you can only hope he doesn't think you're crazy, or worse - one of the bullies who ruined his only means of getting home.

you clear your throat before he can say anything, and point in the general direction of your car. "well, do you want a ride? you can't go back on foot, it's about to rain."

"why?"

the sudden sharpness of his voice catches you off guard. "why what?"

"why are you doing this? you rarely talk to me outside of class. actually, i didn't even think you knew my name," he calls you out like he's just stating a fact, merciless yet not cruel, and you start to regret ever coming up to talk to him.

"we have six classes together, of course i know your name," you murmur, not really knowing what to say. yeah, what possessed you to make you go and talk to him out of nowhere? god, no one likes nosey people.

time to flee the scene. "i'm sorry, i didn't want to impose or- or look like a busybody. you just looked like you needed help and i- i, well, doesn't matter. uh, sorry again then. bye."

you're already in front of your car when you hear your name (he knows it?) being called, but you're feeling humiliated enough and you just want to go home and try to forget the way you just made a fool of yourself.

eddie calls your name again, and his hand presses against your car door. "hey, wait a second- please?"

god, why couldn't you mind your own business? with a sigh, you straighten your back - just pretend not to be affected, then take the furthest seat possible from him in your classes from now on.

"mh?"

"look, i didn't mean to sound rude - it came out wrong," he says quickly, as if he's afraid you might just jump in the car and run before he has finished. "we just never talked, and suddenly you come up and offer me a ride? i'm grateful but also a bit confused. okay? you usually avoid me!"

you stubbornly ignore the fragments of past scenes coming to mind - eddie picking up your pen and you taking it from his hand without even glancing his way, cheeks too warm from the brief yet lingering touch of his fingers against you; him moving away from your path with a flourish and a half bow, half gentleman and half jester, only to get a tight-lipped awkward smile before watching you scurry away; you fidgeting on your seat as the both of you work together on the same essay, too nervous and focused on the light scent of aftershave coming off of him to notice his perplexed and vaguely annoyed expression.

to be fair he probably has all the reasons to think you've been avoiding him, but you're not about to confess your crush just to clear up the whole misunderstanding.

and yet - it hurts to know that's what he thinks of you.

"i don't avoid you!" you blurt, turning so sharply towards him that he takes an instinctive step back. "you're the one who's unapproachable!"

his eyes widen almost comically, his finger pointing to himself. "who, me?" he snorts a laugh. "i'm, like, the most approachable guy in the whole school. wouldn't be able to run my business otherwise, you think?"

you stare at him, speechless. why is he even insisting - how are you having this conversation?

"munson, you're just- kind of intimidating, to be honest", you force yourself to admit. "and i'm not great at making friends - usually people approach me first because i guess i give off a non-threatening aura, but that's it. and you're this- this big, imposing presence, the cool older senior who deals and has a band and tattoos and long hair - and, and... don't you see it? it's overwhelming! so- so, i'm not avoiding you, i just can't meet your eyes!"

at this point you're pretty sure that if the ground doesn't open up and swallow you whole in the next five minutes you're going to find it very hard coming back to school tomorrow, but that sounds like a problem for future you. present you has her own problems - she's breathing shakily, staring at eddie munson waiting for the guy to laugh or tell you to fuck off and just hopefully forget the whole thing ever happened.

except - eddie munson isn't looking at you like that.

his mouth is hanging open, his lips trying to move and mouth something despite his voice refusing to come out. the hand pressing the door of your car close slips away and curls into a tight fist against his thigh.

still, it seems anticlimatic to just enter your car and leave, so you wait. what else could go wrong at this point, right? he already thinks you're kind of a bitch.

as you wait, you focus on the big, metal rings on his pale fingers, noticing a skull shaped one that wasn't there the other day - and was that writing on his skin? you remember watching him scribble on the back of his hand during maths, looking bored out of his mind, blue ink shaping stylized images that looked like the ones patched on his jeans vest - and god, why do you even know this kind of stuff. but you couldn't really help it, though?, since he keeps sitting next to you, forcing you to learn things about him. yeah, that's it - it's his fault, really.

"you think i'm cool?"

you blink, abruptly coming back to reality. "sorry, what?"

"you", he says again, playing with a lock of his hair and twirling it under his nose as if it were a moustache. "you said- you think i'm cool?"

is he blushing?

because you're blushing.

"well- well, i mean, you're-" you gesture nervously towards him, feeling warm. that's what he got from your little rant? "-you're like, a rockstar", you finish lamely.

please, god, take me now.

"a... rockstar", he repeats, baffled.

you gesture wildly with the hand holding your keys like a weapon, throwing shyness out the window. "you have a belt made of bullets!"

"not today."

you falter. "ah?"

"i said, i'm not wearing that today." now he's staring, a weird, considering look upon his handsome face. "actually, i think i only wore it a couple of times at school."

your arms fall at your side as you hold his gaze, completely lost. why the sudden change of subject?

"i don't understand what you-"

"a couple of times in the last three years, i mean."

ah.

you clear your throat, lowering your eyes to the metallica tshirt peeking out from his jacket. a muscle twitches in your jaw as you clench your teeth, nervousness coming back in waves and warmth settling on your cheeks.

way to look like a stalker in front of the guy you fancy.

you swallow, gripping the strap of your bag and trying to look anywhere but him. except eddie is making it nearly impossible, standing big and tall in front of you and filling your whole visual field.

"i'm sorry", you repeat, not quite knowing what to say. it's like you're having an out of body experience with how strange the afternoon has been - but this is definitely gonna put a stop to any future attempt of befriending him.

the last nail on your coffin, burying the little courage you had left.

out of the corner of your eye you see his fingers drumming on his faded jeans, then his hand twitches as if he's debating whether to try and touch you - and you've had enough.

"i'm just gonna go before, uh, before it rains." you finally stick the key in the door and open your car, throwing your bag on the passenger seat; the scent of vanilla coming from the arbre magique hanging from the rearview mirror is a lovely welcome for your frayed nerves.

"hey hey, wait", eddie suddenly jumps in front of you, hands hovering mid-hair to show he has no bad intentions - at least that's how he looks to you - and those big, brown eyes watching you with concern and- and something else you're too tired to decipher. "this isn't... 's not how this was supposed to go."

you close your eyes, deflated. "what are you talking about, munson?"

he grabs the back of his neck, leaning against the side of your car. "this... the first time we talked."

you frown, crossing your arm. "we talk all the time in class."

he throws you a flat stare. "i'm not talking about when we're picking a subject for an essay or i ask you to copy your maths homeworks, sweetheart."

sweetheart? maybe there's still hope.

he groans before you have the time to say anything, and rubs his face harshly as if to pull himself together. "you know- i thought you hated me at first, with how you skirt around me and look on edge or uncomfortable all the time. thought it was because i'm the freak, and maybe some friends told you to give me a wide berth, you know? and i thought - well, that's fair, a girl's gotta protect herself from weird older guys who sell drugs! so i wasn't going to lose sleep on it, i mean. but then you ended up in a lot of my classes! and you're adorable. and it's clear that you're not one to judge a book by its cover, okay, you seem to have a good relationship with anyone. except me! and i- i don't get it. i tried to talk to you, tried to tease you, to help you, to make you help me, try to look as unthreatening as possible! and you just- you just look away. you're all fidgety like, like... i don't know, like you're red riding hood and i'm the big bad wolf! and then now, out of nowhere, you approach me first and offer me a ride? am i in a twilight zone episode?"

he stops brusquely to catch his breath, hand running through his hair as his eyes wildly look around as if to make certain that no one else was witness to his rant - but you're alone now, students already gone home from the day and teachers probably still in some meeting inside.

"those were certainly a lot of words", you mutter, mind reeling. you don't think you ever heard him say so many words all together - well, not to you, anyway - and it was kind of... thrilling, to be honest.

maybe you were in a twlight zone episode.

