#i watched the movie and read the book this weekend and those two losers have just actually completely taken over my brain. and i made it

[kiexen]

hello my tumblr followers. i am having a very gay time of it tonight, as you can maybe tell.

#will speaks #i am a Little bit sorry i have just been Stuck on the firstprince tag for a little while #i watched the movie and read the book this weekend and those two losers have just actually completely taken over my brain. and i made it #everyone else's problem. #i am gently holding alexander claremont-diaz he is so so very important to me

[playfulandplatonictickles]

Osmosis Jones and Fem! Reader Insert: Time To Take Yo’ Medicine!

Summary: Reader insert (She/Her)! You’re friends with the germinator himself, Osmosis Jones! You’re feeling a little down from things in life, so the white blood cell takes it upon himself to cheer you up from your troubles. And he knows for a fact that laughter’s the BEST medicine.

In this fic Ozzy is human sized! About 5’9” or so.

Genre: Fluff, humor/bodily humor, comfort, platonic friendship! Tickle fic. Don’t like, don’t read!

Y/N: Your name!

Y/N/N: Nickname!

E/C: Eye color/color of your eyes!

H/C: Color of your hair!

Platonic friend fic!

💙🔬😎👮🏾‍♂️

Y/N had had quite a tough time of it lately.

The world was pretty gray for her this week; Her mother had gotten sick over the weekend and she had been so busy helping her recover that she had a bit of work on her plate when she went back to her science class on Monday. Not to mention a few bullies in there were jealous of her achievements in the topic and picking on her, as she had top grades and was a good student. Biology, anatomy, and the inner workings of life fascinated her, and she hoped to one day go into the field of medicine and health care. After all, a lot can happen on the inside of a body and to a person’s physical, emotional and mental state. She wanted to help those who were suffering. Especially those who couldn’t afford good treatment, and those concerned for their well-being. Those bullies, after class, had rudely knocked her books out of her hands, calling her things like ‘nerd’, ‘science geek’, and even one ‘loser’, because she tried hard to be successful, and didn’t have a lot of friends. Y/N merely glared as she picked up her stuff, and hurried away from them and their mean-spirited chortles and snickers.

When she gets away, her previous brave expression falters. She frowns unhappily, glancing down, then clutches her books to her chest and closes eyes, holding back a few tears. Y/N continues on her way, faking smiles and good spirit for others.

That afternoon...

She was now studying at her dining room table, her mind full but foggy from all the notes she’d taken, her memorizing her flash cards, and oh yeah; it was pretty late that day; And she’d been at this for almost 3 hours. It was 6 PM now. Her E/C eyes were a bit heavy, but she was willing herself to stay awake and finish. Though the test wasn’t until next week, she was determined to get that knowledge into her head. PA school was hard to get into, and only those who were very smart could get in. She sighs and rubs her hand down her face, then suddenly gets a text on her phone. She reads it.

Yo, girl! Off work wit Drix. Can I chill for a while at yo place? If I breathe in his cherry-scented stank in this car any longer, it’ll come outta my own butt! 😤💙😎😉

She smiles in amusement at the joking text, though it was a tired one. Ah, Osmosis Jones. Her good friend. Ozzy, as everyone called him, was her go-to person when she needed a pick-me-up, and the cockiest, grittiest, most stubborn person she’d ever met. But he was also funny, determined, and kind. She related to him a lot, and it felt good to know she wasn’t the only underdog in the world trying to make a difference. He did it every day by catching germs and saving lives. It had been awhile since the two had hung out, because they’d both been so busy. Him with his police work, her with her books and boring lessons.

Maybe she COULD use a break...

She looks to her work, then back to her phone. She returns his reply.

Sure! C’mon over. We’ll watch a movie and I’ll make snacks. :)

After that, he sent back a gif of a gangster pointing finger guns with shades on, and Y/N can’t help but chuckle and shake her head at his silliness. She stands, heading to the kitchen...

A little later...

They were downstairs in the den, snacks scattered on the coffee table a bit messily, but not too bad so she could clean it later and her mother wouldn’t freak out. She picks up a DVD with a smirk. Inside Out. She playfully did this on purpose, as she knew the cop would be annoyed in comedic fashion. He claimed Disney had ‘copied’ the concept of his movie about the human body, but changed it in a ‘sappy kinda way’. He said his had more to it than just emotions, and more action. She stifled a snicker as he groaned a bit and plopped down on the couch with arms laid back against the top part of the couch, feet up carelessly on the coffee table.

“Ah man, Inside Out?! Yer doin’ this just ta torture me, ain’t’cha?”

“Oh come on, it’s not bad. I like the animation, and it’s good that Disney is bringing stuff like health and the body back into the light.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile. Though he complained, she was right about that. Emotional health was just as important as the other types. So Disney got THAT right, at least. And it had some comedy. Anger was fun to laugh at during his explosive moments, too.

“Whateva’...But mine ran so dis one could walk, baby.”

She shook her head slightly with a smile, then took a seat beside him. They watch the movie together, and Ozzy laughed at a few fun scenes, like the nightmare Riley was having about the dead rat and such. He also made little joking comments and criticisms about how emotions are controlled by actual emotion people instead of cells on controls. Y/N, however, was having a bit of a brain fog because of the stress of the week, and despite her watching, she was thinking about all her science stuff in her head. She didn’t crack much of a smile, as the cell slowly begins to notice after a bit. When the part about Riley getting upset and wanting to run away starts, she frowns, now recalling today with those bullies. Ozzy sees the sad expression, then after a bit he finally speaks up, making her jump slightly and look at him. He had his brow slightly raised.

“Ay. You a’ight? Y’look like yer thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ else b’sides th’movie.”

Y/N tucks a strand of H/C hair behind her ear, glancing away. She then smiles at him reassuringly.

“Oh! Uh...I-It’s nothing. Nothing you need to worry about, Ozzy.”

Jones gave a look of concern with his brow going back down, half-annoyed at her telling him not to worry. That smile was a definite fake if he ever saw one. If Y/N wasn’t laughing or even smiling at a Disney movie and his jokes and playful criticism, something HAD to be wrong. He decides to play it cool though, shrugging shoulders and glancing pupils at the screen then back to her.

“Well, ya ain’t laughin’ at the part about th’annoyin’ gum commercial jingle...And ya usually crack up at that. If ya ain’t feelin’ good, I got a reason to worry. S’in the white blood cell job description.”

She looks at him again, then looks to her hands in her lap, nervous. Ozzy waits a sec or two, and when she doesn’t speak, he drops the sass and scoots a bit closer to her, putting his arm around her gently. His voice softens, and takes on a serious tone. He was concerned. No more jokes if she was truly upset.

“Hey. You can talk ta me, Y/N. What’s up? I swear I won’t laugh. Swear on my badge. Tell me anything on that pretty lil’ mind’a yours.”

He then winks, wearing his signature toothy smile.

“Unless it’s about boys. THEN we got a problem, kid.”

