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whatcouldgowrong-ohthat · 4 years

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When Grey Turns to Color

Sooo when I was asking around for my Scott Lang requesting Nonnie, the wonderful @andreasworldisboring101 asked me if I could make an attempt at a Scott Lang x Reader soulmate AU. I’m SO SORRY that it took me so long, but I hope you still like it.

Summary: People were impatient for soulmates. It often left them living in worlds of grey and sadly...Scott and Y/N were no different. But what happens when their paths cross?

Pairing: Scott Lang x Hispanic!Reader

Word Count: 2722 words

Warnings: Uh...Smut? (18+) (fingering, teasing, that sort of thing) Haha that’s gonna be the thing here, not gonna lie. But I am putting a cutoff so you don’t have to read it if you don’t want, but you can if you do. *shrugs* (Please be nice peeps)

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The stories of soulmates were just that now. Stories. Blind hope that maybe someday those living in a world of black and white might finally see color. All it took was one thing.

A kiss.

Something so sweet and gentle.

However, humans are far from that. They are not sweet. Nor are they gentle. They’re impatient. Eager for an ending yet they refuse to put in the work for it. It leads to unhappy marriages. Bitter divorces. A coldness in the world that is as bitter as the grey everyone is forced to constantly see.

They often don’t realize that if they simply took the time...clung to the patience…then they would see something truly beautiful.

“Luis, I never expected you to be so good with words,” Y/N teased, looking at her cousin and ruffling his hair. “You’ve been such a softie since you and Dave realized you were soulmates.”

“Shut up,” he whined, rising to his feet. “I know you’re going to get there someday and then I’ll get to be the one teasing you.” Speaking of, he looked towards Y/N. “Don’t you have a date to get ready for?”

Y/N’s nose wrinkled. It wasn’t that she minded the guy. In fact, her friend had only good things to say about him. He was divorced a while ago – their marriage falling apart when his wife found her soulmate. They shared a child together and he was a coworker of hers. An engineer from MIT.

He was sweet…funny…a good dad…

Her friend had nothing bad to say about him. It made her nervous.

“Hey.” Y/N blinked, looking at Luis as he gave her one of those smiles that was so utterly Luis. “If he’s not the one then it’s his loss.”

Still…There were so many good things said about this Scott Lang guy. Surely, he had high standards. And if they were as high as those she’d dated before…How could she…a rather plain girl…How could she ever match up?

Oh, how wrong she had been.

Another laugh bubbled up, filling the air as her pusher collided with the puck. It careened across the table, a wild blur before it sank into the goal. A robotic beep filled the air and the pair looked up. Final score: 4 to 1. She won.

“I don’t know how,” he teased, bright eyes watching her suspiciously. “But I swear you cheated.”

Innocently, Y/N pressed a hand to her chest. “I would never.”

He tilted his head, unable to hide the smile that threatened to split his face in two. This wasn’t supposed to be so easy. Was it? The two of you had expected awkwardness. He had only picked the arcade because he had hoped to ease some of the weirdness. Neither of you had expected it to work so well.

“C’mon.” Scott breathed a laugh, unable to contain the hammering in his chest. “I’m going to beat you at something. I’m sure of it.”

“If you’re so sure, are you willing to make a bet,” Y/N asked as he led her to ski ball.

His brow furrowed, curiosity glinting in his eyes as the two inserted their tokens. “What do you have in mind?” He took the first shot and then she. Another laugh. Traded glances. Everything was so simple. Back and forth. It seemed they were trading the higher points with every passing turn. And the anticipation was building. He wanted to know what it was that she had in mind.

Catching her wrist, Scott watched as the lights flickered against her face. It was a beautiful glow, a far contrast to the sort of game they were playing. “If one of us loses?”

“Then,” Y/N bit her lip, amused when she caught Scott’s gaze shifting there before catching her eyes once more. “The winner gets a kiss.”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Wouldn’t that mean both of us win?”