"yeah, i tend to vomit words when i'm nervous," he blurts out, unfiltered.

a few, fat drops of water start falling slowly all around you, splattering on your car and leaving round shadows on the pavement, but suddenly you're not in a hurry to leave anymore. at this point you kinda want to resolve this thing, so you close your eyes and sigh.

"i have a crush on you."

"...no."

you huff a laugh at his incredulous tone, nodding. "yeah."

he ignores the raindrop running down his nose and dripping from his chin, eyes intent on you, a hand raising to grip his shirt in the direction of his heart. "you're serious? you're not bullshitting me?"

you feel tired all of a sudden so you sit inside your car, legs dangling outside, hands grasped together in between your thighs. "nope", you confirm, shrugging. "sorry."

at least, the fact that he's not one to gossip comes as a comfort to you - your little, silly unrequited crush is going to remain hidden, hopefully, and now the misunderstandings between you two are all cleared. it does make you feel a tiny bit relieved, all things considered - and maybe even your classes are going to pass with less tension.

"now, why do you keep saying sorry?" eddie opens the door wide and suddenly he's kneeling in front of you, no thought spared for the dirty, wet asphalt of the parking lot.

"oh my god, get up, you'll ruin your knees and your jeans-!"

"babe, i don't care." that shuts you up pretty quickly. "now, you were telling me about your crush? i have a few questions, if you don't mind."

this is all so surreal, you can't even conjure the embarrassment anymore. "and do you have to stay there for this?"

"yeah, i think i'll get better answers", he smirks up at you, then he offers you his hand - palm up. "may i?"

why not? you put your hand over his and his fingers curl around it, the cold metal of his rings clashing pleasantly with the warmth of your skin. you try not to think of how many times you have wondered how would it feel to touch him - to have that degree of casual familiarity that would allow for it - and you fail, of course. the feeling of his hand grasping yours is even better than what you could imagine.

your eyes finally raise to his face, and in the dim light of the cloudy afternoon eddie munson looks incredibly soft, spurring you to gently squeeze his hand.

his smirk turns into something sweeter. "hi there."

"hi." your lips curl upwards, a bit sadly. "look, i didn't mean anything with that, by the way. about my crush - you don't have to worry about it. i just don't want you to keep thinking i hate you, or that i'm a bitch. i'm just shy, promise."

now he's the one who squeezes your hand. "that does answer a few questions, although i never thought you were a bitch. just... maybe... a little stuck-up?"

you snort. "as if that's any better?"

"it is", he nods sagely. "you can work with stuck-upness, but you rarely can fix bitchiness."

"aah, shakespeare?"

eddie's whole face seems to brighten. "and with a sense of humour, too - a woman after my own heart!"

you bite the inside of your cheek, shaking your head. "please, don't joke about that."

he must have heard something fragile in your tone because he sobers up immediately, taking your other hand too and squeezing them together between his. "i'm not joking", he assures you, gently. "haven't you been listening, sweetheart? i told you i tried everything short of showing up naked for maths to catch your attention."

your brain doesn't immediately grasp the meaning of his words - to be fair, rain keeps falling in quiet, sparse drops, and his long curls are getting frizzy and a few damp locks are sticking on his forehead and pinky cheekbones, making him look like a renaissance painting; but then you blink, and he's still on his knees in front of you, patiently waiting for your reaction - and the only thing you can say is, "uh?"

eddie laughs a bit, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he puts the weight of his torso against your thighs, looking up at you with your hands held against his face. "seen something you like, mh?"

ah, and the blush is back.

"this is why i couldn't look at you." you swallow, incredulous of the turn this whole awkward affair has taken. "you're distracting, eddie munson."

"and you're beautiful, sweetheart", he doesn't miss a beat. "so! you have a crush on me, i have a crush on you... when are you gonna take me on a date? because i'm currently on foot, sadly."

"i know, that's why i offered you a ride earlier", you remind him, rolling your eyes - then freeze. "wait- you have a crush on me?"

"yeah? pay attention", he says distractedly, playing with your hands before bringing them up to his mouth and - leaving kisses on your fingers. "and i'm actually quite wounded that your way of flirting is ignoring me, you know. truly counterproductive, i have to say."

his lips keep brushing and peppering kisses on your hands and you're finding it harder and harder to focus on the conversation. "i know, i- i'm- sorry?" he casually puts your index finger inside his mouth and bites down on it, not to hurt but definitely to scold, and your breath hitches. "yeah, s-sorry doesn't cut it."

"it does not", he concurs primly.

"how about-", you try again, heart beating wildly inside your ribcage as eddie simply start to suck on your finger, slowly, watching you through half-lidded eyes. "-mmh, i give you a ride home, and we decide what to do on the way?"

god, how did things escalated so quickly?

he releases you with a pop and smile up at you. "yep, that's better. and you're gonna answer my questions, yes?"

"sure", you murmur, light-headed.

"perfect!" he finally gets up, cracking his back with a satisfied groan and brushing the dirty off his knees, looking like a different person than the one cursing at his tire from earlier. "let me get my bag real quick and then we can go, babe."

he leans in to smack a kiss on your forehead with admirable ease before jogging to his van, leaving you to admire his broad back and allow your heart to calm down.

so - guess the two of you are dating, now?

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #text #mine* #this just kept going and going!! i had no idea where it was headed lol. def no plot here - vibes only

[anukulee]

Relationship Chicken (pt 3)

Beta Read and Edited by, Evelyn.Kingsley.

A/N: The song I linked below doesn't belong to me in any way, but it is something I think fits the vibe of this chapter.

As a long-living god or demi-god, depending on who you ask, Loki had many memorable moments. These included the first time he was able to successfully use a seidr, successful pranks played on both Thor and others, the first time someone sought his company both for pleasure and outside of it, any moments spent with his mother, and so many. Yet the moment Ava allowed her hand to take him, almost every other moment became second to this. Little to Loki's knowledge, this very moment would be one that would spark many moments like this, that this was only the first of many, yet for Loki at the time, this was enough. He finally had a fighting chance to win her over to prove his undying affection; all he needed to do was seduce her.

A task that wasn't out of Loki's range of expertise, for in his days before the "accident" and far before Thanos had taken him, Loki had managed to seduce several people into his chambers. Whether that be for pleasure only or for short-lived romantic flings, the recipients range from various types, maidens, non-maidens, soldiers, and royals, some more innocent than others, all with the promise of consent and mutual benefit, both inside and outside of pleasure. To Loki, seducing was in his nature, almost as if it was deeply rooted in his DNA, yet Loki knew she was different. Every tactic that Loki had ever known failed on her, as she always seemed to have a bickering response to it, something he had initially taken as avoidance, but perhaps there was more to it. Maybe if I play into it will better my chances, he thought, already trying to devise a plan, at least until he was interrupted.

"Hello, Mcfly, is anyone in there," the voice called out, snapping Loki out of his thoughts. He shook his head as he seemed to recall where he was and who he was with.

"Yes, and I don't particularly prefer being referred to as a fly." Loki's face was already back to its usual seriousness, his arms crossed against his chest.

"It's just a saying, you know that, right?"

"Of course, I know that," Loki spurted out, acting as if he had known when honestly he hadn't, but he couldn't let her know that. After all, lacking common knowledge didn't seem to be a particularly attractive Midgardian trait, with those like his brother at the time being seen as himbos or lacking knowledge because of it. While Loki would at times make snipes at Thor's lack of strategy or call him an oaf, Loki knew far better than anyone else that his brother was no himbo. What he lacked in Midgardian knowledge he made up for on the battlefield, being equally as skilled as Loki and knowing who to hit and at what time. Loki would never admit that to Thor; after all, he didn't need him getting a giant head more than he already had. This is a factor in the next part of Loki's response. "I was just making sure you knew it," Loki blurted, another lie slipping out of his tongue, though coming out as natural as ever. He wasn't the god of mischief and lies for no reason, though the irony of it did get to Loki at times.