Y/N finally let out a chuckle at the joke. She knew Ozzy was protective of her. Kind of like a second dad, or an older brother. And he was stubborn, too; He’d keep asking and poking until he got a straight answer. She sighs.

“Okay, ah...Well, y’know how mom was sick this weekend? I was so busy helping her get better, I kinda forgot to do a bit of homework for class. But my teacher was understanding, which is a relief, but I had to make it up along with studying for a test that’s coming soon...”

She then frowns again, her expression going back to sad, and her pupils going back to the ground.

“And...some classmates of mine haven’t been very nice. I try to ignore them, but...Sometimes they get to me. They say I’m weird for being into science so much and think it’s to be creepy about the body. But it’s not. I really want to help people when they’re hurt or suffering from illness...Physical or not...Plus getting into PA school is REALLY hard. I wonder if they’d even accept me...I’m smart, but, not as smart as someone like Drix…”

As Y/N talked about the bullies, her voice started to crack slightly. And as she finishes, she sniffles, a few tears starting to appear in her E/C orbs. She closes eyelids, a few tears sliding down, and she internally kicks herself for crying in front of him.

She was usually so together. She felt shame burn inside her.

She reaches to wipe her eyes, but the white blood cell beat her to it, drying them with the wrist sleeves of his bomber jacket. She opens her eyes and looks at him as he did this.

He smiled at her. And not one of those large Cheshire Cat ones either, no; This one was one of his rare GENTLE smiles. No teeth showing and his thin lips spread up and curled a bit in genuine care. He then pulls her in for a side hug, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly.

“Aw, Y/N/N baby, don’t’chu pay no mind to those suckas. You’ll be a brilliant docta’ while they sit in their mamas’ basements eatin’ Coco Puffs. They got NOTHIN’ on you, yo’ big brain and your even bigger heart. Yer CRAZY smart, girl. And if Drix were here, he’d agree. You got what it takes ta get in. You’re gonna help folks a lot someday and do amazin’ things. Take it from me.”

Y/N melted a bit into Ozzy’s hug, leaning on his shoulder, and a small smile comes to her face as she returns it. His embraces were always so soft and cozy, almost pillow-like because of his pliable membrane. It was like hugging a comfy water bed. His confidence and kind words made her feel a bit better about her situation. It was so sweet he was showing his rare soft side in her time of need. She looks up at him.

“You really think so?”

He nods and squeezes her gently. After that he holds up a finger and smirks smartly, his normal cocky smile returning, wagging his blue finger in a scolding ‘tsk tsk tsk’ manner.

“I know so, girl! Don’t worry ‘bout a thing! But rememba’, ya gotta take care’a you, too; Your health’s just as important as the rest of us here. Can’t save da people if you killin’ yaself doin’ it.”

Y/N then smirks too, quirking a brow.

“Says the guy who jumped out of a flying helicopter to chase a germ. You should take your own advice, Mister Reckless.”

She gently gives the bridge of his ‘nose’ a tap with a finger. Ozzy blinked then pouted in comedic fashion, then poked her in the side.

“Ay! I just did what I had ta do. And I’m tough as toe nails! Don’t’chu sass me, young lady.”

Y/N squeaked at the poke, giggling a bit. Her reaction amused Ozzy, so he poked her again, getting another squeak, this one a bit louder. She scoots back from him after the second poke.

“Hehehey! Don’t do that!”

His cat-like grin is back completely now, as he reaches for her.

“Whaddaya mean? I’m not doin’ anythin’~!”

She yelps then dodges him quickly, then gets up and tries to make a run for it, giggling a bit.

“Yehehes you are!”

Unfortunately, she didn’t get that far; Ozzy stretched his flexible arm, and he pulls her back to him before she makes it to the stairs. Y/N squeaks again, finding herself in his lap and looking up at his devilishly grinning face. His one hand held her tight, the other raised above her and wiggling fingers at her ‘menacingly’. She curls up a bit on instinct, but was smiling in spite of her position here.

“Ozzy, nohoho!”

He brings his hand down on her stomach sharply, slender fingers scribbling on it. The sensation sent ticklish shocks through her, and she burst into uncontrollable giggles and laughs.

“Eheheheheheheh! Ozzyyy! S-Stop it! Hahahahahahahaha!”

The girl squirmed, aiming a punch at his shoulder. He chuckled. It wasn’t enough to hurt, and he wasn’t gonna pass this opportunity up. After all, making others feel better, whether from sickness OR sadness, was his specialty. She needed some care. No one could resist the ol’ Jones charm!

Plus he could tell from Y/N’s smiling that she was having fun. Not that she’d ever admit it out loud.

“Mm, sorry Y/N! Y’know what they say about laughter. And it’s time you take yo’ medicine!”

After she’d punched him, that left an opening for him to tickle her underarm, and her laughter escalated. This makes the germinator laugh himself. After all, laughter is contagious! And hers was just adorable! He couldn’t help but chuckle deeply along with her.

“Ahahahahahahahaha! C-Cut it out! AH! Hehehehehey!”

Holy spit, this was SO precious! The way she squirmed, writhed and giggled with each little tickle he gave on her abdomen made his nucleus (A cell’s heart!) swell warmly, and her smile was big, cheesy and happy. He was glad he’d found something to make her laugh from her troubles. And he was more so and proud that it was HIM that was doing it! Y/N was his best buddy, besides Drix. Sadness did NOT look good on her. She needed to relax too, from all that BORING studying. He bounced brows at her, smirking with his pearly white teeth playfully as he went back to her tummy, and wiggles a finger against her belly button a sec, making her squeal. He snickers and croons to her with a teasing lilt in his voice, his fingers curved like claws and getting at the middle of her tummy now. When he teases with the tickle talk, his raspy voice goes a pitch higher in silliness. He wanted to enjoy Y/N’s sweet and soulful laughs as much as he could. Without wearing her out too bad, of course! Studying had to have tired her out this week. She needed rest in addition to cheering up.

“N’awww, this is so Frankin’ CUTE! Lookit’chu! You got a bad case’a the giggles here, huh? Don’t’cha?Coochie coochie coo~! Ah’m gonna get’cha, Y/N/N baby! Ah’m gonna get’chuuuu~! Tickle tickle tickle~!”

Y/N laughed even more at his childish teasing, kicking feet as she’s held in place.

“Hahahahahaha!! Sh-Shut up! Hahahaha! You jerk!”

Ozzy fake gasps in surprise, then grinned ‘evilly’ as he tickled with a little more pressure and faster against Y/N’s belly, feigning being delivered a blow emotionally. The goofball.

“Jerk? Oh, that hurts, girl! I’m just cheerin’ ya up a lil’! Makin’ ya laugh, dat’s all!”

“Ahahahagainst my wihihihill!”

He grinned smartly, sneaking his other hand up to tickle the side of her neck cheekily. She hunches shoulders in response, giggling and laughing as she tried to block him out.

“Yeah, but’cher smilin’, ain’t’chu? That means it’s workin’.”

