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side-shawty · 3 years

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Burn XVI (Stark!Reader)

XVI: Standing on the Sun

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Type: series

Prompt/Summary: True love comes in many forms.

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Stark!reader, Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Three weeks later and things were better. You had gone back to New York with the team just in time for Peter’s graduation. Even though the whole team wanted to be there Peter decided that he didn’t need a spectacle and in the end, his girlfriend and mentor would be the only ones attending while the rest set up for a surprise party later.

Girlfriend. You couldn’t get over how nice that sounded. As you stood in front of the mirror in Peter’s favorite multicolored sundress you smiled.

It was off the shoulder hugged your body perfectly and ended just above your knee in a ruffled hem. You left your makeup light on account of the heat and pulled your hair back in a curly bun with a few curls framing your face and your edges expertly laid.

You absentmindedly brushed the scar on the back of your neck. It brought back all kinds of horrors that you had to push aside. That was something for therapy.

As you were spritzing perfume on yourself there was a knock at your door.

“Y/N you ready? Car’s running,” your dad called from the other side of the door.

“Yeah,” you replied and opened the door to face your father dressed neatly in a blue button-down, pants, sneakers, and his signature glasses, “Handsome,” you told him simply hooking your arm around his and beginning to walk down the hall towards the elevators.

“Beautiful,” he replied and you reached the entrance in no time, the doors open and waiting.

You got to Peter’s school in no time having left early enough to evade the worst of the traffic. The ceremony itself was swift, the graduating class was small but to your surprise, as you and your father were waiting with the other families outside for the graduates you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

Confused, you turned around only to be met with the beaming smile of your favorite Princess.

“Shuri?!” You asked incredulously.

“Y/N! I’ve missed you how are you?” She asked pulling you into a hug which you gratefully accepted.

“I’m good! What are you doing here?” You asked pulling back, still a little shocked.

“Well, it just so happens that someone I am seeing is graduating today as well,” she smiled and wiggled her eyebrows at you.

You tilted your head in question but before she could answer you heard her name being called. You both turned around at the sound to see MJ practically running towards her.

Shuri opened her arms and instead of a hug, MJ planted a sweet kiss on her lips.

You were shocked, you put your hands on your hips and glared playfully as they pulled away.

“So neither of you were planning to tell me about this?” You questioned and they just smiled at you, threading their hands together.

“Oh you would’ve figured it out at the party later,” Shuri giggled, leaning into MJ’s side. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your excited smile.

“I think it’s sweet, you guys are a great match,” Tony spoke up, smiling at the two young ladies

“Thanks, Stark,” Shuri said and MJ nodded in agreement, she’d never admit it but the man still made her nervous.

“Shuri, my mom wants us to take pictures before we leave,” MJ said and her girlfriend nodded.

“No problem, see you guys at the party later,” Shuri spoke.

“Bye guys,” MJ waved and they both walked away, giddy as ever.

You and your father both waved back.

“Wow they’re so cute together,” you told him and he hummed in agreement. “Speaking of cute, where is my boyfriend?”

“Gross Y/N,” he replied but began looking around regardless.

“Found him, Hap and May got to him first,” he said pointing to the trio.

The excitement you felt just from seeing the back of his head was almost too much, you practically sprinted and threw your arms around him. He jumped slightly at the contact as you pressed yourself against his back.

“Congratulations Peter!” He turned around in your arms and smiled down at you.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he beamed and cupped your face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Hey, don’t hog the graduate,” Your father complained and you rolled your eyes before releasing him.

Your father was quick to give Peter a hug as he walked up to him, “Congrats kid. Allow me to be the first—”

May cleared her throat.

“Second,” Tony tried again.

Happy silently shook his head in response.

“Fine third you a graduation present,” he finally finished.

With that, he fished a set of keys out from his pocket and handed them to Peter.

“Is this...” Peter began but was slightly stunned into silence.

“Yup, the Spyder with a few Stark modifications, enjoy it,” he smiled.

“Wow, thank you so much, Mr. Stark,” Peter gave your father another big hug which also knocked the man over.

“Wanna take it for a test drive?” You offered.

Peter nodded excitedly and you handed your own keys over to Tony before taking your boyfriend's hand.

“We’ll meet you guys at the tower!” You called over your shoulder as you waved goodbye to the group.

When you were both out of earshot May spoke absentmindedly to the two men.

“I can’t wait to plan their wedding,” she smiled.

Tony rubbed at his eyes.

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When you got to the car Peter was quick to open the door for you and then toss his cap and gown in the trunk before slipping into the driver's seat.

“I think this might be too nice for me, Y/N” he spoke, taking in all the upgrades and sheer beauty of it.

“Please, you deserve this and so much more,” smiled taking his hand, prompting him to look in your eyes and smile back.

He took the hand that was on the steering wheel and expertly avoided your low bun to place his hand on the back of your neck to bring you in for a slow, loving kiss.

Once again you thought about how much you loved him, how perfect everything felt when you were together. It was like every single star is the sky aligned just to shine on the two of you.

Just before things get too heated you place your hand on his chest and push him back slightly, resting your forehead on his.

“As much as I’d love to christen your new car, we should get back to the tower. No reason to keep them waiting,” you smirked.

Peter gave a dramatic sigh and sat back in his seat, “Fine~ I guess this is what I get for having the girl everybody wants,” he said starting the car.

“But don’t forget she only has eyes for you,” you have the back of his hand a kiss as he pulled out of the lot.

“And I for her,” he smiled.

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Once the two of you got back to the tower you had to try you best to force Peter to avoid looking for the others. Nat had texted you on the way that they weren’t quite done with everything and you were tasked with distracting him.

And distract him you did.

Under the guise of your feet hurting from hours spent in the low heels, you were wearing. Peter looked skeptical but followed you to your room to grab a pair of slides nonetheless. Only, he questioned you further when you had him walk in first and then you locked the door behind yourself.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” He asked, but still kicked off his own shoes before relaxing on the giant bean bag chair beside the bed.

You turned around slowly, keeping your hands behind your back as you leaned against the door kicking off your heels and staring at him. Gosh, everything about him is perfect, you thought. He tilted his head to the side and you walked to him slowly. When you reached arm's length he sat up slightly and held your hips and smiled up at you.

“What is it, babe?”

You carded one hand through his hair and leaned down to capture his lips in a short kiss. Your words were a whisper against his lips.

“You’re so pretty.” Without a second's hesitation, Peter was laughing at your omission. It took no effort for him to pull you down onto him, across his lap. You let out your own giggle at his antics.

“All these theatrics because you think I’m pretty?” The skepticism was back in his voice and it made you roll your eyes.

“Is it such a crime to think my boyfriend is pretty?” You pouted.

“No, as long as you don’t forget how gorgeous you are.” Peter looked you up and down .”Especially in this dress. Do you know how hard it was to hold back when I saw you wearing this in the bleachers?”

“I was hoping you’d like it,” you grinned.

“Like it? I absolutely love it.” As if to prove this point he left a trail of kisses from shoulder to shoulder before going up your neck and leaving several more in his wake. It wasn’t long before his lips found your own and you were sharing a passionate kiss.

Your arms locked around his neck, fingers slipping through his hair again and tugging slightly even so often. Meanwhile, Peter had one hand locked around your waist, keeping him firmly against him while the other trailed slowly up your back. You could feel him beginning to tug at your zipper when a knock interrupted. The two of you halted. Breathing heavily as whoever it was stood outside silently for a few seconds.

“Yeah?” You called, almost breathless.

“We’re about to eat if you guys wanna, y’know join us,” Natasha spoke and from her tone, you could tell you were in trouble.

You glanced at Peter and the two of you shared a silent laugh.

“We’ll be right there!”

——

After straightening yourselves out and slipping on spare slides and sneakers, respectfully you grabbed Peter’s hand and led him towards the elevator.

“We’re not eating here?” He asked.

“Oh, we are.” You replied and hit the button for the roof as you got it.

“Y/N what are we—“

You pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh, all will be revealed, my love.” Peter only rolled his eyes before licking your finger and you recoiled.

“Gross!” You exclaimed

“Oh really? Well just wait until—“ But his words were cut off once again as the elevator reached its destination.

A shout of “Surprise!” Rang out from everyone on the rooftop which had been decorated with the utmost care as a ‘Congratulations Peter’ banner hovered over the crowd in red and blue. Everyone was there, all the Avengers, MJ and Ned, Strange and even Shuri. The genuine look of surprise and joy on Peter’s face was enough to have you praying that DUM-E was actually recording like you told it to. If not, it was going to be the new jungle gym for an elementary school.

As Peter gave his greets and thanks to his guests you drifted over towards your mom who was holding a sleeping Morgan in her arms.

“You two look happy,” She smiled.

You couldn’t help the grin that took over your features. “We are, we really really are.”

Pepper took a sip of her drink. “I hope you’re using protection, Morgan and I are a little too young to be grandma and niece.” You sputtered at that, grateful that you didn't have a drink in your hand.

“Mom please.”

“I’m just saying. Maybe next time,” she gestured to her own neck, “cover-up.” She winked.

You gasped and coved your neck quick as lightning, “I’m gonna kill him.”

“Here’s your chance.” She winked before walking off under the guise of wanting to put your sister down.

You felt Peter before you saw him, an arm wrapped around your waist and his lips kissed your temple. You wanted to be annoyed but you leaned in on instinct instead.

“I’m gonna kill you, Parker,” you spoke but your threat was weak.

“Whoa, and here I was about to thank you for this wonderful surprise,” he pouted, moving in front of you and placing both hands on your waist. The two of you were near the edge of the roof while the others were towards the center giving you a feeling of pseudo privacy.

“Well you’re welcome but our entrance would have been much better if it wasn’t for this.” You pointed accusingly at your neck and he squinted. You swatted at his chest at his antics.

“Ah, what? It’s really not that bad,” He leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “I could have done a lot more damage.”

You shivered even though at sunset it was still almost eighty degrees, Peter wasn’t playing fair and he knew it.

You whispered back. “Well, maybe next time you do it so I can enjoy I.” To accentuate your point you left a kiss just below his ear, heating your body up just enough to get a reaction out of him.

Peter groaned and his grip on your waist tightened as he placed his forehead against yours and smiled.

“I will. But seriously, thank you for all of this. I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend,” his voice was still quiet, like it was a secret just between the two of you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Have I told you how much I love hearing you call me that?”

“Well how about I change that?”

You were confused as Peter removed one hand to fish around in his pocket. He took a hand step back from you and you let your arms fall back to your sides. He finally pulled out a blue velvet box and slowly opened the lid. You were met with a beautiful platinum ring with a gemstone — your birthstone — nestled beside Peter’s birthstone, peridot. You could feel the tears welling in your eyes.

“Peter is this…?”

“It’s not a formal engagement but it is most certainly a promise. We’ve been through a lot these last few years and I realized that the reason I got through any of it was you by my side. And when we’re ready I want to make this an engagement ring.” He explained and there was so much emotion in his eyes you wondered if he would cry too. “So what do you say?” “I love it, god, I love you,” You spoke and that was enough for him to push the box back in his pocket and place the ring on your finger. It was a perfect fit and you couldn’t help but stare at it for a few moments before you looked back at the love of your life.

“I love you too, Y/N. More than you know.” And with that, he pulled you into a loving kiss that probably would have gone on for too long if it wasn’t for the cheers and shouts behind you.

You turned around and hugged Peter around the middle, the two of you laughed at your friends and family together and you couldn't help be bask in this feeling of love and peace.

With Peter by your side, you knew anything was possible.

THE END.

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THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE!!! Whether you stuck around or not I am genuinely grateful and I hope you all enjoyed it!!

Much Love - Duckie

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starrybbarnes · 4 years

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brewing romance | [b.b]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: bucky sucks at flirting, and Steve is trying to give pointers on how to hang out with you. and idea brews, quite literally, and bucky takes the chance

Word Count: 3.1k+ (it’s long as hell)

Author’s note: this has been in a draft for so long. but inspiration struck, and i was able to finish it. this one story is inspired by the song love potion no 9, so you’ll see some allusions to it. of course, i hope you guys enjoy the story, and please leave any feedback !

Warnings: lots of hollering, steve making a fool of himself, sam making a fool of himself. you’ll see.

“Man, you gotta stop staring, your drool is gonna ruin the table!”

“Your face is ruining the table.”

“Just ask the girl already, Buck, you aren’t helping anyone here.”

Steve had a point. Ever since you joined the team, Bucky was left in awe. By your looks, your generosity, your compassion. He was absolutely in love with you.

But Bucky has made several attempts to capture your attention. And every time he does, he either freezes or there’s an externality that throws him off.

Whether it be untied shoelaces, a criminal on the loose, or Peter begging you to be his karaoke buddy, something was always in Bucky’s way.

And if he did get a chance to capture your attention, he would always freeze. Everyone thought T’Challa was bad when it came to freezing up, but Bucky easily beats him 3 times over.

“I can’t, Steve,” Bucky sighed, setting his mug on the kitchen island, “I just don’t have that charm anymore.”

“What are you talking about, you always find a way to charm those waitresses or receptionists whenever we go out,” Steve interjected.

“Yeah, well, that’s because I don’t know them,” Bucky explained, “I don’t really put myself on the line with those dames.”

Steve hummed in response. He wanted to help out his buddy, and he knows how much Bucky cares for you.

“I know this might sound crazy man, but I think you should get a potion to make you suaver,” Steve suggested.

“What are you even talking about,” Bucky responded.

“You know, those love potions like in the old days!” Steve explained, “we’ll just grab a recipe from online and brew something up.”

“This is probably one of the dumbest ideas you’ve ever concocted,” Bucky jokes, earning a snort from Steve, “but I’m open to the idea.”

“You guys really have no perception of potions, do you?”

Suddenly, Wanda walked into the kitchen, eyebrows raised and with a slightly amused look.

“And what would you know about love, Wanda?” Steve inquired.

“... you do realize who you’re talking to.” Wanda said with certainty, “I may not know about love, but I do know someone who can manifest charm.”

Steve and Bucky looked at each other, and then back at Wanda. It is an offer that no one can give up, and if it happens to be true, then the Winter Soldier might be in luck.

“Who is this ‘person of manifestation,’ and how can we trust them?” Bucky asked with concern.

“Lucky for you, this ‘person’ happens to be my great cousin, Phoebe!” Wanda exclaimed, “she’s an absolute whiz at this stuff.”

Bucky sighed, “I don’t know, Wanda, is it really the real deal?”

“Trust me, Buck, she has the experience and is trusted by all her clients,” Wanda reassured.

“Where is it located anyway?” Steve chimed in, “do we have to go halfway around the world to book an appointment with her?

Wanda chuckled, “Nope, but we do have to go to Lower Manhattan.”

。。

The trio stood in front of a brick building with grey columns as a facade, and it looked quaint. Bucky was at an unease at the building’s exterior, a sign with The Cauldron in bold black letters being the only things decorating the outside.

“I think this is a mistake,” Bucky spoke up as he turned on his heel to get back into the car.

“Oh no you don’t,” Wanda replied, grabbing Bucky by the forearm and dragging him to the entrance.

“You sure we’re at the right place, Wanda” Steve asked, “‘cause this place is lookin’ real suspicious if you asked me.”

“Relax, boys,” Wanda announced, “we’re in good hands.”

The door opened to a little bell chiming against the handle. From ceiling to floor, the place was filled with plants, books, and bottles coming in every color imaginable.

In the center, there was an island table, with a sink and a couple of books splayed open. A soft scent of rose and jasmine permeated the building. A cat and a dog were napping besides in the far right corner, without a care in the world.

Bucky began getting cold feet at the thought of the potion. Would this really help win over your heart? Would he change at all if he went on with it? And more importantly, would Sam keep giving him shit for having a crush on you?

As more thoughts began to flood Bucky’s mind, a bright and chipper voice greeted the trio. A young woman, no taller than 5’5”, came out from the back, wearing some plaid pants and a denim jacket. The simplest outfit a witch could wear.

From the look of Bucky’s face, Phoebe could tell he seemed confused. “Not your typical witch, eh?”

“Those storybooks tell me otherwise,” Bucky jokes, earning laughs from everyone. He then introduced himself to Phoebe, who only would reciprocate in charm.

The trio sat on the big table, with Phoebe center stage. She brought out a handful of beakers and flasks and placed them on the table.

“So, how can I be of service?”

“Well... “ Steve started, “a good old friend can’t seem to charm the ladies...”

“Oh brother...” Wanda sighed.

Phoebe tried suppressing a smile, “ah, someone’s got cold feet, I see?”

Bucky could not be more embarrassed. It’s hard to adjust when you’re a centurion. A centurion with a crush, more specifically. He had a huge crush on you and, well, he sucks at flirting.

He explained his plight with Phoebe, and she intently listened. After assessing what Bucky said, Phoebe asked him to extend his palms out.

“What you need is love potion number nine,” Phoebe answered as she made magic signs against Bucky’s palms, “don’t worry, it’s very effective and not that hard to make.”

Phoebe turned to face her cupboard and brought out a dark liquid and some herbs. As she opened the dark liquid, the room began to smell very strongly of floor cleaner, and Bucky looked terrified.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Bucky huffed, as Steve was dramatically coughing at the smell.

