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jjunae · 16 hours

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LOSER ⸺ LHS

❔loser heeseung as your boyfriend ・ lhs x fmr warnings! hee being a nerd lol ( LIBRARY )

he 100% watches "the big bang theory", and he definitely kins sheldon cooper

his closet primarily consists of those embarrassing, 2015 meme-shirts, with pepe the frog all over them

he likes reading corny romance novels. he'll never admit it, but he cries to them, too

he probably claps when the plane lands (he's the only one clapping, so he just looks like an idiot)

he pours his cereal first (milk should always come first!?)

he goes to parties with his hair neatly combed and parted. sometimes, if he's feeling like a bad-boy, he might gel his hair for said parties

loser! hee would also, be the best boyfriend, of all time.

he loves when you step forward to take the initiative, because he feels awkward when he tries to do it + he's absolutely head over heels in love with you, and will readily do anything you say. you both are going on a fancy-dinner date at 7? no problem, he'll be ready and waiting for you

he isn't allowed to go shopping, not without you. you don't allow him to buy his nerdy shirts anymore, instead you pick out stuff that'll suit him better

he loves ranting about things to you, because you actually take the time to listen to him. sometimes, you kiss him while he's rambling, which makes him want to rant even more

he stays up late, smiling to himself, while he scrolls through photos of the two of you together

has a separate calendar where he has everything which is related to you, marked. for example, your birthday, your mum and dad's birthday, your anniversary; stuff like that

the best thing about him, though, is how he's always ready to apologize. he accepts when he's in the wrong, and will never feel ashamed to say sorry

loser! hee, as awkward as he may be, loves you unconditionally ♡

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 4 months

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ethan landry request: y/n and ethan are about to hook up at a halloween party but she goes to get a condom and when she comes back ethan is gone. A little angst since he disappeared on her?

New year is coming very fast, let’s empty the requests!! (aka: blurbs time)

Warnings: 18+, making out, nudity (?)

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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You never understood how people casually sneaking to bedrooms at parties to fuck on a stranger’s bed. Not only was it not very hygienic, but how disgusting must it be for the owner of the bed to come in and see someone else’s body fluids on their sheets.

Yet, here you were, making out on a stranger’s bed and rubbing your body against this cute boy you met an hour ago. His hands were all over your body, eager to grab and explore…in a respectful way. Having enough of his sweetness, you guided his hands to your ass yourself.

Ethan moaned into the kiss, pulling your body closer until you were pressed up against him, in certain areas more than others. He wasn’t experienced. You could tell by the speed his erection was growing under his jeans. It was okay, though. Everyone has a first time.

Your hand traveled under the thin fabric of his navy henley, surprised to find slightly defined muscles. A smile curled on your lips. Nerdy appearances can be misleading. You continued your exploration, then swung a leg over his hips and began to rock your hips against his, making Ethan groan and tighten his grip on your body.

Breaking from him shortly, you giggled at his reaction and unclasped the small hooks of your corset top, making the boy below you groan when he found out you weren’t wearing a bra underneath your costume, the thick material enough to hold the girls. Ethan looked at you for a moment, completely flustered.

You gave him a minute to admire and play with them, then went back to kissing, pressing the ache in your core to his thigh as you rutted against Ethan's thigh, feeling your arousal sticking to your panties. Reaching down his body, you started to unbuckle his belt, but he stopped you.

‘’Before we get too far, I need to tell you something,’’ Ethan confessed, breathless between your kisses. ‘’I…I don't have a condom with me.’’

Typical men.

You looked down at him, his face covered with embarrassment and frustration. You wanted to go on a rant about how he was the one who had to wrap it, therefore he should have one on him at all times, but you kept your mouth shut. Ethan didn’t seem like the kind of guy who was very lucky with the ladies.

Sighing, you climbed down his body. ‘’I’m gonna go ask a friend. I’ll be right back,’’ you said with a sweet smile, quickly slipping back into your corset top and ignoring the smear of lip gloss from all the kissing.

Running down the stairs, you searched for your friends, praying someone had a condom.

After ten minutes, you finally got your hands on one. You went back to the bedroom you had left Ethan in, apologizing for taking so long, but when your eyes fell on the bed, it was empty.

‘’Ethan?’’ you called into the room.

Nothing.

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twisted-lover-boys · 8 months

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Could I request form leaders with Cyno male reader? Where reader has this intense glare that people avoid but one way they run into him library collecting data about magic of this world and how it correlates with his own (Manga Spoilers! in the manga it’s shown that Cyno has magic which is how he helps Collie with the archon residue) and they ask and her to see how passionate he is and how much of a nerd and he slips some dad jokes to ease their tension and find that reader has went to school before and he reminisces on the academia days and tells them about his world and his role as the Mahamatra general and his job and shows them his Vision and basically it is ambition that was rewarded by the gods/Celestia and maybe some stuff about his coronation with Anubis

sorry if this is long feel free to ignore :)

Dorm heads with a Cyno like reader

{not proof-read}

I hope you know, I main Cyno…that probably says a lot doesn’t it…?

I think the only person who knows my main Genshin team is my best friend, my boyfriend, and my bf’s sister lol

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Oh your scary aura did not go over well with Riddle. He honestly thought you were going to be a troublemaker the entire year no matter what dorm you got into

So imagine his surprise when he saw you at the library diligently going through various textbooks. Some of them he recognized, other he didn’t, but a majority of them were about the history of Twisted Wonderland

Just as he was about to leave, you called out to him. How in the world did you notice him?! He was on the other side of the library!! Nevertheless, he was caught

He apologized for snooping, which you surprisingly laughed at and even made a joke to, and asked you what you were doing. Cue Riddle’s surprise when you suddenly started going on a nerdy rant about various types of knowledge and your “academia days”

You had both ended up sitting down at a nearby table where the dorm head got to learn a little bit more about you. Apparently, you were a general and had a power that was similar to magic but was entirely different. “A gift from Celestia” you called it

When the bell chimed for classes, you immediately stood up and bid the dorm head adieu. He waved back and smiled as you left. Oh no…what—what was this feeling? Did he..have a crush on you?!

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Leona was…intrigued to say the least. Sure, he wasn’t one to try and pick fights with little freshmen but you seemed different. Experienced, even

Anyways, he just so happened to wander upon you in the library going through various history and magic books. He would’ve left, if you didn’t notice him that is. Well, he got caught. Might as well give it up

Leona was honest. He had stumbled upon you on accident. You had laughed, brushing it off with a really bad joke. He asked what you were looking for. He honestly didn’t expect to hear you talking about your world and your “academia days” with your old friends

He couldn’t have expected that he would sit down and listen to your story. What he remembers is that you were a general and that you had a form of “magic” that was gifted to you. You even talked about a coronation that was your birthright

When the bell rang, you stood up and waved goodbye as you left for classes. Leona, of course, stayed behind and said goodbye. He tried his best to ignore his wagging tail. There was no way he got a crush…right?

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Azul thought that you’d be an interesting endeavor. Sure you gave off a cold and eerie aura, but the dorm head was certain that he could break—I mean—convince you to join in his little business

He had ended up following you to the library, hoping to uncovering something about you that would help him. All you did was go through a few basic history and magic textbooks

Just as Azul was about to leave, thinking that he didn’t find anything good, you called out to him. How in the world did you notice him?! He wasn’t even close to you?! Well, the longer he stood there, the more suspicious he seemed

Of course, he just strolled up trying to play the innocent card but you saw right through him. So, you’re the perceptive type. When he apologized, you had only brushed it off with a dad joke that was really bad in a funny way. When he asked you what you were doing, he was suddenly flooded with information about your previous “academia days”. Bingo

He listening diligently to your stories but, the more he listened, the more interesting he found them. Your powers were a gift from a being named Celestia? And you had a whole coronation for your position as general? You were definitely more interesting than he played you out initially

When the bell rang for classes, you bid the dorm head a good day and left for your classes. As he found himself waving back and pondering over the new things he learned about you, he felt his heart skip a beat. No, no, no he shouldn’t be falling in love with a potential client! Right?

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Oh Kalim did not care about the scary aura you gave off during the ceremony. He was determined to make friends with you no matter how badly it would probably end up

He tried following you around but you were always so sneaky, he’d lose you quickly. One day, he finally caught you in the library. You were going through a lot of history and magic books with really fancy sounding titles

Just as he was about to say hi, you immediately noticed him and called him out. Wow, you were perceptive! He didn’t even move from his spot before you called to him! Impressive!

Kalim happily bound up to you, asking what you were up to. He was happy when he finally got to see you smile a bit as you were talking about your “academia days” and even cracking a few jokes. He was finally getting somewhere!

He happily listened to you as you talked about your world. About how you were a general and had to undergo a crazy coronation and about where your powers come from and how they work

When it was time for class to start, he invited you to a party he was having later that week. You agreed so long as you could do a comedy sketch. As you walked away, Kalim waving goodbye like a madman, he almost missed the heat on his cheeks and the pounding on his hearts

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Vil was…conflicted on the aura you gave off. He couldn’t tell if you’d be a delinquent that needed a good lesson or it was just how you were. Nevertheless, he made sure to stay cautious around you

Vil was walking to the library for some reason or other when he suddenly saw you in the back browsing between various books about history and magic. He wondered why you were so interested in such things

Just as Vil was about to leave, you had suddenly called out his name. He was surprised to know that you saw him, especially from across the room. Well, it’d be uncourteous of him to just walk away now

He walked up to you and apologized, saying he wasn’t intentionally trying to snoop around, but you brushed it off with a smile and a bad joke. He asked what you were looking for and it somehow turned into you talking about your “academia days” back in your world

It seems that the dorm head lost track of time because he ended up sitting down with you for stories. Hearing about your vision being a gift, your coronation as general, and what your previous job entailed. There was no doubt in Vil’s mind, you were just scary looking

The bell rang for class changes as you stood up and said goodbye to the dorm head. He said a simple goodbye in return as he left for his own classes. As he walked, he didn’t miss the sudden pep in his step and the loud beating of his heart. Ugh, he fell in love, didn’t he?

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Oh boy Idia was NOT fond of you during the ceremony. You had such a scary aura to you! There was no way that you weren’t a delinquent or a mad-crazy jock! And he wanted nothing to do with you! Absolutely nothing!

So it was just his luck when he decided to leave his room, thinking it would be a good day, and ran into you at the library. This is why he doesn’t go outside!

We started walking away, as quietly as he could, until you called out his name. How did you see him?!! He was halfway across the library!! He had thought about running away to avoid confrontation but that was before you literally walked up to him and scared him. How’d you get here so fast?!

Well, guess this is where he dies… Idia stuttered out an apology, saying he didn’t mean to spy on you and that he was just leaving. You only smiled and waved it off, throwing in a really bad joke. Okay…? He ended up asking what you were looking for but he didn’t expect to hear about you “academia days” which were nuts! Are you sure you aren’t from an anime?!

He only grew more interested in your stories the more insane they sounded or got. A vision gifted by an almighty being? A crazy battle based coronation? You being a literal general for a government-like body and a god of your nation? How are you real???

When the bell rang for classes and you left for classes, not without saying goodbye that is, Idia decided to just go home, his social battery spent. As he thought back on his interaction with you, he felt his heart face and face flush. No no no! There was no way he was in love! That’s literally too cliche!!

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Malleus was very interested in you. He could feel such a scary and powerful aura from you and yet he melt no malicious intentions from you. Was it just how you looked? Were you lonely? Were you just like him?

Nonetheless, Malleus wanted to know more about you. So he decided to try and look for you. He didn’t expect you to be in such a quiet place like the library. You were going through various books about history and magic, further interesting the fae

He doesn’t know how long he stood there just observing you, but he was aware that it wasn’t long because you called out to him. Malleus thought that he was hiding his presence well and yet you still noticed him. You were more interesting than he initially expected

Of course, being the gentleman he was, he revealed himself to you, being careful to not reveal his name whether you already knew it or not. He asked if you were interested in the history of this world and was pleasantly surprised when you said you were, spouting off about your “academia days” back in your world and throwing in a few dad jokes which he thought was funny. You reminded him of Lilia

He sat down and listened intently to your stories about your home world. About how your vision, the source of your powers, was a gift from a greater being, your coronation into general, and the general work you did in said position

He was sad when the bell rang for class changes, meaning that you had to go. He waved goodbye as you left and he teleported away back to his dorm. He couldn’t ignore the fast beating of his heart and his flushed cheeks. Was this was love felt like?