She aims one more punch at his shoulder, a bit harder than the first one, but the girl still wore her bright, happy face despite her trying to be serious.

“Stehehahahahahap! Youhuhuhu big idiot—!”

The cell then decided to pull out the big guns. He rolls her shirt up a little to expose her stomach fully, leaning his face down. His expression was pure evil.

“Uh-oh, you done done it now...”

Y/N’s eyes widen, then she shakes her head violently.

“Jones, no! Don’t you DARE—AAAAAAAAAA!”

Too late. Y/N screams with laughter as he blew a raspberry on her stomach and started nuzzling his goatee on it. Good thing her mom was out right now, otherwise she’d hear this for sure. Her head goes back as he repeats the action again, her legs bolting up and kicking a bit again. Small tears of mirth pricked at her eyes, her cheeks flushed with red.

The whole scene was so heart-warming it would’ve made his archenemy Thrax nauseous if he were still here.

“OH GOHOHOHOHOHOD, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OZZY, NONONONO! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! OHOHOHOKAY!! I GIVE, I GIVE ALREADY!!!”

He stops, admiring his work, grinning at his panting friend happily. She was lit up like the 4th of July, her hair a mess as she wiped her eyes and tried to compose herself. He snerked when she giggled here and there a sec before she calmed, finding it quite endearing. He ruffles her hair proudly, and winks jovially when she sits up. He then proceeds to grasp his jacket collar confidently, brows raised up happily as he puffs out his chest.

“Ayyy, there’s yer smile! Knew I could cure that blues for ya, baby. The germinator is once again vic-tor-i-ous.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle again, then reaches over and messes up his membrane tuft playfully a little, but smiles genuinely and gratefully.

She indeed felt much better after that.

“Yeah, heheh…Guess I needed that...You’re a huge dork. But you’re a great friend, Ozzy. Thanks for cheering me up.”

He yelps as his own hair is messed, him pouting at first as he fixes it. But after her compliment, his expression softens and changes to a crooked smile too, and then he pounds his chest lightly twice with his fist.

“Ay, no prob. I got’chu. Keep ya head up, okay? When ya can’t, come to me. I always got’cher back.”

She smiles warm and big, then hugs him. He’s taken aback a bit by the spirited embrace, giving a small ‘Woop!’, but he then chuckles softly as he returned it, giving her back a few pats and rolls his eyes.

She was mushier than snot, but a real sweet kid.

“Alright, get offa me now…We gonna finish this knockoff ‘er what?”

She laughs at his joke regarding the film this time genuinely. Then they enjoy the last of it, Y/N feeling much better thanks to her caring, funny, and health-concerned friend.

#tickling #osmosis jones #ozzy and drix #tickle fics #platonic tickling #sfw tickling #ITS DONE!!!!! #my fics #fanfiction

[femreader]

Chemoreceptors ➵ Michelle ”MJ” Jones

could i please request some cute flustered mj x reader, maybe mj could be trying to ask them out but she keeps on tripping on her pick up lines and such?

Summary: y/n finally has the guts to ask MJ out, awkwardness ensues

Pairing: Michelle “MJ” Jones x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Words: 1.5k

A/N: I changed it a little bit but, here you go?

MJ watched as you talked with your friends by your locker, gushing about how one of your friends got a date for the prom coming up. She could see you smiling, happy for your friend while shaking your head when asked if you already had a date. It was rather surprising that you didn't’ have one yet, you were one of the most popular kids in the school. MJ was sure the guys were basically throwing themselves at you. Unlike most of the annoying people who she had to endure eight hours for five days a week, you were actually pretty cool. The “popularity” hadn’t gotten to your head, yet anyway.

“Stop drooling, you look a little creepy”, Peter Parker slid beside her, bumping into the locker next to MJs. He literally was wearing one of those shoes with rollers on the bottom.

MJ rolled her eyes at him and closed her locker after taking out the necessary books. She briefly wiped the corner of her mouth with her sleeve to make sure she wasn’t actually drooling.

Peter glanced at Y/N who was with her friends and wiggled his eyebrows.

“She doesn’t have a date yet”, he nudged MJ.

“I know”, she answered, annoyed where this conversation was headed already. “Why do you even care?” Her eyebrows furrowed together.

You said goodbyes to your friends and decided to head towards your chem class, passing MJ and Peter. She awkwardly smiled when you greeted her briefly and continued on with your way. MJ looked at Peter warningly when he turned back to her with a smug look.

“MJ’s got a crush--”

“I will hit you with a chair”, MJ said pointedly just as the class bell rang. Peter chuckled at his own sing-song joke, resting his hands on the straps of his back bag.

”Just ask her out man”, he said, looking up at her. ”What’s the worst that could happen?"

”Uh, first of all, you don't get to have any say in this”, MJ mused out loud, knowing just how dead and miserable Parker’s love life was and how he channeled it through other people's business. ”Second, I don’t even care.”

”Pfft, sure”, Peter mumbled, scratching the back of his neck while following her to class.

You were sitting in the cafeteria, talking with few friends of yours about the upcoming algebra exam when Peter Parker slid into your conversation. He plopped down beside you, scaring the life out of you.

”Hi”, you smiled confusedly. You weren’t quite sure what he wanted from you as you weren't too familiar, but his awkwardness was adorable. It made your friends giggle a little.

”Uh, hi okay so a quick survey”, Peter began making random patterns on the table while talking. ”If there happened to be an intelligent girl--woman! An intelligent woman, who's also rather cute but won't admit to anyone because the patriarchy sucks and we all eventually die and happened to also like dogs”, he nodded towards your phone where your cousin’s dog was as your lock screen.

”Like what would be her chances... with you?” He squinted his eyes at you, while yours were wide open.

”Peter, are you talking about MJ?” You freaked a little. You had no idea she might have liked you, you thought you always looked too girly and one of those bimbos in her eyes. Plus you always were so awkward when talking with her. Well, those rare times you got to talk with her. Like that one time the last December before Christmas break, you had complained about the homework in the bathroom while she had stayed mostly quiet.

Peter’s eyes went wide and his mouth opened and closed rapidly like he was a fish. ”I—uh, no! No, not MJ, definitely not—”

”Peter, it’s fine”, You chuckled, still a little overwhelmed by the new found information. Your friends nudged you teasingly, you just shook your head at them. ”I... I kinda like her too. If she likes me, that is.”

”She does!” Peter caught himself saying a bit too loud and he immediately lowered his voice. You bit your lip from excitement. ”I mean, she does... she’s just really bad at talking with people, who's not me.”

”You could see her after school”, one of your friends proposed. You looked at them in thought.

”We have cheer exercise though.”

”After that, behind the bleachers”, your other friend offered. ”I mean that’s where everyone makes out so you’d totally have all the privacy.” The thought made your cheeks heat up a quite bit.

You rolled your lips together in thought before nodding and turning to Peter. ”Can I have her phone number?” The boy scrambled through his pockets to get his phone, nodding feverishly at the same time.