"Whatever you mischief." Ava gave Loki a skeptical look, almost as if she knew he was lying, yet that was the end of it. As she quickly changed the subject. "So, how do you propose to seduce me?" Her arms crossed, very relaxed, almost as if she thought he couldn't do it. Through it was that question that made Loki want to spiral back into his thoughts and plan for centuries how he would properly do it, just as he had done previously. The problem is he didn't do that with her, and he didn't have centuries to analyze her every move, then come up with a plan that fit it. He had to seduce her in a matter of hours. A task, while not foreign to him, would prove to be particularly difficult, her need to bicker with him always coming back. He hadn't expected this much resistance to the idea when he had seen the opportunity initially focused on the fact that he had it and less on what it truly entailed. Yet with that came a thought that Loki had never really considered before. Perhaps I could go along with it and factor it into it, and it would make things easier. While to someone on the outside, Loki's thoughts might've seemed like forever, to him, it only took a moment or two. Yet it appeared Ava saw this as too long as she already had something else to say. "Cat got your tongue mischief?"

At this, Loki was once again snapped out of his thoughts as he began to draw his familiar mask, for anything else seemed to only confuse her. "Never, my darling."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Positive. Prepare to be seduced properly, my lady." Loki got out of his seat, going to where Ava sat, bowing down and holding his hand out to her. Much like he would do if he were asking her for a dance.

"So I am your lady now?" Ava took his hand into hers, something that Loki hadn't expected but didn't mind.

"You've always been my lady."

At this, a light chuckle escaped Ava's lips, a laugh that Loki longed to hear more and savored. As he rarely seemed to be on the receiving end of it, with their usual bickering banter usually being at the forefront more. "I bet you say that to all of them."

"No, just you."

"Ah, so no soon-to-be princesses, not even another prince?"

Hearing that comment struck Loki as a surprise. He hadn't expected her to know that side of him. He had never hidden it, though it still seemed to surprise people. "You know?"

"I had a hunch."

"Did you?" Loki is very much curious as to how she had known.

Ava let out a shrug on her shoulders as if this was a usual topic amongst them and not the first time they had discussed this. "You never struck me as the type to be fully biased into one gender, not to mention you are a shapeshifter."

"That I am, my lady. And how about you?"

"I can see the seductive appeal of it, though it's not my preference."

"I see, but if I were to change into my female form, would you be attracted to me?" This was a question that had been somewhat lingering in the depth of Loki's thoughts, one that he never saw a chance to ask until now.

At this, Ava put a finger to her chin, and Loki could almost see the gears in her head turning as she honestly considered the option. Loki is curious about what she would have to say, ready to note it for later if need be. "Perhaps, who could say?"

"You wouldn't be against it?"

"Why would I be?"

"Some people think it's odd that I can switch between genders."

"Why you are a shapeshifter. It's in your nature to watch to switch."

"Some don't see it that way, and some see it as me wishing to be in one form over the other."

"Do you have a preference in your forms?"

"I typically use a male form, as you see, though I do admit the female side does come in handy at times, if you know what I mean," Loki responded with a wink and a wiggle of his eyebrows. Could I be any more foolish Loki wondered after hearing those words come out of his mouth.

"My, isn't someone going all in?"

"As if you are any different, darling? We both know you are far less innocent than you appear."

"Aren't I?"

"Whose to say, though I am quite jealous of those who had the chance to ravish your form before I." Loki's voice remained as sultry as ever, yet inside; he wasn't as seductive as his thoughts still seemed to have no mercy on him. Ravish her form? What's the best you could come up with? Way to be subtle, mind, Loki thought, his thoughts still as self-deprecating as ever. Yet rather than be discouraged or call him out for his corny lines, Ava seemed to be taking it in stride.

"If you were to properly seduce me, perhaps you would get that chance."

At this, Loki was once more interested as he leaned closer to her. "Oh, are you putting the offer on the table, darling?"

"Perhaps."

"You know I have never been one to refuse such a feast," Loki said with a lick of his lips. His eyes were full of lust, yearning, and pinning as Ava once more seemed to unlock something more to Loki, something that he hadn't even known. Loki's following line was unexpected. "Perhaps I should take a bite beforehand." His mouth opened almost as if he was about to do something, at least until Ava used her free hand to put her fingers on his lips.

"Not just yet, mischief."

"Oh, and why not?"

"I recall hearing someone say they were going to seduce me and be the best date ever?"

"I did promise that, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did so seduce me mischief."

"Those are fighting words, my dear."

"Oh, because all I hear is talk and no bite." Ava went so far as to putting her hand to her ear, looking around.

"Fine, prepare to be seduced."

"Ready when you are."

At this, a smile began to grace Loki's lips, for Ava seemed to lack knowledge of what she was getting herself into, but Loki knew precisely what she was getting herself into. He just hoped she was as prepared as he was. "Then allow me to lead the way, my lady," Loki said with another bow, his hand still in Ava's as he led them out of the area they were sitting towards the door, both unsure of what was coming next and eager at the same time.

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Alpha Peter becomes unexpectedly protective of omega Tony and Tony doesn't know why at first until peter told him. Tony is pregnant

Alpha, Omega and ?

AN: Hi nonnie - this took a little bit of a turn from what I originally imagined and your initial ask, but I hope you still like it.

I’ve never written A/B/O before, although I’ve read a lot. Whilst there are no explicit details in this, I am basing my Omegaverse anatomies on this guide by the wonderful @jro616, where male omegas and female alphas are either intersex people who have chosen their external presentation to match how they feel as a person, not their genitalia, or trans people who have decided (for whatever reason) not to have bottom surgery. You can read Tony in this fic either way.

In this story, when they meet, Peter is early to mid 20’s and Tony is approaching 40. Both of them are normal (omegaverse) humans.

Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans, divider by @firefly-graphics, moodboard by me.

WC: 3k, cos short fics aren’t my forte.

CW: A/B/O dynamics, age gap, mentions of bigotry and slut shaming, heats, ruts, claiming and consent, mild sexual content, mentions of masturbation, discussions of fertility, getting together, established relationship, fluff.

Peter was tired. Absolutely bone-weary. He sank down into the worn, cushioned seat in the cab, as it whisked him away from the airport and towards home. He’d been away for two long weeks and was ready to be back where he belonged, in the penthouse, with his sweet omega.

Many things had surprised him when he’d begun his internship at Stark industries all those years ago. Firstly, how Tony actually got himself involved at the ground level in all things, even if it was just a meeting with him to explain the background of a team's new development project. Peter had not been expecting that.

He’d also not been expecting to take one sniff of Tony’s omega scent and have his hind brain start shouting “Mine mine mine”. As inappropriate workplace crushes go, Peter knew this was a doozy.

The whole world knew that Tony was an omega, with more than one old-fashioned and bigoted person questioning, publically, whether he should remain in charge of the famous tech firm he’d inherited from his father. But he’d proved all the nay-sayers wrong, taking the company from strength to strength, despite his secondary gender and his personal life.

Tony was known to play the field, not something considered a virtue in an omega, but he’d got away with it by mainly dating, or appearing at functions with, other omegas and some betas, both male and female. On the rare occasion he was spotted with alpha, it was a female one; female alphas were even rarer than male omegas, and it always seemed to feel like a publicity stunt.

Peter was taken aback by his reaction to his new boss, and tried to pack his feelings, and his desire, away in a box in the back of his mind. He told himself that Tony wouldn’t be interested in an alpha like him, especially one so many years his junior, and an employee to boot. He would be a model employee, a model alpha, and not let his primal nature affect his work. However, all his good intentions were scuppered by a couple of things.