“Well, it’s a date.” Y/N giggled. “It’d be nice if we both enjoyed the wager.”

“Oh,” he laughed. “You’re on.”

Scott released her wrist. How lucky was he to have met her? Before, with Maggie, it was never so easy. Never so simple and fun. And this was just their first date. He wanted to kiss her. He hoped…God, he hoped that she was his soulmate.

They turned back to the game, each raising a ball. And then –

“You cheated!”

Another laugh. His firm declaration was so clearly a joke that Y/N couldn’t be upset. There was no reason for it. The two stumbled out of the arcade, earning odd looks from passerbys and not possibly caring whether they stared.

“You’re just a sore loser,” Y/N teased, intertwining their hands, and giving a gentle squeeze.

Scott pulled her close, his back hitting the wall as his free hand moved to her back. He traced small circles into her back, noticing the small shiver that ran up her spine. There was a heavy weight in the air, excitement lingering between the pair of them. “Is that right?” His voice was hushed, barely above a whisper. He brought their intertwined hands up, gently kissing her knuckles before pulling his fingers free.

“Definitely.” She watched him as his fingers ran along her cheek and then her lip. Y/N shivered once again even though she was far from cold. “But that means you owe me something.”

Scott chuckled. His forehead pressed against hers as their noses brushed against one another. “I remember.”

Finally, his lips slanted over hers. Though their actions before had been boisterous, goofy even, this was far from it. A calm settled between them as he pulled her closer, but it didn’t last long. No, instead it was replaced by something far different.

Everything felt as if it were on fire.

Scott’s hand moved from her back, cradling her neck as her hands tangled in his hair. Y/N tugged, teeth nipping his lips and taking a desperate charge before Scott spun them around. He pressed her firmly against the wall, a stuttered moan lost against her lips.

The kiss only ended when their lungs burned, silently screaming for oxygen. They breathed heavily, eyes closed and foreheads pressed against each other. Scott shifted, pressing a small kiss against her nose and then forehead. They were far too terrified to open their eyes. If they did, they’d know the truth.

And God, how truly terrifying that was.

Y/N took a slow, shaky breath. She was the first to take the risk. She was the first to open her eyes.

“Oh my God.”

Those three words were enough to make Scott open his eyes. And the sight was utterly beautiful. Before, where they could only see in black, white, and grey, they now saw every color absolutely imaginable. It made Scott wonder – why had he willingly married Maggie when this was a world he could have lived in?

“You are…” He breathed, at a loss for words.

Her hands, albeit a little shaky from nerves, ran across his stubbled cheeks. “Your eyes are...” She bit her lip, fingers lightly tracing his cheekbones. Y/N had no idea what the name was. “They’re my favorite color.”

-- (You can literally stop reading here and be just fine. But after this line is smut) --

Y/N’s back collided with the door. She laughed against Scott’s mouth, but it fell quiet as his lips trailed. Scorching marks against her neck left her whining, wanting more. “Do you plan on opening the door,” she teased. Fingers tugged at his shirt, prying it loose as he attempted to fit the key in the door.

“Do you ever stop teasing?” The question was a soft murmur against her skin.

Her fingers teased his abdomen, nails raking against the skin as he inhaled sharply. A breathless “no” slipped past her lips.

Scott smiled and kissed her once more. “Good.” Finally, he found the right key. The familiar twist of metal against metal had him opening the door.

And the pair stumbled inside.

Y/N laughed as he kicked the door shut. Her hands moved to lift her shirt, wanting it off right then and there. However, Scott had different ideas. His hands caught her wrists, halting her movements. “Wait,” he whispered. He kissed her fingers and then her wrists. “We have a long time to be rushed.”

Y/N’s face flushed from her embarrassment and his words. She released her shirt, letting him pull it off. Even as he tossed the garment aside, his eyes never left her. He took in every bit of her. Every dip and curve that was now his to love and cherish.