”Hey it’s Y/N, can you see me after school by the bleachers?”

MJ had been pretty sure she had accidentally inhaled something poisonous in chem class when she got the message from you. And When MJ asked Peter how you had even gotten her number, he just shrugged his shoulders the tips of his ears bright red.

”I swear to god if you said anything stupid—”

”I don’t know what you’re talking about, I have to go, Aunt May’s waiting bye!” Peter word vomited after their last class and darted out of the room, leaving MJ deal with the mess by herself. She put the hood over her head and read your text again, not sure what to say so she ended up answering okay.

She grimaced a little how blunt it sounded.

Outside was warm, the summer was quickly approaching with the help of climate change. MJ didn't necessarily dislike the heat, in the summer, she just didn't like the fact that she couldn't seek comfort from her hoodies and long-sleeved clothing anymore.

She had almost forgotten how nervous she was until she saw you, already in your cheer uniform, hair out of your face. You had this gleeful grin on your face you usually had when the cafeteria had your favorite lunch or when you were talking about your weekend plans with your friends. And now it was directed to her!

MJ awkwardly brushed the hair strand in front of her face, glancing around if anyone was at the field yet to see you two. There wasn't anyone.

”Hi”, you breathed out. MJ felt her heart hammer in her chest. She felt like if she opened her mouth to speak she’d accidentally blurt out everything she was thinking.

”So”, you continued when MJ stayed silent, standing there with her hands fiddling by her sides. ”Peter gave me your number”, you began, chuckling when MJ rolled her eyes a little. She made a mental note to sack that loser... or maybe thank him, depending on what this was about.

“Are you going, to the dance?” She asked, wanting to fill the awkward silence. You were a little taken aback by the sudden question, smiling a little baffled.

“Uh, no”, you shook your head. MJ raised her eyebrows a little surprised. She was sure out of everyone you’d go. You probably had a line of guys ready to take you out from the drop of the hat.

“I don’t really like big crowds”, you admitted sheepishly. “And you?”

MJ had been staring at your lips for a second. “Oh, no—I don’t—“ she began stuttering and falling over her words. You nodded understanding her nonetheless. Meanwhile, MJ was cursing herself inside her head for suddenly turning into such a toddler.

“I was thinking”, you began, eyes darting all around you two, too nervous to look at MJ. “And you can totally say no, but like... there’s this apocalypse movie coming up. Well, the first show is on the dance night to be exact and I thought if you’d like to go and see it? With... me..?” You dared to look up at MJ, whose mouth was hanging a little bit open. Normally you would have joked about it, had you not been feeling like throwing up your lunch from the agonizing nervousness.

”I uh—” stupid brain, for once work! MJ stuttered, looking at you like a deer in the headlights because there was no chance that she was being asked out right now? By you of all people. How did people usually react to this? Like, do they nod? Say just yes? Yes seems too plain and stupid.

”Does—does insects have chemoreceptors for taste on their legs?” She clicked her fingers into the universal finger gun motion, awkwardly bouncing on her heels. You furrowed your eyebrows a little in confusion.

”Yes?” You had no idea, but you sure hoped it was the right answer.

”Yeah! Yeah, they do. It’s—It’s actually the hairs... on-on the legs...” MJ kicked herself mentally from the ramble not realizing how adorable you found it to be. She scratched her neck, glancing up into the sky. What would be the odds of lightning striking down st her right now?

”Well, I have to go to practice”, you said, your voice accompanied by a disappointed sigh. ”But I’ll text you after. "Is that... cool?” you awkwardly offered, trying to stop the grin spreading too wide on your face and scaring the girl away.

MJ nodded, barely managing to speak before you already had to go to the field. She watched as you jogged away, hands in her hoodie pockets. Once she was sure she was alone she punched the air slightly.

"Yes", she exclaimed under her breath before turning around to walk back to the school bulding. At least she now had something to think about during her detention.

#mj x reader #mj x you #zendaya

[ur-not-reddie]

I have a request!

So, the losers all go to a cabin for the weekend, they’re all like NO BANGING GUYS, Mikes family owns it or something. Richie and Eddie have been together for a while, and the losers know, but Richie and Eddie are SUPER private. Like, one time Ben caught them kiss, but that’s it. Richie gets jealous because some cashier or something was flirting with Eddie. Eddie’s like “you know what Richie whatever” and he tries to ignore Richie, but Richie makes it very difficult (yknow, yknow). They end up fucking and whoever’s bedroom is next to theirs can hear them, and Eddie limps out the next morning all covered in hickies and everyone’s like sheesh what the fuck happened.

a/n: for context, this takes places after their first year in college and going back to derry that summer to meet up with the rest of the losers again :)

word count: 2.1k

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All the Losers pull up to the cabin that Mike’s family is letting them use for the weekend. They all climb out of their cars, grabbing all of their belongings, bringing them inside as they all stumble through the front door. Everyone starts to look around, taking in the scenery.

“Before we get settled,” Mike says, getting everyone’s attention. “There are a few rules.” 

“Rules?” Richie asks in a mocking type of tone. 

“Yes, rules.” Mike says sweetly, flashing a genuine smile before explaining. “They’re fairly simple: clean up after yourselves, don’t ruin anything,” Mike glances quickly at Richie. “And lastly, no banging or hooking up!” Richie and Eddie exchange looks, a look that says ‘challenge accepted’. 

The Losers all grab their belongings and split off into separate rooms. Mike in the main front bedroom, Beverly and Ben in one room, Stan and Bill in the other, while Richie and Eddie take the last back bedroom. Eddie opens the door, Richie following in after him. Richie shuts the door, snaking his arms from behind Eddie and pulling him close. 

“Eds,” Richie whispers in Eddie’s ear, pressing soft kisses to the back of his neck. Eddie closes his eyes, letting out a pleased hum as he leans back into Richie. Eddie’s about to lose himself in Richie's touch when Mike’s words start ringing in his ears. 

“Richie, we can’t.” Eddie says as he gets out of Richie’s warm embrace and turns to face him. “Remember what Mike said?” 

“Oh, I remember.” Richie smirks as he grabs at Eddie’s hips, pulling him close again. “That doesn’t mean I’ll follow them.” 

“I know, because you never do.” Eddie gives a soft laugh as he backs up again, heading to the door. “But later…” he winks terribly as he exits the room. Richie rolls his eyes playfully, shaking his head as his mind wanders off to all the things he wants to do with Eddie while following after him. 

They meet the rest of the Losers in the living room where they’re watching a scary movie while eating homemade pizza and sitting by the fireplace. Richie and Eddie grab plates, getting slices of their own and joining the others who are sitting on the floor. And Eddie, who’s the most scared, occasionally jumps, hiding his face in Richie’s arm. Richie so badly wants to put his arm around Eddie, hold him tightly as he tells him it’s all fake and just a movie, but Richie refrains. 

The thing is with these two is that they are secretly together even though it’s not so much of a secret to the others. They’re such a tight knit group, and they know each other so well that they can read each other like a paperback book. Thankfully, they’re all respectable and don’t pressure Richie and Eddie to come out. 