Phoebe grabs the liquid and pours some into the mini cauldron on the table. She then puts the rose, the rosemary, and some lemon into the vile concoction. Little spurts of gas rose from the cauldron, and Bucky swore he heard some cackling coming from it.

Phoebe once again waved her arms and made some hand motions, and a flash blinded the team momentarily. The gas subsided, and Phoebe took out a ladle from her drawers.

She pours the dark liquid into a small clear glass, and by the looks of it, it’s as dark as the night sky. She hands Bucky the glass, and tells him to quickly drink it.

Bucky stares down the glass for what seemed like an eternity. “This stuff can wear off, right?”

Phoebe reassured him that he’ll be alright, “should anything go awry, I’m just a phone call away.”

The concoction was taunting him, some grime started floating to the top of the glass, and almost started making a face at him. For love, you’ll do anything, Bucky thought to himself… right?

Steve sensed his friend’s concern, and offered to take a sip with him. Phoebe served him up a glass as well, and the boys looked at each other.

“How ‘bout it, Buck?” Steve encouraged, “To romance!”

Bucky sighed as he brought his glass up to Steve’s, “one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and here we go…”

The two boys drank the elixir, and Wanda looked on with nervousness. Phoebe seemed like she was having a good time, and congratulated the boys for tag-teaming it. She offered them water to get rid of the aftertaste, and Bucky could not be more grateful.

“Now, for some, it’ll start working in about twenty minutes,” Phoebe started as she started putting the leftovers, save for one small bottle for the guys to take home. “Don’t freak out if it doesn’t start working right away, you’ll know when it’ll start.”

“If you guys really want a speedier reaction time, I’m giving you two extra doses: one for each other. But take heed: it’ll really hit with just once. Wands, I suggest just takin’ ‘em home right now, just to avoid any trouble.”

Wanda nodded approvingly, “boys: let’s go. Who knows what's in store.”

As the trio gets up to leave, Bucky is frantically trying to pull out his wallet, dumping out any cash that he has on hand. He has about 32 dollars and a punch card for his favorite burger place.

“There’s no need for that Buck,” Phoebe argued, giving his money back, “A friend of my cousin is always welcomed here! If you insist, put it in that jar over there where I collect tips for charities.”

Bucky smiled as the trio walked away, “Thanks, Phoebe! We’ll update you if anything happens.”

Phoebe waved back, “if you happen to get married to this young lady, please invite me to the wedding! I’ll take any credit where it’s due.”

And with that, Bucky and Steve roared with laughter as Wanda closed the door behind them.

。。

The trip back to the tower was uneventful, as the only thing Bucky did was to stop and admire a candy shop that was by the tower. Other than that, no effects so far.

The elevator opened to reveal the next of the team lounging around. Some were eating, others were chatting. Bucky’s eyes trailed over to you, where you were seated on the living room floor, writing stuff down on a notebook on the coffee table.

Before Bucky could walk towards you, Steve called out for Natasha. Natasha responds, asking what’s up.

“I don’t know, just wanted to say you look nice today,” Steve said nonchalantly, then added, “by the way, great job on today’s presentation. Very solid work.”

“Alright old man, cough it up,” Nat countered, “what are you scheming this time around?”

Steve puts his arms up in defense, “I just want to compliment my friends on all their hard work that they’ve been doing. In fact, I’m going to go around the room and personally compliment everyone.”

Bucky watches the scene unfold: one by one, Steve walks up to every Avenger and gives them two compliments, whether it be on looks or anything Steve deems “honorable.” When Steve walks up to you he exclaims: “Oh, y/n! What a wonderful young woman. You are so smart and intelligent, you’re gonna far, that I know of.”

You couldn’t stop laughing at this newfound side of Steve. He must’ve gotten back from a date, because it has been a while since he’s been this giddy. Everyone’s confused at what’s happening, but are appreciative of Steve’s kind words.

Once again, you and Bucky lock eyes and you start smiling. Bucky gave himself a little pep talk before he cooly walked towards you. Bucky leaves the little bottle of the love potion on the kitchen island and then proceeds to walk.

You scooted over to make room for Bucky on the floor, and he brushed his hand against yours while he got himself situated. Intentional or not, but it did make your cheeks flare-up.

“So what brings you over here?” you asked, as you continued to work on your notebook.

“Nothing really,” Bucky replied with all honesty, “I just wanted to see you working, it’s soothing, if I’m being frank.”

Bucky flashed a small smile and you reciprocated. “It’s nothing too crazy, Buck. But I’m glad you enjoy my company. In fact, I too also enjoy your company. How about that?

Bucky was really happy at how things were going between the two of you, that he outwardly forgot about the potion he drank. He didn’t feel any change, except for the fact that he wanted to hang out with you. He just feels… a little bit more confident.

An hour had passed, and in that time you and Bucky had resorted to playing tic-tac-toe, hangman, and even teach Bucky some calligraphy. This couldn’t be classified as a date, but Bucky is enjoying the moment anyway. You and Bucky had decided to move to the kitchen island, where you had made him a cup of tea.

Then, in comes Sam bursting into the large room, with Steve slowly tagging behind. They must’ve gone to play basketball outside, as they were heaving and glistening with sweat. Sam was creating a loud ruckus, talking about how Steve cheated, and there should be a rematch.

Bucky started to zone out Sam’s blabbering and gave his attention to you. Right now, you were trying to draw Bucky, to no avail. It looked like a chunky stick figure with outlandish hair. Bucky complimented you on how the sketch should go to the Met, earning a laugh from you.

Suddenly, Sam eyes the glass bottle on the island. “Oh sweet! Beet juice: a nice refresher after working out.”

Bucky hummed in response, eyes glued on the paper that you had. It wasn’t until Sam made a loud aahh sound, and then proceeded to say, “that juice must've expired, ‘cause it smelled like floor cleaner.”

Steve and Bucky whipped their heads to each other, eyes wide in surprise. Oh no, Sam drank the concoction. You saw the look of concern on both the super-soldiers’ faces, and you’re trying to think of any possible outcome.

Steve scrambles to Wanda, and tells her what happens. She shoots up from her seat and goes over to where you and Bucky are seated. She orders Steve to keep an eye on Sam while dialing Phoebe.

“Is everything okay, Buck?” you asked with such innocence. You really don’t know what’s going on, and a part of you doesn’t want to know.

Bucky reassures you that everything is going to be okay… probably. Truthfully, he didn’t know, but he didn’t want to frighten you.

Steve comes running back into the kitchen and pants out, “it’s bad… he’s talking to all the ladies… couldn’t catch up… but Thor is after him…”

Wanda yelled at Steve for leaving behind Sam, and then her attention went to the phone. It was Phoebe, and she was on speakerphone:

Wanda, you didn’t tell me that I was dealing with super-soldiers! I gave them both regular-sized doses, and that’s why they didn’t feel anything…. And you’re telling me Sam chugged the bottle?! Jesus, what are we gonna do. I’m on my way! I’m gonna be using magic to get there, so don’t get alarmed. And whatever you do: don’t leave Sam out of sight.

As Wanda and Phoebe kept raising their voices at each other through the phone, your head was spinning as to why there was mention of doses and potions. You turned to Bucky, who still looked mortified at the situation at hand.

“Mind telling me what’s all the hubbub, James?” you proposed.

“It was Steve’s idea!” Bucky retorted. It was time to come clean, and start the healing process, stat. “Steve told me I should do something about my crush on you. But I was too scared to initiate anything because you’re so pretty and amazing… And then Wanda’s cousin Phoebe gave us a love potion but it didn’t work on us. It did make Steve super complimentary to everyone, and I just got super nervous, but that’s it. But it did work on Sam.”

You blinked at what Bucky just said. It was… a lot. You didn’t know where to start when it came to this newfound news. Then you started to laugh.

“Oh, James,” you sighed, earning another blush from Bucky, “I’m glad you tried to take some type of initiative to talk to me, but I didn’t know you had a little pick-me-up. But since you said it didn’t work on you and hardly on Steve… then how did you muster up the courage to talk to me?”

You got Bucky there. He was stumped, and started pondering. “I guess by my own accord? If a potion wasn’t gonna work, then I guess it was time for me to make a move. Hopefully, it worked?”

Your smile towards Bucky says it all. You nodded and then went up to his cheek and planted a kiss. “Next time, just strike up a conversation, Buck. I mean, look at what we accomplished today.”

Bucky nodded in agreement, and as soon as he was going to go in for another kiss, Wanda burst in.

“You gotta come check this out, quick!”

Sure enough, you and Bucky raced to the lobby, and basked in the sight in front of them.

There was Sam, chatting up every girl he sees. He was kissing everything in sight and was endlessly flirting. Sam made eye contact with you and quickly ran up to you and planted the wettest kiss you’ve had in a very long time. “When you’re no longer busy with Tin Man tonight, give me a call, sugar.”

You couldn’t stop cracking up at Sam’s antics. The whole team was stunned at what Sam was doing, all while Phoebe was trying to cast a spell to stop the chaos. Phoebe was fast, but Sam drunk on a love potion was much, much faster.

“Guess I saved myself on that one, eh Doll,” Bucky offered, earning a snicker out of you.

“You may be right, but I would’ve given you a big wet kiss if you asked,” you responded while cackling. Bucky joined in the laughter, happy that he was still able to have that spark with his girl, potion or not.

As you leaned closer to Bucky, you saw Sam run up to a cop outside the building and saw him give him a full kiss on the lips. The cop got enraged and called his other buddy and started handcuffing Sam. At that moment, Phoebe used a spell to wear off the potion, and sure enough, Sam slowly started to calm down.

At his new state, Sam’s eyes widen. “Steve! Barnes! What the hell did you do to me! What the fuck was in that beet juice!”

Bucky cackled, “oh you know, a love potion. Nothing too crazy.”

Sam started shouting obscenities at the boys, while he was being escorted back up the tower, presumably now under house arrest.

“When I get outta house arrest, I’m gonna put that potion where your mouth is!”

“Have fun with that, lover boy!” Bucky called out, as you couldn’t control your laughter. “Now, where were we?”

“Staring into each other’s eyes, I assume,” you answered, as Bucky grabbed a hold of your hand.

Bucky smiled at your response, “that sounds like a wonderful activity to resume, y/n. Ah, but don’t worry, there is no potion in my system anymore.”

“I hope so,” you warned, “otherwise you’re gonna get an earful again.”

You and Bucky shared a laugh, the first of many while observing Sam’s chaotic energy.

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My Knight, My Savior, My Herald

Alright, so @waiting4inspiration NEEDED this. Some sweet Herald Finehair to the rescue. Is it incredibly indulgant? Yes. Is it romantic? Yes. I wanted this to be nice and sweet and most of all, COMFORTING but not intrusive. If she wants a part two, I can include sexy times if she wants them. But this first part is just soft and sweet yet casually intimate. I tried to leave this vague as far as the food and presents go (which is incredibly hard for me) and tried to leave things as ‘your favorite’ so you can impose what you like into it. The only thing I specified was a fruit tart and chocolate covered strawberries. Sorry it took so long, I spent an equal amount of time writing it as I did scouring pintrist for THE PERFECT PICTURES. Only the best for you Dearest.

You walked out, to be met by the sight of Harald waiting by his car with flowers and a smile on his handsome face.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Here as your knight in shining armor on my valiant steed here to take you to my tower of solace.” He answered in an over dramatic way that had you snickering a laugh as he handed you the flowers before hugging you tight and his hug felt like coming to a warm and loving home. There was warmth, comfort, love, care and happiness here. Where you felt welcome and at peace and he let you hold him for as long as you needed.

“Are you going to be alright y/n?” He asked, his words muffled by your clothes and hair since his face was buried into the crux of your shoulder.

“Now I am.” You answered, confident that now you were together again, you would be.

“Come on, I got a surprise for you.” He revealed when you pulled apart.

He opened the passenger door for you as you slid into the leather interiors. The car was clean and fresh but you smelled food, like groceries- kind of food before you turned around to see paper bags full of groceries in the back seat as Harald went around the car and got in himself.

“So is the surprise dinner?” You asked as you gestured to the back seat as he started the car.

“Part of it.” He grinned as he looked back over to you. There was a mischievousness to the curve of that smirk. Normally it would give you just a touch of fear. But over time you’ve learned to trust it because there was never any maliciousness or any harm, intended or unintended with that. He was a hopeless romantic and he believed in big romantic gestures and being spontaneous. And now was one of those times.

He reached down and took your hand before he kissed the back of it sweetly before he focused on driving.

He drove for what felt like at least an hour, maybe an hour and a half. He let you listen to whatever your heart desired music wise as the city turned into suburbs then to the country side, the roads getting narrower and narrower until it was just a back country road and the houses became fewer and fewer as lush fields turned into heavy forests.

The scents of late summer and early autumn were rich and heavy into the air as the air got cooler and cooler before he leaned forward, looking for something in particular.

“10105, 10110, 10115, 10120, ha, here we are- 10125.” He beamed as he pulled into the driveway, it was a long, winding gravel one through the trees where you saw squirrels and a bunny or two go for cover as you drove through and then a clearing….

Low and behold, the proverbial and exemplar cabin in the woods. But with a twist. There were solar panels on the roof, interrupted by skylights for the place, there was a lovely wrap around porch and a little garden on the side. It was so beautiful you wanted to cry.

“Do you like it?” Harald asked hopefully.

“I love it.” You professed.

“Good, I’m happy you love it. New home away from home for a while.” He revealed as he drove all the way up to the house and under the car park where you could see the back of the house where there was a hot tub on the back porch. Oooh, you were going to have fun in that later.

You got out of the car and tried to help bring in groceries at least.

“Oh no you don’t, I got this, the code for the door is your birthday, go check it out, I got this.” He urged you.

Before you turned and went to the code thing for the door and punched in your birthday, thinking it was really cool that he would set it to that before the door opened and revealed an exquisite interior. A gorgeous new kitchen and cozy if not slightly lavish and luxurious interiors but not so much so that you felt uncomfortable or that you couldn’t breathe for fear of messing it up as you simply let your heart lead you. You found the most cozy and inviting reading nook. Oh the stories you could read. Hell, the stories you could write from there. But this was about you filling your own cup before you could pour and give to anyone else.

Your hand felt along the plush throw blankets over the back of the couch as you walked past, the fireplace was begging for a fire and the large tv was also inviting you to watch it but, not now, maybe later. You followed your eyes up the sturdy stairs to the upstairs, a lavish upper bathroom with a tub of dreams, oh the baths you could enjoy. It was big enough for at least two people. Bathbomb needed.

And the bed. Oh God. Heaven help you. A king size bed, with a down comforter and super soft sateen sheets with all these pillows and you just rather unceremoniously flopped onto the bed face first.

It had some memory foam in some of the layers because you bounced a little before you just sunk in as your body laxed before you rolled over to your back. The bed smelled amazing, fresh and clean and looking up, oh, the biggest sky light ever right above the bed. Combined with the giant windows, you didn’t lack any natural light. You felt...at peace, free and comfortable. Like the rest of the world and all your problems were a million miles away and they could stay that way.

It wasn’t until you heard Harald doing something in the kitchen, a clank of pots and pans which brought your attention away from the bedroom of dreams to get back downstairs to see Harald surrounded by his ingredients and a few already on a cutting board, having already been sliced and chopped to the perfect sizes.

“Hey, so? How do you like the place?” He asked hopefully as he swirled some oil in the pan around.

“I love it, how did you find it?” You asked.

“Airbnb is amazing. It was close yet far enough for you to feel like you’re getting away without actually going too far away. And we still have all the comforts of home plus some. Did you see your present?” He asked.

“Wha...what present?” You frowned. “I thought this was the present.” You looked around.

“Well I mean yeah, but hang on, let me get this in the pan.” He urged you as he threw the diced items into the pan to hear them sizzle as the scents became enhanced from the heat before he turned the heat down so it wouldn’t burn and put a lid on it before he brought you back to the livingroom where a giant present was sitting on the couch with your name on it and you were so focused on the soft throw, you totally missed the present as you gasped in surprise and smiled so brightly.

“Yay! There’s a real smile.” He cheered before he kissed you sweetly.

“Open it,” he urged you before you sat next to it on the couch.

You ripped that wrapping paper to shreds trying to get inside and you squealed with joy. It was a pampering gift! Oh you had a couple of face masks, you had a body scrub, you had a trio of bath bombs, you had fancy lotions and little bottles of shampoo and conditioner and body wash and even a little thing of bath oil and a little moisturizer and face cleanser. And if that wasn’t enough, oh no, you had a new pair of super soft pajamas, with a new comfy robe and slippers too! The man knew you and knew exactly how to make you feel like a princess, if not a queen.

You were beyond happy.

“Thank you so much!” You thanked him as you threw your arms around him and hugged him tight.

“You’re welcome, y/n.” He chuckled as he hugged you tight.

“I gotta go finish cooking.” He said as he let go to return to the kitchen to finish preparing your dinner before he put what he needed to into a deep cooking dish and slipped it into the oven to bake for a while.