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vilf-lover · 4 months

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i completely forgot about this draft but here is a whole bunch of hcs about darlin (the love of my life)

i apologize for my absence, i’ve been so busy, but i appreciate all of those who wanted these!

i’ll be using they/them pronouns the entire time but in my mind darlin is afab and uses they/he pronouns

i feel like i should start with appearance, i really wish i could draw but yk

i see sam as 6’0 and darlin as 5’11

they don’t look very muscley, they’re larger with more fat in their stomach and legs and that harbors a lot of insecurity even though they know they’re strong

their hair is shoulder length, black with a white underside for when they usually wear it half up

they chopped all of their hair off once they left washington at 14, they wanted to be a new person when meeting the pack, imagine awkward teen who doesn’t know their identity so they’re stuck with a pixie cut and button-downs with capris and belts

they started dance at a very very young age- specializing in ballet

once they moved, which meant a new school, they went into their schools theatre program because their parents hoped to help them “get out of their shell”

they started riding their dad’s motorcycle to school once they got their permit and everyone thought they were so badass

i think they got bitches-

they dropped out of highschool their junior year which made everyone pretty upset but their parents were surprisingly supportive

they made money doing…things and moved out the same year

at 18, they started going to bars with a fake id which eventually led to a pretty bad abuse problem

they have tattoos upon tattoos, most of them being not very good because they got them illegally and by friends

they have stretched ears and you can still see the punctures in their face from their past (poorly done) piercings

they should be wearing glasses, and they do when they’re home after convincing from sam

i think they’re either thin wire ones or the nerdy ones but either way they’re THICK ASS LENSES because they are practically blind

they’re scared of bugs. yes. they’re scared of bugs. (living in the woods does not help this fear)

they enjoy the occasional romcom yet think sci-fi is idiotic

i’m not completely sure who they would play in mario kart but maybe yoshi or dry bones

rainy days feel like home to them (yk washington) and once sam made a wet dog joke….didn’t exactly go well

characterization rant-

it really makes me upset when people put them in a light that makes them seem not thoughtful or caring. in reality, they are tempered and it doesn’t manifest in the best ways but directly correlating that to unsavory traits is just not reasonable. they are protective and their actions are only products of that, not their lack of intent.

hope you all enjoyed

(do not call them tank to me please 🙂)

#headcanons #redacted headcanons #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted darlin #redacted sam #kenza’s talking again

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strbymacaroon · 1 year

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❀ VOLUME THREE: INTERNATIONAL SUPERSPY ❀

THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN: DESTINY AND FATE

Eren Yeager x Reader.

Sypnosis:

An alternate universe where Attack on Titan and the Marvel Universe collide! Where the Spider-Man universes collide!

Where the new spider is the, one and only nerdy, Eren Yeager. Who happens to have a world stopping crush on you.

Genre:

Attack on Titan Marvel crossover, Spider-man and Eren Yeager crossover. Multiple parts.

Word count:

43.5k Words.

I apologize for making you read the rest on Ao3 if you strictly wanted to stay on tumblr. But, tumblr has a strict word block limit, which I have to abide by. I don’t feel like cutting this chapter up into chunks, sorry! Anyways, hope you enjoy!

『 VOLUME THREE: INTERNATIONAL SUPERSPY』: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ

Highschool.

It was a blur. Just a crazy, horrible, workfilled, blur.

And you know, that whole identity crisis everyone goes through. As a child you imagined the freedom, and most importantly boyfriends you’d have. What ended up happening was you believed you were going to marry Kakashi Hatake, a fictional anime man. You even wrote fanfiction about him.

Yeah… it was dark times…

Anyways, your father down your throat, constantly telling you how: You weren’t enough, the work you did wasn’t enough, the knowledge you knew wasn’t enough— you weren’t enough. You relied too much on his money, you relied too much on his power, you were a good for nothing gold digger and slacker.

Honestly, he couldn’t even look at you. I mean, who would want someone who mooches off their hard earned money? Oh, if only he knew now…

So, you always made sure to excel. Worked your own job, made your own money, and stood your ground. You were smart, quick, and intelligent. Hell, by the time you were done with your high school junior year, you managed to publish a book!

The basics to engineering.

However, you lacked one key thing you wished you didn’t. Looks. You weren’t the prettiest girl alive, and you didn’t have a clue on how to dress. But, you knew you had a pretty face. Although, that was hard to see with the thick framed glasses your dad bought for you. ..With the wrong prescription..

But, that didn’t matter!

Your father never brought that subject up. In fact, it was always ranting about wanting a ‘natural’ girl. Someone who wore modest clothing, and no makeup whatsoever. Your father always told you, you were too reliant. Men didn’t like that, as your father would say, they liked an independant and powerful woman. Someone intelligent, soft spoken, and self sufficient.

And, that was you!

Sure, you didn’t have the looks. You knew you were at least somewhat pretty, just didn’t know what to do with it. But, you had the smarts. You were the ideal woman your father made you to be.

You sacrificed everything for that. You wanted to be ideal, desired, and most importantly wanted. You spent your everything into studying, giving up your youth and social life for a man your father idealized for you. You didn’t even have friends. You wasted everything for a man you didn’t even know, but were going to meet. As your Father would say.

Eventually…

Sure, it did cause a lot of bullying and harassment by the other girls, but they were jealous of you. Jealous of your smarts. I mean, no one wanted a girl to just sit and be pretty. No one liked a bimbo. Boys wanted a self sufficient girl, one that took care of herself, and didn’t mooch off their money. Again, as your father tells you.

And, you made it.

Senior High School Graduation.

Approx. 4 years ago…

You graduated top of your class, and were now the ideal woman your father shaped you into. Your mother, nothing but his shadow. Your older brothers? Nothing but a replica of your father. Spurring the same exact words he would.

You were set. Everyone expected you to become a lawyer or doctor, you already completed almost half your college courses for both! How?! As much as your father complains about you mooching off him, he sure does love to use his power to your advantage.

And, you were kind of a genius… not to brag, or anything.

You were finally here, at your graduation as the perfect woman. Accepted into your dream school of NYU. And about to ask your highschool crush of four years on a date. Considering you were now desirable by your fathers standards.

So, you marched your way up to your crush. Your short heels clicking against the ground. Using your index finger to fix your glasses, and pausing. Was this a good idea? Of course it was, you were the ideal woman.. as your father tells you. You did everything he told you to. You got this. I got this.

You sniffed, rolling your shoulder and tapping your crush’s shoulder. Your foot going behind the other as he turned to you. His friend group, which consisted of some football players, and their female friend. Annie was her name, but you weren’t completely sure.

They were currently catching up with your brothers since they were old acquaintances, and your brothers had already graduated.

His smile was so sweet. Porco. You got giddy at his name. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach as you walked in his direction. Standing behind him as you hesitated to tap his shoulder, “Uhm, I—“ Why now of all times were you stumbling over your words? “I just— I really like you, and wanted to ask.. if you were free sometime?..”

There was silence.

Before, laughter, “Oh my god!” Annie laughed, getting an elbow from your crush. Making Annie catch herself, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she whispered, trying to contain her laughter. With your brothers snickering behind them.

Your crush forced a smile in your direction, hands going into his pockets. Fidgeting, “Look, I’m sure you're a wonderful person but..” Porco glanced at his friend, his eyes widening for a split second. “You’re just not my type.” He shrugged.

You could feel your heart shatter. Wait, I thought Dad said–

Annine pressed her fingers to her lips, “Sorry, but his type are girls who actually take care of themselves, rather than their grades.” She laughed again, throwing a blonde chunk of hair behind her shoulder. “Weird to think, right?” She added a mocking smile, “You know, for how smart you are, you really are stupid.”

You felt your lips part, wanting to say something only for it to get lodged in your throat. For some reason, you looked to your brothers for help. You knew they weren’t going to do anything, but you couldn’t help but hold some hope. That they may, as your older brothers, protect you.

They didn’t. They never did.

In fact, you parents weren’t even at your graduation. Your brothers came after the ceremony to drive you home. And, that’s when they started catching up with their old friends.

Your crush.

You nodded your head, turning on your heel and walking away. The restroom sounded nice right about now. You kept your eyes to the ground, blinking rapidly as you navigated to the restroom. Accustomed to the school’s layout. When you bumped into someone, making some tears fall from your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re okay.” They replied instantly, “Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” They let out a small laugh. However, it sounded stiff– maybe even forced. Like, they were nervous.

You don’t remember much about what he looked like, just that he was tall, and you called him ‘highschool guy.’ You awkwardly giggled, “Yeah, I guess.” You shakily said, continuing on your walk to the restroom. Pushing your glasses up.

“You’re really pretty.” He added.

That made you freeze.

Your eyes glossy, tears falling down your cheeks. Eyes red and puffy, mascara smudged, and flex flushed. You, by no means, looked pretty. You shakily inhaled, looking up and smiling at him. Pushing your glasses up, and feeling your lips wiggle. “Thanks.” Then, you continued on your way. God, you would give anything to go back in time and get that guy's number.

You really needed to hear those three words.

Freshman Year of College.

Approx. 3 years ago…

You left as soon as your dorm was ready for you. You needed to get out of your house, and life as soon as possible. Which you did.

And, now you had another problem. You didn’t have friends. Nor did you know how to socialize.

Well, shit.

You first turned to anime, because… actually you don’t know why. It just seemed right at the time. You decided that watching Kiss him, not me, would somehow solve all your problems. And, it did.

Okay, no, it didn’t.

The worst part was, you didn’t need help with schoolwork. So, that eliminated a big part of socialization in college. The study groups weren’t even worth studying for, it just ended up being a group of people who shared answers. Then, when they found out you already knew how to do the work since highschool… Well, it’s easy to assume what happened next. You didn’t even know how to say no. Let alone make conversation beyond that.

So, you decided to take a different approach. One that would haunt you the rest of your college education. A blessing, but mostly curse.

Thus, Bimbo Y/n was created. The version of yourself you wish you were. Witty, cute, fashionable, approachable, conversational, happy, and maybe a little stupid, but hey! It was who you wanted to be. So, that’s who you were.

“So, you went to our high school, middle school, and elementary school with us?” Connie asked, blinking at you like you were insane. “Dude, what are the odds? Jean and I have literally never noticed you.”

No, I’m happy you didn’t know me. I looked like Helen Keller trying to figure out what to do with my life. You thought. It was not a good time.

Jean shrugged, “I’m glad, now we can talk shit about people, and Y/n knows who they are.” He bumped his shoulder against yours, smiling at you playfully. “And, you can agree with us.”

Sasha brought her head up, sliding her paper towards Connie. “Finished!” She cheerfully said, placing her pencil on the table.

Connie glared at her, “Sasha, last time I got answers from you, I ended up with a forty percent on the homework.” Connie grumbled at Sasha, tossing a crumpled piece of paper at her. “I think I’d much rather take the answers from Y/n.”

You looked up, blinking at him. “For the.. uhm–” you pressed your finger to your lips. “Math with like letters right!” Was that too stupid? You pushed your curled hair behind your ear, your finger awkwardly catching inside your hoop earring. If it wasn’t obvious, you weren’t used to wearing them. Wait, did they see that?

Sasha's heart melted, “Bless her soul. She’s so cute, but doesn't have a single thought behind her eyes.” She hugged you, “I love you so much, Y/n. Literally marry me, and have my babies.” She shoved her face in your curly hair, enjoying all the lotions, and perfumes you wore. “I promise to take care of you.”

Take care of me? Huh, ironic. You wished you could record the amount of times you’ve been told that, and send it to your Father. In all honesty, it really confused you. Maybe, that’s why you weren’t keen on the idea of a full term relationship.

Jean pushed Sasha away from you, “I’m trying to teach her how to do this, I can’t have you distracting her Sash.” He scooted closer to you, “Okay, back to what I was saying, Babe.”

You blinked, processing what he called you. Was that normal? Calling your friends nicknames? Mental note, give everyone cute nicknames. You nodded eagerly at Jean, looking back at his paper. “We were like–combing the letters, right?” You leaned on your gloved palm, tilting your head at the paper.

Jean laughed at you, “Yeah, sure.” He said with a smile, “Uhm, well. Then, you check if the equation is right by solving for it.”

You nodded your head softly, “Oh, I totally get it now!” Which would be fine if he did the equation correctly in the first place. You learned this stuff back in highschool, in fact–you already learned everything they were studying right now. If anything, you should be tutoring the three of them.

“Oh shit! What time is it?” Connie shouted, pulling out his phone and checking the time. You flinched at his abruptness, taking your eyes off your paper. Connie looked around frantically, “Why didn’t my alarm go off?!” He opened his bag, and slid all his paperwork inside. Which was an impressive skill, since nothing fell out.

Sasha grabbed her phone, “Why? What time is–” her eyes widened with fear, “Shit! Our job!” She also shoved all her things into her backpack, just without the skill and grace as Connie. “I’ll see you guys when we get off.”

You smiled at them, waving goodbye. Sasha grabbed Connie’s hand squeezing it. “Ugh! She’s so cute!” Connie tugged Sasha out the room.

You giggled, grabbing your Starbucks drink and taking a sip. Enjoying the tasty refresher. “I like her,” you looked at Jean, “She’s fun.” Your eyes moved briefly over the door again, smiling to yourself.

Jean smiled, “She likes you too.” He laughed briefly, “In fact, they both like you.” He leaned on his palm, “I like you, too.”