After the movie is over, they all take care of their dishes, help clean the kitchen before they all split off into their rooms. Richie grabs at Eddie, pushing his back into the wall as he traps Eddie’s lips with his own in a needy kiss. Eddie kisses back, standing up on his tiptoes, entangling his fingers in Richie’s thick, dark hair. Richie then slips his tongue inside Eddie’s mouth, exploring a little harshly.

“R-Rich,” Eddie says against Richie’s lips, giggling as he breaks the kiss. “What’s gotten into you?” Eddie lets out a few more giggles. 

“What do you mean? I just want you like always.” Richie smirks with a purr.

“I know, but it’s more than usual.” Eddie says, eyes going wide as he realizes how that could possibly be taken the wrong way. “I don’t mind it, trust me, I really don’t.” Eddie bats his eyes at the other. Richie sighs, his smirk slightly fading. 

“It’s just, before we came here, I saw the cashier looking you all up and down like you’re some fucking three course meal!” Richie exhales heavily in frustration, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Richie,” Eddie can’t help but let out even more giggles. “It means nothing. I like you and I want you... In every way all the time.” Eddie runs his hands over Richie’s clothed chest. “Those other people can look at me however they want, but I only see you.” Eddie says sincerely. 

“Fuck,” Richie exhales as he cups Eddie’s face, smashing their lips back together. Eddie lets out a surprised squeak, but kisses back just as intensely. 

Richie picks Eddie up and lays him down on the bed, settling between Eddie’s legs as he hovers over him. He keeps the kiss intense, exploring a bit more before Richie starts kissing along Eddie’s jaw and down his neck. Eddie lets heavy sighs escape past his swollen lips, tilting his head to the side as Richie slides his hands under Eddie’s shirt. He takes it off of Eddie and lets it fall to the floor as he starts sucking dark bruises along Eddie’s neck and collarbones. 

“Oh god, Richie.” Eddie lets out a deep moan, covering his mouth with his hand as he keeps thinking of the rules that Mike talked about. 

“I’m hardly touching you, baby. Just kissing and sucking and you’re acting like a bitch in heat.” Richie teases with a growl, his already dark eyes growing even darker with lust. Eddie’s cheeks burn bright red, his eyes shifting downcast for a second, then meeting Richie’s gaze again. 

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says sheepishly causing Richie to chuckle. 

“Don’t be sorry, baby, I love how desperate you get for me.” Richie kisses at Eddie’s lower belly, still keeping eye contact with him. He then takes off his own shirt before popping the button on Eddie’s jeans and slowly. 

“Please,” Eddie begs. “Please don’t tease me.” Eddie lets out a whimper. 

“Alright, baby, I won’t.” Richie hums honestly as he slides Eddie’s jeans off of his legs and lastly his boxers. “So stunning,” Richie exhales, he never fails to compliment Eddie; never failing to make him feel as good as possible. 

“No, no, I can’t be the only one who’s naked.” Eddie raises an eyebrow, giving Richie a testing look. Richie hums, also raising an eyebrow as he finishes undressing. 

“Hands and knees,” Richie orders gently. Eddie does as told, leaning down to press the side of his face against the mattress. 

Richie runs his hands softly over Eddie’s ass, massaging and squeezing gently. Eddie closes his eyes, smiling at the soft actions. Richie repeats this for a bit before suddenly spreading his ass wide open and licking a slow stripe at his entrance, Eddie letting out a surprised and loud squeal. 

“Wow, baby.” Richie chuckles. 

“I… I wasn’t expecting that.” Eddie’s words are muffled, burying his whole face in the pillows, feeling way past embarrassed. 

“I know, we haven’t done this in a while, huh?” Richie smirks, making Eddie uncover his face. “I want to see your beautiful face twist and turn as I eat you out,” 

Richie spreads Eddie’s legs more, making him all wide and open before he licks back at Eddie’s hole. Eddie bites down on the pillow, gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white. Richie then starts to swirl his around, occasionally poking his tongue inside. 

“Rich!” Eddie’s moans are muffled, Richie growling, grabbing the pillow and throwing it to the floor. 

“I want to fucking hear you!” Richie growls louder, smacking Eddie’s ass harshly, causing him to squeak. Richie then starts working his tongue harder and faster, making Eddie anything but quiet. “That’s it, good boy.” Richie pulls back, sucking in his fingers briefly before sliding one inside of Eddie. 

“O-oh fuck!” Eddie mewls, eyes rolling in the back of his head. Richie pumps his finger slowly at first but is not satisfied when Eddie hushes his sounds, so Richie picks up the pace and adds a second finger. 

“Richie! Richie, please!” Eddie’s voice quivers, nearly in tears as his cock is leaking desperately. 

“Please what?” Richie asks in faux innocence. 

“Oh, fuck you! You know what I want!” Eddie groans in frustration as he turns over and lays on his back to face Richie. 

“God, you’re pushing it. You’re lucky we’re at where we’re at or you’d so be punished.” Richie’s eyes narrow down at the other. 

“Oh we truly are lucky, aren’t we?” Eddie keeps testing the water, trying his best to hold back his devious smile. 

“That’s it,” Richie says, grabbing Eddie’s ankles and pulling him down, Richie having Eddie wrap his legs around his waist. “When we get back home, you are in major trouble.” 

Eddie lets out a nervous laugh, knowing he is in absolute trouble when they do get back home, but he doesn’t show it. Instead, he cups Richie’s face and brings him down with a rough kiss, Richie returning the action as he teases his cock against Eddie’s aching hole before pushing all the way in. Eddie breaks the kiss, gasping as he throws his head back, back arching as he digs his nails into Richie’s shoulders. 

Richie thrusts at a rapid and somewhat aggressive pace. He pins Eddie’s hips to the mattress as the tip of his cock rubs against his prostate causing Eddie to be anything but quiet. Eddie opens his eyes, panting heavily as he scrapes his nails down Richie’s back, Richie hissing in gratification. 

“Are you going to cum?” Richie asks in a low, husky tone that sends shivers down Eddie’s spine. 

“Yes! Please, please?” Eddie whines, eyes starting to glaze over. 

“Go ahead, baby, cum for me!” Richie demands, grabbing Eddie’s dick and pumping him in the same rhythm as the thrusts, Eddie cumming almost immediately, hole tightening around Richie’s length, causing Richie to cum inside of Eddie uncontrollably. “Fuck,” Richie moans, exhaling a shaky breath, heart punching at his chest. “That was so fucking good.” Richie whispers as he rests his forehead against Eddie’s. 

“It really was,” Eddie smiles, giving Richie an eskimo kiss. “Am I… Am I still in trouble when we get back home?” Eddie asks, batting his eyes, hoping Richie changed his mind. 

“Oh, most definitely.” Richie smirks and pulls out of Eddie, both cleaning themselves up before cuddling up into each other and falling asleep. 