“So, we have a little time before dinner is ready, what did you want to do? You could start enjoying your gifts or there’s a trail in the back, we could walk it and see where it takes us.” He hinted as he nodded over his shoulder were you could see a trail as plain as day.

“I’m feeling a little adventurous.” You admitted before you took his hand and he led you to the back yard as you took the trail together since it was wide enough for that. You were so enchanted by the forest, it was rich and dense yet not so dense you could peer deeply into it. You could hear the birds sing their delightful songs and the breeze rustling the branches before they caressed your skin, keeping you cool and comfortable since the humidity was way down today. You just felt so at peace, just walking side by side with Harald before the trail brought you to another house, this one bigger with a barn with horses in the yard.

“Ok, time to turn back.” You urged him as you tugged him back towards the cabin.

“No it’s ok, these are the owners of the cabin, they have horses and the option to ride them was part of the deal. We’ve come this far, want to go a little farther? They have horse trails all over the woods, all you have to do is get on. The horses are very tame and sweet.” He invited.

“Really?” You asked as you stopped tugging before the horses seemed to notice you and neigh at you.

“Hey guys!” A woman greeted as she waived at you from her chicken’s yard since she was feeding them her trimmings from dinner before she came out and walked on over.

“I’m Ashley, the owner and operator of this ranch and the cabins, I take it you’re Harald Finehair, we talked on the phone, and you’re y/n.” She assumed judging by the trail that dumped out as you noticed others lead out from the farm. She must have had other cabins at the ends of those trails.

“Thinking about going for a ride?” She asked hopefully as Harald looked to you for that answer.

“Well we don’t want to trouble you.” You tried to dissuade them.

“Oh no trouble at all, these cheeky beggars need an excuse to get out.” She reassured you as the horses came closer to investigate. They did look really nice.

“Ok,” you caved before Harald and the owner walked towards the barn.

“How much experience do you have with riding horses? Harald already told me he has quite a bit of experience.” She inquired.

“Uh, some.” You answered before you told her of your experience.

“Well then I’ll put you on Casper, he sounds like he would be a good fit with you. Harald, I’m putting you on Duke.” She said before she walked you into the barn before she grabbed two haltars and two lead ropes and walked out into the main paddock where other horses were there, eating hay and drinking from the trough before she approached two particular horses and put the bridals on them and then the lead ropes before she led them back over to the gate and with Harald manning the gate, she got out and tied them to a post outside of two of the stalls. “Y/n, meet Casper, Harald, meet Duke.” She introduced before she went through the few kinds of saddles she had and what you preferred before Harald took a brush from a bucket and handed you one brush while he took the other as you brushed them down, the horses quite liking this part as Casper rubbed his face into your front.

“Oof, I like you too.” You chuckled as you brushed him down and just as you got done, Harald took your brush and handed you a hoof pick so you could clean out your horses hooves which you did. Casper was super good and picked up his feet for you as Harald did the same with Duke who was sniffing at Harald’s back pockets to see if he had any carrots or treats or anything in them.

“Hey, cheeky beggar, they don’t have treats.” Ashley got after Duke when she came back with Harald’s saddle and set it on the bar that rotated out from the wall next to the stall before she left again to get your saddle.

Harald was a natural around horses as he placed the saddle pad right where it needed to be just as Ashely came back and put your saddle and saddle pad on the rotating arm next to the stall and Harald had saddled his horse in no time before he came over to walk you through it again and no sooner had he cinched it that Taylor came back with the bridals.

This part you could do yourself so Harald could do his own before you led the horses out of the barn to a small stool to make mounting them easier.

“So how long do you want to ride for?” She asked.

“Uh, dinner should be done in about an hour so like half an hour or so?,” Harald answered.

“Well then you should take the Lake trail, and when you get to the fork, turn left, if you turn right, it’ll take you about two hours to get back and that’s too long.” She urged you.

“So at the fork turn left.” Harald repeated.

“Yup, you can’t miss it.” She insisted before she pointed you in the right direction.

Once on the trail, Harald took the lead and just let you walk, following him through the forest as your body adjusted to the rhythm of the horse walking at a comfortable pace. Grateful you weren’t getting chowed by mosquitoes or really any other kind of bug. You were just having a wonderful, romantic, charming ride in the woods. With Harald. The one person who knew you, knew all of you and loved you unconditionally, and not in spite of your flaws, but because of them. Who accepted you wholeheartedly, who would never betray you or your trust or confidence. You didn’t have to be strong or tough unless you wanted to be. You could be vulnerable and when you felt like you were about to collapse, he was there to fall into and carry you when you felt like you couldn’t go on much longer and you didn’t have to turn yourself into something you thought he would love, nope, as long as you were all of yourself, that’s all he wanted. You. And you had learned that if you just let him and give him the chance to try, he would take care of you in every way. And you needed this now more than ever and you appreciated having him in your life.

Sure enough you found a fork in the trail and turned left before the forest opened up to reveal a gorgeous private lake where there was already another couple in a row boat having a romantic afternoon themselves while two more horses were tied to the horse equivalent of a runner line for dogs, but for horses as the horses themselves were happily munching on the grass.

“Tomorrow?” Harald asked as he turned around and looked at you hopefully.

“Tomorrow.” You mirrored. A day on the lake sounded lovely actually.

The trail continued to wind and twist through the forest before it came back to an open field.

“Wanna run?” Herald asked.

Your answer was to click your teeth and gently tap your heels to Casper’s side and Casper got the hint that you wanted to go faster which he was all too happy to oblige you as you hung on and galaoped through the field with Harald, both of you laughing as Duke was not about to be surpassed and gave Casper a run for his money.

“And it’s a tie.” Harald laughed once you reached the end of the long field before you found another trail that would lead you back to the farm before you rode the horses back over to the barn and got off and led them back into the barn where they got their tack taken off before you brushed them again and cleaned their hooves before they were let back into the corral with the others before Harald took your hand and led you back to your private cabin.

The timing had been perfect, dinner was done, cooked perfectly and Harald opened up your drink of choice and poured it into the appropriate glass before serving you dinner. All the flavors were perfect, rich and divine and your portion was generous, filling you comfortably full but not overstuffed.

“There’s going to be a storm later tonight.” He mentioned as he ate his own dinner and checked the weather on his phone.

You slept really well through thunderstorms. That would be awesome.

After dinner and an array of desserts, from a your favorite cake, to a fruit tarte and chocolate covered strawberries, you coaxed him into the bathtub with you as you put in your most promising bath bomb as he settled in behind you in the hot waters and held you as you watched it melt and fizz, the heavenly aroma filling the bathroom as Haralds hands lovingly stroked your body, not in a sexual way perse but definitely in a comfortable intimacy way. LIke you were a priceless pearl or gem he was enjoying running his fingers over every facet and appreciating each one and how it made the jem itself shine and you couldn’t help but smile. So many little things that were his way of saying ‘I love you’ without saying a word.

You stayed in the tub till the water got luke warm and your fingers were pruney, you heard the first splatter of rain on the roof and by the time you had drained the tub and gotten dressed in your new pajamas, the storm had settled in. A few cracks of thunder and lightning and the down pour was splattering on the roof and relaxing you further as Harald dressed in a matching pajama set and a robe and slippers that were the masculine compliment to yours before you went back downstairs to start that fire in the living room as you sat on the couch and finally got that soft throw blanket to go over you and him as the fire roared to life, the sounds of the rain hitting the roof, the rumble of thunder that you could almost feel in your chest, the occasional flash of lighting, the heavy rains pounding the roof and the soft loving comfort of Harald’s arms as you cuddled together, watching the fire.

Soon enough you were practically falling asleep.

“Come on, you’ve had a big day, into bed with you.” He gently urged you as you sluggishly got off the couch and happily took his hand as he led you upstairs, helped you shed off your robe and slip into bed, the cool sheets were welcoming and looking up through the skylight, you could almost see the splattering of rain when the lightning crashed before Harald had you snuggle into his side.

And in no time, you drifted off the sleep, in your savior’s arms. Warm and perfectly comfortable.

#Modern Vikings au #harald finehair x reader #harald finehair imagine #something relatively short #but super sweet #comfort #no more hurt #just comfort damn it #Vikings #History Vikings #@waiting4inspiration #this is all for you Darling #because I love you #I got you #And this is as close to a hug as I can give you #So let your imagination do the hugging.#You're gonna be ok. You don't have to thrive #just survive #that's all you gotta do.

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Can you recommend non white and non American music?

Absolutely! I am so fucking excited to answer this ask, like u have no idea. I’m fucking thrilled. Some of these are american but all of these are bands of color or are fronted by people of color(I’m gonna italicize musicians that I know are lgbt also. just like. given my recent complaints)

Mashrou’ leila is a Lebanese rock band that has just like. god. the lyrics. I can’t believe I went so long in my life without knowing of them. Their songs are in Arabic, but the translations for most are very easy to find. My personal recs for songs by them to get you started are wajih, radio romance, and 3 minutes. I absolutely cannot recommend them highly enough.

Babymetal is a band that I recently started getting into, like a million years behind everyone else. They’re a Japanese metal band and their music is super fucking high energy, really just launches you into the damn stratosphere. Some of my favorite songs by them are gimme chocolate, catch me if you can and starlight (most of their music is in Japanese but once again there are loads of translations)

Kevin Abstract is an American hip hop singer who writes music both soft and heavy sounding songs that relate to a lot of not often given the spotlight experiences, namely the experiences of being a gay black man in America. I relate to him more than a LOT of white gay musicians and his album “American Boyfriend” is an absolute fucking masterpiece, I even have it downloaded to listen to on long car rides. My favorite songs by him are Echo, Papercut and Miserable America!

Conan Gray is a pop musician who writes a lot of really fun music and like, so many fucking earworms. I literally cannot think of a single one of his songs that I don’t like at least a little, which is very rare for even musicians I do like. And his music videos are super fun. Some of my favorite songs by him are Fight or Flight, Crush Culture, and Wish You Were Sober, which I have listened to over 200 times

More music recs under the cut!

Fea is a latina punk rock band based in San Antonio that I absolutely cannot get enough of. Their name means ugly, but in the feminine form in spanish. Speaking of spanish, a lot of their songs are in spanish, but some are not, which gives it a nice eclectic mix. and helpful for spanish practice lol. Plus they were produced by Laura Jane Grace of Against Me! god, imagine being that fucking cool. My favorite songs by them are La Llorona, Sister K, and Pelo Suelto

Oceanator writes an eclectic mix of synthy business and guitar ballads. I love her music so goddamn much, and it's been a big inspiration in me finding my own sound! my favorite songs by her are Nowhere Nothing, I would Find you, and January 21st

The Hu is a band that took me quite some time to get into but they're a Mongolian rock band that wrote that one song that was super popular here in the states a while back. Their sound is heavier, but it's also so incredibly fucking cool. Some of my favorite songs by them are Sad but True, The Legend of Mother Swan, and Wolf Totem

Meet Me @ The Altar is a band that is very, very derivitave of paramore but in like a super fun way. Their sound is just so fun. Their sound has making me forgive pop punk bc turns out when pop punk is sung by a trio of WOC and not a white dude crying on his guitar about his shitty girlfriend, it can actually fucking rule. Some of my favorite songs by them are Garden, Tyranny, and May the Odds Be In Your Favor

Japanese Breakfast writes a lot of really cool slower songs that make my brain feel like it is melting in the absolute best way possible. it's really hard to describe, which is actually one of my favorite things about it. Some of my favorite songs by her are Road Head, 12 Steps, and The Body is a Blade.

Neon Jungle is a British band who writes a lot of high energy shit that just launches me directly into the fucking stratosphere. Like I'm so serious, they will end your life and revive you fifty fucking times over. My favorite songs by them are Trouble, Louder, and So Alive.

Pom Pom Squad is another band I really like, a rock band who does softer shit sometimes. Their range is insane, and Mia Berrin is one of the most talented fucking vocalists I've ever heard in my whole life. Some of my favorites are Sunday Song, Heavy Heavy, and Honeysuckle

Nova Twins are another duo from the UK who write a lot of heavier guitar stuff. Mostly white punk fans have gotten pissy about them being classified as punk, so I won't, but lbr it's clear what their influences are. In a good way. Their music WILL rip your dick clean off. Some of my favorite songs by them are Bassline Bitch, Devil Face, and Ivory Tower.

Black Belt Eagle Scout is an indigenous musician that writes a lot of really cool softer guitar shit. Super chill music I like to put on to relax and write to. Also loads of her lyrics are downright masterful. Some of my favorite songs by them are Half Colored Hair, Just Lie Down, and Indians Never Die

Rina Sawayama, who you probably know of at least periferally, writes pop music and stuff of that nature. Her music could pull me out of a fucking coma. She's based in the UK. I absolutely adore her and her weird fucking fashion. Some of my favorites by her are Bad Friend, Comme des Garcons (Like The Boys), and Lucid

Milck does a lot of like, idk how to describe it. I have no idea what genre it is. I don't care to know. It rules, whatever it is. It's sort of soft, but powerful with a really cool beat. Some of my favorite songs by her are Devil Devil, This is Not the End, and Call of the Wild.

I HAVE TONS MORE, LIKE LOADS MORE, LIKE GIVE ME THE GO AHEAD AND I WILL MAKE A PART TWO, but I think that's a good amount of my favorites for now.

#Anonymous #monster growl #slimed and answered

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anarchyduck · 3 years

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In Another World

Day Three: Soul World

I’m two days behind now, sobs

AO3

----------------------- “Mr. Stark?”

“I don’t feel so good.”

“I don’t want to go. Please, please-”

“I’m sorry.”

Peter Parker wakes to the sound of his alarm going off.

Blindly, he reaches out from beneath the blankets, groping around on the side table until he finds his phone and shuts it off. His hand retreats and he groans, turning his face to bury it into his pillow. Maybe if he’s lucky, he can sneak in just a few more minutes of sleep…

“Peter!” May calls and knocks on his bedroom door. “Get up or you won’t have time for breakfast.”

So much for more sleep.

Peter groans as he drags himself out of bed. Everything feels weird, like he’s slept too long and forgot what day it is. He rubs the sleep from his eyes as he stumbles around to find clothes, dragging a t-shirt off the floor to wear. The wrinkles will drive May nuts so he grabs a hoodie to wear over it.

He wanders through his morning routine with still that nagging feeling that something isn’t quite right. Something is missing or he forgot something. A test? Blind panic hits him hard as he scrambles to remember. No. No test. Peter relaxes and manages to finish brushing his teeth before another crisis hits.

“Coffee is ready.” May announces from the kitchen. Peter can smell toast (slightly burnt, the strawberry jam jar is open) and rich hazelnut coffee, the scent filling the apartment.

It takes him a second to remember. May doesn’t drink hazelnut coffee.

“Hon, have you seen my-oh never mind.”

That voice. Peter knows that voice. It’s unmistakable. He could be suffering from amnesia and still recognize that voice.

Heart pounding, he turns the corner from the hallway to the kitchen and-

“Uncle Ben?”

Ben Parker looks up and flashes one of his half grins at Peter. “Morning. See you haven’t combed your hair again.” He pockets his car keys and ventures into the kitchen for coffee.

Peter trails after, stunned but unable to explain why. Of course it’s Ben. Why wouldn’t Ben be here?

“Oh, Peter…” May appears in front of him, tsking under her breath as she attempts to tame his wild bedhead. “Did you at least brush your teeth? Honestly, you and Ben are absolutely hope- Peter? Honey, what’s wrong?”

Peter’s eyes burn, his chest tight with some unexplained emotion. “H-Huh?” he blinks, focusing on May as she looks at him with concern.

“Are you hurt? Headache?” May lays her palm on his forehead and cups his cheeks. “You didn’t get hurt last night did you?”

Peter’s brows draw together. “L-Last night?”

“While on patrol?” May steps back to give him a proper look over. Searching for hidden wounds or bruises he failed to disclose.

Patrol. Patrol. Oh. Patrol. Spider-Man.

But wait, then that means-

“Maybe I ought to take you to the gym sometime.” Ben says as he pours coffee into his thermos. “Teach you some old boxing techniques and how to fight properly.” He stirs in some sugar and creamer. “Stark’s fancy gizmos can’t save you from dodging a real punch, you know.”

Well there’s a lot to unpack there. Peter can’t keep from staring at his uncle. His mind scrambles to keep up, to put the pieces back into place. It all seems right and yet, he feels something is off. It’s right but it isn’t.

“Peter?” May is still standing in front of him, worrying. She brushes curls from his face. “Maybe you should stay home today, just in case.”

“No, no I’m fine May. Really.” Peter reassures, even managing a small smile. “Think I slept weird or had crazy dreams, that’s all.”

“The boy is fine, May.” Ben says then looks at Peter, “Grab some grub for the road, kiddo. I’ll drop you off.”

Peter falls into routine, grabbing a piece of toast and protein bar (one Tony made up for him, he recognizes the packaging). “Bye May!” he calls out as he follows his uncle out of the apartment.

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He can’t shake the weirdness. It clings to him like a second coat. He also can’t stop stealing glances at his uncle. There’s a little voice in his head that says it isn’t right, that Ben shouldn’t be here. Yet here he is in the flesh. Driving him to school.