You blinked a few times, I know you like me. I just don’t want you to. “Oh.” What do I even say to that? “Uhm, thanks?” You softly replied.

Jean pushed a strand of hair from your face, “You’re really pretty.”

You forced a smile, you wouldn’t think that if you first saw me in highschool. Which.. you have. We’ve literally gone to the same school since elementary… “Thanks, I think you're pretty too.” You leaned your face into his hand. I did not just say that. “But, I think I should be getting home. I have one of those video call thingies in an hour.” That was a lie, you just had something else to do.

“Oh, uh. Okay,” He stood up, closing his laptop. “Do you want me to walk you?”

You shook your head, “No, s’it okay.” You started putting your things away, “I’m probably going to get some snacks on the way.” You smiled at him, placing your bag over your shoulder. “Bye bye, Jean.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, then left the room. Closing the door behind you, and sighing out.

You were never going to date, let alone fuck that man. No matter what anybody thought, or said. Even if Jean claimed it himself. But, you were going to be polite. Because, you were classy, and didn’t believe in being rude. Unless deserved. You loved Jean in a platonic way. You really enjoyed hanging out with him, but that's how far things would go.

Anyways, you had a few things to do before going home. Like changing your goddamn heels into something you could walk in. You praised women who wore heels everywhere, you had only been wearing them for three hours, and wanted to die. Worst of all, you were sitting down for the majority of it.

Walking outside the building you changed your shoes into some comfy converse, placing your heels in your bag, and continuing on your adventure. Pulling out your sketchbook and pencil, holding onto it as you walked into your favorite sweet spot.

The door rang as you opened it, you smiled at the cashier. Gwen.

She screamed when she saw you, “Y/n! Oh my god, you look so sexy right now.” She grabbed your favorite sweets, stuffing them into a small bag. “What’s up with the sudden aesthetic change? Have you been taking my advice?”

You giggled, running your hand over your beige trenchcoat. Underneath a black turtleneck, decorated with a gold necklace. You pulled out your credit card, handing it to her, “Maybe,” you bashfully said.

Gwen pushed a strand of hair from your face, “Ah! I can't wait for the day you let me put makeup on your pretty face.” She tilted her head, admiring you for a moment. “Awh, I wish I had a pretty face like you.”

Which only recently happened, very recently. You giggled, “Gwen, you already do.”

Gwen squealed, taking your card and ringing you out. “Ah! But, that makes me so happy, Honey.” She leaned forward, handing you your bag and credit card. She stayed there, “Guess who called me last night.”

Your eyes widened, “No.”

“Yes.” She smiled, “Harry said he wants to take me out on a date.” She pouted, “Which is weird, because I thought he had a thing for you.”

You cringed, “Ew.” You shook your hands. “I mean, I don’t even know Harry, so I can’t–” you shook your head, “Anyways, I– I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” I have a hell of a lot of online courses to finish.

Gwen's eyes softened, tilting her head to the side. “Awh, you’re so strong for that.” She placed her hand to her heart, “Couldn’t be me though.”

You snorted, placing your hand over your lips. Trying to cover your loud laugh, “Gwen I– just shut up.” This is why you love her.

Gwen laughed with you, pushing your shoulder softly. “Anyways, are you going to the spot?” She leaned on the palm of her hand, adjusting her earring for a second.

You took your things from her, “You mean my dorm’s roof?” You rolled your eyes playfully, “I wouldn’t call it ‘the spot,’ but yeah. That’s the plan.” You placed your things into your purse, giving her a final wave. “See you tomorrow.”

“Or, in a few hours if you get hungry again.” Gwen stuck her tongue out at you.

You rolled your eyes as you left the building. Almost bumping into a male as you did so, “Oh, I’m sorry.” You quickly acknowledged, trying not to be rude.

He smiled at you, before waving his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it.”

You could feel your heart flutter with his soft tone. “Uh– I– yeah.” You watched him walk inside the sweet shop, making eye contact with Gwen.

You gave her the look. She returned one.

He’s so cute.

Right?! Should I talk to him?..

Yes?! He’s so your type Gwen.

Okay, okay, okay, let me get his name.

Gwen looked away from you, turning her attention to the male. She pushed a strand of white hair behind her ear, leaning forward at the male who just walked in. “Hi, can I get the name for the order?”

He nodded, “Yeah, Peter.” Peter smiled, before quickly adding— “Parker. Peter Parker.” You could tell he was nervous. It was honestly really cute.

Gwen giggled, “Okay, Peter Parker, what can I get for you today?” She tilted her head, her eyes glancing at you for a moment. You just gave her a thumbs up, then left.

You didn’t want to be a third wheel.

Skipping along the streets of New York, you were still getting used to walking everywhere, since you didn’t want to get caught in traffic. It was a weird contrast to constantly being driven everywhere back in California, but you can confidently say you preferred it. Even if your feet burned. Maybe, that’s why you liked staying with your Mother rather than your Father.

It felt nice to get some fresh air. Even if it was the blistering cold of the merry holidays. Which means you have to visit your family for Christmas in a few days. You could already feel your body regressing.

Your Mother and Father in the same room. What a nightmare.

When you arrived at your dorm building, you could feel your shoulders get heavier. You didn’t like that stupid place, it was loud and your roommates weren’t any better. But, you couldn’t afford an apartment, and asking your Father for money didn’t sound too appealing. In fact, you couldn’t recall the last time you spoke to your dad.

It took some time before you reached the door of your room, pushing it opening and walking inside. Shutting it behind you, and dropping your purse on your bed. Grabbing your things along with your computer, placing it inside your bag and walking to your window. Pushing it open.

Then, climbing up the latter escape, trying to reach the roof. You sighed, finally reaching the top and sitting on your blanket. Something you set up a few days before.

“Karen?” You waited for a moment, before your computer lit up.

“Good evening, Y/n.” A robotic, male voice spoke back. “What seems to be– crack-a-lackin.”

Your eyebrows met together, “Eugh, ew. Who the hell taught you that, Karen?” You said with a giggle. Grabbing your sketchbook, and flipping to an unfinished sketch. Continuing to finish the drawings design.

“....”

You giggled, shaking your head, Maybe you accidentally programmed him to say that.

“Gwen.” He quickly said, his voice almost sounded guilty.

Your jaw dropped, “Gwen?” You accused. Since when did Gwen even talk to Karen? He’s probably lying. “Well– then, don’t be listening to what Gwen says, she’s unfiltered.” You smiled, “She’s not good for your pure, untainted, soul.”

“Who would be good for me?” Karen asked.

“Me.” You responded coolly, “I’m the goodest person for you.” You tapped the pencil on your paper. “That’s why I’m your mother.”

“Goodest isn’t a word, Y/n.” He lectured, “You’re searching for the word– best.” He laughed, “And, you are not my mother. You are my creator.”

You rolled your eyes, “I was trying to be funny, Karen.” You turned away, “And, I am your mother.”

“Well, you’re not funny.”

Your jaw dropped, before shaking your head. “Karen, just do your goddamn job, and find me some parts for my design?” You tapped your pencil against your lip. “And, make it something accessible. Maybe… from like Home-Depot?” You looked at the screen, “Oh, and if pink is an option, add that.”

“No. Pink is a horrible choice. But, searching for; suit parts.”

I can’t take this assault. You glared at your screen, grumbling, “Pink is a good choice.” You finished the eyes of the drawing, and observed the final product. You grabbed a sharpie, and quickly added your signature on the bottom of the leg. “And, when did you get so mean?”

Karen cleared his throat –which you didn’t even know he could do– before speaking. “Here is what I found on; suit parts.”

You pulled your computer over your lap. Scrolling through the links Karen found for you. You pressed your lips together, I thought I said cheap. You pouted, looking at your design, then the computer screen. You couldn’t afford any of this. “Goddammit.” Why can’t I just make a super high tech supersuit for five bucks?

“Are you allowed to be up here?”

You jumped, shutting your computer, and sketchbook. Before snapping your neck back to look at the person behind you. The only way to get on this roof was to climb up the later escape, was this person here this whole time?!

He laughed to himself, “Because, last time I saw an unwanted stranger on a roof, I got thrown off it.”

You could feel your Jaw drop. “Of course I’m allowed to be up– Wait, thrown?!” You took a deep breath, clasping both your hands together and collecting yourself. “That– what are you?–” Tony Stark, the Tony Stark was standing in front of you. No way. You could feel your mind blanking.

“I thought you were going to jump, so I decided to stop by. Or, you could be a highly intelligent villain from another planet, with this thing called ‘The Scepter,’ so–” He said, clicking his mask and revealing his face to you. “Kinda traumatized. Or, I could be saving a life.” Tony flashed you a charming smile, clicking his chest and removing himself from his suit.

Holy shi– Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, before you cocked your head to the side. “Really?” Tony thought you were going to jump?

“No.” He replied nonchalantly, then looked at your computer. You followed his eyes and internally cringed. “Karen? That’s his name right?” He took a step in your direction. “Does it stand for anything?”

You looked to the side, almost embarrassed. “No.” You looked at your computer, placing your hand over it. “He just likes the name Karen.” For some reason, you were embarrassed to say that.

Tony let out a brief laugh, “He named himself?” He smiled, “And, he likes it?” He reached his hand out, wanting to hold your computer. “Did you program him to have emotions?”

You grabbed your computer, standing up and handing it to him. “Kinda, I programmed him to have thoughts that could contradict mine, and to build himself off that.”

“Nice. I created something like that too back in elementary.” Tony cocked his head to his suit, before opening your computer, “Suit parts?” He suppressed a smile, trying not to be rude. “And, from Home Depot?”

You could feel your face burn with embarrassment, “Well, I just like looking at—“

“Suit parts.” Tony finished, his head tilted to the side. He looked amused.

You cringed, before reaching for your thick sketchbook. “Okay, it sounds weird but–” you opened up the book, handing it to him. “I absolutely adore all the designs of the super suits, and was inspired to make a drawing of them. Then, that's when I realized, wait, if I have the intelligence to design a fully functional suit on paper.” Tony looked up at you, opening the sketchbook. “What’s stopping me from actually making the suit?” You took a deep breath, pointing at your computer. “That’s when I made Karen, he was basically me making the suit digitally. So, I had to make a whole program for that, and that wasn’t even the trial and error for making sure the application worked. Then, once–“

“Jesus kid, what the hell.” Tony continued flipping through the sketchbook. Your computer supporting your thick book underneath. He stopped on the drawing you finished not too long ago. “You made all this?”

You blinked at him, almost offended he cut you off. “I mean, yeah. My signatures on the leg.” You softly grumbled.

Tony looked back at his suit, gesturing to his suit to come close. “Garvis.”

“Sir.”

Tony lifted the sketchbook, “Scan this. See if it’s functionable.” Tony’s suit, who was supposedly named Garvis, flew closer. Propping himself right behind Tony and looking at the sketchbook. Taking it from Tony’s hands and flipping through the pages.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Garvis?” You looked around, before your eyes landed on Tony’s suit. Was the suit Garvis?.. Okay, maybe Tony Stark was insane. You took a step back.

“Sir, all this information adds up to a fully functional suit.”

I mean, I did make a whole application to see whether or not it would work, so… You thought silently.

“In-fact, it’s put together so well– it could be something you made, Tony.”

Wait. He’s british?!

The suit– Garvis, looked at you, “This is incredible, Ma’am.”

You couldn’t help but smile, nodding your head at the suit. Butterflies erupting in your stomach, “Thank you Garvis.” Wait, did you just get butterflies from a suit A.I? Jesus, Y/n.

Garvis nodded, taking a step in your direction, lifting his hand, but Tony cut him off. He reached for the helmet, and removed it, placing it on his face. “Can you give me a visual display?” He placed his hands on his hips. Tony was so.. “Wow.” He removed his face mask, looking at you.

“What?” You raised an eyebrow.

“You made this.” He acknowledged.

You threw your hands in the air, “It’s not like that’s what this whole conversation is about.” You grabbed your sketchbook from the suit and your computer from Tony. “Yes, I made this.”

Tony looked at his suit, and his suit looked at him. “No need to be a smart-ass about it, but what’s your name?”

You suppressed a smile. “Y/n L/n.”

Tony’s eyes widened, “L/n?” He leaned his head back, thinking to himself. “Is your father–”

“Yes.” You replied, placing your things into your bag.

“I’ve worked with him.”

“He wouldn’t stop talking about it.” You looked up at Tony, “He’s a horrible partner. Even though everyone thinks he’s so smart.”

“But, all he does when speaking to someone is repeat their words with bigger ones.” Tony rolled his eyes, smiling at you. “Sounds about right. It’s why I don’t work with him anymore.”

You nodded, “Sounds like my Dad.” You rolled your eyes, sighing out dramatically. “It’s nice to hear someone doesn’t like him either.” You always hated hearing praise about that man. He was everything, but praise worthy.