The next morning, Richie is the first one awake. He turns over, looking at Eddie and smiling, thinking Eddie resembles a soft angel, although he would probably never tell him that. Richie grabs gently at Eddie, pulling him close to his body. “Good morning,” Richie greets in a sing-song type tone. Eddie shifts around, mumbling sleepily, eventually waking up. 

“Good morning,” Eddie says back, giving him a weak and tired smile back. 

“How’d you sleep?” Richie asks, raising a hand up to Eddie’s cheek, his thumb stroking gently. 

“Like a rock,” Eddie stretches and yawns. “How about you?” 

“Also like a rock,” Richie stretches well, before sitting both of them up. “We should get dressed and head out for breakfast, I think everyone else is in the kitchen.” 

“Okay,” Eddie says as he gives another yawn and stands up, taking a step and noticing how sore he is. He starts to get dressed, throwing on a clean shirt and a pair of sweats before looking at himself in the mirror, noticing that his neck is covered in hickeys. “God dammit, Richie!” Eddie raises his voice, running his fingers softly over the bruises. 

“Whaaaat?” Richie chuckles, standing behind Eddie and pressing small kisses to the top of his head. “Let’s go eat,” Richie says as he also throws on some comfy clothes. Eddie starts walking to the door, having a slight limp with how sore he is. 

“I’m going to need your sweatshirt, I don’t want them to see…” Eddie turns to face Richie, giving him puppy-dog eyes. 

“Of course,” Richie smiles as he grabs Eddie’s favorite hoodie of his. Eddie grins, taking it happily and throwing it on, covering his hickeys almost perfectly. “Okay,” Richie kisses Eddie’s head again before they walk out the door and into the kitchen. 

The rest of the Losers are in the kitchen, conversing until they see the two walk in, the chatter ceasing. They notice that Eddie is wearing Richie’s sweatshirt and limping, but they decide not to comment on it. They all know Richie and Eddie are together, but don’t pressure them to talk about it, they want the two to tell them on their own terms. The other’s greet the two, grab plates and start dishing up breakfast. That’s when Stan pulls Richie aside into another room, smacking him hard upside the head. 

“What the fuck, Stan?!” Richie raises his voice, rubbing the back of his head. 

“I could not sleep all night because of you two!” Stan groans. “All I heard was Eddie moaning and the headboard banging against the wall,” Stan rubs his temples in mere disappointment. “Look, I won’t say anything to anyone. Just, for the love of-” Stan cuts himself off. “Just please, follow the rules at least sometimes?” Richie laughs at Stan’s request and heads back out into the kitchen, joining everyone else again as they enjoy the rest of their time at the cabin.

#reddie #reddie fanfiction #reddie fic #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #top!richie #bottom!eddie #the losers club #losers club #losers club fanfic #losers club fanfiction #it 2019 #it fanfic #it stephen king

[daydreamingintheimpalax]

Global Warming

Prompt: “You must be the reason for global warming because you’re hot.” “Actually, it’s primarily because of too much carbon dioxide in the atmosphere.”

Warnings: Um, cuteness, I think that's about it lol

Dean X Reader, Highschool AU. 

Just a cute random fic. Some Nervous Dean because it's nice to see him out of his element once in a while xD

Dean sat at the library table across from his brother, he was supposed to be studying for his English test but he couldn't help but get distracted. You were sitting a few tables away, concentrated hard on your work, biting your lip once in a while when you wrote something down. 

He'd been crushing on you ever since they stopped in this town a few months ago and he'd seen you that first week in the halls. Your locker wasn't far from his and you definitely weren't the type he normally went for but he couldn't help himself, you were gorgeous, smart, and way out of his league. 

Despite his brothers faith in him, Dean really didn't consider himself smart, he hardly paid attention in school and he hated sitting in a desk all day, but if you asked him to fix something, he'd have in done in ten minutes flat, Sam had always been the book smart type, Dean considered himself better with his hands. He learned by doing and he felt he wasn't good enough to catch the attention of someone like you. 

You were hella smart, maybe even more than his little brother, you were on the honor roll, and Dean didn't know if he'd even be in this town long enough to even pursue something with you, he knew you wouldn't be a fling type of girl, girls like you, they were for guys who could promise a commitment, a future, with all the moving around they did, Dean knew it was a long shot, but he had to at least talk to you, if he could cough up the nerve to try. Why the hell did you make him so nervous? He'd flirted with plenty of women, bedded a lot too, but you seemed to be the only girl that made him second guess his own charm. 

“Will you just go talk to her, I can't concentrate on my homework with you gawking at her like a dumbass.” Sam sighs, rolling his eyes. Dean shoots him a look, before whispering out. 

“And say what Sammy huh?” He begins to talk in a mock voice. “Oh hey y/n, whatcha reading? Oh physics that sounds so interesting! I know nothing about that subject!” He whisper shouts, rolling his eyes. “She’s out of my league man, and I’ll admit that I don't know what to say to her, I'm not in my element with her, she's too smart for me.” He shrugs and Sam Huff's at his brothers sudden lack of confidence. 

“She’s actually pretty cool, she doesn't judge, just go up and say hi, make some conversation, you're good with girls.” Sam shrugs. 

“Yeah, girls who are airheads, give em a cheesy pick up line and they're all giggly and squealy. I highly doubt y/n will be that easy.” Dean scratches the back of his neck, he watches as you get up, picking another book of the shelf. You bite down on your pencil before sitting back at your spot, you look around for a second and catch his eye, you give him a soft smile and he turns back to Sam, why the hell is he being so ridiculous. 

“Just go, go talk to her. You'll be fine.” Sam gives his brother a shove, nearly pushing him off his chair. Dean clears his throat, standing up and making sure the collar of his shirt looks okay. He makes his way over to you and you don't quite look away from your book. 

Before he can stop himself, the stupidity flows through his mouth before he can acknowledge what the fuck he just said. He's such a fucking dumbass. 

Dean Winchester was the hottest guy in your grade, you'd be lying if you didn't think so, every girl in senior grade thought so. He was hot, funny, smarter than he looked and though he wasn't the most studious, you couldn't help admire him from afar. Guys like him didn't pay attention to you. 

He'd been sitting with his brother for the last hour and sometimes you could feel him looking over at you. Maybe he needed help with his homework, most of the jocks in school would try to pay you for help, or more so, to do the work for them. You declined Everytime and you weren't about to change that for Dean, no matter how pretty his smile was. 

You picked another book off the shelf, trying to find more info for your physics paper, it was due in two weeks and you wanted to be as well read as possible, as you head back to your table you make eye contact with the older Winchester, you smile shyly and he turns so quick you would've thought he snapped his neck. Of course, guys like him don't pay attention to you. 

You decide to just ignore it, going back to your paper and before you know what's happening he's standing at your table. You refuse to look up, worried you might turn a bright shade of red that you'd never recover from. You barely notice when he speaks, lost in your own thoughts.

“You must be the reason for global warming because you’re hot.” He speaks, and you look up to see he's slightly unsure of himself. Before you can even realize what you're saying you pipe up.