“So you didn’t sneak out last night?” Ben asks, breaking through Peter’s thoughts. They stop at a red light, sun shining through a break in the clouds.

Peter shakes his head. “No. Promise.” he says.

Ben hums and nods. His hair looks a little grayer than Peter expects. Which is weird because what else did he expect? For Ben’s hair to not be grayer? Grayer compared to what? “You’re going to the Tower today, right? After school?”

Peter nods. “Yeah. Mr. Stark wants my help making some gear for Natasha.”

“Black Widow, huh?” Ben lightly whistles. “Boy, if I were only twenty years younger.”

“Ben!” Peter laughs.

“I’m just saying! She seems like a mighty fine woman.”

“She can be super scary sometimes. Moves even quieter than I do.” A memory flashes in Peter’s mind, of being in the tower with the other Avengers. Training with Nat, hanging out in the kitchen while Steve cooked, sitting down to the table to enjoy a meal together. They play like scenes from a movie reel and he feels strangely detached from it.

His chest tightens with strange emotion again. He closes his eyes as they begin to burn. His other senses take over. The smell of Ben’s aftershave and cologne. The way the brakes squeak when they stop at another red light. They’re in Ben’s car and he wonders how it could be possible. They got rid of Ben’s car after… after…

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“Dude I can’t believe you get to work on Avenger gear!” Ned whispers loudly.

"It's only cool the first time." Peter says. He shoves books into his locker, ignoring the crumpled up papers at the bottom that continue being squished and crinkled. "The novelty wears off after the fiftieth Widow Bite."

"Whatever man, it's still awesome."

Peter stands at his open locker for a moment, staring at it's interior as he tries to think of what textbook he needs for his next class. What is his next class…

"Oh, did you ask your aunt and uncle if you can come over this weekend?" Ned asks.

Aunt and uncle. Aunt and uncle. Why is that phrasing so weird?

"Pete? Did you hear me?"

Why can't he shake that feeling that something isn't right?

"What's up losers?" Michelle's voice snaps him out of his thoughts and Peter quickly shuts his locker before she can see the mess. "Decathlon's been canceled for the day. Harrington is out sick."

"Oh." Is all Peter can say to that. Come to think of it, several teachers are out today. How weird. "Maybe it's the flu."

Michelle shrugs her shoulders. "Yeah maybe." She says. A group of upperclassmen pass by the trio, giggling and talking loudly enough to draw Peter's attention. Michelle narrows her eyes slightly and she asks, "Have you guys noticed anything weird?"

Ned shakes his head. "No. Like what?"

"Don't know yet." Michelle replies cryptically. "Something just feels off today."

The back of Peter's neck itches and tingles, and he reaches back to rub the spot. If MJ notices something then maybe there is more going on. "Maybe you slept wrong?" He suggests lamely.

Michelle gives him a look then scoffs. "Yeah, slept wrong. Sure."

The warning bell rings in the half empty hallway.

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Peter walks out of Avengers Tower to find his uncle's beige Toyota Corolla waiting for him. It surprises him to see it then he wonders why it should. Ben always picks him up after lab time at the Tower.

"Hey Petey!" Ben greets as Peter slides into the passenger seat. "Have a good time?"

"Yeah," Peter replies as he puts on his seatbelt. "We got a lot of work done." Now if only he could remember exactly what that work was. He remembers Ned and MJ at school, being picked up by Happy and then working with Mr. Stark. What did they work on? He can't remember. The entire event is a blur.

"You aunt is suggesting Thai for dinner tonight." Ben says as they get on the road.

"Sounds good." Peter replies, not really listening. Why can't he remember lab time? He can see Tony's face, plain as day, so why can't he remember what they did? Is he getting sick? Come to think of it, he can’t remember Happy picking him up from school. An old memory plays instead, something he knows already happened in the past but definitely didn’t happen today. It feels more like he’s watching an event play out rather than being part of it.

"Uncle Ben? Do you ever feel like you're missing something?" Peter asks finally.

"Like what?"

"Like," Peter sighs as he struggles to explain without sounding crazy. "Like you know something is off? Like something isn't… right?"

Ben hums and doesn't respond. The car rolls to a stop at a red light, silence stretching to the point of being unbearable. When Peter finally looks at his uncle, he finds the old man staring at him with an unreadable expression.

"You're very smart, Peter." He says. "You've always been smart, you know? Even when you were little."

The tightness in Peter's chest worsens. The back of his neck tingles. "Uncle Ben?" He asks with uncertainty. Something isn’t right.

"We had hoped you wouldn't notice." Ben continues.

Peter frowns

“What-”

Peter blinks and, when his eyes open, he's no longer in the car.

He's back at the apartment, sitting on the couch. Star Wars: A New Hope plays on the TV and a bowl of warm popcorn sits on the coffee table before him. The light above the stove is on in the kitchen and he can see the pale blue light from the nightlight in the hallway. The apartment is quiet. He can’t sense May.

"This was your dad's favorite too." Ben says beside him. “We saw it in the theaters when it came out.”

Peter takes a shuddering breath and swallows past the lump in his throat. "Am I dead?"

"Yes and no." Ben pops some popcorn into his mouth.

"But you…" Peter's voice catches in his throat, tears burning his eyes. "You're…"

"Dead." Ben nods solemnly. “Yes.”

It hits him harder than it should. A flashback to a dark night, a mugging gone wrong, and Ben laying on the concrete covered in blood. Peter pleaded with him, begged him to stay, to hold on, that help was coming. But Ben died anyway. Peter went home with blood on his hands.

“I’m so sorry, Ben.” Peter says with a strangled sob. “I-I didn’t want you to die. I didn’t know… I didn’t mean…”

“Shh,” Ben shushes and Peter feels himself pulled forward, his face buried against soft cotton that smells like wood and leather. A scent that brought comfort when Peter was scared, that taught him how to hold his fist, who gave him wisdom even when he didn’t understand the meaning of it.

Ben’s voice rumbles deep in his chest as he continues holding the sobbing boy. “I’m so proud of you, Peter. Always have been. Just look at all the good you’ve done with your life. And I know, your parents are proud of you too.”

Peter sobs freely against Ben’s chest, clinging to him tightly. If it hurts, Ben doesn’t say anything. He continues holding him, rocking with him gently like he used to when Peter was small. He cries until he can’t and, even after the tears dry up, he doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t notice the movie is no longer playing or the bright orange that takes the apartment’s place.

Ben sighs then. “We don’t have much longer.” he says.

Peter lifts his head, eyes red and tears marking his face. “What do you mean?” he asks. A childish fear takes him and he holds Ben’s shirt. “I don’t want you to go. Please, Ben, stay. Stay with me and May.”

Ben’s hand lands on his shoulder, squeezes it as he meets Peter’s gaze. Despite the tears in his eyes, Ben smiles. “We’ll be together again. I love you, Peter.”

Peter sniffles and he puts his hand over Ben’s. “Love you too, Uncle Ben.” He manages a tearful smile. “I’ll make you proud. I promise.”

Ben’s smile widens as the yellow-orange light brightens around them, surrounding them in it’s glow. Peter keeps his eyes open as long as he can until it becomes too bright, until the brightness forces him to close his eyes.

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Peter Parker wakes to the orange skies of Titan.

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Back to the Future Not Being Planned as a Trilogy Is What Makes It Great

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In the last decade, it’s become a common refrain among fans and industry players alike: the filmmakers should’ve “planned it better.” This trilogy could’ve been mapped out; those five sequels needed to be outlined first. Perhaps this is inevitable in an era where “shared universe” is part of the everyday vernacular, yet I cannot help but be amused when folks grow wistful over sequels with allegedly concrete roadmaps: franchises like Star Wars, Godfather… and the Back to the Future trilogy.

Whenever social media discussions about sequels or franchises that most smoothly told their sagas rear, Robert Zemeckis and Bob Gale’s little trio of time traveling adventures always spring to the forefront. With their economy of storytelling and strong fixation on characters, particularly lovable Marty McFly (Michael J. Fox) and eccentric Doc Brown (Christopher Lloyd), the three movies’ narrative is as stainless as the steel doors on the DeLorean. Even innocuous, seemingly throwaway details in the first movie turn out to have unexpectedly delightful payoffs in the sequels, such as the Doc’s interest in discovering who will win the next 25 years’ worth of World Series games.

Of course the irony in this is that Back to the Future was not planned as a trilogy; this was a “universe” structured around only one story, with its sequels acting as mere expansions on those initial foundations. Even the “cliffhanger” ending of the first movie, with Marty, Doc, and the original Jennifer Parker (Claudia Wells) piling into a now flying DeLorean to “do something about your kids,” was never meant to be more than a gag.

“We never designed the first Back to the Future to have a sequel,” director Zemeckis confirmed on the 2002 DVD release of Back to the Future Part II. “The flying car at the end was a joke, and it worked as a great joke and a great payoff. Everyone assumed we had this grand design like George Lucas did about Star Wars and had all these sequels. My only hope for Back to the Future ever was that it would make its money back.”

He goes on to say that if he had planned on doing a sequel, he would’ve never put Jennifer in the final scene—hence why in the sequel, the character (recast with Elisabeth Shue) spends most of the film asleep on a front porch.

Said Zemeckis, “I would’ve had only the Doc and Marty be in the car, and then I could’ve put them on any adventure. But what happens when you make a movie this successful is it becomes a piece of real estate, it becomes a franchise. And the reality comes at you very quickly, which is ‘we’re making a sequel. You can either help us or not, but the sequel is going to be made.’”

Fortunately, that sequel was made with most of the key players who turned the 1985 film into an enduring classic still in place, including Zemeckis and his co-writer/producer, Bob Gale, at the top of that list. Indeed, it’s even fair to look at the success of the trilogy and conclude that world-building is overrated. What makes Back to the Future shine all these decades later, both as a singular film and an appealing trilogy, is it was always about developing an intriguing story, as opposed to an open-ended milieu of content.

The first movie was originally conceived of by Gale based on a simple epiphany. While going through his father’s old high school yearbook, he came across a photograph of the old man that revealed he’d been elected class president.

“I had no idea,” Gale told Den of Geek last year. “And I’m looking at this picture of my dad, and he’s very proper and straight. And I’m thinking about the president of my graduating class who was just somebody I would have nothing to do with. We were just in completely different circles.”

This raised a million-dollar question: Would he have been friends with his dad in high school?

The dawning realization every young person must come upon, when they realize their parents and authority figures really were young folks like themselves once upon a time, had never been captured on screen before, much less in a mainstream movie through the prism of science fiction. But that’s what the original Back to the Future script did with its yarn about an ‘80s teenager inadvertently traveling 30 years into the past to spend the week with his mother and father in high school.

Granted, it’s more than the premise that makes Back to the Future so winsome. While the movie unquestionably benefits from the striking social distance between 1950s teenagers and their ‘80s counterparts—with the sexual revolution, Vietnam, civil rights, and second wave feminism between the two eras—it still plays to kids another 30-plus years later because of its intelligence and timeless universality. Taking the concept of “Chekhov’s gun” to its breaking point, there is not a single element, character, or detail set up in the first act in 1985 that isn’t paid off once Marty travels back to 1955, and then paid off again when he returns home in the denouement.

Marty’s mom, Lorraine (Lea Thompson), attempting to micromanage her children’s love lives with apparent 1950s social values? Well, in the actual ‘50s, she was smoking, drinking, and had no problem “parking” in cars with boys. Mayor Goldie Wilson running for reelection in 1985? He’s a young ambitious man on the make in ’55 (and with a keen eye for a good campaign slogan). The clock tower that hasn’t worked since it was struck by lightning 30 years ago? It becomes the gosh darn centerpiece of Back to the Future’s climax.

Everything flowed together with the precision of an actual, working clock tower, and it worked in service to the self-awareness which springs from young people seeing their parents in a different light. Plus, Alan Silvestri’s musical score just made everything Marty and Doc did seem to have the import of charging across the frontlines.

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So this proverbial little ‘80s teen comedy overperformed at the box office after ending on a teasing note that left viewers hanging. Zemeckis and Gale did not write Back to the Future to lead anywhere but the line “where we’re going, we don’t need roads,” but audiences (and the studio) wanted to see what was at the end of that skyway.

Thus Back to the Future Part II and Part III came into existence—but with the ambition of its creators to make them every bit as narratively complex as the first film they were borne out from. While the sequels were very much designed on the conventional wisdom that audiences want to see their favorite characters get up to the same shenanigans, Back to the Future Part II particularly subverts this. The sequences of the film set in the future of 2015 plays into “the same but different” by bringing nearly every actor from the first film back to play their same character at a more advanced age—or younger in the unnerving case of Fox being asked to play all of Marty and Jennifer’s children—but that sequence is then quickly jettisoned for something closer to It’s a Wonderful Life than Back to the Future.

Even when Gale first began conceiving of the sequels, he imagined Marty and Doc winding up in 1967 to “correct” the future. There Marty would again see his parents, George and Lorraine McFly, in shocking ways: George would be a college professor while Lorraine would’ve become a flower child, joining the hippie movement.

However, it was Zemeckis’ input that had the story fold into itself. Instead of just playing with different time periods and doing the same setup again, the director suggested using the third act of the sequel to enter the first movie from a different vantage point. He actually did what mainstream audiences supposedly want—basically remakes of the same story—but with a much more skewed sensibility with two Martys and two Docs running around, and all of them converging on a plot that involves further cliffhangers and switchbacks on the first movie, like an ending where the sequel’s Marty surprises 1955’s Doc Brown moments after Doc had sent Marty home. Now the Marty we’ve followed for the whole second film runs up behind the Doc to say, “I’m back from the future.”

Also in a quaint departure from how sequels are conceived today, the absence of Crispin Glover as George McFly in Part II and Part III stemmed from Universal Pictures and Amblin Entertainment failing to lock actors into sequel clauses. Back then, it was assumed movies were a one-off experience, and when Glover decided he didn’t want to appear in a sequel… well, there’s a reason George McFly had to die in the alternative 1985 ruled over by a Trumpian Biff Tannen (Thomas F. Wilson).

All of these concessions and choices made on the fly were not preordained or sketched out, but the talent involved was so keen on connecting their limitations to previous successes that they made a satisfying three-part whole out of a one-off, and without getting bogged down by fan service or further world-building. Nearly every choice made in the Back to the Future sequels—with exception to the inexplicable development of Marty being unable to withstand the insult of “chicken”—organically built off character traits or story concepts in the first one, flowing into a self-perpetuating circle.

Sure, there are inconsistencies. Consider the way the third movie is seeded into the second; it betrays a looseness to the world-building when Buford “Mad Dog” Tannen’s photo in Part II looks nothing like the character design in Part III. But it doesn’t ultimately matter. The elements that really determine the films’ quality, such as character, structure, and dialogue, are airtight across all three pictures.

Strangely though, this connective tissue was hidden at the time of release. As Gale told Den of Geek last year, there was a resistance at Universal to let general audiences know a third movie was on the way until after they’d seen the second one. There was even a fight to exclude the trailer of scenes from the third film at the end of Part II (at Gale’s suggestion).

“The biggest fight that I had with the president of Universal when we were planning the release of Part II is that I was adamant that I wanted to advertise this as part two of the three-part Back to the Future series, part two of the trilogy, and he didn’t want to do that,” Gale said. “He just wanted to say, ‘This is part two. Let them find out about part three later.’”

Gale is convinced that lack of understanding that Part II was setting up Part III led to both films being somewhat underappreciated during their releases. Now their legacy is as tightly woven with the first film, as well, those early Star Wars movies are. To the point where Back to the Future is often singled out as this rare thing—a near perfect film trilogy. That might be true, but it wasn’t set up that way. There’s a lesson in that.

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over and over again//an octet oneshot

I made a fic for our resident ego-surfer Jessica! She’s my favorite character from the musical so naturally I’d end up writing about her one day ^-^

Very much filled with headcanons so don’t try looking for certain parts in the script lol, just enjoy <3

Very light blood mention in the part with the stoplight, but other than that, well, if you can get through Octet, you can get through this.

also on my quotev! (@/hundredstorycity)

It was a long taxi ride home for Jessica. This gave her time to think, too much time, almost.

After the meeting ended, she immediately went out to hail a cab, and decided to head straight back to her apartment. Not like she would choose to stay outside for an extended amount of time in the first place, and it was already nighttime anyway.

Her phone was back in her bag; they all got their gadgets back from the box after the final hymn. Oddly enough, she didn't feel the urge to check it. Not like that was unusual. She always managed to keep away from screens the first few hours after a Friends of Saul meeting, but eventually those urges did come back, and she would never be strong enough to block them out completely.

Would she ever be strong enough? It's a question she's always pondered upon, albeit worded a bit differently. Back then, it was a question of "did she look strong in the eyes of others?". It was as if she were constantly insecure, always searching up stuff about herself because she wanted everything to be positive. In fact, that's why she joined the Friends of Saul in the first place! All of the veterans knew she was contacted due to her habitual ego-surfing. Even before the incident, "Jessica Schulte" would be the most commonly searched term in her browser's history. The video only made things worse.