Squeezing her hips, he pulled her to him as her hands slipped under his shirt. It was quick to join hers on the floor. Their quickened movements and absolute desperation had changed to something else. Something far gentler. Far sweeter.

Her lips brushed his skin, pressing light kisses against his chest before they were followed by playful nips. Scott groaned, catching her jaw between his fingers. He kissed her, that roughness lingering just below the surface. “You’re teasing me,” he warned.

“Maybe.” Y/N smiled as his fingers undid her jeans and pushed them down. She stepped out before he pulled her close once again. It seemed Scott had no interest in creating space. If anything, it was the last thing he wanted. His hands wandered, roaming and memorizing before he pinched her butt. Her startled gasp earned a roguish grin. Lifting her up, Scott wrapped her legs around his waist and led her to the bedroom.

Her fingers ran through those soft locks, her soft moans filling the air as he nipped and sucked at her skin. Wherever they were in his apartment, she had no idea. Nor did she care. But it was soon revealed as he laid her on the bed. His fingers worked deftly to remove her bra and panties, tossing them somewhere across the room.

Her chest heaved with bated breath, a dark hue settling in her cheeks and along her collarbone. He held himself above her, staring at her as if he could see straight through to her soul. Maybe that was where the term “soulmates” came from. “You are absolutely stunning.”

“Scott…” The word was a soft whine, a plea for him to do something. To touch her. He was taking too damn long.

“Sh…” He kissed her shoulder, then along her neck. His fingers were featherlight in their touch, trailing over her breasts. She arched into his touch, moaning as her nipples pebbled under his deliberate teasing. “I got you.” He kissed at the spot just below her ear, sucking what would no doubt be a dark spot.

“Please,” she whispered, her thighs pressing against each other, desperate for any sort of friction. “Touch me.”

“I thought I was.”

A frustrated groan and glare earned a laugh from Scott. “Now who’s the one teasing,” Y/N asked, huffing in irritation. She was about ready to flip them, take charge and show him just how good she could make him feel.

But Scott moved faster. Deft fingers slipped between her thighs. She moaned, back arching off the bed as his thumb circled her clit. “Fuck,” he breathed against her collarbone. “So wet already.”

Y/N whined as he collected her arousal, smearing it and teasing her nub even more. “Scott,” she moaned once more.

He smiled against her breast, kissing, licking, and nipping the skin there. Scott slipped one finger in her drenched hole, curling as his lips and teeth tormented her breasts. He wanted to please her. God, he wanted to worship her body and, in truth, he could do so till the end of his days.

Scott slipped a second and then third finger, stretching her. The small noises she made were overwhelming, absolutely beautiful to his ears. “That’s it,” he whispered, kissing along her abdomen. He felt her squeezing his fingers and whispered, “Cum for me, Y/N. Let me see you.”

Another low whine, a guttural moan leaving her as she came undone by his sweet torment. Scott breathed softly, capturing her lips in another kiss as Y/N came down from her high. “So beautiful,” he told her, licking his fingers and moaning at the taste of her.

Y/N blushed, panting softly as her fingers moved to his jeans. “You,” she told him, pouting. “Are still wearing too much clothing.”

Scott laughed, letting her flip them over. Y/N straddled his lap, kissing his stomach as she slipped her hand in his boxers. She gently squeezed his aching length, slow and languid strokes teasing him like he had her. Scott groaned, now understanding what it meant to be at the absolute mercy of a woman. “Y/N,” he growled, tongue wetting his lips. “I won’t last.”

Y/N bit her lip, appreciating the knowledge that she had such an effect on him. Perhaps another time she would tease him as mercilessly as he had done her. He helped her get him out of his jeans and boxers. That was all that was needed for his hard cock to spring free. “C’mere.” He tangled a hand in her hair, pulling her towards him and kissing her roughly.

His tongue delved in her mouth as she settled on his lap. Slowly, she rocked her hips, the tip of his cock brushing against her swollen clit. “Feel so good,” he groaned against her lips. Y/N’ nipped playfully, her fingers wrapping around his cock and guiding it to her entrance.