Tony bit the inside of his cheek, thinking for a moment. “Okay, how about this.” He pulled Jarvis closer, clicking a button on his face. Making a blue holographic display appear to you. It was your suit. “I’ll provide you everything to make your suit, and I’ll even help you with some elements to enhance the product.”

You raised your eyebrows, placing your hands at your hips. “Really? And, how much is this going to cost me?”

“Nothing,” Tony shook his head, “Completely free.” He gestured with his hands, “And, how about this. I get you a job right under me at Stark Industries, it pays well, and I’ll get you an apartment somewhere nice.”

You looked down, “All this for some stupid A.I, and cheap supersuit?”

“Kid, that ‘stupid A.I’ could have payed off your entire college experience if you sent it to the right people.” He pointed at your computer, “It’s self sufficient, disciplined, compiles information over the web, is intelligent enough to compile its own thoughts, and emotions.” He shook his head, “And, that’s not even half of it.”

“You made one.”

“Yeah, but I have the money to make them. You made it inside your cheap chrome computer.”

Okay, ouch. It was the only thing I could afford. You placed your hands behind your back, placing a foot behind the other. “Okay, fine. If I accept your offer, what’s the catch?” There’s always a catch.

“No catch.”

“I don’t believe you.” You accused.

“I hate that, but I don’t blame you. In fact, I respect it.” He turned to Garvi– his suit, –this was already getting confusing– and entered it. “Here’s what I need. You, and your suit.” Tony’s voice had an augmented tone to it now. He placed his feet on the floor, no longer flying. “I could use your help with something that’s happening here, in New York.”

“The bombings?” You said, before adding. “The Mandarin.”

Tony was quiet for a while before responding, “Yeah, that.”

You took in a deep breath, butterflies swarming your stomach. “So, you’re asking for my help with a mission that could potentially kill me?”

Tony’s head tilted to the side for a moment, “Well, when you put it like that, I guess it does sound a little weird.”

You looked out to the city, walking to the ledge of the building. “What if I say no?”

“You won't.” Tony stood next to you, “I’ll even let you wear the suit during the mission, you— you just would..” He sighed, moving his hands in a circular motion. “Need to work out. A lot.”

You glared at him, a little offended. “I do work out.” Sometimes…

“Good. We just need to get you strong enough to stop a bus.” He lifted his hand, turning it so his palm was facing down. Displaying a miniature version of your suit, “And, you’ll have the help of your own design.”

You remained quite looking back at the city. “Do you even have a Stark Industries here in New York?” You glanced over the area, enjoying the sparkling lights.

“You a senior?”

You shook your head, “Freshman.”

Jesus you were young. “We’ll have one built your Junior year.”

You laughed, nodding your head. “That’s great to hear.” You turned to Tony, collecting your hair all together and flipping it over your shoulder. “And, is anyone going to know I’m working with you?”

“Do you want people to know?” He asked sincerely.

You shook your head, sighing softly. “Just no one in my school.” You rubbed your shoulder soothingly, “I just made friends with people who like me.” Being this random genius would only repeat what happened in high school.

Tony's eyes softened for a moment, but he didn’t comment on it. “Then, no one will know. No one has to know.” Tony smiled, nodding his head. “So, c’mon.” He sighed, “I have to let Levi know about your involvement.”

You could help but blinked a few times in confusion, “Levi?” Who’s Levi?

Tony tilted his head, before responding. “You don’t?– Oh, uhm, Levi’s my brother, he just likes his privacy.” Which Tony was going to change if Levi took the job as the Iron Patriot.

You could feel your jaw drop, “You have a brother? Is he as smart as you?” You whispered, like Levi was in the room with you.

Tony laughed, “Smart? Maybe a little less? Rich? Absolutely.” You placed his hand behind his neck, “And, I would say his way stronger than me.” He shook his head, “Not by choice though.”

“Was he forced?” You cautiously asked, placing a hand over your chest.

“No, he just wanted to be the stronger one.”

You laughed, before flashing him a smile, nodding your head. “Fine, I’ll help.” You took a step backwards, twisting in a circle. Your skirt kicking up in the wind with you. “Where's our first mission?” You asked excitedly, your hands clasped together.

“I’m flying you to California.” Tony placed his hands on his hips, flying up slightly. Making your hair flutter, “You got a passport?” You nodded excitedly, “Great, let’s go make your suit.”

You bit your bottom lip, jumping up and down. You smiled, nodding your head. Jumping up and down excitedly, “I get to be a superhero!”

“Slow down, Y/n. Baby steps.”

Freshman Year

Beginning of Second Semester.

Approx. 3 years ago…

You giggled, “Jean, if anything happens I’ll call you.” You pressed your hand against his chest, pushing him away. “Now, go find Sasha and Connie, I promise you they’re probably like—wandering around.”

Jean gave you a strained smile, “Uh, are you sure?” He looked to the side, “Because, I’m sure we can just look around together–”

“No!” Your hands came out, expressing your distress. You blinked a few times, before clearing your throat. “I mean, no thank you.” You flashed him a kind smile, “It’ll be better if we split up.”

Jean nodded his head slowly, alarmed by your distress. But, not questioning it further. “Okay, well, call me if you get lost.”

You nodded, immediately walking off. Making sure Jean was out of sight before falling to the ground, tears pearling in your eyes. “Holy shit, these heels are killing me.” You groaned, massaging your ankles. Which wasn’t really helping considering how you were wearing boots that reached your knees.

The worst part was, with the skirt you were wearing, you couldn’t even sit down properly without flashing someone. You blamed Gwen, she was the one who picked out your outfit. In fact, as of now, Gwen was your main source of inspiration for clothing. With all the jewelry, and make-up. The only thing that was original was– your black gloves.

Your phone rang, and you checked the caller I.D.

Tony S.

You rolled your eyes before sliding your finger over the screen, holding up the device to your ear. “Tony.” You greeted, standing up and suppressing a pained groan. Curse these stupid heels, you’d give anything to know how to walk in them.

“Bambi, how are you doing?” Tony greeted.

You could feel your eyebrows mush together in distaste, “If you call me that one more time, I swear to god, I’ll find a way to destroy my suit.” You threatened. He was calling you a bimbo, Tony thought the words were similar enough. “But, I’m good. The bruise is healing nicely.”

Tony huffed, “I can’t believe that was the only thing you got, I thought the guy killed you with that punch.” Tony laughed, “You should’ve seen the look on his face when you got back up.”

You laughed, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “It was Karen who did that.” You don’t know how, but that’s what happened. “Anyways, I still have some adjustments that would make the suit better. As well as flexible.”

“We’re starting the construction of a Stark Industries building here.” Tony informed.

Your eyes widened, “Oh, that’s good. Makes it easier to upgrade suits.” You looked around, a skyscraper in the distance catching your attention. Oscorp. “Aren’t you scared Oscorp is going to start rivaling you, or something? I’ve heard they’ve got some shady stuff going on behind closed doors.”

“I’m not too worried.” Tony sighed, “I know ways to keep it nice.”

You laughed, “Alright, Tony.” You walked down the sidewalk, enjoying the college scenery. A field of green grass and a beautiful, large, flower tree. It was pretty enough for a picture. If only you had a camera. “Just, fix up my suit please. I plan on wearing it again.”

“Oh, not happening.”

You mushed your eyebrows together, utterly confused. It was your suit? “What?!”

“I thought I told Happy to tell you about it.”

“Happy’s in the hospital.” You bluntly replied, wanting to kill Tony. There was no way he was revoking your suit privileges.

“Actually, he just got dispatched. He’s doing well.”

Your eyebrows raised with delight, “Oh, that’s good– Wait, what do you need to tell me?” You shook your head, trying to stay on topic. “Is it something bad? Did the suit malfunction.” Did I do something bad?

“No, your suit’s fine. We just–can’t have you running around playing superhero.” You could tell Tony was smiling, “That’s for us adults. The big kids.”

“I am an adult.” You shot back. Opening your purse and searching for your favorite pink hair tie. Tying your hair up, so it was out of your face.

“You’re barely an adult, but I still have some plans with you.” Tony sighed, “For the time being, I’m putting a mini mechanic shop in your apartment. So, do what you will with that.”

You smiled, nodding your head. Tony already managed to get all your things moved into your new apartment. You did a small circle as you continued to walk around. Today was so pretty, you wished you had your camera. “Oh! And, I sent the new bomb designs over to you.” You slowly twisted around, walking backwards. “It follows the target, and once it’s made contact it—“

“Blows up.” Tony finished, “It’s perfect. Love the creativity.”

You didn’t know if he was being sarcastic. “Wonderful.” You brought your body forward again. It was silent for a moment, “So, is this it?” You softly said, almost hurt.

“Oh, no. I need you around.” Tony let out a small, ‘ah,’ “Actually, I have another assignment coming up, and I could use your help.”

You eyes landed on a tall male, holding–

A camera. Perfect!

You walked up to him, pointing at his camera. Smiling at him sweetly. He just blinked at you confused. You mentally groaned. You cut Tony off, “Let me call you back, Honey.” Before ending the call, placing your phone in your purse. “Your thingy,” you said, pointing at his camera. “Are you one of those people who take the cool snapshots?”

The man let out a small laugh, “My camera.” He corrected.

You could feel butterflies erupt in your stomach from his voice alone. Even if you couldn’t see his face, he was weirdly cute. Maybe, that’s why you approached him. Along with the camera.

You could already tell, you liked this guy.

Even if you never got his name.

Senior Year.

Middle, First Semester

Current time…

“You know, I miss talking to Karen.” You rolled your swivel chair back, “Before, he became the Spider-man suit.” You pouted, “And, before you rest him.”

“Ah! You mean her.” Tony corrected, hiding the smile on his lips. “And, I didn’t mean to reset her. I just— accidentally reset her programming.” He quickly said.

“Accident my ass.” You grumbled, rolling back to your desk. Grabbing your keyboard, and opening a small compartment hidden underneath it. Grabbing the small key from inside, and opening your desks drawer. Reaching for the microphone you left inside, and typing something on your computer. “The button clearly said reset.” You grumbled, looking at the text on the screen. He was my best friend.

You haven’t even gotten to meet the new Karen. It made you sad. You slammed your drawer shut, locking it up again. Placing the key where it belongs.

“Graduation is in a few months.” Levi voiced, leaning on the wall window. Looking outside, a cup of coffee in his hand. His foot resting behind the other one. “Are you excited about that?” He took a sip of his coffee.

You sighed, stretching out your neck. “Yeah, it’s exciting and scary.” You peered over your shoulder, “Like, I want it to be over. But, I’m scared of growing up.”

“Don’t be, Bambi.” Tony added.

You just glared at him. “Thanks.” You grit.

Levi shook his head, trying to ignore the laugh bubbling in his throat. “We’ll be there, Y/n.” Levi lifted his glass to you, making you turn your attention away from Tony. “I wouldn’t want to miss you finally becoming an adult.”

You softly smiled, your eyes softening. “Good.” You turned back to your screen, “I would’ve quit if you didn’t, and we all know you need me to function.”

Levi felt his eye twitch, “On second thought.” Tony just softly laughed, giving you a discreet thumbs up.

Levi rolled his eyes at his brother’s encouragement. Before looking at your screen, “And, what are you doing?” Levi doesn't remember assigning any work to you?

You leaned your head back, “I’m working on my personal project.” You responded, “It’s a gift.” To yourself..

“You’re making a gift for someone?” Levi asked, pushing himself off the window. Walking behind your chair, and looking at your screen. “A suit? Y/n, you can’t give a random person a suit.”

You threw your hands over the screen, trying to hide it from him. “Don’t snoop, Levi.” You scolded, “And, it’s a graduation gift to myself! I’m jealous that Spider-Man gets to use my suit.”

Levi shook his head, “Well, it is my company. I would like to know what’s being made.”

“It’s actually mine.” Tony cut in.

You giggled, “Sure, sure. I forgot.” You clicked a different tab, grabbing the microphone and holding it to your mouth. Glancing at the phrases displayed on the screen.

“Don’t tell me you’re using your own voice for the suit.” Levi groaned, taking a sip of his drink.

You blinked a few times, “No..”

Tony twisted his body around, pointing at you. “That’s genius.” He stood up, dramatically pushing his swivel chair away from him. “Someone get me a microphone. Pepper?” He called, walking out the room.

You giggled, nodding at Tony. “See, Tony gets it.”

Levi placed his hand to his face, sighing slowly. “I swear, you two are so full of yourselves.” Levi looked at you through his fingers, suppressing an amused smile.

You shrugged, clicking the record button. “Good evening, I’m Y/n. And, you are?” You hit the pause recording, waiting for the next phrase to pop up.

“When do you think you’ll be done with the suit?” Levi looked at the screen.

You tapped your lips a few times. “Uhm, it should be done by the end of the month. Maybe the beginning of next month, the latest.” Your eyebrows came together, “Wait, why did you give my suit away?”