Jess stared out the window for a bit, trying not to get too dizzy by the sights whizzing past. That ended up being easier than expected, because the heavy traffic led all the vehicles to move at a very slow pace.

Eventually, they reached an intersection, and the light was red. The already low speed dropped to a flat zero as the cars stopped.

"Ah, New York City, with all its cars, traffic, and the insane amount of stress among its civilians. There's a reason it's called the 'city that never sleeps'" the driver says, shifting the gears to neutral.

"Mhm." was all Jess could mutter in reply.

The view that she was currently looking at was suddenly obscured by a private car halting beside them. The backseat window was perfectly parallel to the one Jessica was looking out from. Inside the car seemed to be a family; a father driving, an older brother in the passenger seat, a mother and two other children in the back, and a baby in the mother's arms. How cute, thought Jess, a nice, loving family. Not very safe, though. Their windows are pretty lightly tinted, so it's rather easy to see through the glass-

With wide eyes, Jess quickly looked away and turned her head forward, making sure to obscure her face.

"Driver, are the windows of this taxi tinted dark enough?" she asks, rather paranoid.

"Well, just as dark as any other car in this city! Except for that one just beside us, I guess. They definitely should fix that; it's almost as if they want people to see inside-"

"Oh okay. Thank you." Jess interrupted. She didn't like conversations lasting longer than necessary, especially when they were about privacy. The stoplight was still a bright red, and Jess wished she could ignore how much it looked like the blood of a newly sacrificed lamb. She also wished that the light would turn green soon.

The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "Miss, you alright back there? You look as if someone's chasing you. On the run, or something?" He laughed.

Jess shook her head. "No, not on the run." More like in hiding.

"Hm." The driver did not sound convinced. "Whatever you say."

Seconds later, the light turned green, and they were set to go. Jessica breathed a sigh of relief as the car next to them took a turn and was now out of sight. She didn't care if it made the driver more suspicious; there were more than enough strangers judging her even without this one.

Instead, she turned her thoughts towards the family in that car, which led her to think of her own family. A beautiful trio they were, a father, a mother, and one lovely daughter. Yes, she had no siblings, but her parents did treat her like an absolute princess, so she definitely enjoyed the solitude. Sometimes her peers would tell her she grew up as the archetypal only child: spoiled, whiny, and always in need of attention. Okay, so maybe the last bit was kind of true, but the rest of them weren't! Not her fault that she grew up in a loving, functional family without any other children in the household!

Then she thought of her other, less functional "family". The Friends of Saul. Though she was a stranger to Saul himself, whoever he was, she was starting to feel a familial kind of relationship with the rest of the group's members. She thought of her first meeting, and how paranoid she was that people would break the rule of avoiding feedback because they didn't like her, and how relieved she was when that didn't happen. She thought of Paula, who'd been her leader for as long as she had been in the group, since she had never met Saul herself, and how kind and gentle she had been to all of them. She thought of today's meeting, and the octet of addicts that were present. Some of them she saw more commonly, and some of them she'd only seen a few times before. She thought of the new girl, Velma, and how awkward yet open-minded she had been. Jess felt rather self-concious when everyone looked at her after told Velma that they were at letter E, but later on she realized it was worth it, and that Velma must have been a thousand times more self-concious than she was.

Then, after what seemed like an eternity of a ride, the taxi arrived at its destination. Jessica paid the driver and muttered a quick thank you, then made her way to the front of her apartment. As she made her way up the stairs, she felt the urge coming back. The Monster, beckoning her to check her feed and watch her own ruin. She decided she wanted to do something else to distract her from that. So her thoughts drifted to the last part of that night's meeting, after they had completed the Tower Tea Ceremony and listened to Velma's share. Karly and Henry were having a quick little conversation about how their experiences were, then Jess suddenly joined their conversation, causing the two to look at her in amusement. Gosh darn it, she thought to herself, I've never been a shy person, so why was that so hard for me?

Finally, she ended up in front of her door. Fishing out the keys from her bag, she remembered what exactly it was she had told the two of them. Smiling to herself, she decided she would try making her own bread.

#octet #dave malloy #fanfic #fic #oneshot #jessica #jessica schulte #octet musical #octet: a chamber choir musical #malloysicals #margo seibert #this is 1000+ words long and i am happy!#berry shares #mine #also sorry if it's kinda bad i had a really good idea but forgot it halfway through so uh.sad.#like. i stopped right before writing that good part then when i came back to it i forgot hnnn #anyway pls enjoy!

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Salted Carmel Cappuccino

A/N: THis was written as a request for @hermionejacobs who requested: ‘ I love you page and the holiday list idea, so I wanted to ask if you could write a Sam Winchester x reader for the hometown/new coffee shop owner prompt at Christmas time. Love you x’

Thank you so much for requesting! You are super sweet! Thank you for the compliment! Love Ya! I hope you enjoy! This was my favorite of all of the prompts and it was the only one requested so I’m excited quite frankly. This note is after I finished writing: Sorry that it ended so abruptly, i ended up liking it so much that i might turn it into a full fic on wattpad or AO3. If i didn’t finish it now I would get too carried away. Sorry. Also, if I do continue this, I will change up the way they get together.

Word count: 2,564

Warnings/tags: Fluff, abrupt ending, Holiday, Hallmark level Cheesy

Pairings: Sam x Reader au

As you stepped off the plane at 9 in the morning, you could only think of two things; where to get your morning cup of coffee, and the nearest heater. Luckily, the airport was warm after you got out of the long glass tube from the plane to the gate. You pulled your carry on behind you as you tried to remember the way to the baggage claim. It had been a while since you had been home. You helped film a baking competition in LA for the last 6 years. It was your lifelong dream and everyone knew it, however, with all of the holiday episodes and year round filming, you never made it home for holidays. This year, you managed to take a two week vacation for the holidays. You hadn’t told any of your family however. You wanted it to be a surprise. Especially to your parents. You knew that the family were all going to be at your parents house this year, your grandparents coming down from Niagara on the Lake. It was the perfect time to come home.

Your metallic pink suitcase came slowly around the carousel, the airport being small there were only four carousels for luggage making it easy to find yours. You pulled it off and walked outside. The cold peircing your skin. This was one fact you had never missed about your hometown. It was freezing. The snow covered the ground like a thin white blanket, the morning sun barely making it glisten. The airport traffic was slow, making it easy to find a taxi. You watched the familiar town pass before you as you watched out of the window. Your old high school empty, except for Mr. Stylinski’s car, your old theater teacher. He was always there late and it seemed nothing had changed.

As the car pulled into your old neighborhood, you noticed that the neighbors Christmas lights were even more extravagant than you remembered. The taxi pulled next to your driveway and you stared in awe at the Gastovs sparkly lights in their trees, fake Icecicles around their house that shown lights, and even the inflatable Christmas land that includes a Santa, elves, frosty, and a snow globe you could stand in with fake snow trickling around you by air. The snow on the ground only an accent. You stepped out into the brisk air and pulled your suitcase, carry on, and purse along with you. Your parents had their usual fairy lights on the trees and plastic reindeer out front. Classics. Your moms car was in the driveway, meaning your dads truck was in the garage. Everything was exactly the same. You took a deep breath, walked to your espresso colored childhood home door, and knocked three times. You heard chattering around and a jingle of the door knob before the warm air welcomed you. Your mothers face lit up. She was taller than you, as you are a rather short individual, so when she excitedly wraps her arms around you without a word, you felt as though you were tackled. “Hey mom,” You laughed, dropping your luggage and hugging her back. You had a stream of tears rolling off of your face out of nowhere. You had not expected to be this excited to see your mom, however, all of the feelings rushed out at once.

“(Y/N/N)... what...how… why…?” Your mom asked all of the obvious questions while in shock. You laughed and pulled away from her hug, “Let’s go inside and talk about it. I’m freezing.” She nodded, rubbing both of your arms with her palms like firewood. You walked into the familiar living room instantly feeling like you were 17 again. The suede couch against the wall, tv against the windows by the front door. You placed your luggage down by the entrance to the hallway. The air felt like you stepped into a fire pit, which was nice. "Where is dad?" You asked, walking into the kitchen. It was remodeled like you had planned. Your mom FaceTime you everyday after you had sent the money for the contractors. You two spent three months of face timing every minute you had to plan this kitchen. The marble tiles, the rose gold finishing on the white cabinets.The double ovens next to the fridge.

Your mom walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a coffee tin. "He went to work. You know your father. He can't ever relax. Coffee is empty. How about we head downtown? Catch up over some coffee?" She smiled, tossing the can into the trash. "Dads truck is in the garage?" You asked walking over to the door that lead to the garage. She shrugged shaking her head, "the garage door broke yesterday so he took a cab to work. I told him to take my car but he left it in case of an emergency." She explained, grabbing her keys. She took her purse from the table and walked back into the living room, slipping on her boots. They were like men's work shoes but had fluffr on the top edges. She was wearing jeans and a heavy coat now. She looked at you as she opened the door, "we need to go shopping, it seems. Looks like you've forgotten your coat." She walked right out of the door, you following close. She left the door unlocked. For a moment you forgot about safety, but in this town, neighbors watch out for each other. It was nothing like LA.

On the car ride you explained all of the funny stories working on the baking competition show, along with crazy LA stories in general. Your mom had missed you, you just hadn't known how much. You made a mental note to come back more.

Downtown, your mom pulled into a meter-less parking spot, one thing you missed most. You got out into the brisk air and followed your mom down the brick road sidewalk. "Let's get coffee first so you can hold something warm while we shop," She opened the glass door to a shop you hadn't recognized. The warm air and espresso smells swirled around your being. Enlightening you. "Is this place… new?" You asked, looking around the brick walked, wooden table, couch filled room. Your town hadn't had any thing new in years. If it did, it was usually a new business from someone already from town. The line was short and students were spread across couches and tables, on their phones or laptops. It was definitely the hot spot in town for college ages to be out this early. The town had a k-12 school that also doubled as a community college. This meant most of the people who were born here, never leave. You were rare.

"Well, it has been here for about five yeaes, " She smiled. You look at the menu, it was quite modern. It fit the LA style you were used to. The building was fashionable to a classic coffee shop as well. Kind of like central perk on F•R•I•E•N•D•S. You scrunched your brows, "the McCall girl? She finally opened one? " You stared at the menu board in aw. The baristas was no where in sight, explaining the line not moving. Your mom shook her head, "No, Scarlet teaches art for the middle school now. You wouldn't know the owner. He moved to town just for the location to open this shop. Smart business move." You nodded. Indeed. The first new business from an outsider in centuries. Also a coffee shop which was better than the McDonalds 20 minutes out of town.

The line began moving and you were next. As you saw the man behind the counter, in a red flannel, sleeves rolled up, hair a little long but tucked neatly behind his ears. His Kaliedescope eyes and kind facial features smiling down at your mom. He was making your stomach dance just by looking at him. This had to be the new outsider. "Mrs. (Y/l/n), good morning. Your usual? Winter special?" His deep voice made your mom smile, she nodded. His eyes darted to you. He stood tall over even your mother. This meant he towered over you. Even behind the counter, leaning with both palms ontop, arms extended. "I haven't seen you before? New to town? Mrs. (Y/L/N), is the perfect your guide I can say from personal experience," He spoke happily. You smiled shaking your head but your mother chimed in, "this is actually my daughter, (y/n)." She interlocked her arm with yours, wizard of Oz style. You waved, "nice to meet you…" You left a space for him to fill in his name.

"Sam. Sam Winchester. Wow! Your mom here raves about you. Says you haven't been home in six years? You must like California?" There was no one in line behind you yet, so he was able to have this conversation. “It’s not too bad. I’ve wanted to come home, just never had the time,” Why were you explaining yourself to a handsome stranger? You had no idea. “Well, let me guess, sugar-free salted carmel cuppaccino… bone dry?” how the hell did he know that? You nod once, eyebrows raised and eyes widened. “You’re good,” You giggled, handing over your card. Your mom tried fighting you off but you hadn’t allowed that. He shook his head, ringing your order up and tearing off the reciept, “It’s on the house. Welcome back.” He then turned and began making the coffee. Your mom pulled you to an empty red couch against a wall with a coffee table in front. You both sat waiting. “He’s handsome isn’t he?” Your mom finally broke the silence. You burst into laughter as your mom waggled her brows at you. This was embarrassing. “He’s okay,” You lied through your teeth. Along with the looks, he was kind and charming. A perfect trio. A few minutes later, Sam had brought your drinks over, setting them on the table. “Mind if I sit? It’s a slow morning,” Sam asked, sitting in the chair across from the couch. You shook your head. Your mom looked at her phone, swiftly picked up her coffee and stood up. “Come to think of it, I have a nail appointment I made last week, I was going to cancel when you arrived, however, honey these nails need to be done, " She spoke, leaving the shop before you could protest. You were left, awkwardly drinking your coffee in front of this Man, when you came to be with your family. "Your mom is really nice. she showed me around the first week, " Sam spoke, eyeing you intensely. "She talked about you always, yet she never showed me a picture of you. Kind of a shame. You're gorgeous, " He spoke nonchalantly.

Your cheeks turned red, you knew this because of the heat you felt radiating off of them. You were blushing. This was highly unlike you. "Um… thanks… you're um… not bad yourself," You flirt. Wait…flirting? What has gotten into you? You are asking yourself so many questions but all of the answers were clear. He was hot. He was kind too. He leaned over the table. "Maybe I could show you around too?privately?" He asked. You shook your head, "I'm from here. Remember? Also, I am back for two weeks for my family." You laughed, sipping your coffee. He watched you intently before quickly shuffling to his feet. He walked to the back and returned moments later. He carried a heavy tan jacket. "Take my jacket until you find a heavy one for yourself. Or just return it after your trip. An LA gurl must be broke with the high living expenses and al?" He placed his jacket around your shoulders and sat beside you on the couch. Wow! What a gentlemen? "I am not broke. I help direct and edit a baking competition show," You flick a grow at him, sipping your coffee. He leaned back nodding his head, seemingly impressed. “So you must know a thing or two about baking?” He questioned. You shrug. You had learned a lot more while on the job, however baking was a hobby of yours. “Well, yes. However, I am better at directing and editing. Need a commercial?” You were joking, obviously, however he did not see it that way. He nods, placing his elbows on his knees, intently looking at you, “Lets do it.”

As simple as that phrase may have been, you spent the next week setting up a commercial for him. You began spending more time with Sam, than your own family, which you didn’t mind. You two had connected in ways you never imagined you would with anyone.

On film day, you arrived dressed warmly, wearing Sam’s jacket as you had this whole trip. If you hadn’t needed to buy a jacket you wouldn’t. You were smart with your money. The local film students at the community college have been working with you all week on this project. This was a perfect opportunity to build their portfolio and they worked for free, which Sam liked.

“Scene!” You shout after the final shot was edited. You were pretty fast with editing, especially on commercials because they were short in length. The college students had left to finish their versions to put in their portfolios as their own, while you did the official editing. Sam walked swiftly over to you, your coffee in his hand. He sat back on the couch as you hit play. “This… this is amazing! You’re so talented!” Just then, his soft lips crashed into yours. It felt sudden. You only knew him for a week. Yes, your souls connected, maybe that is why you hadn’t pulled away. His lips were soft, warm, and had a slight hint of coffee. When he pulled away your heart sank suddenly. Had you wanted it to continue? “Sorry…” He stuttered. He looked worried, “I respect you. I promise. I just… i think you’re amazing.” Your cheeks turn bright pink as you looked at him. You press your fingers gently on your lips and giggle softly, “Since when do you drink Salted Carmel Cuppuccino’s?” He chuckled, relaxing once more. “It’s fine. I think you’re pretty amazing too,” You state, placing your hand on his knee. He lets out a deep breath, before leaning closer to you. His voice was shaky but rasp, “Stay? Your mom misses you. You could always run a show here? The city is only an hour away you could find a job there?” This was too fast for you. This wasn’t some lifetime christmas movie. “Listen… I just met you a week ago. Thats too big of a decision,” You state, feeling your heart pounding through your chest. “I get that… you feel it too though. This...this connection between us. How else am I supposed to see you? I want... this. I want you,” he has his hand on your cheek now. His palms were always warm from the coffee cups. “Facetime. Planes. For right now… that’s all this can be. A long-distance… getting to know you,” You state before getting up from your seat. You no longer could sit here and leave him hanging like this.

You kept your word, however. When you returned to LA after your eventful trip home, you kept in touch. Talking everyday.

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andimackismycrack · 5 years

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Could you do a prompt where TJ and Cyrus go to Disneyland for the weekend on a school trip, thanks!

of course, thank you! (also sorry this took so long!) & i may do a part two if that’s what people want ;)

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The twenty or so kids all made their separate ways to the airport, where they were to meet the teacher and parent chaperones for their flight to LA. Cyrus, Buffy, and Jonah all rode together, TJ and Andi had Bex drive them separately since there was not enough room in Jonah’s mom’s car.

“I’m so glad we all got to go together,” Buffy smiled.

“We’re lucky my parents even let me go. I’m sixteen yet the still treat me like I’m eight,” Cyrus chuckled. He wasn’t lying, though. His parents were reluctant to let him go, but with much convincing, they caved.