She moved her hips, filling herself with him. Her walls stretched around him, instinctively clenching. Scott groaned. His hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into the flesh there. It felt too good. Too perfect.

She buried her face in his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh. He groaned, hand splaying across her low back before he gently flipped them over. As much as Scott loved the idea of her riding him, this was about his worshipping her. Giving her the pleasure and showing her the adoration that she deserved.

He rolled his hips slowly, using all of his restraint to keep from fucking her into the mattress. Scott didn’t want her to think this was anything less than what it was. Two people coming together. Coming home to one another.

“Scott,” she begged, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck – Harder. Faster.” Another whine. Impatience on her part to have him. “Please.”

It seemed that plea was all that he needed. His hips snapped. He moved faster. Harder. She inhaled sharply, her nails dragging down his back as he did exactly as she wanted. Scott fucked her hard. He memorized how every slight movement earned a different reaction. How a slow drag of his hips earned a whine versus his brutal thrusts forcing moans to tumble past her kiss-swollen lips.

She was gorgeous.

“Fuck,” she cried, her walls squeezing him. She was close. So close. Tangling her hand in his hair, she kissed him. It was all tongues, teeth – desperation to make up for time where their souls had been apart. “’M close,” she whispered, utterly breathless.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Let go,” he muttered against her lips. “I got you. Cum for me.”

He felt her walls clench around him. His words all that were needed to send her over the edge. And Scott was right behind her. He buried his cock deep within her, her quivering pussy milking him for all he was worth.

Panting softly, he kept his cock buried inside her. His forehead rest against her collarbone, a thin layer of sweat covering both their bodies. “That…” He breathed, forcing oxygen to enter his lungs. “Was…”

Y/N smiled lazily, fingers playing with his hair and nails lightly scratching his scalp. “Hot as hell?”

Scott’s shoulders shook with laughter as he groaned. Pushing himself up, he settled on her face. So relaxed. So utterly happy. “I was trying to think of sweeter words.”

“Hmm…” She kissed him gently, as sweetly as the words he had been searching for. “Maybe another time.”

Scott raised a brow, shifting his way down her body. Head settled between her quivering thighs, he asked, “Who said I was done with you yet?”

It is said that when two souls collide, they see the world in a new light. Gone are the bleak greys of the world. They are instead replaced by something beautiful. Color.

And all it takes is something so sweet. So gentle.

A kiss.

And there y’all have it. Hope y’all enjoyed???

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ink-flavored · 5 years

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11/11/11 Game (Triple Threat)

Tagged by @multimousenette and @bogbodybitch and @nectareouswrites! Thanks!

I’ll put my questions at the top here so you don’t have to scroll through 33 questions lmao

Questions

Do you like to cook or do you prefer going out?

How meticulous do you like to get in your world building?

How do you relax when you’re stressed?

Do you have a creative hobby outside of writing? What is it?

Luck or chance?

Is there something that you’ve decided to keep in your WIP(s) even after someone told you to get rid of it?

What’s your battle music?

What are you most proud of yourself for?

What’s your favorite dinosaur?

What would you grow on a farm?

Blood family or found family?

Tagging: @royalbounties @rainy-rose @aesopsrachaels @purpleshadows1989 @frankensteinn @shadeshadow234 @startroubled @farrradays and anyone else who wants to!

Alright. Now comes the doozy.

1. What’s your preferred writing and reading genre?

Fantasy for both, though I like to read a lot of different genres

2. What’s your favorite thing about your least favorite character?

Least favorite is tough. The character I’ve been having the hardest time writing recently is General Zhai from The God-Dragon’s Wife, mainly because I haven’t solidified her motivations yet, but if there’s one thing I know about her, it’s that she takes no shit. Which is very difficult for me, because she isn’t taking my shit either.