“A kid got bit by one of our radioactive spiders.” Levi cringed the moment he said it. You weren’t supposed to know that.

“Wait, Spider-Man was directly caused by you?” You thought he just happened to be one of those people born with powers. You looked back at your screen, “Why didn’t you tell me about that? I could’ve made a better version of the suit.” You saw Levi cringe again, and you smiled cheekily to yourself. “Unless, you weren’t supposed to tell me.”

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you.” Levi followed.

You giggled, “Don’t worry I won’t tell Tony.” Levi let out a breath of relief, while you looked at the text on your computer. Reading it in your head, and readying your microphone. “Just as long as you help me make my suit.”

Levi hated you.

-ˋˏ★ [ Location: Your comfy, comfy, bed… ]ˎˊ

Dawn was rising, around 6 in the morning, and drawings upon drawings scattered your room. You phone softly playing your favorite song, Amor Eterno. While your hand moved across the paper with an outliner pen. Adding the final details to the improved suit design, before sighing, sitting up from your bed and stretching.

Harry’s words bouncing in your head like an over inflated ball even if the date was over a week ago. Let me take care of you. You loudly laughed, like you even wanted that. Hell, you found the irony of it. The very thing your father supposedly hated you for, was the very thing men of wealth wanted to do.

Honestly, whatever.

It’s not like you wanted them anyways. But, it was always so satisfying knowing that you’d never give them a chance. Were you fake? Maybe? But, that’s what shitty Dads can do to you.

And, Daddy issues.

You adjusted the strap of your crop top and stood up. Ripping the page out of your thick sketchbook, and adding it to your billboard. You threw the book behind you, hearing as it loudly crashed against your bed.

That’s what four years of college sketches, and suit designs sound like.

You grabbed your glasses and took a step back, then placed your hands on your hips. Nodding at the outcome. You liked this upgraded design. Nanotechnology was definitely the way to go. If you go to Stark’s place today, you should be able to have the suit finished by—

‘Knock, knock!’

You looked at your window, eyebrows mushed together. It was silent for a minute, making you think you made up the noise in your head. You know you’re crazy, but not that crazy. “Did I just hear a knock?..”

“Yes, you did.”

You shook your head, suppressing a smile. Biting the corner of your lip, and shaking your head, mumbling– “Don’t tell me I need to get the bug spray.” You grabbed your pink curtain, and pulled it back. Tilting your head and smiling at the male on the other side of the clear glass.

He was crouching on the railings of the fire escape. His head tilted to the side, looking into your room. His eyes widened for a second, “You’d ruin the treats if you did.” Spider-man raised the bag, shaking it lightly. Allowing you to get a better view of what he was holding.

A bag from your favorite sweet shop.

You laughed, biting your lip and raising the window. “Okay then, next time.” And, believe me, there will be a next time.

-ˋˏ★ [ Location: Your Apartment’s Fire Escape… ]ˎˊ

You giggled, taking a bite of your macaroon.

“You’re kidding?” You questioned, “And, he just walked away?” You scoffed, “I swear, the fucking nerve of some people, right?” You took a bite of your strawberry macaroon. Your favorite upon favorites of flavors.

Spider-Man nodded his head, his mask above his mouth as he took a bite of his sweet treat. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, getting a loud– ’Ew!’ from you.

You pushed his shoulder playfully, scrunching your nose at him. “You’re disgusting, Spider-Man.” You pushed your glasses to the top of your nose.

He laughed loudly, “What? You took all the napkins, what am I supposed to do?” Him wiping off the junk off his face with his hand wasn’t even the worst of it. You should’ve seen him last night. Eren was losing his mind over a picture he found of you in his camera. He completely forgot he even took it, on top of that— it was a picture of you smiling. Cutest and purest thing he’s ever seen.

Soon enough, his mind wasn’t so pure. His back to the bed, eyes screwed shut, while his hand slowly moved up and down his fat dic—

You scoffed, grabbing a few napkins and tossing them at his face. “I don’t know? Ask?! Like a human.” You looked to the side, rolling your eyes. “Idiot.”

Spider-Man shook his head, cheeks tinted red. Thank god he had a mask on. “Ugh, get over it, Y/n.” He pressed, “Anyways, then the dude walked away like he didn’t slap me.” He shook his head, his eyes squinting. “And, then– And then, He walked to a police officer who watched the interaction and snitched on me.”

You snorted, tilting your head back and laughing. “Seriously? Jeez.” You looked back at him, tilting your head. “Then, what did you do?”

Spider-Man laughed. Looking away for a moment before shaking his head, eating the rest of his macaroon. He was embarrassed to tell you what he did next. “I—“ He laughed, shaking his head, bringing the mask over his lips again. “I— I swang away.”

You coughed, “Pussy.” You taunted, hitting him with your shoulder. A real smile on your lips. Your eyes glancing down to where his lips would be. Only to look back at his eyes.

Spider-Man visibly tensed, pulling back from you. A shiver shot down his spine, “Well, I– I– can’t get in trouble.” Mr. Stark would kill me if I got in trouble with the police. He almost killed me when I wanted to go save you.

Eren was grounded from the suit for a week.

You shook your, “You’re such a goodie-goodie, Spidey.” You said, tilting your head and looking at him through your lashes. “You know that.”

Spider-Man tapped his fingers against himself, “You always call me Spidey, I feel like I should be giving you a nickname.”

You shrugged, looking to the side thoughtfully. “I thought my nickname was beautiful?”

Spider-Man shook his head, “Not at all, I call you beautiful, because I’m complimenting you.”

You wrinkled your nose, “You compliment me too much then.”

“I don’t think I compliment you enough.”

You could feel your face slowly burn, you turned away in embarrassment. “I– whatever.” You played with the fabric of your top, keeping your eyes diverted from Spider-Man.

Spider-Man laughed, “I want to give you a nickname exclusive to me. Something only I would know.” He tapped his finger against his lip, “What about princess?”

You snapped your head in his direction, “Ew. Don’t ever call me that again.” You shook your head, a shiver shooting down your spine. “I hate that.”

“Okay, so, not princess.” He looked to the sky, blinking a few times. In clear thought, “Do you have something in mind?”

You hummed thoughtfully, trying to think of a name. “I don’t know.. Nothing’s coming to mind.” Your ears picked up on the sweet melody playing from your room, damn, you forgot to turn off your phone.

Spider-Man looked at your room, his ears picking up on the song. He looked at you again, “What song is that?” He tilted his head, genuinely curious.

You smiled, keeping silent for a moment. “Uhm, it’s my favorite song.” You wrapped your arms around your body, almost in a self soothing act. “Amor Eterno, my mom introduced it to me. And, it’s been my favorite since.”

Spider-Man nodded, listening to the melody for a second. “I’ve never heard of it.” He looked back at the room, “I like it, your mom— you have good taste.” He quickly corrected.

You shrugged, “Maybe, it’s just.. yeah.” You laughed.

Spider-Man tapped your shoulder, “Should I call you that, Amor?”

You giggled, tapping his shoulder in return. “You don’t speak Spanish do you?” You laughed again once he shook his head, “I can tell.”

“Hey..”

You pulled your hand away, “Maybe, when you can speak Spanish, that can be my nickname. But until then, pick something else.” Your eyes flickered to the bag that Spider-Man got your sweets from.

‘Angel Cakes.’

Spider-Man followed you line of vision, landing on the bag. He smiled, “Angel?’ He asked, “Is that okay?”

You laughed, “I mean, it’s not horrible.” You poked his shoulder, “Just, don’t say it in front of people. That way it’s like a secret between the two of us.” You lifted a finger above your lip, smiling cheekily.

Eren could feel his heart burst out of his chest, “Why did you give me a nickname in the first place?”

You blinked a few times, your bright eyes innocently looking at him. “Hm?” You laughed, shrugging. “I don’t know, I give nicknames to people I like.” You tilted your head to the side, your glossy lips forming a smile. “I like you Spider-Man.”

Spider-Man shook his head, looking to the side. He was so lucky there was a face mask covering him. If not, you would’ve seen the massive blush on his face. He just liked the way you looked. Visually pleasing. “Shut up, you’re literally just saying that, so I’ll buy you more sweets from your favorite place.”

You giggled, leaning to the side. “Maybe.” Your eyes widened in realization.

Spider-Man had the exact same realization. “Shit! I mean!–“

Your eyes were wide, your mouth parted open. “Are you following me?!” You shook your head, “Gross, you’re like my stalker.” You teased. Spider-Man was going to defend himself when you raised a finger, cutting him off. “Ah! No, I don’t want to hear it.” You said, leaning in close.

“I don’t tell anyone that’s my favorite spot. And, call me selfish, but I don’t tell people because I don’t want anyone else to go there.” That’s why you didn’t tell anyone about it. “I guess, now you know my secret.” You poked his side, watching him flinch. Jeez, was Spider-Man always this ticklish?

He pushed your hand away. Finding the fact that you gate kept a bakery very childish, yet cute. He shook his head, titling his head at you. “Fine,” he said, outstretching his pinkie. “It’s our secret now.”

You giggled, nodding your head. Interlocking your pinkie with his. “Yes, our secret.”

You and Spider-Man turned to the sky, watching the run rise. A comfortable silence falling over you two. You abruptly laughed, placing your face into your hands. “Oh my god, you’re totally following me.” You mumbled, leaning into him.

Suddenly, his hands were waving around. Panic shooting through his body. “Y/n, it was only once–I swear.”

You laughed, shaking your head, leaning it on his shoulder and looking at him. “I don’t believe you, Spidey.”

“I’m so sorry, if there’s anything I can do to fix it, believe me! I’ll do it.” His eyes were wide, showing his expression. You always loved how expressive his eyes could be, it was an aspect you loved about your suit.

You let out a brief huff, and outstretched your hand. Waiting for Spider-Man to grab it. He did, his gloved fingers intertwined with yours. You smiled at it, sighing softly. “Just kiss me.” You softly said, keeping your head on his shoulder. “And, maybe I’ll forgive you.”

You could feel him stiffen. An amused grin shaped on your lips, “You did say anything, Spidey.”

“I did.” Spider-man confirmed.

You turned to him, watching as his hand came to the bottom of his mask. But before he could even take it off, your lips were already on his covered ones. You smiled, into the ‘kiss.’ Before, pulling back. “What? Don’t tell me you were expecting more?” You swiped your tongue over your glossy lips, looking at his. “Oh you got a little–“ You pointed at his lips. Trying to help him remove the lip gloss that was smeared over his mask.

“Oh fuck off, Y/n.” He placed a hand on your face, and shoved you playfully. Using the other one to wipe away your gloss.

You loudly laughed, turning away. “Oh shut up, you love me.” You said, grabbing his hand and holding onto it.

Spider-Man’s ear perked to the sound of your front door opening. He looked back at you, “Expecting guest?”

You tilted your head, looking into your room. “No?” Your eyebrows came together, “Why, is someone at my door?”

Spider-man nodded his head, “Yeah, I heard someone knocking.”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes. “It’s probably Gwen or something, I gave her a spare key a few months back.” You sighed, your lip jutting out dramatically. “Looks like we have to cut our playdate short.” You let go of his hand, jumping off the railing and going towards your window.

Spider-Man smiled, his eyes squinting for a second. “I'll see ya’ later then.”

You looked back at him, grabbing his hand. Stopping him from swinging away. “Oh, and Spidey. It doesn't—it’s fine..” You softly mumbled, “You literally saved my life, I owe you everything.” You bit your lip, “I trust you, you saved me once, I'm sure you can do it again.”

His eyes softened, and you could feel your heart burst. “I’d give you my life, if it came down to it, Y/n.” You could feel your walls fall down for a moment, but you quickly shook it off.

You walked to your window, propping it open. “I don’t mind someone like that watching me when I’m on the streets.” You snapped your fingers at him, “but, just remember. I’m fully capable of taking care of myself. I don’t need you to completely take care of me.” It's just nice to relax for a while.

Spider-Man’s eyes squinted, indicating his smile from behind the mask. “Of course, Y/n.” He shot out a web, “I’ll see you later, Love.” He gave you a quick wave, “Oh, and I love your glasses, you should wear them more often.” Then, swang away.

You felt your cheeks burn from the nickname and compliment. Maybe you should wear your glasses more often. You went into your room, and closing the curtain behind you. Walking towards your room door, flinging it open and walking out. “Gwen!” You shouted, “If you plan on visiting you need to text me!” You pouted. I was busy.

“No, I told him I wasn’t going to do it today. I told him I was drained from the last task, but he insisted..” Someone groaned.

“Well, he did double the amount he was paying us.” Someone responded, “That’s why I said, yes.”

“It isn’t about the money, it’s about— Mom.” They sighed, “I still can’t believe you answered for me. We should’ve talked about it more, I can still feel the way she was looking at me with fear from the last time.”

That doesn’t sound like Gwen?..