Once the trio had all made it out of the car and say their goodbyes to Jonah’s family, they met up with their other classmates, all searching to see where Andi and TJ were. Jonah quickly spotted them in the crowd with ease. The three teens made their way over to their other friends and started chattering about how excited they were to leave Shadyside, for most of them, it was the first time.

Their conversation was interrupted by the lead teacher chaperone, Mr. McCoy, “Alright everybody,” his voice boomed, “We’re going to take attendance and go through security next,”

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The group made it to their gate with about twenty minutes to spare. They sat down, matching t-shirts and all, sporting the school’s colors of course. The friend group were all trying to decide who they’d sit next to on the plane. Since there were five of them, they couldn’t all sit together.

“I call not sitting with TJ and Cyrus!” Buffy exclaimed, rather loudly, a few people turned their heads.

“Oh come on, Buffy,” TJ sighed, “We’re not that bad!” and of course, they were, making fake annoyed faces when one of them would say something jokingly rude. They played with each other’s hair and Cyrus kept pulling on TJ’s sweatshirt strings.

The flight wasn’t very full so the boys, Jonah included, sat together while Buffy and Andi had a whole row to themselves. That is, until Andi eyed Amber, clambering onto the plane and searching for a friend to sit with.

“Hey! Come sit with us,” Andi exclaimed to Amber, looking to Buffy as if asking for permission. Buffy just smiled at Amber, gesturing for her to sit.

For Cyrus and TJ, the long flight was full of giggles, naps, and so many compliments. The girls mostly talked about their hopes for the weekend and inevitably fell asleep on each other.

They had finally landed in sunny Southern California. Even from the plane, they could feel the warmth engulfing them. The friend group could already tell this trip was going to be the best.

Later that night, all of the kids settled into the hotel, the adults told them to go to bed but that did nothing to sway the fact that the whole group was too excited for sleep. The boys stayed up late watching dumb reality TV shows while the girls had a photoshoot in their hotel room with cute pajamas.

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The following morning, Saturday morning, the group’s itinerary included day one of Disneyland as well as checking out downtown LA, where their hotel was located. Alarms started blaring at seven AM sharp, kids covered their ears with pillows and tried to go back to sleep. They knew that wasn’t an option when the chaperones went into the rooms and drew the blinds, bringing light on the faces of these teenagers. Once everyone was reluctantly ready for the day, they all piled into a big bus, “Let’s go sit in the back,” TJ chimed, pulling Cyrus’ arm who grabbed Andi, who dragged the rest of the crew behind her. They settled in for the 30+ minute drive to the theme park.

After some “disgusting” hand holding according to Buffy, joking of course, TJ and Cyrus got up first when the bus stopped on Disneyland Drive. Once the teachers and parents had given them instructions for the day, they released the kids to do as they pleased.

The group booked it into the park and were the first to make it to the bridge over the moat, “Okay guys, what ride first?” Cyrus questioned, a little too perky for 8:15 in the morning. The crew just laughed as they clung onto each other as they stumbled into the magic castle.

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The Good Hair Crew (plus Jonah, Amber, and TJ) had been going on rides all morning. TJ’s favorite was California Screamin’ which Cyrus refused to ever go on again. He was an adrenaline junkie for sure but couldn’t handle roller coasters going upside down and sideways, He opted for the Tower of Terror and Splash Mountain, still thrilling, less vomit inducing. After hours of waiting in lines, going on short lived rides, and repeating as a group, they unanimously agreed to split up after they met up with the whole group at lunchtime.

After the madness of lunch with at least 20 kids at Disneyland, Cyrus and TJ parted ways from the others. TJ grabbed Cyrus’ hand and he squeezed it back.

“So, Mr. Kippen, where to?” TJ held two fingers up to his lips, mock zipping them shut and throwing away the imaginary key. Cyrus let TJ drag him around the park, “Here,” TJ pulled his boyfriend into a gift shop along the way, setting a pair of black and red Mickey Mouse ears atop his head, “What do ya think?”

Cyrus smiled, “I’ll take ‘em,” this prompted a whole playful argument of who would pay for the inevitability overpriced headband. After much opposition, Cyrus let TJ buy them as his boyfriend would not let up.

Finally, the couple arrived all the way across the park at Tomorrowland. They made their way to Space Mountain and played with each other’s intertwined hands while waiting in line. Once on the ride, Cyrus began gripping TJ’s hand tighter than usual, looking straight ahead.

“Hey,” TJ used his free hand to pull Cyrus’ chin to face him, “We’ll be okay, you can hold on to me if you’re scared,” he winked. Cyrus couldn’t argue with that smile and those deep green eyes. Cyrus smiled back and put his head on TJ’s left shoulder, still holding his hand tightly.

The ride started and TJ pulled his hand away from Cyrus, instead wrapping his now free arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder. Cyrus could feel TJ’s fingers pulling him closer in as he felt the warmth radiating from his boyfriend encapsulate him, despite it being 94 degrees outside.

After that terrifying roller coaster, TJ agreed to take him on the ferris wheel with Mickey Mouse’s face next. The boys made their way over, bumping knuckles until Cyrus gently snatched TJ’s hand and grasped it in his own. TJ looked over into Cyrus’ big brown eyes, like he was searching for something important inside of them. Everytime they made eye contact, Cyrus felt butterflies jump from his stomach into his throat and back again. He hoped TJ felt the same way even if what they had wasn’t new.

TJ held the metal gate to the ferris wheel open for Cyrus, ushering him in first with a smile.

“After you,” he smiled.

They sat, the wheel lurched forward to let someone else board. They watched all the people on surrounding rides screaming their heads off, smiling, and even throwing up. TJ touched Cyrus’ arm, bringing his attention back to his boyfriend. After some more starting and stopping, the ride finally started up and they gazed at the gorgeous view from the top of the humongous ferris wheel.

“TJ,” this makes him turn his face toward Cyrus, their faces now mere centimeters apart. “I just want you to know how much I love you,” he paused, like he was trying to find the right words to describe what they had, “Every moment we spend together fills my heart with warmth. Even if we fight or break up, I know that we’re meant to be together and that we’ll end up together. We’re soulmates, Thelonious Jagger Kippen. I have always and will always love yo-“

TJ wouldn’t let him finish his sentence before pulling him into a kiss. It was all very romantic; The ferris wheel, their proximity, the way this mirrored their conversations on swings and benches. TJ pulled away and a smile formed on his face, “I will always love you too Cyrus Daniel Goodman,” This was exactly how things were supposed to be. Them against the world. They could handle it. Together.

#andi mack #buffy driscoll #cyrus goodman #tj kippen #jonah beck #amber & andi #tyrus #tyrus fanfic #tyrus is canon #luke mullen #joshua rush #disneyland #andi mack fanfic

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eldritchsurveys · 4 years

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939.

Can you talk on the phone while having the tv/radio on? >> I don’t talk on the phone, period. But no, I would turn anything noise-making off if I were going to use the phone. I can barely process phone speech as it is.

When was the last time you went over a speed bump? >> The last time Sparrow drove us back into the complex through the northwestern entrance.

What is the nearest school to where you live? >> There’s a school like a quarter-mile away from me.

What size are all the televisions in your house? >> The one television that we have is about 30″, I think.

Do you have health insurance? >> Technically, I have Medicaid, but it covers so little and has so many caveats that I might as well call myself uninsured for all the good it does me.

How many times have you been pulled over by the cops while driving? >> ---

What is one of your favorite movie lines? >> “Fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave” is the first thing that came to mind. I basically just don’t remember many movie lines. But I’ve seen Labyrinth like a million times and it has a lot of dramatic-ass theatrical lines that are easier to remember, so.

Describe your teeth: >> I don’t know what you want from me, man, they’re just teeth. Nothing remarkable about them.

How many posters are up in your house? What are some of them of? >> There’s a Wovenhand concert poster, a Sucker Punch movie poster, and a trio of Dark Tower movie posters in the living room. There’s also a Cradle of Filth album release poster in my room, and I only remember it’s there when surveys ask and then I’m like “I should take that down” and then promptly forget about it again.

How many clocks do you have in the house (including on the microwave, etc.)? >> Well, there’s the one on the microwave, and there’s clocks in every computer and phone. There’s also a Dark Tower clock on my wall, but I refuse to put a battery in it because I hate the sound it makes.

What is one thing you look forward to every day? >> Every day? Can’t imagine what there is to look forward to every single day.

What is one thing you dread every day? >> I dread the days I have to shower. It just... never gets easier. :/

When was the last time you cleaned your ears via QTip? >> I don’t use Q-Tips to clean my ears.

When was the last time you clipped your nails? >> I don’t remember. I clip them fairly often because I hate the feeling of my fingernails on the keyboard.

How many remotes do you need for your living room tv? >> One.

Ever lived through a natural disaster? >> I was in NYC during Sandy, but I wasn’t personally affected.

Whats the longest youve lived without electricity? >> I don’t know. Not long.

Name all the drugs you have tried: >> Yawn.

Name all of the alcoholic beverages you have tried:? >> Oh, dude, that’s nigh impossible.

Name all the types/brands of cigarettes you have tried: >> That might be a little easier. Newport, for sure... Camel... Pyramid, Marlboro, Virginia Slims... uhh... L&M, is that what it is? Something like that... Pall Mall, Maverick... yeah maybe this is harder than I’d originally thought. That’s all that I can remember right now, but I think that might cover it.

Do you like candles? >> Sometimes. Only certain ones.

Do you like to do puzzles (crosswords, word find, Soduku, etc.)? >> I do. Especially crosswords.

On a scale 1-10 how intelligent do you consider yourself? >> ---

What is one thing you stand strongly for? >> ---

Post a picture of someone important to you, tell me who they are and why they’re important: >> No.

Do you have a blue ray player? >> Well, I have a PS4.

If you could be the owner of one site what would it be? >> I don’t want to own a site.

What does your doormat say? >> The doormat was knitted by Sparrow’s grandmother and it has some cats on it and “best friends”. Personally, I try to ignore it. Not really my style.

What is something you always have in your fridge? >> Condiments.

Who was the last person you were on hold with (on the phone)? >> ---

When was the last time you were sick? >> ---

Who do you know thats pregnant? >> ---

Who do you know thats had a baby recently? >> ---

Do you know anyone whom got married recently? >> I don’t think so. You can imagine that there aren’t many weddings happening right now.

Do you know anyone who has died recently? >> No.

How many surveys a week do you think you do? >> Er... maybe... 10 or so?

What age can you not wait for? >> ---

Do you change songs in the car often? >> I’m not usually the one playing music in the car.

Name all sports teams you’ve been on: >> ---

Name all the drugs you’d never do: >> I think I can safely say I’d never do crack cocaine. Even when I was doing all kinds of other shit, I persistently avoided that one. Guess that’s the best thing that ever came out of that first relationship -- aversion to crack ain’t a bad thing to develop.

What is the most alcohol you’ve drank in a night? >> Oh, I don’t know. It’s not like I was keeping track, whenever it was.

What do you order from McDonalds? >> I don’t really eat there anymore. I have no idea what I would order from there now.

What do you order from Burger King? >> ^

What do you order from Wendys? >> ^

What do you order from Sonic? >> I ate at Sonic once and that was when I first moved out here, because I wanted to experience the novelty. From what little I remember of the food, I probably wouldn’t ever go there again.

What do you order from Taco Cabana? >> Never heard of this.

What do you order from White Castle? >> I don’t go here.

What do you order from Taco Bell? >> I haven’t been here in a while, and the only time I did go here was because it was the only place in the mall that I could stand and afford. I mean, A&W is all right but... generally I don’t want a whole ass burger and shit at the mall.

What do you order from What-a-Burger? >> We don’t have those in this region.

What do you order from pizza places? >> A veggie pizza. Thin crust if possible.

What do you order from most sit down restaurants? >> That would obviously depend on the restaurant.

What street sign do you find totally pointless? >> I don’t think I’ve ever seen a totally pointless street sign...

What drinking games have you played? >> Just Quarters. Never again.

When was the last time you vacuumed? >> Yesterday. I think. Either yesterday or the day before.

How many tattoos do you have? >> Three.

How many tattoos do you want? >> Three billion.

Whats something thats high priced that you just hate to buy? >> Most things, from my point of view.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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takaraphoenix · 5 years

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Thor/Tony. What if Thor is courting Tony Asgardian style, but Tony being well Tony doesn't totally understand but is all kinds of confused/smitten. Bruce is just watching amused before stepping in to tell Thor that Tony is not good with subtle and needs a more direct approach? Smut is welcome but fluff is fine as well :)

The Avengers had defeated Loki and his army of aliens. They had secured the Tesseract. They had been ready to celebrate victory – and then everything had gone awry.

Tony had a heart-attack, probably an aftermath of going through the portal and temporarily dying there. Thor revived him using his lightning, but Loki used the distraction and turmoil to escape – stealing the Tesseract in the process. Steve, all the while, was busy battling Loki who had shapeshifted into Steve to mess with his head.

That, of course, changed their plans. What was only supposed to be one mission, one fight, turned into an actual... team. A project. They had to track down Loki and they had to find the Tesseract.

For convenience purposes, the team moved into Stark Tower, to have a headquarters. Tony easily designed floors for each of the Avengers, which was honestly all he got to do being tied to the bed. Figuratively, sadly, because literally would at least be fun. But oh no, you nearly die twice in one day and everyone suddenly fusses over you. How annoying.

It wasn't that annoying though, if Tony was honest. Nat had bought shawarma for them all and they ate around Tony's hospital bed, with Clint in the next bed over to get checked over after the mind-control. It had been the very first moment of team-bonding, actual bonding.

/break\

"Blueberries?"

"Thank you, Tony", smiled Jane in amusement as she accepted the treat.

She popped the blueberry into her mouth before returning her attention to the blackboard. Old-fashioned. It was more fun that way, or so Jane claimed. Tony and Bruce rolled with it and honestly, it really was more fun than a white-board. This was how the science trio had been sciencing for the past three months now. Ever since the battle of New York.

They had brought Jane Foster in, as the Earthly expert on Asgard and Loki. Honestly, Tony didn't understand why they hadn't called her during the battle of New York already, she would have been an asset to Tony and Bruce. Well, better late than never, Tony supposed.

Now Tony had two live-in scientists to science with. Even though Jane had started out as being Thor's ex-girlfriend (disappearing to Asgard for months without calling was a sure way to end a relationship), there was no ill-will between them. Jane and Thor still shared a deep connection, a deep friendship, and Thor respected her scientific knowledge and was grateful to have her help them try to track down Loki. Tony loved it. Loved having Bruce and Jane with him here.

Well, he loved having the Avengers here in general. Tony Stark had never been a pack-person. His parents had lived isolated, the closest he had ever come to having a pack had been his parents and the Jarvises. Then his parents had died in a car accident and Ana and Edwin... Tony was alone.

He had met Rhodey at MIT and he had Obie, but then Rhodey left for the army and further down the road, Obie betrayed Tony, betrayed him so deeply. And Tony, he found it hard to trust anyone. Only those he knew he could trust, even more so than he had thought to trust Obie. Rhodey, Pepper, Happy. Those were his people, but it was hardly a pack.

They said omegas needed a pack. Tony had always scoffed at that, because he never knew pack.

Now? Now that he had a pack? He finally understood. He understood what it meant to have a pack and he understood how much it meant. The safety, the comfort, the warmth.

It was the first time, since Edwin and Ana Jarvis had died, that Tony felt like he had a family. Yes, sure, he had Rhodey, Pepper and Happy, but – Rhodey was mostly gone, the job required it, and Tony had never actually lived with a pack before; Pepper and Happy lived together somewhere else, a happy couple. Now however, Tony had a pack, had a pack living with him.

"I don't think we'll ever find Loki", sighed Bruce exhausted.

He collapsed backward in his chair some, tilting his head back. Tony nudged him and pushed the bowl of blueberries toward him as a pick-me-up. It earned him a wry smile from the exhausted scientist and Bruce grabbed a handful of blueberries to eat.

"I mean, sure, we've been hunting him for over three months yet and sure, he keeps slipping away and sure, he is constantly making fun of us and—I think I lost my train of thought..."

"Your point, Tony", sighed Jane fondly. "Was that we can't just give up."

"Right. That. Thank you, star lady", nodded Tony pleased.

Jane smiled and shook her head as she exchanged a look with Bruce.

/break\

"What's with the pacing?", asked Clint.

The omega had his feet in his alpha's lap, with Nat having the fingers of one hand circled around one of Clint's ankles, while Clint was sharpening an arrow. It was a nice, calm afternoon where most of the Avengers were gathered in the common room. Natasha was holding a controller with her other hand, single-handedly beating Steve at Mario Kart.

"Thor's due to return today", replied Bruce without looking up. "And Nat, I really think you should let Steve win every now and again. This isn't good for the captain's morale."

"My morale is fine, Banner!", countered Steve. "I'll win the next round."

Bruce chuckled softly and exchanged a knowing look with Natasha. Jane and Darcy were sitting at the table with Bruce, sorting through newspapers, printed articles and magazines – most recent mentions and sightings of Loki. Darcy was mostly looking on the internet usually, though she often admitted defeat because sorting between legitimate sightings and thirst posts was hard.