“Actually, it’s primarily because of too much carbon dioxide in the atmosphere.” You frown, watching as a confused look crosses his face. He had no idea what you just said.

You mentally kicked yourself,  now he was never going to fucking talk to you ever again. Why the fuck did you have to be such a loser all the time. You look back down at your book, embarrassed at the fact you just basically shot down his pick up line. Was he flirting? You never could tell if guys were flirting or trying to get you to do their homework. That's the only time guys this hot spoke to you after all.

He chuckles, biting his lip and it has you blushing deeply. He taps his knuckles softly on the table before speaking again. 

“You're not very good at this flirting thing are you?” He asks and you look up at him, putting your pencil behind your ear. 

“Oh, is that what you were doing? Sorry. I'm not used to guys flirting with me unless they want their homework done.” You shrug, standing to put one of your books back. He follows, staying a decent amount of distance away, but close enough to make you shiver. 

“Really? That's a shame, you're beautiful, you deserve to be flirted with.” He smiles, you meet his eyes and raise an eyebrow. “Do you want something? I kinda have a paper due and I need to focus on my research.” You speak softly. 

Dean clears his throat nervously but speaks up, finally getting the right words out. “I uh, I was wondering if you were busy this weekend? There's some movies playing at the drive in, I thought I could take you to one.” He half shrugs and you see he's slightly nervous. Why would Dean Winchester be nervous. 

“That’s where all the jocks and cheerleaders go to have sex.” You raise an eyebrow and Dean blushes, he's actually blushing.

 “I can promise you there will be no sex, I just want to take you out, you know, on a, a date.” He huffs out a breathy chuckle. “I mean, unless you want to have sex, which is fine too, but if not that's cool, we can go to an arcade instead, do you like games...i’m pretty good at pool, and um air hockey or we can go bowling if you prefer, totally your choice..” He rambles and your eyes go wide. 

“Oh my God Winchester shut up! Are you always this chatty?” You ask, amused at the fact this hot guy is a complete nervous wreck. He stops, swallows and then smiles. 

“Sorry, you kinda um, you make me nervous.” He shrugs, no shame admitting it. You frown, “Me? Why? You're Dean Winchester, you can have any girl you want, infact, I'm pretty sure you can have any girl in our senior glass easily.” You laugh, tucking your hair behind you ear. 

He shrugs, smiling sweetly at you, “I don't want easy, I like you, and you're way out of my league and it makes me nervous, but I like you, and I want to take you on a date.” He stands there, hands tucked into his pockets. 

“You really think I'm out of your league? I mean, if anything I'm the one who's nowhere near your league, you could do so much better.” You shrug, not believing he thinks your out of his league, that's funny.

He shakes his head, frowning, “No, I can't. You're smart, pretty, kind, and those are good qualities, not every girl can offer all those at once, I like that you're more than just some airhead cheerleader, I like a girl who can offer good conversation.” He smiles and you smirk at him. 

“There’a a good chance if you take me out, I'll talk your ear off, and I'm not promising to have sex with you.” You raise and eyebrow and he smiles widely. 

“I’m not expecting you to. If you want to talk, talk, I'll happily listen to anything you say.” He nibbles on his own lip, a slight red tint to his cheeks. 

You let out a huff of breath, “Alright Winchester, Drive in sounds good, I’m free tomorrow after 5 pm.” You look up from your book, looking at him from under your lashes.

He smiles, nodding and running a hand over his face. “Okay, yeah, yes, that works, I can work with that, I'll uh, I'll pick you up around 6, we can get some burgers first.” He nods, smiling when you give him a nod, letting him know you agree. 

You watch as he says he'll see you tomorrow and walks back to his table where his little brother still sits, you chuckle when he suddenly forgets you're still there and high gives his brother. The younger boy rolling his eyes and his brothers excitement. 

You and a date with Dean Winchester, and you had no idea what the hell to wear. 

#Dean X Reader #Dean Winchester X Reader

[staywritten]

Coffee Time│Yang Jeongin

Synopsis: Jeongin has been trying to work the nerve to ask you out for about a month, maybe today’s the day

Genre: fluff, fluff, and more fluff. Barista!Reader

Count: 1k

It was like clockwork. 

Every single day your cute mystery boy would come in at 2pm. You’d get to watch him come up to the counter and shyly order, then sit at the corner table with his laptop as he drank his large ice americano. The coffee shop you worked at was on the outskirts of town, surrounded by a dozen other popular cafe’s, which made for a pretty empty afternoon. But he was the warm ray of sunshine that always brightened up your day. 

Jeongin, was his name. 

On the weekdays he was usually out within thirty minutes, but during the weekends he’d spend an hour or two there. On the days he did stay he would be watching a movie on his laptop, always making sure to turn it toward you see you can see and read the subtitles from the counter. it was simple, but you cherished it. 

Other times he’d bring his school work, and it was so cute when he’d get stuck because he’d just chew on his pencil nervously. He’d never ask for help but he had a tendency of just looking around vacantly when he was confused and since you were never busy you’d always offer to help. 

And on occasion he’d just bring a book, he’d flip through the first few pages but always ended up singing to himself. And when he did that you’d turn down the speaker just to hear his sweet voice. 

He was undeniably charming. Those gorgeous dimples, his handsome cheekbones, his sexy Busan accent that’d slip out when he got excited and your favorite feature, how his eyes would disappear like a Fennec fox when he smiled or laughed.

You didn’t spend a lot of time together, but it was just enough. 

Enough to miss him when he wasn’t there. You leaned against the counter, resting your head on your hand wondering if the bad weather was keeping him away. It was almost thirty minutes past the hour and he still hadn’t shown. It’d been a solid month and he was always on time. Your frown deepened as you gazed at the door. 

“Maybe he’s not coming today” your coworker, Minho laughed while wiping the counter.

“Don’t say that” you whined. 

He scoffed. “Ah yes, I’d hate for you to miss a day of flirting where he comes in and he’s like ‘Oh I’ll have an ice’, and then you interrupt him by saying ‘ice americano’ like it’s a surprise because the dude only orders one thing and you both laugh awkwardly and get all red and shit” his tone mocking as he rolled his eyes. “You guys flirt like awkward middle schoolers. Like there’s no one here, make a move, ask him out, do something.”

“Hey!” you groaned. “We’re not that awkward”

“The most exciting thing that’s happened was when you both reached for a napkin. That was practically foreplay for you wasn’t it?”

“You’re disgusting” you crossed your arms over your chest defensively. “And besides Minho, I don’t even know if he’s interested in me”

“Ok first off, our coffee fucking sucks. Have you ever wondered why there’s literally no one here?” he gestured to the empty cafe. “And secondly, remember that one time I worked register because you were organizing coffee in the back? Well he just stood there, looking around until you came to the front” he groaned. “Like he doesn’t even have to order, we know what he wants”

“Large iced americano” you chimed

“No idiot, he wants you”

“Apparently not because he’s not here” you frowned.  