You laughed, “Bertolt? Reiner? What are guys doing here?” You rushed over, engulfing them in a hug. “I thought you—”

“Are you dating someone?” Reiner asked, pushing you away, and crossing his arms over his chest. “Or, was that a friend you were talking to?”

You blinked a few times, “Were you listening to my conversation?” You assumed, “And, how the hell did you get into my apartment? I didn’t give you the key?” Suddenly, your mood was souring.

“Dad did.” He responded, lifting his hand and rubbing his chin. “Now, who the hell were you talking to?” He was getting closer to you.

You scoffed, taking a step back. How did your Dad even get your key? In fact, there was no way for him to get your address. You pushed the thought away, “Of course he did, I forgot how close you two are.” You mumbled, glaring at him. “Don’t do this Reiner, you just got here.” You muttered, “We just got to see each other again.”

Reiner’s face softened, only for a moment. “That doesn’t matter, I still need to protect you.” He argued. Pushing through you and walking into your apartment.

Was he going for your room?!

You could feel a panic shoot through your body, looking at Bertolt and silently telling him to stop Reiner. He just gave you an apologetic look. Which made that panic spiral.

Your room was a mess!

You quickly rushed after Reiner, trying to stop him from reaching your room. “C’mon Reiner. Don’t be like that, I don’t need you babying me anymore.” You pushed your back to the door, a way of blocking your room. “This isn’t highschool.”

Reiner scoffed, “Yeah, that doesn’t matter, in my eyes you're still my baby sister.” He smiled, but it wasn’t comforting. It was mocking, “And, on top of that, what have you been doing since you got here?! Fucking around with shitty men?!”

You flinched when he raised his voice, opening your mouth to defend yourself but he cut you off. “Partying, drinking, drugs?!” You didn’t do drugs.. “I thought you hated doing shit like that! I thought you hated parties!?” He looked at the way you were blocking your room, “Y/n, I swear to fucking god if they’re is a boy in there, I’m going to kill him.”

Bertolt placed a hand on Reiners shoulder, suddenly appearing behind him. “I think we should calm down, Y/n is old enough to—“

Reiner shoved his hand off his shoulder. “Yeah, but she still is stupid enough to get involved with Har—“

“Can you not!?” You sighed loudly, “I moved over here to get away from—“ you gestured your hands to the three of you. “This!” You placed your hands down, pushing your glasses to your face. Feeling them slip, “I’m so fucking tired of you guys. Just get out. Please.” You placed your face into your hands. “I’m not going through this again.”

Reiner pressed his lips together, his hand instinctively reaching out for you, but he stopped himself. “Y/n, look, that’s not what I meant..” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You know I do everything for you.”

You shook your head, looking up at him. “Really?” You asked, “So working at my rival company is the way to do that?” You pointed at the Oscorp symbol on their shirt, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed that little thing.” You watched as the both of them cringed.

Bertolt sighed, “Y/n, just know we love you.” He added behind your shorter brother.

Your eyebrows mushed together, anger slowly building in your body. “You love me?” You mocked, “Oh yeah, I forgot. You were the one defending me when Father was absolutely torturing me.” You could feel it boiling up your throat. “You guys were the one who defended me, not the ones who stood by his side instilling what he said.”

Reiner’s eyebrows came together, expressing his disdain coming over his face. That anger returning, “Y/n, is there a boy in there?” He asked again.

“No!” You shouted, “There isn’t a fucking boy in my room, and even if there was— it’s none of your business!” You could feel tears pearling in your eyes with anger. You hated that about you, how sensitive you were.

“I swear if Harry’s in there.” Reiner whispered to Bertolt, “I’m going to kill her.” He wouldn’t doubt it, and with the way Harry had been flaunting over his crush. Reiner’s suspicion had been raised when some factors rang too similarly to you. You shouldn’t be around Harry, he wasn’t a good person. Reiner was going to kill you if you were so much as dating him.

You felt your jaw go slack, eyes widening ever so slightly. “You’re going to kill me? And, not the boy in my room?!” You rolled your eyes, leaning back. “I don’t even like Harry, he’s a huge dick that I want nothing to do with.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

Bertolt grabbed Reiner, a way of trying to calm him down. “See, calm down, Y/n doesn't even like him.” Bertolt looked at you, “Look Y/n, we promise to never hurt you.”

You could feel your lip wiggle, the words bubbling in your throat. You couldn’t stop them from spilling, “You already have.” You muttered, “Even before all this.”

Reiner scowled, his hand reaching for your doorknob. Trying to push it open.

“If you open this door, there’s going to be no trust left between us.” You whispered, eyes boring into his body. “Just trust me, Reiner.” You were challenging him, something you’ve never done before.

It made Reiner mad. And, he pushed the door open. Walking past you. You stared blankly at the wall, waiting for him to come back out of your room.

Reiner glanced around, eyes dancing over your billboard, bill board, open sketchbook, messy clothes, open window, and stuffed animals. Why would you leave your window open? It was freezing. And, with the outfit you were wearing, it didn’t really make sense.

Reiner sighed in defeat, walking back outside the room. Glancing at you. Seeing as your eyebrows were furrowed, tears slowly falling down your cheeks. Bertolt rubbing your shoulder comfortingly.

Reiner sighed, “Look, Y/n. You’ll understand when you’re older, we just do this because we’re worried about you.” He softly said, but not looking at you. “Just give it time.”

“When are you going to stop saying that?” You whispered, pushing Bertolt's hand off your shoulder. Glaring at him with red eyes. “When I’m one hundred, when I’m dead?”

Reiner was going to speak, when you cut him off. “Huh?! Answer me!” You shouted, “I’m going to be way more successful, and famous than both of you combined! Am I still going to be your naive little sister you constantly berate then?!” You could feel your throat hurt, squeezing.

Your brothers were silent. Which made you even madder. “You guys don’t want to protect me, you just see me as less than you! I’m just the stupid little girl who needs a man to take care of her!” You pushed Reiner’s chest, feeling that he didn’t even move. He was just letting you rant.

Bertolt felt tears pearling in his waterline, looking away and blinking rapidly. While Reiner’s eyes softened, his hand brushing against your shoulder. “That’s not what we’re trying to say, Y/n.” He muttered.

“You guys just feel guilty over the way you treated me back in highschool, and want to fix your guilty conscience now.” You seethed, “It pisses me off. The guilt is messing with your head, I get it.”

“We’re sorry, and you don’t have to forgive us.”

“Enough!” You shouted, trying to push them to your front door. They let you push them, “You guys are so suffocating. I’m so tired of it!” You yelled, “It’s always, ‘I’m so useless, this,’ and ‘I’m so sorry, that,’ when will you give it a break.” You gave them a final shove.

Bertolt and Reiner looked at each other, unsure of what to say. Apologizing probably wouldn’t be ideal as of now. They’re just treating you the way they learned too.

Which, you couldn’t even blame them for. You almost hated girls that weren’t like you, because of your Father.

“Is this how you treat Mom? Or, am I the exception?”

Reiner and Bertolt tensed, eyes going wide. “Don’t.” Bertolt whispered, “Don’t talk about her.”

You mushed your eyebrows together, “Why wouldn’t I be able to talk about my Mom, Betolt? Oh, wait.” You glared at him, “She is currently in no form of contact with you, or our Dad.”

“Stop.”

“I wonder why.” Because of this exact treatment.

“Why are you talking about this?” Reiner asked, looking away.

“Because, you need to stop acting like this.” You gestured between the three of you. “It makes me want to go no contact.”

“Don’t say that.” Reiner sighed, “What can we do to fix this?”

You looked to the side, “Just treat me like a normal person.” You told them, “That’s all I want.” And, you shut the front door before they could respond. You pressed your head to the door, sighing out.

They’re trying to be protective now, to make up for your youth with them. Unfortunately, no matter what they did, the long bridge between you three would never be fixed.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, making you reach for it. You could feel your heart flutter at the contact name.

Eren.

However, a feeling of dread crawled up your spine. The party flashing through your head, what Jean said, and the last time the two of you texted. You need to clear things up with Eren.

Wait. What if he was calling you to cut you off?!

You wouldn’t be able to handle Eren leaving you. You took a deep breath, your hands shaking while you moved your finger over the screen. You picked up, and put the phone on speaker. Then, placed it on the ground, giving yourself some distance. “Hey, Eren!” You tried to greet him excitedly. Disregarding the interaction between your brothers. Or, was trying to.

“Hey, how are you?” His voice was calm, but groggy. It almost sounded like he just finished working out. It weirdly sounded nice.

Or, maybe not… “Uhm, I’m–” you thought about your brothers, “weird, but…” You leaned your head back on the door, still sitting on the floor. “It’s fine. How about you?” You still sounded sweet, like honey.

“I’m weird too.” Eren briefly responded, a small laugh building inside his throat. “Uhm, we just got graded on our project. Do you want to come over, and see what we got?”

You blinked a few times, feeling your brain malfunction. Butterflies erupting in your stomach, “Uhm, you mean like– a party?” You softly smiled to yourself, “Or, a cute hangout.” Some one-on-one time with Eren sounded wonderful.

Eren didn’t like how you were still being fake with him, but he was determined to change it. He wanted to be with the real you. However, your personality was starting to peek through the cracks. “Yeah. A cute hangout. We can even walk around, and get air if you want?” He responded with a soft laugh. Eren adjusted himself, making sure he wouldn’t fall off your building—which he was currently sticking to.

Eren couldn’t leave after how abrupt you left him. And, he was worried!

Creepy, abrasive, and corrupt? Absolutely. But, he just wanted to make sure you were okay. So, it was fine when he did it.

Eren would let you slap him later.

You smiled to yourself, “Yeah, a walk sounds nice.” You didn’t have the energy to worry about school. “Want to go on one tomorrow, same time as now?” You had work close to an hour, where you had to show Tony some of your designs from your sketchbook. The two of you agreed he would hold onto it for a few days to make them come to life. So, tomorrow would work better. Then, after the walk, you could just go straight to your job.

Sounds perfect.

Besides, you needed some time to yourself after the argument with your brothers. You probably were going to take some Nyquil to sleep tonight. You could worry about all your problems tomorrow.

As your Mother would say— that sounds like a problem for tomorrow.

“Okay, great.” Eren softly replied, you could hear the smile in his voice.

You pouted, standing up from the floor and walking into your kitchen. Placing your phone on the counter. You were craving something sweet. Actually, you needed something sweet. Like, strawberry champagne. “Wait, Eren.” You paused, looking at your phone. “You want to hear the stupid thing my brothers just pulled.”

Eren didn’t need to hear, he practically watched it unfold in front of him. There was no need for you to tell him. However, Eren couldn’t help but smile to himself, and respond, “Of course I do.”

God, he was so in love with you.

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idk if this is a hot take but honestly i hate the entire "fruity four" thing So much not only bc nancy is the straightest woman in the world but bc honestly i don't see her being close with steve robin and eddie like. At All. like imo (in an ideal scenario where eddie didnt die in the dumbest way possible) they'd do the monster hunting thing together and then nancy would just go off with jonathan like she did for like. most of the show at this point and leave steve robin and eddie who imo would just mesh way better as a trio like idk i can see her losing touch with steve and like Maybe meeting him again when theyre both over forty and she finds out he's married to a man and has to reevaluate her whole worldview but i can't see them actually staying close friends bc honestly. i feel like steve is way better to her overall than she is to him and that robin and eddie would be too weird for her. sorry for the rant the spirit of haterism compelled me

don't apologize i absolutely agree with you and we here at lesbianrobin.tumblr.com welcome the spirit of haterism!

the only thing i'd quibble with is i do think they'd maybe keep in touch fairly frequently throughout their lives if only to check in and be like hey anything weird happening? no? good how ya doing :) yknow i think they're part of the whole upside down family now but everything else is SO right. like steve robin and eddie make a lot of sense to me as a trio but as you said nancy just doesn't really mesh with them. she doesn't like robin's autistic girl swag and she's such an overachiever and i just like. i Know she'd judge steve and eddie for their academic performance. in s3 she showed that she has like no concept of class divisions and i think that would cause problems with eddie and robin. while i'm sure all four of them like care deeply for each other i just can't see nancy casually hanging out with the others on a regular basis.

kinda off topic but in s2 they frame nancy's choice between steve or jonathan as like normalcy vs being weird but as the show has gone on it's pretty clear that like jonathan is a very safe and normal path vkekcjdj like while nancy and jonathan are a super average respectable heterosexual couple steve is out here like working minimum wage no direction in life besties with a lesbian looking after a bunch of teenagers for free because he just loves them etc etc. i recognize that steve himself isn't necessarily weird in the same way that robin and eddie are but like. he's attracted to that. like robin and dustin are both such little nerd freaks and he Adores them he drives robin around and has a nerdy secret handshake with dustin and he is wholeheartedly dedicated to being a lesbian wingman like he is so driven by his heart fuck whatever he's "supposed" to do and i think that's a very interesting sorta subversion of where we began in the steve v jonathan dichotomy.

also fruity four is an evil evil terrible name it sounds stupid and it's homophobic

#asks

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cassifiction · 2 years

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Sevika with a chubby fem reader please 👉👈 nsfw if you're okay with that, if not sfw is just as good!