"Wait. You people are talking about me", stated Tony as he abruptly stopped pacing.

"Truly, your genius is astonishing", quipped Darcy with a grin.

Tony scowled. He liked the girl. Darcy was a beta with snark and personality. She had come as a package deal with Jane and by now, he was happy about that. She was an excellent addition to the pack – and to the team. Not as an active Avenger, but as the PR manager of the Avengers, specifically their social media presence. After all, this new team made up of spies and a god and a science experiment gone wrong and a sober alcoholic playboy philanthropist, it didn't necessarily invoke confidence or trust. They had been a ragtag team thrown together by circumstances, so aside from internal team-bonding they also needed press and a good image for the public. Thanks to Darcy's posts online, they had gained a lot of favor (and fans).

"I'm not pacing about Thor returning. It's just, we're pack. I'm not particularly fond of a pack-mate being on another planet", grunted Tony defensively and annoyed.

"I dunno. No one else is that antsy about his return", quipped Darcy teasingly.

"It's an omega-thing", tried Tony irritated.

"Yeah, I'll debunk that for you", countered Clint. "I'm not antsy either."

Tony scowled at them, but at least Jane had mercy on him. "Thor's been bringing back books and technology for Tony. I think that's... more so what Tony's antsy about."

"Thank you. You're my new favorite Avenger", huffed Tony.

"That hurts. That hurts deeply, Tony", stated Steve with that sad puppy-pout. "I didn't even-"

"You didn't defend me either", argued Tony.

"I mean, they're right, so...", drawled Steve. "You always pace in particular when Thor's about to return. Not so much when Clint and Natasha return from a mission with the agents, or-"

"You're a traitor, Steve Rogers", accused Tony. "I think we need a divorce. I'm taking Bruce and Jane. You can keep the archer and the smirking widow."

Darcy snorted amused, though before anyone else could tease Tony about it, Thor landed not so lightly in the backyard – they had a special landing area closed off for this very occasion. Darcy's expression morphed into a teasing grin as she saw how much Tony perked up. She liked to consider herself the local Thor Odinson Expert and she knew what someone smitten with Thor looked like; had lived with Jane for long enough during her relationship with Thor. Tony Stark was smitten with Thor, maybe even more than just smitten. And considering all the gifts Thor brought back from Asgard – gifts very specifically for Tony – Darcy would bet it was not so one-sided.

The Avengers put what they did aside to get up and walk outside to greet Thor. Despite teasing Tony about it, they all had been looking forward to Thor's return, in some way or another. They were a team, they were a pack. The battle of New York and thrown them together, but the months that followed of searching for Loki had actually forged them into a team.

"Welcome home", greeted Jane with a smile.

"My friends!", exclaimed Thor with the usual joyous laughter bubbling in his chest. "It is truly good to be home again! I have missed you dearly! You have to tell me all about the glorious battles you have fought while I was gone. And do you have news on my brother?"

"Well, news yes, but...", drawled Darcy.

"He keeps getting away", supplied Natasha. "But let's not worry about that yet. Come on in. Let's order some food and catch each other up. I'm sure you're hungry."

That was a safe bet with Thor, always. At the prospect of eating Earth food, Thor perked up even more. He loved Asgard, he truly did, but every time he was there, he found himself missing Earth. Missing humans – especially his humans. And speaking of his humans, his eyes found Tony. The small, brilliant omega looked up at him with excitement sparkling in his honey-eyes.

"I brought more books for you, Tony", stated Thor, putting down a bag.

If possible, Tony's eyes sparkled even more at that and he eagerly went to look at them. "You don't have to, Thor. I wouldn't want you to get into trouble with your father-"

"Nonsense. These are merely school books for our youngest, he would not even notice."

"Who'd have thought Tony Stark would be excited about elementary school books?", teased Clint.

"Elementary school on a whole other planet", countered Tony pointedly, waving the book in Clint's face. "This contains mathematical equations that have never been seen like it on Earth!"

"The biology. Evolution on Asgard. Plant life", mused Bruce eagerly.

Of course did Tony share the shiny new wisdom that Thor was giving him. Half the time the science trio spent together was spent on the texts Thor brought him. Even though Thor always made rather sure to let Tony know it was for him. Which was flattering and nice. It was rare for Tony to get stuff. Most people didn't bother, because he was a billionaire – what was it that he couldn't just buy himself? Pepper, Happy and Rhodey were the only exceptions. Or used to be the only exceptions.

Darcy would make awful collages of pictures she had taken of the science trio, even with a hand-made frame. Steve sometimes gave him drawings he made – mostly those he made in the lab, of Tony with his bots. Tony had them pinned up all over the lab by now.

It was nice, having a pack. A pack that really cared for him, accepted him as part of them.

"And I bring food, for everyone", stated Thor after a long moment. "With greetings from mother."

Because while Thor was excited about human food? His human pack was very excited about Asgardian food. His mother liked to pack him a feast to go, a thanks for the people who took such good care of her son and accepted him among them, aided him, gave him a home.

"I love your mom", stated Darcy seriously. "That lady is amazing and knows exactly how to bribe."

The Avengers made their way back inside and set the table for them all, before they sat down together, as a family, to eat and catch each other up on their progress, or lack thereof.

/break\

Thor heaved a forlorn sigh as he grabbed his mead and took a long gulp from it. He was sitting together with Steve, Clint and Natasha. They held a party at the tower – not a rare thing, especially not when Thor would return from a stay on Asgard. Tony was standing off over with Jane, Bruce and Darcy, laughing and talking. They had many visitors, fans mostly.

"You know, relationships among the team aren't a problem", noted Natasha casually.

Thor hummed and turned his attention over to the Black Widow. She and Clint were in a relationship, Thor knew that. Every Avenger knew that. They weren't overly affectionate in public, they didn't make a big show of their relationship, but fighting alongside them made the deep bond they shared very obvious. They shared so much, a long history of suffering, missions and only being able to rely on each other. Thor felt humbled being among the limited number of people they both trusted, the people they now called pack and family.

"Of course it's not", stated Thor a little confused.

Clint sighed and rolled his eyes where he was leaning closely against Natasha. "Then what is it? Because if it's Jane, boy I got some news for you. She is so not hung up on you anymore."

Thor furrowed his brows at that and returned his attention back to the scientists and Darcy. Jane and Bruce stood close, very close, with Jane resting a hand on Bruce's arm as she leaned forward in laughter at something Tony had just said. Of course was Jane not hung up on him anymore. It had been over half a year ago that they had broken off and even before that, for a long while their relationship had barely counted as such, with him disappearing for months on end to Asgard, not calling or giving notice. It was for the best for the both of them to be friends.

"Jane is not a vengeful woman, she would never hold it against me to move on, no more than I would hold it against her to move on. She is very deserving of happiness", stated Thor.

"Thor, buddy", started Steve with a sigh and clapped Thor on the back. "Why haven't you asked Tony out on a date yet? That's what the spies are asking."

"Ah", nodded Thor in understanding. "I have yet to complete the first courting stage before I could move on to something so daring."

The other three didn't quite know what to make of that and just exchanged a confused look.

/break\

"I had a lot of fun tonight, Bruce."

"So did I", replied Bruce with a gentle smile.

Jane was holding onto his arm, returning his smile. The two had gone out for dinner, were now walking through the park. It was nice, having someone gentle, soft and yet fiercely brilliant to share everything with. They had slowly orbited closer over the past months until they reached this point.

"I'm sorry, but I have to ask", sighed Bruce as they returned to the tower. "I know you're not... interested in Thor anymore in that way, but I do wonder... is it awkward for you, to see your ex every day and now to see him clearly interested in one of your friends?"

Jane laughed a little at that and shook her head. "I mean, I suppose it was odd when I first realized it. But Thor is... He's a good guy. I care deeply about him. I want to see him happy. And, I suppose, he has a type, mh? The brilliant, brunette scientists from Earth."

Bruce hummed softly, fingers linked with Jane's as they reached the floor Jane and Darcy were sharing. He smiled when he leaned in to kiss her briefly before biding his goodbye. There was someone else he wanted to ask the same question. He had heard from Natasha that they already had asked Thor this very question, but it had apparently left the two spies and the super soldier confused. So Bruce had done a bit more digging, digging through the textbooks about Asgardian culture and then talking to Jane and Darcy a bit more.

"Thor. Are you... busy?", asked Bruce when he reached Thor's floor.

Clint and Natasha shared a floor, so did Jane and Darcy, Bruce had a private lab in his floor and thus no floor-mate, while Thor and Steve also shared one. Tony was far too generous to be real, most of the time. It would have already been a grand gesture of him to give them rooms, but the specifically designed floors? Tony, he had so much to give – not just money and material stuff, he had so much love to give and the Avengers were lucky. Not to be spoiled but because they were being loved this way. Tony did his everything to protect them, to make them happy.

"Ah, no, my friend. I was just considering if I should join the captain in the training facilities", replied Thor with a smile. "Or would the Hulk like to come out and train with me?"

"No. No, he wouldn't", chuckled Bruce and shook his head.

"Then what can I do for you?", inquired Thor, motioning for Bruce to walk with him.

"I... I didn't ask you this before because I didn't want it to look to Jane like I'm asking your permission to date her, but as your friend and pack-mate, I still wanted to know how you feel about me and Jane", replied Bruce honestly, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"I think that you are a wonderful match", laughed Thor joyfully, slapping Bruce's back.

Bruce stumbled a little under the force, though he smiled to himself. Thor was a good guy, a kind man. Bruce thought he too deserved to find happiness. But judging by everything he had been witnessing over the past three months, Thor would need a bit help there.

"I think you and Tony are a good match", offered Bruce after a moment.

And it was true. Thor and Tony had been particularly close ever since New York – after Tony had nearly died the second time in one day when he had the heart-attack and Thor restarted his heart with lightning. The two sparred together, Tony had developed technology capable of channeling and using Thor's lightning, enabling them to perform some spectacular attacks together.

"Why, thank you", smiled Thor, though it was a bit of a sad smile. "I wish Tony would see it that way too. Alas, I think... my courting is futile."

"That's... what I wanted to talk to you about", replied Bruce. "I think what you're not accounting for is that Asgardian customs and Earthly customs are... very different. What I'm saying is that I don't think Tony even knows you're courting him. He thinks that you are being a good friend and team-mate by bringing him all those books and all the technology and by getting to know his family. He doesn't know what those actions mean in your culture."

"...Oh", grunted Thor and paused, blinking slowly. "I... had truly not... considered that."

"Tony is a bit oblivious when it comes to those things, so that's not helping either", continued Bruce with an encouraging smile. "Maybe you should go and talk to him, put your feelings to words."

Bruce huffed as he was suddenly pulled into a hug by a very enthusiastic Thor. "Thank you for the advise, my friend! Can you tell Steve that I won't be able to make our sparring session after all?"

"Of course. And, good luck, Thor", chuckled Bruce as he watched Thor run off.

/break\

Tony was in his labs, hunched over the piece of Asgardian technology that Thor had brought him this time. Tony loved dissecting them, figuring out how they worked, what made them tick, what their function was. It was so exciting. He was grinning like a maniac in joy.

"Sir, Thor asks for access to the lab."

Blinking curiously, Tony put the tech aside and looked up. "Uh. Let him in, Jay."

Thor was not exactly a frequent visitor of the lab – mainly, and he knew that, because Thor was not exactly big on the fine-motor skills and he didn't want to break anything. Steve very often sat with Tony and drew here, Jane and Bruce of course for their own projects. But Thor...?

"I wish to take you out to dinner!", exclaimed Thor as soon as he entered the lab.

Again, Tony blinked, tilting his head a little. "I think Darcy dropped sandwiches for me off like an hour ago. You don't need to drag me out to eat. Though it's... nice you all care so much."

"No", huffed Thor, looking troubled. "Bruce said I need to put it into words for you don't understand Asgardian courting rituals. Which makes sense, of course, now that I think of it. I just... didn't. I wish to take you out to dinner, as a date. That is... how humans court, yes?"

"Court...? I... what?", asked Tony slowly, staring up at the tall alpha.

"You are truly the most impressive omega I have ever met", stated Thor seriously. "You are kind, brave, strong and brilliant. I have... cared deeply for Jane, but nothing I ever felt was this intense. I have been courting you for weeks and thought you were not interested and politely declining by not acting on my courting attempts. On Asgard, we court – we share knowledge with the one we love, we bring them food, especially that they enjoy truly, we make them gifts, all of the little machines I kept bringing to you from Asgard and the fabrics and clothes, they were not just for you to study, they were also simply for you to... enjoy."

"...Oh", whispered Tony. "I, we don't... We don't really court. We just date and the only kind of courting gift given is an engagement ring. I didn't... huh. You. Uhm. Okay."

"Okay?", echoed Thor unsure.

"Date. Okay", clarified Tony with a deep flush. "You... uh... I mean, come on, look at you. You're really out of this world. And you're not just... really nice to look at, Thor. You're... like an over-sized puppy. You're soft and sweet and kind. You're... unlike any alpha I ever met."

The smile on Thor's face grew with every word and he looked ready to explode from joy at the end. Unable to hold back, he grabbed Tony around the waist and lifted him up to whirl him around.

"Wonderful! Tonight?", asked Thor with a smile, kissing Tony's cheek softly.

(due to tumblr not allowing the NSFW tag anymore, the NSFW part is below the line, so consider this your warning.)

/break\

Thor really was like an over-sized puppy. He loved following Tony around eagerly, happy for every time he got Tony's undivided attention. He loved cuddling with Tony, very often the two would simply be curled together on the couch. Thor was very comfortable for cuddling, he was so large and safe and yet so gentle. Now that Tony understood what Thor was doing, he had far more intense reactions to every time Thor brought him something from Asgard. By now, Tony had also been to Asgard before – because Queen Frigga had insisted on meeting the omega her son was courting. And Frigga was amazing, a wonderful lady, while Odin was slightly unsettling, but in the end there was nothing Odin could do to change Thor's mind (and Frigga had her husband enough under control to make him back off). So, Tony had accepted this bizarre new reality of him being courted by an alien prince. In the end, it was just... Thor. His Thor. Royalty and alien origins didn't matter.

"Ye—es!", exclaimed Thor excitedly as their attack landed.

Him and Tony were the perfect team. The updates on his suit that Tony had developed – with the help of the Asgardian technology that Thor had brought him – were perfect to channel Thor's lightning. They managed stronger attacks, better hits, when Thor summoned lightning in the clouds, he was no longer the only one able to wield it. The armor landed and opened up and Tony stumbled out of it, a grin matching Thor's on his face. Though when Thor turned toward Tony, his eyes darkened. The armor was impressive, but the skin-tight black under-suit that Tony wore beneath it?

"You truly are brilliant, Tony", stated Thor with a smile, grasping Tony by the hips.

Tony gasped breathlessly as his strong, tall alpha lifted him up with ease and pinned him against the nearest wall. Thor's hands cupped Tony's ass, Tony's legs wrapping around Thor's waist as the two kissed deeply. Clumsily, they tugged each other free of their clothes, at least enough to make this work. Thor slipped a thick finger into Tony's hole, already wet just from the display of strength from his to-be-mate. A second finger followed soon enough and Tony was writhing on them, moaning loudly. Thor pulled out of Tony, his hand soaked with the omega's slick. He wrapped that hand around his own cock, lubing it up with his lover's slick while kissing Tony deeply.

"You are truly the most astonishing omega I ever met", whispered Thor gently.

He grabbed Tony safely with both hands on his hips and slowly lowered the omega onto his hard cock, effectively distracting Tony from any thought. Tony's eyes rolled back into his head as he leaned back against the wall. Thor was gigantic, which figured considering everything else about the alien. It always stole the breath right out of Tony's lungs when the thick, large cock invaded him like that, filled him up like that. Once Tony was fully seated on Thor's length, they paused. Giving Tony the time to adjust. Tony wrapped his arms around Thor's neck and kissed him again.

"You know, we can't let every sparring session end in sex in the training room..."

"What? Why not?", asked Thor, looking genuinely put off by that as he started fucking into Tony. "Do you not enjoy our little tradition of blowing off the last left-over adrenaline."

"I enjoy it a lot", groaned Tony, gasping as Thor hit his prostate. "But Clint's been giving me shit about it reeking like sex and everybody else is snickering about it too."

"So let. Them. Snicker", huffed Thor, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust.

Tony gave a strangled little sound at that, arching into his alpha. Thor thrust in harder and deeper, until the alpha's knot was pushed into him, making Tony moan in a drawn-out way. He loved being knotted by Thor, because if his dick was big? Damn, his knot really was something else.

"Okay, yeah", gasped Tony. "You're right."

"Of course I am", hummed Thor, kissing Tony's neck gently.

He let go of Tony's waist with one hand to jerk him off while his knot swelled to its full size and the two of them came together, Tony spraying his cum all over Thor's chest and Thor filling his omega up. Gasping for breath, Tony leaned forward to rest his head on Thor's shoulder.

"I really love our sparring sessions", laughed Tony breathlessly.