To start with, Peter was clever, exceedingly so. It shouldn’t have come to Tony’s surprise, given the fact that he’d signed off on the internship, but nevertheless, his eyebrows had almost shot up into his hairline the first time Peter had stuck his hand up in one of the meetings and calmly told Tony that he’d made a mistake in one of his own calculations. Peter could still remember the way Tony had gaped like a fish, had started to politely reprimand him, before turning back to his presentation, cocking his head and then nodding.

“Well done, Parker, is it? I don’t know how I missed that.”

He had the boss’ notice now, and from that point on was picked for more and more important projects, until he was working alongside Tony everyday. It was this that led to the total failure of his plan to keep his attraction for the older omega under wraps.

Tony had arrived late, which considering he lived in the building, up in the top floor penthouse, was quite the feat. Peter was already working away, on his second cup of coffee and considering contacting Pepper, the CEO, when the door opened and all of his alpha senses went haywire.

He was obviously familiar with Tony’s scent, having reacted so strongly at that first encounter with it; oranges, whisky and motor oil, and he’d only got more attuned to it over the past few months. How the orange note turned sour when Tony was stressed, how the oily smell intensified when he was excited and deep in his work, and how the whisky became smokey when he was sad. Peter had never commented on his observations, though. They were work colleagues, albeit close ones, and it wasn’t socially acceptable to comment on the change in someone’s scent who wasn’t at least a close friend, if not a family member. If Tony wanted to speak about anything that was bothering him he would, and actually often did. Peter was glad of their strong rapport.

That day was different. All of Tony’s smells were stronger, from the moment he walked through the door, overlaid with the scent of brown sugar. Peter’s nostrils flared and he had to tamp down a growl, fingers curling into the worktop and turning white.

Mate. Mate the omega. Make pups.

Tony walked over, not looking his usual put-together self. His t-shirt was rumpled, and his hair not tamed to within an inch of its life. He took hold of Peter’s half mug of coffee and knocked it back in one go.

“Sorry ‘m late Petey, slept like shit.”

Peter didn’t trust himself to talk, just bit down on his lip and nodded, curtly, taking his now empty mug over to the machine in the corner of Tony’s private lab, refilling it, and making his mentor his own cup. Tony thanked him with a smile and moved to his own workstation to start his day’s work. Peter watched him, noticing the out of character sluggishness of the older man, and how he kept rubbing his calloused hand across his brow and then his lower abdomen. He knew what all those signs meant. His aunt, who’d raised him, was an omega. Their apartment had been tiny, so there was very little he didn’t know about omegas. Tony was about to go into heat, and just thinking about it, and breathing in his delicious scent only made the ache in his heart, and his loins, that much more difficult to ignore.

After about an hour of (attempted) work, and an unusual silence between them, Peter couldn’t take it anymore. Tony was head down in some calculations which were taking him longer than normal to work through.

“Mr Stark?”

“Yeah, Peter?” He answered, somewhat distractedly.

“Look, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to go home. I… um… can’t be in here with you right now.”

That got Tony’s attention. His head jerked up and he swivelled on his stool to look at Peter, face on.

“What d’ya mean? Have… have I done something to offend you?”

The scent in the air turned slightly more smokey, and Peter was shocked to realise Tony was saddened by the thought that he’d done something to upset him. The primal urge to soothe and protect a distressed omega, especially one nearing heat, rushed through Peter’s body. Without thinking his hands flew out to grasp at Tony’s forearms.

“No, no, it’s nothing like that, it’s umm…” His cheeks flushed and he dropped his hands away from Tony, as if scalded. He worried his lower lip, and realised there was no delicate way to say it.

“Well, I can smell that you’re… erm… nearing your heat, and I really need to get out of here.”

Tony’s mouth dropped open, almost mirroring the first time Peter had rendered him speechless. Peter backed away, drawing shallow breaths through his mouth, making his way towards his work station to pack up his things.

Protect. Mate. Claim.

He closed his eyes, Tony’s sweetened scent making him dizzy.

“Peter?”

His eyes snapped open again, his gaze meeting Tony’s.

“My heat isn’t due for at least a week, I’m only just in pre-heat. You shouldn’t be able to smell a change yet.”

“But I can, Mr Stark, and I’m really sorry, but I gotta go. I’ll… umm, work in one of the other labs for the rest of the week, and come back here, whilst you’re, erm… indisposed.”

He ran out of the door as fast as his too tight pants would let him, embarrassed beyond belief at this turn of events.

He didn’t see Tony for the next two weeks. He received a message from Pepper after the first week to inform him that Tony was taking some ‘personal days’, so he returned to the lab. Despite Tony’s absence, his pre-heat scent had strengthened and now clung to the room. Peter would later admit to Tony that it wasn’t his finest hour when he’d had to go and jerk off in the bathroom, and then ask JARVIS to vent the lab and refresh all the air before he could risk returning. He’d never popped a knot so fast.

When Tony returned at the end of the second week, it was with a spring in his step and Peter had hoped that everything would return to normal. However, that idea was shot down when Tony insisted on taking him out to lunch. Peter had anticipated a local coffee shop or maybe a deli, but no, Tony had taken him across Manhattan, in his limo, to a small Italian restaurant, where he appeared to have his own private table in a secluded corner. The sour note to his scent gave away the fact that Tony was worried about something.

“Peter, I wanted to talk to you… about the other week.”

Peter put on his broadest, albeit fake, smile, eager to assure Tony that there wasn’t anything wrong.

“No need, Mr Stark, just, umm… if you let me know next time you’re nearing… you know… I can just go work elsewhere. It’s fine, really. Must happen all the time when alphas and omegas work closely together."

Tony reached out across the table, his hand covering Peter’s.

“Peter, we need to address something. The fact that you could detect that change, so early, points to one thing; that you and I are very compatible. No, not very, extremely. And I’m not gonna lie, I’m attracted to you. Like, a lot.” Tony smirked a bit, before he stared off into the distance, a dreamy, soft look in his face. “The favourite part of my day is when you walk in, all spring rain, sunshine and cinnamon. I really like how when you’re happy, or excited, your scent warms the room. And when that cinnamon gets spicy hot I know you’re frustrated and all I want to do is hug you and purr until it calms down. And I dread the days you smell soaking wet, because I know something’s eating away at you, just like it is now.”

Peter looked down at Tony's hand, the calloused fingers shifting to twine together with his own smoother ones.

“Peter, will you go out with me? Will you give us both the chance to see what we could be together?”

It was Peter’s turn to be shocked. Had they both been pining this entire time? He looked back up, this time with a genuine smile on his face, and a hopeful flutter in his heart.

“I’d really like that, Tony.”

By the time Tony’s next heat had rolled around, three months later, they were at the stage where Tony was comfortable asking Peter to help him through it. He’d blushed so prettily when he’d made the request, not certain if Peter was ready for the responsibility that came with it. He’d have to be able to care for Tony during, and after, both emotionally and physically. He’d also have to keep a reign in his own alpha impulses; their relationship was too new for any discussion of claiming. However, despite the initial reservations that heat definitely confirmed their compatibility. Peter would never forget the moment he filled Tony for the first time, the omega crying out so beautifully, begging for more and more, harder, deeper, and taking everything the young alpha had to give.

Two heats later and Peter was finding it increasingly difficult to refrain from claiming his sweet omega, especially when Tony’s heat hormones made him extra clingy, and he’d be pleading with Peter to bite him. They loved each other, those words had come pretty quickly, but when back in his own head, without the chemical cocktail coursing through his blood, Tony was aware of how much older he was. He knew his fertility was waning and was worried he’d never be able to give Peter any pups.

“Tony, don’t be silly, baby.” Peter held his omega in his lap, the first notes of brown sugar announcing the imminent arrival of the next heat. “Me wanting to claim you is about us, you and I. You told me to give us a chance. And you were right. I wanna be with you. You. If we both want children down the line, but we need help, we can get it. There are plenty of paths to parenthood. But I want the world to know you’re mine, that Tony Stark is officially off the market.”