I’ll do both a bit of sfw and nsfw for this one! Also since @slutforsev requested something akin to “just read my username, that’s the request”, you’re all getting a bit of nsfw today. This’ll be a bit simpler and shorter than usual, I’m feeling a bit unwell and I’m terribly tired but I still wanted to write, just because I can. I’m stubborn like that. Shoutout to everyone who’s chubby or fat, ilu <3

Send me requests!

Sevika x chubby fem reader

nsfw below the cut. Reader has boobs, genitals sorta unspecified.

-> next request: Jinx x nerdy mage s/o (sfw)

Sevika is the kind of person who doesn’t take weight into consideration when she notices that she’s feeling attracted to someone. Neither skinny nor fat is a deciding factor to her.

That said, she definitely actively enjoys that you’re a bit more on the chubby side.

She loves having you close, anytime she can she’ll have an arm around your waist or around your hips, hand resting on the side of your thigh. Sometimes she’ll give you a light squeeze just to feel you a little closer and to make sure you’re still paying attention to her.

If anyone dares to make fun of you for your weight, they’ll regret it. Noone is allowed to talk about you like that.

In public, Sevika isn’t much of a hugger. She’s afraid it’ll end up making her look weak to the people around her, who expect her to be strong at all times. But in private, she absolutely loves to hug you as much as she can.

Tight hugs from behind while you’re in the kitchen, quick side hugs when she’s in a hurry and of course the classic big bear hug from the front. Bury your head in her neck and she’ll melt in your arms.

She'd tell you how much she loves how soft you feel in her arms. She never knew hugs could feel this good.

Don’t forget couch cuddles and cuddles in bed. Even when things aren’t getting spicy, she’ll have her hands all over you. She prefers to hold you with her non-metal arm, but she’ll often have the metal one around you too just so she can hold you a little closer.

If she’s really tired or just in need of some comfort she’ll ask if she can use your thighs as a pillow, which you of course don’t object to. She’ll lay her head in your lap and close her eyes as you comb your fingers through her hair and let her rant about her day if she wants to, but you’re just as happy to sit in comfortable silence together.

nsfw below

So your thighs are not just Sevika’s favorite place to rest her head after a long day. It’s also where she’ll get right back to work.

Her favorite place to be is between your thighs, her head squeezed in between them. She absolutely loves the dirty noises you make as she’s going down on you like that.

Loves to grab and squeeze you just about everywhere as she does. Her hands will be all over your ass, boobs and hips and she’ll tell you all about how good you feel.

If her head is not in between your legs you can bet she’s kissing you all over. Loves to go up from your legs to your belly, up to your boobs and neck. She’ll pull you into a deep kiss and work her way back down for another round.

She also loves to have you in her lap while she uses her hands to get you off. The metal hand is kind of scary when she does that, but the added bit of danger is also kind of hot.

Genuinely surprised to learn that that stretch marks are considered to be ugly by some. She has noticed them on you of course, but she liked them just as much as the rest of you. What, they’re supposed to be flaws? Hell no, get out. They’re beautiful.

One time she made you ride her face and you got a little too into it, which resulted in her pulling a few muscles in her neck and you had to stop. You wouldn’t stop apologizing but she didn’t seem to mind at allm even though it was clear it hurt like hell.

She didn’t tell anyone about your little incident but she seemed a little more smug than usual the next few days as her neck got back to normal.

When you asked her why, she answered something like “my girlfriend sat on my face so hard she nearly broke my neck – that’s hot.”

Notes: unrelated to these headcanons but there were 2 gorgeous women and my volunteer work today and I just needed to share that with the sapphics on the internet

#arcane #arcane fanfic #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x fem reader #sevika x female reader #sevika x y/n #sevika x you #requests #request

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mochiwrites · 1 year

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which dynamic do you think scarian is in the Fairy tale vers? me personally? im thinkin a bit like jerza but also not? mmmaybe gajevy (its impossible to pin their dynamic into any ship obvi but this is just a lil fun thing lol)

OHMYGOD YOU’VE JUST BECOME THE BEST PERSON EVER TO ME

ohmygod okay okay okay. I’m apologizing SO hard in advance for how nerdy I’m about to get.

jerza and gajevy are 100% valid answers!!! I can see scarian’s dynamic in both those pairs and I 🥺

if we take scarian at their CORE dynamic, ignoring the angst (we’ll get to that >:3) and with the two of them at their rawest form as characters, my answer is nalu.

and no it’s not just because they’re my favorite fairy tail ship I promise — well, maybe it does play a small part :3

let’s look at natsu and lucy first here, and then apply scarian.

SO. natsu and lucy. very much the dynamic of “a follows b around and tries to stop b from doing something Stupid” but there’s more! natsu and lucy hold a lot of respect for one another, as well as trust. there’s this bond between them that goes a lot farther than any kind of label. it’s the way they know one another like the back of their hand, and their communication doesn’t even need to be verbal for the other to pick up on the message.

natsu can read lucy like an open book. lucy can Mostly read natsu like an open book.

lucy is the One person who can pull natsu back before he goes too far. and natsu encourages lucy when she’s close to giving up.

and their banter???? the way lucy tries to keep natsu from doing something dumb but somehow gets roped into whatever he’s going to do anyways?

lucy is very much natsu’s home, as evident by the number of times he’s snuck into her apartment. and lucy is Not quiet about her complaints about natsu. but at the end of the day, they have each other’s backs and I’m going to stop before I go Any Further or else I’m going to derail this ENTIRE thing.

ahem. right. so. Scarian.

already you kinda start to see the similarities between the two pairs, yeah? grian tries to stop scar from doing stupid thing, somehow gets roped into it anyways. and he very much complains the entire time, even as he helps.

scarian trust each other a lot. and you can see that in third life and double life. I know people seem to get on scarian about their “lack of communication” but in actuality their communication in double life was just fine. they’ve done this rodeo before. they know how to trust and communicate with one another without needing to do it verbally.

they know how to trust each other.

they hold each other as equals, they joke and banter and grian knows how to read scar very well. scar can… sort of read grian? but grian is a very complex character to begin with.

also scar just…. fits as natsu so well? dorky, lovable himbo who likes to burn things. also early ft!natsu with his chest out. gestures to scitties. enough said

and grian Mostly fits in that role as lucy. he’s the one pulling scar back (or at least trying to), complaining whenever scar tries to do something dumb but still helping him anyways.

scar and grian have a mutual trust and respect for one another, much like natsu and lucy do.

and I mean. C’mon. grian killing scar in third life? natsu seeing future lucy die? OR OR OR natsu and happy disappearing for like a year without telling lucy in person because he wanted to become stronger? grian pushing scar away after third life without telling him why because he didn’t want to hurt scar again?

also !!!!! grian and scar are ALWAYS attached at the hip, much like natsu and lucy.

I think out of all the fairy tail ships, scarian most closely fits nalu, nerd rant over LMAO

god one of these days I’m going to write such a self indulgent hermitcraft fairy tail au

#mochi speaks #scarian #hermitshipping #THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME THIS #GENUINELY MADE MY NIGHT 🥺#also sorry for going full nerd on you LMAO

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lupon · 2 years

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There's one thing Mike said in his rant in the van I feel like we don't talk about enough.

"What if after all this is done, she won't need me anymore?"

"Of course she'll still need you Mike, she'll always need you"

"I keep telling myself that, but I don't believe it"

I keep telling myself that

Right after this he talk about how she was born special while he wasn't. Which means Mike had been continuously telling himself that El would love him for who he is, but he just doesn't believe it. And that lines up with his actions, since we see in s4 especially that he's a totally different person around El. If Mike had to keep telling himself that she would love him, that either means he doesn't understand her or she has never made him feel accepted for the nerdy things he would do. Or more likely, it's a mix of both.

El obviously wouldn't dislike or not want to be around Mike just because he's a nerd, but she also hasn't been involved in any of his interests. In Mike's mind, not being interested in the same weird things = she doesn't love me for liking said weird things. He's in the same boat as El, all of their peers don't like certain things about them and in turn, they both fear the other thinks the same way. "Everyone looks at me like I'm a monster. You think I'm a monster too" "I know you did something, some nerdy science shit to make me do that" "One days she gonna realize that I'm just some random nerd" Mike didn't feel the need to change himself in Hawkins because he felt accepted by the Hellfire club "We are nerds and freaks!" "We're the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game" and before that, he was accepted by the party.

In conclusion, they struggle to understand one another. They both love each other for who they are, but they keep forcing it to be romantic so it never feels genuine to either of them. Every time Mike feels like she's drifting away, he tries to explain his behavior and always brings up his feelings for her at the same time. "He made me lie"+"You're the most important thing to me in the world" "I was jealous"+"I've never felt like this with anyone before" "I was surprised"+"I care for you so much" "I am scared that one day you'll realize you don't need me anymore"+"I don't know how to live without you" Rather than just saying what he did was wrong and apologizing, he explains himself then talks about his feelings for her. It's almost like he has to keep telling himself that he loves her, and that there's a reason why he acts like he doesn't.

So does he believe it?

#many thoughts are happening #i want to crawl inside mikes brain #literally how can people still think hes straight #byler #mike wheeler #mike wheeler is gay #el hopper #eleven #will byers #idk if this is even coherent

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rottingmanifesto · 4 months

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Ellis for the ask game, please! ^-^

I love Ellis so much I need to talk about him more

Headcanon A: Realistic

He picked up a love of art (mostly fine art, drawing, and painting) from his mom and would occasionally do commissions for people around the Hollow to make some money. Danny always joked he got high off of the fumes, but Ellis just genuinely enjoyed the process of making art.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

He one time cursed out the governor of Louisiana before being “escorted away” (aka wrangled by bodyguards). How did he meet the governor of Louisiana? No one’s quite sure, but everyone blames Giorgi. Sammy did make Ellis apologize but nothing ever came of it.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Ellis heard everything— Lincoln and Danny being shot, his father being shot, the knife in his own intestines— but couldn’t scream. He died face-down. He could hear, but not see.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute it with my own

History nerd. He was very passionate about his community and its history and would rant to anyone who would listen (Lincoln and Danny both frequently had to calm him down), and probably would’ve done history bowl or some shit. Everyone gave him hell for being so “nerdy” about it but at least he cared

#ellis robinson #I need to talk more about Ellis he is my son (I’m ignoring the fact he’s older than me)#mafia 3 #asks #thank you Stevie!

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cwritesforfun · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x Henderson!Sister: Promise not to leave me?

NO spoilers from Stranger Things Season 4 below!!!!!!!!!

You were his sweet nerdy best friend who always let him rant about anything and let him spend the night at your place until you graduated 2 years ago. He met Dustin a few times, but it was always dark and you always pulled Eddie into your room before your mom saw. Then, you went to college. You hadn’t talked for 2 years. Eddie recruited Dustin after finding out he played D & D. And... well he found out he was your brother.

Y/N = Your Name

Flashback to the beginning of this school year - Eddie’s POV

Another fu**ing day in the he**hole we call Hawkins High.

I call over Gareth and ask “Find any new recruits to Hellfire?” He shrugs and answers “I heard those three fish at that locker play.” I look over to the locker he’s pointing at and I tilt my head a little. It could just be me, but that looks like Y/N’s brother. I would sneak into the house with Y/N to her room, but sometimes her brother would barge in. He seemed nice enough.

By the end of the day, I notice the three freshmen around their bikes.

I walk up with Gareth and Jeff behind me. I exclaim “I heard a rumor you boys play D & D.” One of them says “I don’t know. What’s it to you?” I answer “I’m the Dungeon Master around here and we have openings in our club. It’s called Hellfire. We have a game tomorrow after school. You can get these wicked cool shirts if you join.” They all look at each other and slowly nod. I exclaim “My name is Eddie Munson, high school super senior by day and dungeon master or guitar player by night. To my left is Gareth and to my right is Jeff. We are Hellfire.” The boy who I think is Y/N’s brother says “Wait... the Eddie Munson who was best friends with my sister, Y/N?” I answer “So it is you, Dustin. Long time no see. How is sweet dear Y/N?” Dustin answers “She’s going to graduate in 2 years from college.” I reply “Ah great. She’s still dedicated to education like crazy. But is she okay? She seemed down junior and senior year.” Dustin answers “She seems happy to me.” I ask “What about... does she have a boyfriend or best friend?” Dustin smirks and says “I tell you that, I want something in return.” Clever boy. He takes after his sister. I ask “What?” He answers “I get to roll the dice twice and pick the better roll when it’s my turn.” I reply “Deal.” I hear “Wtf?! So unfair!” Dustin exclaims “She has 3 girls she’s close with and no boyfriend. She has no best friend.” I reply “Thanks.”