"Aye. So do I", replied Thor with a pleased look on his face.

He slowly lowered them both onto a training mat so they could cuddle until Thor's knot would deflate. Tony tucked his head under Thor's chin, his cheek resting against Thor's chest. Smiling pleased, he closed his eyes while his alpha wrapped his arms around Tony's waist. Who'd have thought that Loki escaping would lead to Tony getting all of this? Fate truly was twisted.

#Fanfiction #Marvel #Tony Stark #Thor Odinson #IronThunder #Lemon #can't believe we're back on the citrus scale #Naughty List #fallenqueen2

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maknaes-and-hyungs · 5 years

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Jaehwan In The Club With His Hoes

Note: So my new and lovely friend @clytemnestrasrevenge95 shared this photo and my instant thought was its Jaehwan and his hoes in the club and so I wrote this. This is also crossposted on my AO3 which is Blind Dyslexic Bat. Anyways I’m still obssesed with vixx so here~rin

“Let’s fuck this shit up my babies!!!" A screech emanated from the bathroom followed by a skidding Jaehwan as his socks propelled him into the wall opposite.

"Jyani babe what did we say about running in the house?"

"What did we-" Sanghyuk waved off Wonshiks absent mind and proceeded to collect his boyfriend up from the floor where he lay, a sprawl of limbs. Unperturbed by what would most assuredly become a scolding from the younger, Jaehwan wrapped his arms around his mountain of a boyfriend and let him man handle him to a standing position. A quick peck of the lips and he had already slipped away to fling himself into wonshiks welcoming lap, he rarely scolded the elder preferring more...physical and sensual punishments.

Sanghyuk knew that it would just cause more problems than it was worth to get annoyed before the evening had even started. He already had to go out and cede his power to Jaehwan or else he'd become super bratty and uncooperative. Sure that was one thing in the privacy of their home, but in public it made for a bit of a sticky situation. Explaining why your boyfriend of 27 was whining that his "daddies" pay him more attention and respect wasn't easy.

"Hyogie just wants you to be safe sweet. Apologize to him or I'm changing to a blue shirt instead of this."

"But Shikkie!!! We have to match so we can be like the cute mafia couple who never take no for an answer." Wonshik was about to turn the situation into one of those rare cases of scolding when he saw Jaehwans pout intensified 10 fold from his resting pout. "But fine I'm sorry Sanghyuk."

"Excuse you. What did you just call me baby boy?"

A "Daddy" slipped out of Jaehwan's lips as soon as he realized his mistake. He really did want to make it out to that club before his boyfriends both decided that staying in and delivering a stern punishment would be a better course of action. They, of course, already thought this but when you were dating a little like Jaehwan it was best to give into a few of his whims now and then. Clubbing wasn't actually one of these but wearing matching outfits was and according to Jyani a club was the only appropriate place for their attire.

"Why don't we just stay right where we are sweet. I know you like matching our outfits, but how about we get some matching bruises instead." Shik smirked and pulled Jaehwan's body flush against his as the boy straddled either side of his lap. Squeaking in surprise his sweet tried to squirm out of his grasp mumbling something about how that was indecent and that he hadn't even had dinner yet. However the blush that spread like a raging wildfire across Jae's skin was enough to tell both his boyfriends that he wanted it but was embarrassed by this fact.

"Wonshik I did not get all dressed up with make-up and everything to just not go out at this point. Now whether or not our misbehaving baby is coming with us is something that can be negotiated and don't give me that look baby boy. We let you play pretend that you're the big man on campus to save you face, but if you keep acting out like this then maybe they would like to see little Jyani. All dolled up in his pink stockings and white dress with that sparkly lip gloss all over your plump little lips." As he said this his voice got ever so deeper and he pulled Jaehwan's head back by his hair so he was towering over him.

"These tight pants you chose are really wonderful sweet. Like a little lie detector and we don’t even have to ask the question.”Wonshik palmed at the obvious tent in Jaehwan’s pants before sanghyuk let him go and shik was able to toss the older man off and onto the couch. This is when Jaehwan realized that his punishment had already begun and that the night would not be what he expected. “Get up sweet we’re going right now and if you protest you know what will happen.”

Without further protest Jaehwan bolted upright and to the entrance way to put on his coat. His eagerness almost earned him a smack as he tried to head right out to the car without his boyfriends. Both of them grabbed an arm and hauled him back in to a stop where he stood, head down, waiting for them to put on their coats. The tension in the room was palpable and Jaehwan almost fell to his knees at the look Wonshik shot him which screamed submit. Hyuk wouldn’t even look at him which he knew hurt his baby cause if there was one thing Jaehwan couldn’t live without it was attention.

To further his torment Wonshik and Sanghyuk sat up front holding hands the whole way and forced him to play the silent game. The only difference to the harmless kids “game” was that if he spoke up he’d probably end up being spanked on the side of the road. Now while he would love this he knew they’d probably end up leaving him there with the message to catch an uber and then locking him out of their house. So Jaehwan was silent even when they reached a red light and his boyfriends started making out being obscenely loud and messy.

“Awww what a good baby boy you were.” Parked just around the corner from the club, Sanghyuk nuzzled into one side of his neck with Wonshik on the other,”As a reward you can act all tough tonight and you can even pretend to punish me if you want.”

“You know our sweet will just end up a whimpering mess the second he tries to say anything bad to you. Although I’d love to see you on your knees for him, it's been so long since we’ve given him the privilege of our mouths.”

Jaehwan wanted to whimper and plead to them over and over for such a present, but he had to remain composure. They were trying to get him to fuck up so they could punish him later. Lee Jaehwan was not a quitter, unless told to be of course, so he pushed them both off and stood up tall. His strut was determined and ready to leave the two in his dust, because he was going to be Jaehwan tonight not baby boy or sweet.

“Hurry up boys! Don’t want to keep my adoring fans waiting just because you two have no impulse control.” Sanghyuk and Wonshik looked at him and then to each other conveying a simple message silently, Jaehwan had switched out of his little space. They couldn’t wait to break his resolve.

“Well if it isn’t Lee Jaehwan my favorite pimp and his two favorite hoes.” The bouncer,In-sik, said his usual joke to the three and opened the velvet rope so they could surpass the huge line.

“You know it. Come here boys we can’t have you behind me when everyone knows its always the other way around.” Jaehwans voice switched from sweet and innocent to deep and sultry as his boyfriends went in front of him and he rested a hand of each of their shoulders. A guy of about 23 who stood at the front of the line blushed and he threw him a wink as the trio sauntered inside.

It was much of this same reaction that they received in the dark club along with a few more bold looks from other men and women. Monsta X’s song Play It Cool was blasting over the speakers while lights flashed everywhere. Jaehwan, unable to not support fellow singers, wanted to get on the dance floor as soon as possible. Fuck getting tipsy first this song was the perfect way to get his boyfriends to grind against him. So he slid his arm down their backs and proceeded to slap their asses and move into the throng of people dancing.

“Oh he’s gonna die tonight.”

“Agreed Shikkie. Totally and utterly agreed.”

The two instantly pushed away everyone who had gotten up against their baby and took their place. They didn’t care who the fuck saw or if they were judging them, because all they knew right now was Jaehwan’s body. Wherever they could reach they did and by the end of the night they all knew his neck was going to be completely covered in hickeys, the only thing visible being purple.

At first Jaehwan was bouncing around and flitting back and forth between his two daddies. Twerk It Like Miley passed by like this in a similar fashion and it wasn’t till Take You Down by chris brown started that things got more heated.He threw his head back onto Wonshiks chest with his arms looped around his neck eyes closed and absorbed in the feelings of the song. Sanghyuk filled the space in front of him, hands instantly slipping underneath his shirt to settle on his sides.Both grinded up against Jae simultaneously earning more than a few glances when he moaned loud enough to surpass the music. And while a little PDA was good and all both Wonshik and Sanghyuk preferred to keep their baby’s noises to themselves.

The silkiness of Jaehwans shirt replaced the warmth of hyuk’s hands and his back grew cold in Shiks absence. When his eyes opened his wrists were both placed in vice grips that, to the outside world, looked like two boyfriends lovingly holding hands with their third. They were going to keep up the facade that Jae was still in charge but they were done playing along and made a beeline to the curtained off booths on the second floor. Making sure no one was watching they shoved him into one that had no table, just seating.

“We are going to fucking wreck you. How dare you moan like that baby boy”

“I swear to god i’d handcuff you right now if I hadn’t let ours at home.” Both of them growled as they shoved Jaehwan to the ground and held his hands above his head. This was followed by an onslaught of hickeys all across his neck and collarbones.

“Daddies? Can I get a kiss?”

“Of course.” Wonshik went in first to captures his lips but Jaehwan turned his head at the last second. “Sweet do you want to be punished? Now isn’t the time to play-”

“Eskimo.”

“Oh dear. I think we’re gonna have to wait babe. I think he’s in soft mode right now.” Sanghyuk relinquished his hold on their little’s wrist and pulled his boyfriends up to a sitting postion.”Baby boy what do you want to do right now?”

“I wanna cuddle with you and change my clothes. These are grown-up clothes and I don’t like it,”Jaehwan petulantly pulled at his shirt sleeves,”Wanna dress up like Daddy said earlier. Wanna be your pretty baby boy.”

“Aw sweet you are always our pretty little baby boy. Don’t worry your daddies thought ahead and brought you some clothes in the car. I’m afraid its just your short shorts and that frilly baby blue top, but when we get home you can change right away okay?”

“Okay, but eskimo first.” Smiling Wonshik moved in and grabbed his baby’s face smushing their noses together and rubbing back and forth. Without a breath taken Sanghyuk snatched him away and did the same thing leaving all three of them giggly and content.

“Let’s get out of here. You think you can pretend for two more minutes baby?” Jaehwan nodded albeit with a slight frown and got ready to brave the club again. His only resolve coming from his high chances he knew he had of getting them to stop at a store and buy him a new outfit for not bringing the one he wanted.

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pjb1234 · 5 years

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Spirit Phone Anthology

After seeing @tredlocity post about how Spirit Phone would make a good horror anthology, I remembered I was planning one out, but never wrote anything down. The general idea is sort of a disjointed story told out of order that comes together in the last few songs. The premise for each song is under the cut.

TW: Suicide Mention, Abuse Mention, Body Horror, General Gore

Lifetime Achievement Award: This one is Pretty straight forward. A dead musician is resurrected for corporate greed and such. The ritual/operation is being led by three eccentrically dressed figures (each of whom will be focused on in other songs) all wearing sunglasses leading a large dance number while the artist is disgusted by his current existence. The musicians eyes are largely hidden by his own sunglasses (major characters will usually be wearing sunglasses).

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Touch Tone Telephone: A young man listens and obsesses over his favorite conspiracy theorist and his theories of beings from other dimensions bringing humanity to a higher plane of existence. The man tracks the theorist down and proceeds to stalk him in order to reveal his plans to open this dimension. After revealing himself and presenting his notes, the theorist (revealed to be one of the figures from before) leads the man to his house and proceeds to club him to death and take his work. The scene ends with the theorist looking at the camera, showing a faint white glow inside of his eyes beneath his sunglasses.

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Cabinet Man: The story of a man turned to a machine. The inside of the arcade cabinet shows bloody and mutilated body parts hooked up to various machinary and is shown throughout the scene. Ends with kids beating up the machine and the bleeding cyborg bursts through the screen, attacking them. The cabinet man is then dispatched by the theorist from before, now with white scars on his lips.

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No Eyed Girl: The theorist, still having the young man’s body, travels to a restricted site with the notes. After breaking into the facility while carrying the corpse in a body bag, he sneaks to a portal like rock formation surrounded by various machines. The theorist hooks the corpse to the machine and activated them. Blood flows through the tubes and the portal starts to glow. Guards realize he’s there and start to go in the room. The theorist watches as a glowing white entity emerges from the portal, part of it taking the appearance of a human. The entity leans in to kiss the theorist, burning his lips. The theorist’s sunglasses move down, allowing to beams of light to enter directly into his pupils. Suddenly, the portal shuts off, the entity is gone, and everyone except the theorist is burnt to a crisp. The theorist lays on the ground, mesmerized, with cracked sunglasses, and dimly glowing pupils.

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When He Died: A news reporter is covering the strange occurrences surrounding the death of a local wealthy man. We occasionally cut to a hooded figure leaving the town with a bag in tow. The news room and reporter break into dance in a seemingly trance-like state. The wealthy man is revealed to have practiced dark magic and was killed by his apprentice, the hooded figure (one of the leaders from the start who will be referred to as the magician) who took his still barely living head with him for unknown reasons.

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Sweet Bod: The CEO of a business that sells the honey from honey mummies dances around as the process of harvesting the honey takes place. Including digging up coffins and extracting the honey, as well as meeting with elderly people who wish to help their families debts by selling permission to the CEO to use their bodies for honey mummies. The song ends with the CEO meeting with the theorist, who now has cracked sunglasses and lips burned white.

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Eighth Wonder: I don’t have a solid idea of what would happen here, but this is where the magician would meet up with the theorist and the CEO.

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Ancient Aliens: The intro show the theorist studying archaeology and helping with a possible early human specimen that was found with a mysterious sunglasses-like formation around their head. The theorist removes the formation as is given a vision of the caveman’s past. The caveman stumbles across the portal formation seen in No Eyed Girl as the entity comes through. Seeing the caveman, it takes a humanoid form. The caveman is unable to look at the entity, so it creates a formation of dark glass around his head to allow him to look at the entity. The caveman takes the entity back to his cave and shows it what he has figured out about the world as well as his cave drawings. The entity then burns an image resembling its current form connecting to the portal into the wall. The caveman notices that the entity has a ray of light still connecting it to the portal, suggesting that it is only partially through it. The entity communicates with the caveman telepathically in order to control him and allowing the entity to fully enter, but only terrifies the caveman, who goes to destroy the portal. He notices that there is another caveman whose blood has been feeding the portal but there is not much left. The caveman moves the body from the portal, closing it, but not before the entity kills the caveman, burning him alive in its light.

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Soft Fuzzy Man: The story focuses on an annoying man trying to flirt with any woman he sees. The man is eventually lead into an ally by the CEO or magician and knocked out by the theorist. He is then dragged away by the trio to be experimented on. At some point around this time, it is revealed that to fully let the entity through, they need to sacrifice someone who has died and been brought back to life and the theorist convinced the CEO and magician to work with him with the promise of finding a way to raise the dead.

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As Your Father I Expressly Forbid: The story shifts to the musician as a young teenager, singing about his abusive father. The father harasses, belittles, and even physically harms the musician in what he considers “good parenting”, causing the musician to resent him. The father dies in a car accident where he wasn’t watching the road, instead turning to face the musician in the back seat to yell at him. The musician filled with guilt and proceeds to grow up as if his father is still ordering him what to do.

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Earn My Life: We flash forward to the musician, now in his 30′s and married, getting ready for an open mic night. He is wearing business casual attire, a lose tie, and sunglasses. He brings on stage a keyboard, acoustic guitar and an effects peddle. A friend of his serves as the drummer. The musician preforms the song about how he resents his life and feels terrified about how he must constantly “earn” his right to continue living and paying off some kind of debt to the world. Throughout the performance, we flash back to reveal the backstories of the three leaders at the beginning. The theorist became obsessed with the entity and dropped out of his university. the CEO was studying to become a doctor but was forced to stop and inherit the family business, causing extreme depression. The magician was a church organ player. After the rich man bought out most of the town and ruined the magician’s family’s lives, leading him to join the rich man and eventually get revenge. The sequence ends with the crowd applauding the musician and him later meeting a talent agent.

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Reaganomics: This is a live show of the musicians band, showing his fame and success. It also shows the three leaders decent into the people they are now.

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Man Made Object: A new man (who will be referred to as the architect) is obsessed with the constitutions of a large tower in the middle of the desert. He surrounds himself with advisers willing to put up with his delusions and has those who challenge him “dealt with”. Some of the blueprints he makes begin to have elements resembling the portal that the entity uses. Towards the end, the architect has a meeting the three leaders, who wish to use the the tower for their “research” as well as a plan to grab the attention of the public. We close on a news story reporting the suicide of the musician by hanging himself.

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Spiral of Ants: With the leaders plans finally coming to completion, the musician gives what will be known as “The Last Show” he ever performs. As he sings Spiral of Ants, we see the leaders and a seemingly resurrected soft fuzzy man around the portal on the roof of the tower. The CEO and magician begin to become worried about the theorist and what they are bringing into this world, going to far as to try and stop the entity from entering. The theorist shoots both of them, killing them as the entity emerges. The theorist goes to the entity and attempts to embrace it. However, the entity does not acknowledge him, passing through and burning him in its sun-like body. The architect goes up to see the entity. It starts to spread, not taking a solid shape, blocking the sky with its blinding form. However, once the portal closes, the entity is unable to exist in this reality, and it turns to dust, covering the surrounding area with its ashes. The fate of the architect is left unknown, possibly suffocated by the ash. As the song fades out, the musicians sunglasses fall off, showing his pained, pleading eyes as he drops dead.

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That’s all I have so far. Let me know what you think or what I could change.

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