He nipped at Tony’s ear, making him mewl, and bury in closer to Peter’s chest.

“You bring out the feral alpha in me…’mega mine. But I won’t do it if you don’t want to. I’d never claim you in heat without us having discussed it like we are now. Not even when you beg me so nicely.

Tony continued to whine and rubbed his face over the scent gland in Peter’s neck.

“Want it. Want it so much, Alpha. Wanna be your mate and for everyone to know it. Tony Parker-Stark has a nice ring to it.”

“Alright, baby. We’ll wait for your heat, yeah? Cos it might trigger my rut, and it could be a lot for you to handle otherwise.”

Peter’s ruts were irregular, normally affecting him about twice a year. He hadn't had one since before starting to date Tony, so he knew one was due any time, and if anything was going to trigger it, it would be claiming Tony as his, finally.

It turned out Peter was right, and from then on his ruts came in synch with every other one of Tony’s heats.

That had been five years ago. After going through a lot of legal paperwork with Pepper, Peter was able to remain at Stark industries, working his way up the ranks. Now he carried out tasks Tony used to do, including tedious conferences all over the world, allowing his omega to take things easy, and spend nearly all his time tinkering, which he much preferred to schmoozing. Big parties weren’t his thing anymore.

Annoyingly, this most recent conference had had Peter flying out two days after Tony’s last heat and his own rut. The memory of Tony purring, all lax and fucked out beneath him, the pair of them locked together by his engorged knot, had kept Peter going whilst he’d been away. Tony’s heats were less regular now, although currently no less intense when they did occur. It had also gotten to the point that Peter knew before Tony himself when the omega’s body was gearing up for one.

The cab jerked to a halt, pulling Peter out of his reverie. He paid the driver, and made his way into the tower, nodding to the night security and loosening his tie as he walked over to the private elevator. It whisked him upwards at the touch of his thumb print, and Peter counted down the 30 seconds he knew it took to get from the foyer to the penthouse. His foot tapped the floor impatiently.

The doors whooshed open and Peter stepped out into his home. Immediately he knew something was different. There was a different smell in the apartment. It wasn’t Pepper’s calming, appley, beta scent, or Rhodey’s metallic alpha one. No, this scent was entirely unknown. 

He breathed in deeply, trying to separate the new, spicy vanilla chai smell from his and Tony’s so he could pinpoint it, wherever it was in the apartment, because the strength of it told Peter that the owner was still present.

“Tony?” He called through the penthouse, wondering why his omega hadn’t scented that he was home. 

Peter left his small case by the elevator doors and walked into the main living area. To Peter’s surprise it was empty; JARVIS would have let him know if Tony was in the lab.

“JARVIS, where’s Tony?”

“Mr Parker-Stark is in the bedroom, sir.”

“And who else is here?”

“No-one sir, only you and Mr Parker-Stark are currently present.”

Peter was confused, but toed off his shoes and strode across the plush carpet in search of his mate. Carefully, he pushed open the door and then came to a halt, a smile spreading across his face. Tony was curled up, asleep, on the bed, clutching Peter’s pillow tight to his chest, his face pressed into the top of it.

Peter settled down next to him, still curious about the alien smell pervading their home. He drew Tony’s sleeping form against him, his omega whining in his sleep and burying closer, seeking comfort. However, when Peter drew in another deep breath, realisation hit him. The foreign scent wasn’t his and it wasn’t Tony’s, but it was intermingled with Tony’s, emanating from him.

Tears of joy welled in his eyes, and he hiccuped, hugging Tony that little bit tighter causing his mate to stir and wake up. Tony turned, blinked up at him owlishly, and then smiled, throwing his arms around Peter’s neck, peppering him with kisses. 

“You’re back! I missed you so much. I’ve been feeling rotten since nearly the moment you left, just wanting to sleep. I thought bond sickness was just an old wives tale.” 

Peter just sniffed, a tear rolling down his cheek as he smiled back.

“What’s wrong, alpha mine? Why are you crying?”

“You don’t have bond sickness, sweetheart. Take a deep breath, tell me what you smell.”

Tony looked puzzled but sniffed. Some stirring thought seemed to pass across his face before he inhaled again, deeper and longer. Then he gasped, looking up at Peter, down at his own stomach and then back at Peter.

“I… I… I’m… We’re… oh my god!”

Peter ducked his head and kissed Tony, both of them pouring their joy and love into one another. Both of them were crying, holding onto each other as their lips met.

Tony ran his hand across his still flat abdomen, Peter covering it with his own, and he started to purr.

“I wonder what they’re going to be? An omega like me? An alpha like you? Or a beta, perhaps?”

Peter pulled Tony to lie back against him, the older man’s back to his front.

“I know exactly what our pup is gonna be, baby. Loved.”

Tag list: @mrsmischief209 @marvelstarker-mha98

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark #peter parker #alpha!peter #omega!tony #omegaverse #a/b/o fic #a/b/o verse

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it's finals week and i have oc brainrot and zero time to write fics so instead i'm gonna do a masterpost of things i come up with while studying.

derek, piper, and spencer have big 'oldest child, middle child, youngest child' energy where derek will tell piper to make sure spencer doesn't do something stupid (like take off his vest and confront an unsub) and then piper will do something stupid (like confront the unsub unarmed)

emily, penelope, and piper bring a very emo, goth, punk vibe to the table that make people uncomfortable, especially during halloween parties where they agree to come as witches. emily has a very haunted evanescence vibe, penelope goes full goth, and piper's gone full punk with piercings and earrings and metal rings.

putting rossi and piper in a kitchen together is a huge mistake. he's a purist, she's a perfectionist, and the only time they cooperate is to tell emily and spencer to get away from the knives.

piper and jack are huge thrill seekers. she teaches him to rock-climb and dive into pools and when he's still 5-7 years old, he comes with hotch and piper on their saturday morning runs with a scooter to motivate them. for his 12th birthday, piper buys him a skateboard and shoulder/knee pads and a helmet and teaches him how to skate.

piper and hotch have a very similar sense of humour, and a couple years into the job, they only have to look at each other with barely noticeable smirks.

after gideon leaves, piper notices how arson cases/cases involving children affect hotch just that little bit more than the rest of them and she offers to take the lead in interviewing victims/taking down unsubs

despite being relatively new to the team, hotch puts an immense amount of trust in piper when she wants to follow a tangent, even if it'll get him in trouble with strauss.

piper and derek are both defensive instructors at the academy, and they both have very different teaching styles. derek's a little more instructional, like teaching them to paddle before they start swimming. piper throws her students in the deep end, she's a lot tougher on them, and she doesn't hold back as much when they're sparring with her. the students definitely prefer derek as an instructor, but piper's students always seem to perform a little bit better than his ones.

piper and spencer both teach psych 101 classes at the academy, and while they're very good separately, when they're teaching together, the class is jam-packed. students who aren't even taking the class show up because it. gets. heated. spencer's got a very textbook straightforward teaching style, piper's is experiential-based case study style teaching, and they butt heads. a lot.

rossi asks piper to beta-read his books for her perspective and when he gets them back, she's given him more edits than the editor he actually has.

piper's journals every case, good or bad, and keeps an eye on every criminal they've arrested -- making sure they're being treated appropriately, whether they're getting the help they need etc.

henry and piper have a big parallel play vibe where they don't talk much, but he'll sit beside her and draw with his crayons while piper works on her caseload and they'll both sip from their mugs -- his drink of choice is orange juice (extra pulpy) and hers is tea.

piper takes extra effort to make sure the bau spouses (haley, will, savannah, kristy etc.) all feel as included as possible because she knows how exclusionary it can feel. she'll take the time to find out what their favourite foods are, and if they're doing a whole cook-out thing, she'll make the kind of food they like.

technically, penelope and spencer are the go-to god-parents, but piper's always in the background, making sure the kids are going to bed on time, that they're eating their veggies, that they've got their coats on if it's cold outside, and derek knows. so when he has hank, he asks piper to be the godmother, because there's no-one he trusts more to be a good parent.