3. What’s your least favorite thing about your favorite character?

Again with the favorites! Teconia is fun to write, but I feel bad about making bad things happen to her and making her sad. She gets sad a lot and then I feel guilty. Stop doing that.

4. Which of your characters do you feel most indifferent towards? Why?

Right now, it’s Park. I don’t think we’d be friends if he was a real person (robot?) because our values are so misaligned, but he’s not a bad guy.

5. Which of your projects means the most to you and why?

Firesoul, no doubt. It’s been an idea I’ve had since I first started writing, and the fact that I’ve been continuing to write it after all these years is a huge deal for me (i.e. a person who comes up with ideas and then abandons them forever)

6. Is there a theme that can be found in all of your projects? Was it intentional or dd you realize after the event?

Usually there’s a theme of overcoming – whether that’s overcoming self, overcoming oppression, or overcoming adversity. I don’t do it intentionally, but I think it’s definitely informed by experiences in my life, so it would feel odd to not have it.

7. What’s your favorite book to read? Does it have any similarities to your any of your writing projects?

The Inheritance Cycle is my favorite book series of all time and it absolutely informs my writing style. I’ve read the first book, Eragon, eight times, and seven of those times was before I turned 16. I’d be shocked if it didn’t.

8. What have you learnt while writing that you hope everyone knows?

That I can write whatever I want, and someone will like it, even if it’s not the someone I thought would like it.

9. What’s your biggest strength in writing?

Description, for sure.

10. What about your weakness?

Too much description.

Seriously, though, it’s plot structure. I suck at that, and I’m awful at outlines.

11. How many questions do you answer on character profile sheets when creating new characters?

I try to shoot for all of the ones that apply! But I don’t do a lot of character sheets so…

12. What do you love most about your writing?

I love my worlds and settings. I pour blood, sweat, and tears into them, and I think it really pays off.

13. What’s your favorite type of character to write?

Smart dumbasses, people who Can’t Handle Feelings, and people who Have Too Much Feelings. I have no middle ground.

14. What inspires you to write?

Life. That’s probably the most cliché answer on the planet, but I’m very informed by the things I believe and the experiences I have. Even my horror pieces (short as they are) come from places of feeling helpless in my own life, struggling with an undiagnosed anxiety and panic disorder for most of my life.

15. If you could talk to your protagonist, what advice would you give them?

I would gently hold Park’s metal robot face in my hands and tell him to Stop Taking All Responsibility For Everything. Good God. It’s not all about you, all the time.

I would tell Xinya that it’s okay to feel emotions sometimes. Yes, even that one.

I would tell Teconia that trusting people isn’t always a good thing.

I would tell Hayden that he is capable, no matter what he tells himself.

16. If you had to do an escape room with one of your characters, who would you choose and why?

Park is a robot and therefore would be very logical about all possible solutions. This could either be a great thing or a terrible thing, but I’ll take my chances with the guy with a computer for a brain.

17. How did you come up with the plot for your current wip(s)?

The God-Dragon’s Wife is inspired by a (perhaps not astoundingly written) fanfiction I read and said “Psh. I can do that.” That, and my deep held desire to marry a dragon.

Firesoul came to me at an audition for a role in my dance company’s annual Christmas show. I heard this epic, haunting music, and had a vision, essentially, of a scene from the book. Teconia herself is literally a D&D character that I liked so much I gave her a book.

Out of the Park is inspired from way back when I used to regularly play Overwatch, and my main, Zenyatta, had a skin release that was a baseball team. The rest is history/

Dragon Raising actually started as a novel that I never did anything with, because something always felt off about the delivery. When I took a comic writing class in college, everything clicked at once.

18. What’s one line/paragraph you’ve written recently that you’re proud of?

This is from a submission for a prompt month in a fandom I’m in:

Yugi didn’t believe in ghosts. It was fun to think about, sure, but he’d never seen any “real” evidence to support the idea. His friend Ryou claimed otherwise, but they’d long since learned to agree to disagree on the subject. Of course, they were both partial to a good scare – his second favorite genre for anything was horror – and they could talk about the coolest ghost stories they’d heard for hours. Still, he had never latched on to the idea of the “soul persisting after death.” It was ridiculous, for a lot of reasons. The idea of a ghost in his house – in anyone’s house – was almost laughable.