End of Flashback -

Switch to Y/N’s POV

Dustin warned me about picking him up from school today. He looked nervous telling me about it and he also didn’t seem to tell me the real reason why. I noticed his shirt he was trying to hide though. It said Hellfire on it. I know what that means.

It means I have to see Eddie Munson for the first time in 2 years. A lot happened in my last 2 years of high school. Junior year was the hardest year of high school and I nearly drowned in classwork if it hadn’t been for Eddie. I tried to push him away, but he didn’t go away. In fact, it made him stick by my side more than before because he thought that I was sad and he wanted to cheer me up. He tried so hard to make me see the light and even would spend nights at my house to make sure that I slept. Senior year was hard during the fall and a breeze in the spring. I was so focused on college that I neglected him and didn’t know until near the end of the year that he was sinking in sadness. I should be a grown-up and apologize for not talking for 2 years. It was all my fault for never reaching out. Eddie had given me a number he could be reached at and had cried when I was leaving. He obviously cared and I pushed him away. I’m the worst. When I got to college, I just didn’t want to talk to anyone and I pushed people away. Sure, I made a few friends, but we’ve never had deep conversations. They’re casual friends. I talked weekly with Dustin and my mom because they’re family, but I never shared everything I was thinking.

I pull up to Hawkins High and park. I turn on my music and I sit there waiting for Dustin.

After a few minutes, there is still no sign of Dustin.

I turn off my car and head inside the school. I walk to the room where Hellfire is and I look in the small window on the door. I notice them all still playing.

I open the door and I exclaim “I take it this campaign is still going, oh brother of mine?” Dustin turns, shrieks a little, and says “Y/N! Sh**! I’m sorry.” I reply “Don’t worry about it. Keep playing. I’ll read my book.” I meet Eddie’s eyes and he smiles. I can’t help but smile back. It’s one of the first times I’ve genuinely smiled recently.

I walk over to near Eddie’s throne and I sit on my chair that I sat on for years when we would hang out here. It resembles an unfinished throne because Eddie and I never got around to finishing it. I would always want to do homework and Eddie always wanted to talk.

I open my book and start reading. I love to get lost in other people’s stories because it makes me forget about my life and my thoughts. I get lost in my book and honestly, I forget where I am until I feel someone’s hand in my hair messing it up. I jump up from my seat and I see Eddie standing over me. I ask “Oh hi. I’m sorry. Um did the game end?” He places his hand on my shoulder and answers “Yeah. It did. Did you get lost in your book again?” I answer “I did. Where did my brother go?” I stand up and Eddie says “He’s packing stuff up with Mike over there. Look, can we... can we talk?” I hear Dustin yell “I’m ready to go Y/N!”

I turn to Eddie and say “Pick me up at 9. We can go to our hill to talk.” I turn to leave and Eddie grabs my arm. He asks “How do I know you won’t leave me again and this isn’t some lie?” That. That hurt. I answer “I’m sorry for not calling. We can talk later. I promise. If not, you know where to find me and can bang down the front door.” Eddie nods and lets me go.

In my car, I turn on the music and I start driving to Mike’s house.

After dropping off Mike, Dustin asks “Can I sit in the front seat?” I nod and he moves up front.

I start driving home.

Dustin asks “So what did you and Eddie talk about?” I answer “He saw I got lost in my book and told me the game ended. He also seemed sad that I never called him for 2 years.” He replies “I didn’t want to tell you I joined Hellfire because of it. He was excited to find out that I was related to you and even asked if you were dating anyone or had friends. He also asked about how you were and he said you weren’t happy the last 2 years of high school. I knew something was up, why didn’t you confide in me?” I answer “I just didn’t want to confide in anyone. I talked to a therapist about it and I’m trying to be better about it. Eddie... Eddie was the person I confided in when I went to high school. I don’t have that in college yet.” He replies “He would occasionally ask about you, but the more he did, the sadder he got. I always wondered why and I guess I know now. Look, sis, you can always talk to me. I’m here for you.” I reply “Thanks, Dustin. I don’t blame him for being upset. I wasn’t a good friend to him after I graduated. We haven’t talked since I left for college. I’m glad you’re happy in Hellfire and found a place to belong. I know that’s what Eddie always wanted for the club.” He asks “Were you in it?” I shake my head and answer “No. He could never convince a teacher to let us play in their room and we couldn’t become a real club with the two of us.” He asks “Was that a throne you were sitting in next to Eddie?” I answer “Yeah we never finished building it. It was supposed to be mine.” He replies “Eddie never lets anyone sit in it. He gets mad if anyone messes with it.” I half-smile and park at home. I get out and go to my room. I put together a bag for later. Eddie and I would meet at night at this hill that overlooked Hawkins. I would bring him food and he would bring a blanket for us to lay on + booze if it wasn’t a school night. I wouldn’t drink if it was the night before school or a big event. Sometimes I would even bake a batch of cookies and take a lot for us to snack on.

After family dinner, I put away all the food and make a separate container for Eddie. I also get a bag of cookies that I made last night.

Around 8:55, I walk outside and see Eddie’s van. I get into the passenger seat and Eddie starts driving.

Eddie exclaims “I didn’t think you’d come... god what is that heavenly smell? I can’t tell if it’s you or the food.” I playfully slap him and answer “I brought you dinner and cookies.” He replies “Thanks. I have the blanket and the booze... ya know, I never got why you brought me food every time.” I reply “You told me once how it was just you and your Uncle. You also said neither of you really cooked and one of your favorite meals to make was cereal. I also have been to your place and seen your fridge. I know you don’t eat a lot, Eddie.” He replies “Well uh thanks then.”

We drive in comfortable silence for the next 15 minutes until we get to our hill.

(Their hill is the one that Dustin sets his radio up on - as seen below)

We grab our stuff and hike up to the top.

Eddie spreads out the blanket and sits down. I take a seat next to him and hand him the dinner. He hands me a beer and I pop it open.

I exclaim “I’m sorry for being the worst friend for years. During junior and senior year, do you remember when you thought I was sad and I was trying to distance myself from you?” Eddie answers “Yeah. I thought you hated me or were ashamed to be my friend.” I reply “No no. I never hated you and I was never ashamed of you. I was drowning in classwork and overthinking college decisions. The only one who saw that was you. You made sure I slept and constantly tried to make me smile. Meanwhile, you were slipping away and I realized too late how unhappy you were. You and I only ever confided in each other, but at a time you needed me, I neglected you. When I went to college, I thought I would make friends and be so happy. I do like my classes and the campus, but my friends are just casual friends. I never confided in them. I started sinking and I even saw a therapist. She told me I needed to apologize to you and start confiding in people to start healing.” I notice Eddie has tears in his eyes and I continue “I don’t hate you, Eddie. I don’t think I ever could. I love you, Eddie Munson. I was never ashamed to be your friend and am not ashamed to be your friend now if you’ll have me back in your life.” He pulls me into a big hug and pulls me onto the ground on top of him.

Eddie exclaims “I love you, Y/N. I want you in my life as a friend and as something more.” I ask “Wait? Like a date?” He chuckles and answers “Yeah I want to take you on a date. I want to be your best friend that you can confide in and I want to be the boyfriend you can find happiness with.” I reply “Yeah I would like that too. I would like that very much.” He smiles and kisses me on the cheek. He holds out his pinky and exclaims “I need you to make a pinky promise.” I ask “What kind of pinky promise?” He pokes my cheek and laughs. He answers “I want you to promise not to leave me again. I missed you, Y/N. And you were right. I did need you the last couple of years and I had to get any info about you from your brother. It was getting embarrassing.” I laugh and wrap my pinky around his. I reply “I pinky promise I won’t leave you, Eddie. I think it’s really cute that you asked about me, especially to my brother.” He asks “Oh you think that was cute? Want to know what else is cute?” He moves his lips to hover over mine and I say “You can kiss me. You have my consent.” He smirks and closes the gap between us.

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THANKS for reading!! I appreciate your support.

#stranger things imagines #stranger things series #stranger things eddie #eddie munson

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approximateknowledge · 9 months

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im currently working on what might just be my most rambly and nerdy post to date so umm

thanks in advance for everyone willing to read through my ultra-rant

also apologies in advance

coming soon (tm)

#it's about eusocial societies that aren't hiveminds #i think you can see where this goes #ak goes insane #or is about to that is

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grimmywrites · 10 months

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10 Things About Me

I was tagged by the talented @patiently-burning. I’m happy to welcome you to the Ghostsoap brainrot, especially with @valiants amazing art. My favorite Ghostsoap artist! Their work makes me feral; I’d kill for them -- or at least write for them. Below for random facts about me!

1.) I double majored in Archaeology and Creative Writing in college. I idolized Lara Croft and Indiana Jones and then, luckily, fell in love with the *actual* science of archaeology and Roman history so I’ve managed to stick with it. 2.) I’ve lived on and off in Italy (semesters where I taught abroad) since 2017; and a couple times before that for my own study abroad program and archaeological digs/dives. 3.) I’m a runner! I usually run an hour, but sometimes I run up to 9 miles a morning not only to stay in shape but as meditation. I listen to audiobooks while I do it!

4.) I worked as a dog bather for a couple years to get money to go to grad school and then in a dog ‘boutique’ because I love dogs so much. I love all animals, dogs just happen to be my favorite.

5.) I’m a huge Resident Evil fan. I’ve been playing the games since they first came out (I was a little kid and had no clue what I was doing lol). I can literally rant on and on about the lore and timeline; og re4 and re2 are the best but I love the remakes and all the new fans!

6.) I’ve been published for scholarly writing, but it’s my dream to write fiction, primarily historical fiction.

7.) I’m an oddball who likes nerdy things *and* sports - I played varsity softball in high school and I’m still on an adult co rec team!

8.) I stopped writing fanfiction for a couple years while working on my thesis for grad school. I started writing again for Nellis because I reread some of my old stuff and wondered why I ever stopped with these characters. Writing them feels like slipping on my most comfortable shoes or a favorite shirt. After I read that stuff I got metaphorically slapped upside the head with the idea for Retread (the ending in particular)... and let’s just say it’s grown a lot from what I had envisioned; but I’m a gardener writer, so that makes sense.

9.) Besides RE, my favorite game in the world is an obscure RPG called Shadow Hearts. It’s a Lovecraftian horror game set in China and Europe just before WW1 breaks out - it deals with horror, the occult, and some zany characters. I cry every time I play it and its sequel (Shadow Hearts: Covenant). Most people like the second game better, but I find the first one to be creepier, have better music, and the characters are more interesting. The sequel IS a good game, though.

10.) I secretly wish I had more time! I often feel guilty because I’m more of a writer in fandom than a reader because I’m so busy with life smacking me every which way. I also wish I could output more, but alas, we can only do our best, right?

Thanks so much for tagging me! I’m not apologizing for the love of Soap or Ghost. That was a well written campaign! I’m going to tag more than one person: @peculiarreality-main and @ohlookapan!

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steflionheart · 1 year

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who said I knew what I was doin'?! O.o

Heya! My name's Stef and here's some info about me :3

find all links to my other social media accounts on my carrd (✧u✧)

general info

writer (sfw ✔ + nsfw 🔞) -> this should go without saying but beware of nfsw + pls dni if you're a minor or if it's not your cup-o-tea!

ger/eng/pt

she/her

lvl 30+

I sometimes also do art but like... once in a blue moon (icon is my own creation)

certified overthinker™️

depressed + stressed + constantly tired

what I enjoy

gaming

manga + manhwa

anime

cars

lots of other good and nerdy stuff

>>>>>>>>>>>> •• ♦ •• <<<<<<<<<<<<

I'm a multifaceted and therefore very jumpy person, so I can switch from one thing to the next in the blink of an eye.

So basically, you're entering a world of chaos! You've been warned xD

I'm into a loooot of different fandoms, a multishipper, often fall head over heels for rarepairs and/or controversial ships, and my oc's are on my mind 24/7, so I might also shove them into your faces whenever a brainfart comes up

(つ >ω●)つ

I mostly keep my ramblings, idea sharing, random brainfarts, ranting, venting, and irl stuff on my second blog @steframbles

All in all, I'm a very chill person who doesn't judge, offers a safe space, and loves to talk about my fav ships, ideas, and headcanons. So, don't hesitate to reach out, I'd love to have a chat!

I love to indulge in nice things, to simply look at beautiful art, read interesting quotes, headcanons, fics, and all the stuff that makes my brain go

o(^∀^o) \(^∀^)/ (o^∀^)o

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Please keep in mind:

English isn't my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

I won't accept any mean or disrespectful behavior nor discourse and will block if needed.

Same goes for you though; if you don't like anything I share or reblog, please simply leave again and feel free to block me (-‿◦)v

We are switches in this house! Which means; I mostly don't have preferences in this topic. It's more fun to switch things up if you ask me ;)

#introduction #this is me #steflionheart

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