#criminal minds oc #oc: dr piper bishop #rucha rambles #criminal minds x oc

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Epsilon (pt1)

Title: Epsilon | mini series, non-linear. [ part 1 ] / [ part 2 ] / [ end ]

Pairing : Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader (R18) Warnings(?): Manipulation, Smut, soft dark!Steve Rogers, no-beta reader.

Steve wasn't having his mate's science experiments endanger her life. So he took matters into his own hands

*by proceeding to read, you are aware of the warnings. a/n: first time writing. will get darker. might do an enigma!reader x stephen strange next. muse bunnies rampant rn.

“Cupcake, This has to stop. I’ve been supportive in your little experiments but its getting out of hand. You’re messing with genetic sequencing isn’t what we agreed on.”

There was a sharp edge to Tony’s voice. This wasn’t a request.

“Yeessss but…” you dragged the syllable longer, “but see I got the science of it down to an exact T.”

“No. You told me, you told me, that you’d be working at a dampener. Something that could stop an alpha rampage, no side-effects. You’re not even doing that! Attacking-” He was at loss for words, you were precious to them, to him.

Losing you to the government terrorist organizations was not an option.

“…Attacking Alpha-rho or Omega-rho cells for that matter, is not what we do here, it could be weaponized, do you know that? You’re smart enough to know that!” He was lecturing you. Again.

“Maybe if I were an Alpha I could tell whoever that don’t like it to go fuck themselves!” You snapped.

There was a sigh. Tony knew you had a stubborn streak. He liked that rebellious nature. He liked the spitfire that you were.

Epsilon-Omega, as rare as they come by, you always came in the mornings, fresh lilies in your arms. He swears you had some flower fidelity to lilies.

Just being near you, calmed the headaches that he had, the despise that he held for the world, the disgust, all of the feelings cleared, like the mornings of Spring. It wasn’t like being with other Omegas. It was a constant need of your attention, your affection.

He took a quick glance at you, noticing the sudden heaviness in the air. You dabbed your eyes with your sleeves, your lip quivering, your hand fisting on top of your thigh, gaze lowered.

It’s hard to talk to you when you looked like a kicked puppy. The vanilla and cocoa, now carried a mild musk in the scent notes. It was your mate’s scent.

Who was right now halfway across the world in a meeting with a whole bunch of people that Tony doesn't bother remembering. Steve was on his way to convince a whole lot of people why his wife and mate's not a threat to national security. That you won’t wake up one day and decide that you won’t play by their rules anymore.

This tethering to multiple underground market buzz. There had already been riots breaking out at a leak of this research program, protest from Alphas and Omegas from all sides, pro and anti.

“Cupcake, all of us... started like this... to save or repair what we see as damaged in the world. We just don’t want you getting hurt because of this.”

“So, you’re saying… that because of my work… Steve , you and…. everyone else is getting hurt?”

There was a lot of wrong in that sentence and … all of a sudden, realization dawned that he knew the exact sentiments behind what you just said.

“No… No. Cupcake, look at me. Leaving… would only make things worse, you hear me? You need to stay here where we’ll protect you. People are going to exploit-”

“What if I worked alone then?”

There was a long silence…. He had hit the final nail in the proverbial coffin.

Your hands were tucked inside your coat pockets. Okay, you can do this.

“Y/n, where are you going?” He steps forward, blocking whatever opening you had to make it to the elevator. Unrelenting. He was livid and he wasn’t even bothering to hide the fact. You had difficulty breathing, whether it by sheer fear or the fact that he was making his aggression known through his scent. You felt powerless. You don't often feel powerless against an Alpha, being an Epsilon meant you could resist most of their commands. However, it was a different matter for your mate.

Steve wasn't an ordinary alpha, he's an Apex Alpha. Genetics that nature predominantly engineered to be a perfect pair for the Epsilon-Omega line.

You forced any signs of fear deep within he recesses of your bones. You had to calm him down. Fast. You had wrapped your arms around his middle. Leaned your head on his chest. “You’re late, I-I was lonely, I – I... just missed you…” Steve lifts your chin between his thumb and index. gaze, sure enough. Your teeth biting onto your lower lip. You’re lying.

It was so soft, so vulnerable, had it not been for his enhanced sense of hearing, he would have missed it. He buries his nose into your hair, the cloying scent of warm vanilla and cocoa, comfort of home. His home. His mate. His wife.

Your fingers played with the flap of his tie, distracting yourself.

“Then how ‘bout I help you with that hm?”

He was getting careless. The meeting dragged on longer than it had to, but he has to do it, in order to keep you safe.

Yet, here you were trying to leave.

You lied to him. He finds his resolve at trying to be a good and doting Alpha for you shattering taking along his restrain, his reason. The small cracks already forming as he thought that Stark's tower was already making you too liberal with your ideas. Perhaps the suburban side of the city will ease you out of them.

He yanked you hard, pressing you against him. His lips were on yours, rough, needy.

He took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit you. You whimpered, letting his tongue slip between your lips. He kissed you over and over again, sloppily making his way down your neck. He inhaled sharply before rasping out.

“Fuck I can’t wait anymore.” With practiced hands, he carelessly took off your clothes, you briefly heard the torn seam. Satisfied with your nakedness, he picked you up and carried you over to the bedroom.

Tossing you on the bed, a chaste kiss on your forehead before he stood up at the foot of the bed, removing his own clothes.

“Would you love me… if I wasn’t an Omega?”

His eyebrow quirked, where did this come from all of a sudden? He lifted your arms placing them around his shoulder as he made his way between your legs, grabbing the back of your thigh to rest them on his side.

“Hmm… Would you love me then? If I wasn’t an Alpha?” You seemed to take offense at that, sputtering a million things at once. He tried to suppress a smirk. You lightly ran your nails across his scalp, letting the soft brown curls run through your fingers.

His fingers dropped to the mound where your thighs and hips met. A soft sigh escaping your lips, he leaned down to kiss you again. His fingers rubbing against your wet slit, pushing two fingers into your needy cunt. Your cries getting louder.

The wet carnal noises that his mouth was making, moving further down your body. Your shoulders, no, no, no. You needed him now. Your arms around on his neck tightened…

“No, no, no, now, please… please.” You whined and moved your hips. He loved hearing you beg so prettily.

“So demanding.” he growled against your shoulder, fingers slipping out. With one quick thrust he buried himself completely in you. God, you needed this. You chewed on your bottom lip, missing the burn, the heat, his skin on yours. He drew his hips back, grunting as he fucks you.

He takes both your wrists in a brutal grip above your head, you were seeing stars with how hard you were being railed. A stray curl stuck on his forehead, skin glistening with sweat and you helplessly bucked against his thrusts.

“Tell me what you want, doll.” he panted, groaning as your walls clamped around him begging him to just fuck you into oblivion. He bit the fading scar on your neck, you all but wailed his name, he hissed, teeth clenched between your shoulder, your warm velvet like cunt spasmed around his cock like a vice.

Fuck he was close. His fingers dug into your wrist, it’ll definitely bruise. Held you in place while his cock pounded into you erratically, making small thrusts as he rode out his high, pumping his seed into your cervix.

“Good girl…” He kissed your face, breathing heavily while you mumbled something even his enhanced super-soldier hearing couldn’t make out.

You let your alpha manhandle your spent and boneless body, pulling you against him. You let sleep overcome you.

……. It was gone.

It was all gone. You walked into the lab, seeing the empty premise, your files, data, journals, all that there was on your work desk, an intricate crystal vase, a bouquet of fresh lilies. There was a note stuck on it.

‘I’m sorry Cupcake. Evebiotech is still your baby.”