But he didn’t have a lot of other ideas to explain this.

19. Do you ever draw concept art for your writing?

I can’t draw, but if someone made me art of my WIPs, I would die LITERALLY for them.

20. What do you like most about one of your protagonists and what do you like least about them?

Xinya is a powerful woman. She’s capable and smart and will kick your ass in chess. But she’s so emotionally constipated it’s actually painful for me.

Teconia is kind, strong even if she doesn’t know it yet, and loyal to her friends and family. But she refuses to use her strength until it’s too late, which is frustrating for a lot of reasons.

Park is a dumbass. This is both the reason I love and hate him.

Hayden can do remarkable things, but he never gives himself credit for them.

21. What’s the setting of your current wip(s) and why did you choose it?

TGDW takes place in a fantasy Imperial China, which I chose because I am so sick of Fantasy Medieval Europe #4564

Firesoul takes place in Fantasy Medieval Europe #a billion, but I’m not romanticizing it. Teconia is the poorest of the poor, a racial minority, and has to keep her mage identity a secret to avoid persecution. You see exactly what that’s like in Ethallia for the average citizen, and it’s not pretty, unlike most fantasy settings where Everyone Is Good Except Our Evil King, Who Is Evil For Vague Magic Reasons.

OOTP is my personal idealized Future America, which means there is So Much Socialism. Everywhere.

Dragon Raising takes place in modern day Chicago, which I chose because wouldn’t it be hilarious if someone had to raise dragons in the middle of Chicago?

22. What are some of your strengths that make you a good writer?

I pride myself on my description and world building, as I’m sure people have picked up by now, but I’ve also been told I’m good at writing character interactions. I’ll take it!

23. Do you listen to music/have playlists to get you writing?

I’m one of those people who can’t write without music to block out the sounds of the real world. I don’t have any specific playlists for writing – I usually just shuffle my whole library.

24. Who is the character that is least like you and why?

Personality wise, it’s between Park and Yu-Qi who are the least like me.

Park thinks he has to be the one to change the world – him and him alone – which is just. Come on man. Dismount from your high horse.

Yu-Qi is closer to being the opposite of me because of our similarities, ironically enough. She’s obsessive, possessive, and in a true dragon fashion, she hoards and hoards and hoards. These are qualities I share, but desperately afraid of.

25. What is the maximum word count you are hoping for your project(s)?

Oh, this is a good question. I’ve never sat down and thought it out specifically, but I think a good novel length is 80k-200k words, so I’ll shoot for that!

26. Do you write better in the day time or at night?

Night owl. I blame it on being born at 1:30am

27. What are your OC(s) zodiac signs?

Well, considering only two of them exist in our star system, I’ll just guess!

Xinya: Virgo

Teconia: Pisces

Park: Scorpio

Hayden: Libra

28. Where do you fall on the beige to purple prose spectrum?

My prose is indigo, man. I am so close to purple it’s unreal.

29. Are you well read in the genre you hope to go into?

Absolutely! I’ve been reading fantasy since I was in first grade.

30. What are your goals for your writing career?

I want to open people’s minds and make them think about stuff that they might not have otherwise thought about. And entertain them, of course.

31. How comfortable are you with critical feedback?

PLEASE give me critical feedback, I’m begging you. My life has been plagued by minimal to no feedback on my writing and it’s so frustrating.

32. Do you enjoy reading or writing romance?

Reading it: depends. Writing it: yes, but I’ve only just gotten into it!

33. Do you annotate your books?

Depends on the book. If I’ve read it enough times to quote direct lines, then yes. I’ll never annotate a new book.

#annika talks #ask game

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