You crumpled the paper in your hand, angrily tossing it across the room. Having a full-blown meltdown as you wiped your face of the stray tears that managed to escape. You started pacing, Evebiotech is just a subsidiary of Stark Enterprise, it meant that power of veto still comes from him, or whomever the fuck was the CEO of that subsidiary.

Damn you, Stark.

Your research, your work. You could barely believe it, you slumped against the wall, your knees giving out as you sat there on the marbled floor defeated.

You heard footsteps; you knew whose. You stood up shakily, the fall of your shoes going faster as you reached your saviour. Your small hands bunched at the front of his shirt. The floodgates open. Tears broiling through unabashedly.

“They- they took my work. Tony... he- Everything’s gone- journal – samples. St-Steve they- it's gone... ”

Your words made less and less sense and you were just overwhelmed, you felt your chest constricting. Your Alpha had pulled you into his arms. A sense of calm washed over you as he rubbed your back.

“Shh, it’s okay. Your work isn’t gone, it’s just moved to someplace else, they’ll handle it. They’ll synthetize it. It’ll take years before it can reach to general market. That’s what you wanted right?”

The warm pad of his thumbs brushed away the tears on your face, leaving a wet streak. You were in a daze as you met his patronizing gaze, he was smiling. Tucking a stray hair behind your ears.

What? You smiled back at him; a nervous feeling blooming but you can’t quite pinpoint as to why.

“How did you know it was moved?”

You hated how unsure you sound.

“Evebiotech… Stark made me CEO. That way I get to keep my eye on project Epsilon and on you.”

“You did this…”

Your accusatory glare behind your wet lashes made his jaw ache. A tick forming on his forehead. He wasn’t the bad guy, what is wrong with you? This is your own safety. Your future. He liked your little spitfire attitude, but enough is enough.

Before you could walk past him, his hand shot out, reaching to your head. He bunched his fist into your hair, twisting you, forcing you to look at him.

“The people I cared for were either experimented on or murdered for science. Hell is gonna have to freeze over before I let my mate suffer through either fate!”

What you saw, scared you, burned right into your long-term memory, he was spiraling, it was as if … as if this was how he is all along. If the dull ache forming in your skull was any indication that he was using more force than necessary to get his point across.

He released you, and your knees gave away. Slumping onto the floor. You didn’t know how to even react. What to feel.

“Pack your stuff, we’re moving.” Your heart was drumming so loud, you could hear it.

He released you, and you, burned right into your long-term memory, he was spiraling, it was as if ... as if this was how he truly was.

If the dull ache forming in your skull was any indication that he was using more force than necessary to get his point across. Who had you married, who was really your mate?

Your Alpha? The confusion, pain, threatened to consume you whole into this dark, unfeeling abyss.

“If you pull one of your stunts again like last night, I won’t be so gentle.”

He likes you like that. On the floor, looking defeated so vulnerable, when you knew your place.

#fic dump #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #alpha!steve rogers #alpha steve rogers #abo verse #abo dynamic #dark captain america #soft!dark steve #dark mcu #Epsilon Series

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Happy 1D Fanworks Appreciation Day!

I want to thank all the amazing authors and artists who make this fandom as special as it is.

Here are all the fics I read and loved this month: (this is going to be looong)

I don't want a taste (I want it all) || thedaggerrose (blessedfetish) || "Fuck me yourself you coward" AU - college - crack - humour - 3k

The AU where Harry tells Louis to go fuck himself, Louis tells Harry to fuck him himself, and Harry follows through.

Always || JamieJam93 || amnesia - references of past depression - 85k

Thousands, if not millions, of fans had been right. Harry and Louis had been in love and together for four whole years. They were 'the dream team'; the couple that made others sick while simultaneously envious.

But thousands of fans had been right about something else too. The pressure had been too much. The fame had been too much. The closet had been too much, and, four years after the pair swore to each other that nothing could break them on the night of their first kiss in 2010, they broke up.

Fast forward to 2018, on the night of One Direction's last ever concert, and Harry has yet to move on. It's not as sad as it seems-he still lives his life and, for the most part, he's happy-but he knows that Louis was his one true love and is trying to prepare himself for a life completely without the other when an accident erases Louis's mind of all of his memories. In reliving the moments with him, trying to make him remember, Harry comes to find that maybe he never really forgot them at all and maybe, like him, he hadn't moved on either.

Enjoy The Ride || 2tiedships2 || a/b/o - strangers to lovers - road trips - fluff - 11k

The one where Louis, an omega more than tired of being treated as lesser than alphas, is forced on a road trip by his beta besties only to meet Harry who might just be the alpha he never knew he wanted.

Whisper The Wind || jacaranda_bloom || strangers to lovers - surfing - fluff - 36k

The one where Louis rides an elevator that may change his life forever, Harry loves the ocean but is a terrible surfer, Liam proves not all heroes wear capes, and Niall might actually have all the answers.

A kiss to build a dream on || noellehenry || Christmas - social media - pining - 17k

Harry has a brief encounter with a handsome stranger at the local Christmas Fair, the romantic kiss they share changes everything.

Harry is determined to find his Prince Charming and sets up a tumblr blog with help from his best friend Niall, owner of the locally famous Steamin' mugs.

Let the challenge begin!

Enter the Rose Garden || angelichl || a/b/o - friends to lovers - 10k

Soft heats make omega Louis clingy. Enter alpha Harry.

I been feeling high when I touch your body || Anonymous || gym - boxing- 17k

Harry is a boxer, Louis is an architect and Liam is the worst cupid that could ever exist.

The Pink Ghost of Princess Park || objectlesson || PWP - humour - sex toys - established relationship - light dom/sub - 7k

The thought of the vibrator does not go away. It’s sitting there collecting dust all through January, and every time Harry and Louis have to leave town for a press event or a show or to record or what have you, they come back home, and it’s still there, the Pink Ghost of Princess Park, the fucking glittery haunting that Harry cannot stop thinking of Louis stuffing up his arse.

Leave Your Mark On Me || FullOnLarrie || a/b/o - restaurant - mating bond - friends with benefits - enemies to friends to lovers - 32k

When Chef Harry Styles’ unbonded Omega designation threatens to derail his career, he does the only thing he can, and goes in search of a black market bond.

You Can't Change The Rolling Tide || LiveLaughLoveLarry || sailing - enemies to friends to lovers - childhood friends - friends to lovers - 25k

Louis lives on a tiny island off the coast of England and runs a sailboat touring company. When Niall is sidelined for the summer after his knee surgery, Louis needs a temporary new partner. Who better to fill that role than Harry, recently returned to the island after five years away? Louis is pretty sure there are plenty of better options. They don't get along until they do.

Take Care Down By The Water || shyserious || fantasy - magical realism - celtic mythology - fluff - angst - 37k

Louis has spent his summers at his Granny's in the Isle of Barra for almost as long as he could remember.

This summer wasn't supposed to be any different, but the little Scottish island turned out to be harbouring more than just the gorgeous white beaches, the clear waters, and the town drunk scaremongering the foreign tourists.

Pray Till I Go Blind || el_em_en_oh_pee || religion - religion kink - demon - homophobia - blasphemy - 19k

Louis is (kind of) a preacher. Harry is (probably) a demon. Of course, nothing's as simple as that.

This is not a love story.

Nocturne || rosegoldhl || fairy tale - fantasy - action/adventure - pining - 36k

Harry is a goblin living in the woods, entirely enthralled with a human named Louis.

I'm still learning to love || literato || minor character death - kid fic - pining - fluff - light angst - 74k

An au where Harry has almost everything in the world except for the will to move on.

Tell Me Your Secrets || dimpled_halo || For A Good Time Call AU - enemies to friends to lovers - dirty talk - phone sex - humour - fluff - angst - 17k

A For a Good Time Call au where Harry and Louis get off on the wrong foot when they first meet. When dire circumstances forces them to become roommates, Harry finds out some things about Louis that he doesn't expect will help him discover some things about himself.

We come in line || starsinoureyes || The Switch AU - mpreg - fertility clinic - 19k

Harry decides to have a baby on his own, Louis doesn't agree it's a good idea but lets him do it anyway. It took seven years and Harry getting artificially inseminated for them to find each other. Louis has a secret he didn't tell Harry and it might affect their family. Also featuring: a pre-pregnancy party, fertility clinics and pregnancy scares.

Sugar, butter, flour || EmmyLouWho || Nailed it! (TV) Fusion - reality tv - pining - 5k

Louis watches Harry start to pour icing onto his half-raw, still hot cookie, and tries to hold in his groan. He isn't sure if they’ve ever had a contestant on the show who tried so hard…and yet completely failed at every single step.

You can’t rig the show to help a contestant, he tells himself. Even if they’re adorable.

dopamine || Only_angel_28 || collge/university - meet-cute - social experiments - fluff - strangers to lovers - 7k

Louis honestly doesn’t know how he gets himself into these types of situations.

Well, actually, that’s a lie. He’s doing this because he needs the money, and because he’s curious. And, okay, maybe because he might be a little bit lonely too. He has always had what his mother affectionately calls an “adventurous spirit.” Couple that with being a (tragically single) broke grad student and voila! here he is scrawling his signature on a release form provided by the university’s sociology department. Essentially, he is agreeing to snog a stranger on camera for the sake of science.

Shouldn’t be a problem, right? All he has to do is lock lips with a (hopefully) fit bloke, collect his money, and be on his way. Easy peasy. Little does he know, fate has other plans for him in the form of one adorably quirky art student who goes by the name of Harry Styles.

Best kind of bad something || wildestdreams || established relationship - angst - fluff - ambiguous/ open ending 40- k

A NorCal AU where Louis is the town troublemaker and everyone hates him except for Harry.

What, like it's hard? || starkidpatronus || Legally Blond Fusion - girl direction - enemies to friends to lovers - enemies to lovers - humour - fluff - 25k

In which Harry goes to law school to win back her man, but gets a lot more than she bargained for.

Tell Me This Is Paradise || QuickedWeen || girl direction - smut - 5k

Harry Styles has been lucky in love but unlucky in the bedroom with all of her previous boyfriends. When her best friend Niall finds out that she's never had an orgasm, she knows just what Harry needs: Louis Tomlinson. Niall sets Harry up to get sorted out.

Your rainbow will come smiling through || hazkaban || Cinderella Story AU - minor character death - bullying - fairy tale retelling - 17k

When harry isn't working at his stepfather's cafe, he's trying to make swim captain and trying to finish all his coursework on time. when he's not doing any of those things, he's talking to the boy he met on the oxford hopefuls subreddit. when they decide to meet, he's elated. he finally gets the chance to meet the boy he's been crushing on! when the day comes to meet his prince, he learns that his online crush is none other than louis tomlinson, captain of the football team and friend of his terrible stepbrothers. now harry has to decide whether telling louis the truth is the right choice or if it's better to just let sleeping dogs lie.

From, your secret admirer || flicker_album || secret admirer - Valentine's Day - tumblr - mentions of anxiety - 13k

The one where Louis is Harry's Tumblr crush so he sends him secret admirer messages for Valentine's Day

Every Story Has Its Scars, Ours Is a Brand New Start || Rearviewdreamer || strangers to lovers - hurt/comfort - domestic violence - angst - dubious consent - implied mpreg - kid fic - 62k

Life as a devoted husband and an amazing father turned out to be a little different than Louis had expected. Everyone tells him it doesn't have to be that way; that he's worth more and that he's so much stronger than any one person trying to keep him down. It's all just words though until he meets the one person who makes him truly believe it.

The Pain Is For Pleasure || lovelarry10 || BDSM - established relationship - 67k

Louis and Harry have been together for a few months. Everything is great, but there’s one question burning in the back of Louis' mind - why won’t Harry have sex with him?

I Just Wanna Get Back to Us || louiesunshine || soulmate-identifying marks - angst - post-divorce - exes to friends to lovers - mutual pining - getting back together - slow burn - 62k

Or, where Harry and Louis are divorced soulmates who are seeing each other for the first time in two years.

Soup Of The Day || jacaranda_bloom || strangers to lovers - minor injury - hurt/comfort - 20k

The Restaurant AU where Louis and Niall are chefs, Chicago is windy, and cracking the big time is harder than they ever imagined. But when a mysterious man starts grading Louis' soups by leaving little piles of rocks, could it be just the thing they need to get them on the road to success?

Bleeding Love || momentofclarity || girl direction - enemies to lovers - famous/non-famous - 27k

Louis is an animal rights activist who throws red paint at fur coat wearing it-girl Harry Styles. Then there's a crack in the surface and something new starts bleeding through.

Oh, Darling My Heart's On Fire (For You) || aiienharry || girl direction - fluff - angst - 33k

Two girls fall in love on a road trip that was supposed to last a week and a half, but it ends up feeling like a lifetime.

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This || MrsStylinson || fake/pretend relationship - escort - angst - heartbreak - fluff - friends to lovers - 30k

Loosely based on The Wedding Date. Inspired by 27 Dresses. Basically, Fake Boyfriend AU with a twist. Louis' sister is unknowingly getting married to the ex who broke his heart. When faced with the prospect of turning up alone, Louis panics and hires a corporate escort named Harry. General chaos and epic jealousy ensues.

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[chloeparker05]

I posted 11 times in 2021

5 posts created (45%)

6 posts reblogged (55%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.2 posts.

I added 20 tags in 2021

#harry potter - 5 posts

#harry and hermione - 3 posts

#harmione - 3 posts

#hermione granger - 2 posts

#ron weasley - 2 posts

#feel free to talk to me - 1 posts

#feel free - 1 posts

#i'm chilled - 1 posts

#whether it's the latest fanficc you've read - 1 posts

#or your brother's girlfriend's sister's friend telling you that her budgie died - 1 posts

Longest Tag: 79 characters

#or your brother's girlfriend's sister's friend telling you that her budgie died

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Hey, so I've made a website archive that has links to all of my published Harry Potter fics on A03, Wattpad and fanfiction.net, as well as the various ways you can contact me.

If you're interested, click here for the link

0 notes • Posted 2021-12-05 19:49:24 GMT

#4

Hey, I'm looking for someone to beta my writing for me. If you're interested, please PM me and let me know. Or, if you'd prefer, you can email me at [email protected]. Thanks so much! 🥰

1 notes • Posted 2021-12-02 17:35:20 GMT

#3

It's sad, how much I pine after fictional characters...

1 notes • Posted 2021-11-23 18:30:34 GMT

#2

I have a Harry Potter writing challenge for anyone who wants to take a shot (honestly, it's just something I want to read and can't find exactly what I'm looking for, so I'm me asking others to write it...)

Requirements:

1. Harry is Steve Rogers (Captain America)'s son - this can be through a sperm-doner, time-travel, whatever

2. Harry has been kept under glamours, which fail after Dumbledore dies as he was the one to cast them

3. Harry has is affected by the serum, but only recieved the 'benefits' after the glamours are removed (This could be seen as 'The power the Dark Lord knows not'

4. Ship must be Harry/Hermione

5. Bashing is open - you can have it, not have it, and it doesn't matter who it is that's bashed

6. Marvel and Harry Potter timelines and events can be meshed or whatever you want

7. Avengers can be included

8. No major character deaths

I think that's it. Length doesn't matter. Just reblog or reply to this post when you've written something with the link so that I can read it.

(Also, I can't spell...)

Enjoy writing 😊

1 notes • Posted 2021-11-22 17:06:31 GMT

#1

Hermione doesn't go to Quidditch for the game.

No, she goes to see Harry, and support him.

(And, let's face it, seeing Harry in his Quidditch uniform is just an added bonus...)

7 notes • Posted 2021-11-23 14:28:58 GMT

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