The whole day came and went and your cute stranger never came. You and Minho were cleaning, preparing to close when the door swung open. Minho pushed the mop around the floor, not bothering to look back. “We’re closed, I already cleaned the coffee machine but there’s a cafe across the street that closes in twenty minu-” he looked over his shoulder and smirked. “Oh well well well. Lover boy”

“Hey…” Jeongin waived awkwardly. “Is…” he stopped himself losing his nerves. Honestly, the whole day was him losing his nerves. He told himself that he if didn’t ask you out today then he should stop coming here since it had been an entire month and he hadn’t made much progress. 

His nerves got the best of him this afternoon and he flaked, especially since he didn’t want to ask you out while you were on the clock. That was borderline on harassment. But off the clock, you could at least feel free to reject him properly. 

“Here to ask out the coffee house princess?” Minho teased, wiggling his eyebrows. “Here take some advice from your neighborhood Hyung’ he touched his chest proudly. “You can’t beat around the bush, you gotta just go for it. Be sure of yourself” he winked “And use protection”

“I was just gonna ask her out for dinner” Jeongin’s eyes widened, flustered at the sudden teasing. “But she’s just so pretty and every time I look at her I just…” he sighed covering the growing redness on his face. 

“Come on, you came all the way here, trust me she wants to go out with you.”

“Minho can you help me with-” you stopped when you walked out from the back and looked back and forth between the two of them. “Jeongin hi” you smiled waiving “Wait-He didn’t say anything weird did he?”

“No…Kinda...but not really” Jeongin fiddled with his sleeves, shyly avoiding eye contact with you because he knew he couldn’t do it without blushing.

“Of course I didn’t” Minho scoffed, feigning offense “Have some faith in me” he clapped “I’m gonna finish closing you can go”

“Really?” you eyed him suspiciously. “Why are you being nice.”

“I’m always nice” he grinned “Besides Jeongin, wanted to talk to you” he gently gave him a pat on the back “Didn’t you, Kid?”

“You did?” slipped off your apron, the grin growing on your face. “What’s up?” you grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. 

“Would you like to grab dinner?”

“I’d love that…”

As the two of you had a delicious dinner and were winding down for the night. You were almost surprised by how comfortable you were with him. It didn’t feel like a first date, and maybe it’s because you’d known him for a month.

Maybe it’s because you were so comfortable with him you didn’t feel pressure when you caught yourself giving him flirty little looks. He made it know that the attraction was mutual, and you weren’t just pining for him.

Jeongin took another bite of the brownie cake, and a bit of the frosting grazed his cheek. He licked some off of his lip, but there was just the tiniest amount that lingered.

You leaned across the table wiping the whipped cream off his cheek. “You made a mess” you smirked, licking the excess off your thumb.

He smirked taking your hand and bringing it back to his lips “And you missed a spot” his tongue darted out to lick the pad of your thumb making you blush. How dare he? How could he flip your flirty move into his? And now you were flustered, turned on, and excited all in one go.

You pulled your hand back pouting, refusing to lose to him and trying to think of your next move when he shyly looked at you from behind his beer bottle. Was this seriously the same kid from a second ago? Because suddenly he looked so shy. “Can I confess something?”

“Should I be scared?” you quirked a brow. 

“No…” his eyes wandered “I like you a lot, and I wanna see you again...like regularly, but not like a customer/employee thing but more like a dating thing...if you’re interested”

“I like you too” you grinned. “That was a really cute confession” 

He laughed nervously. “I kinda have one more confession…” you looked up at him expectantly. “I actually hate coffee...like a lot.” he sighed “Ice americano taste like dirt and water”

“Oh my god” you laughed, holding your stomach and throwing your head back “I’m gonna cry” you giggled, wiping the tiny tears that pricked your eyes. “You ordered the same thing every day, why didn’t you just order something else?”

“Alright well since I’m confessing, I was passing the cafe by chance because I had a group project and the kid lived over here and well...I saw you from the window and honestly, I don’t know who I thought I was when I walked in there trying to get your number” he fiddled with the beer bottle. “I got nervous and just ordered the americano because it was the only coffee drink I knew...I don’t even drink it, I tried and like I sip it and stuff but it’s just so bitter" he stuck his tongue out in disgust just thinking about it. “And..the cafe’s actually pretty far from my house so I had to commute”

“Jeongin you come everyday!” your eyes widened as you laughed. 

“I figured if I asked out suddenly that would be really weird so I thought if I became a regular then maybe I stood a chance...and even though I failed and didn’t ask you out I liked hanging out there” he groaned covering his face. “I’m a loser aren’t I?”

“You’re so cute, what am I gonna do?” you laughed. “You’re seriously so cute”  

He peaked at you through his fingers. “I haven’t blown it?”

“Not at all” You gently grabbed his hand “Don’t hide your handsome face, I wanna see you~” you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Any other confessions?”

“I really want to kiss you right now”

“Then please do” you smiled as he leaned in across the table, pressing his lips into yours for a sweet chaste kiss. You could feel his smile against your mouth as he pecked you a few more times. “Jeongin..?”

“Hm?” he pulled back, gazing at your dreamily.

“You got whipped cream on your shirt” you giggled, pointing out the stain on his button-up, before handing a few napkins to him. He may not have been the smoothest guy, but he didn’t need to be to make your heart flutter. 

End.

Fluffy Jeongin because I love this sweet boy >///<

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I wanted to first acknowledge and send love and support to the trans community and everyone who marched today at the trans march in Washington. [applause] There is an epidemic of murders of black trans women, this is a crisis that needs to be seen and heard and acknowledged by the highest levels of power and influence in this country and around the world. 

 [applause] 

I wanna start by thanking my friends and brilliant castmates who came and did this for me for their beautiful words, um, I’m beyond touched, I really am. Even if those words and their appearance here tonight were built into their Schitt's Creek contracts. By me. Nevertheless, I am thrilled to be up here to be accepting this award in your contractually obligated company. In all seriousness, I love you all very much and thank you so much for doing this for me, I don't… this is tough. I am very honored to have you all up here tonight. 

 Noah, thank you so much for the character of Patrick and bringing him to life with such heart and skill and compassion. 

I want to thank GLAAD and Sarah Kate Ellis for this incredible honor, um, we’re Canadian so we don't accept things like this well.Standing up here, it's hard not to think back to a very specific time in my life when I was still in the closet. I was in high school, I had a bad faux hawk because the first Mission Impossible movie had come out and I thought Tom Cruise was a real drink of water. Um, when I was falling in love with my best friend and instead of being able to do anything about it, I watched him fall in love with someone else because I didn't have the courage to act publicly on my feelings. Thinking back to those formative days where I was missing out on all the good stuff because I was walking around with an invisible raincloud over my head, smiling through the heartbreak so as to avoid anyone asking me what was wrong, because I didn't have the strength to tell them. I think back to the bullying, the name-calling, the shoving, the side-eyes, a guy in math class calling me a faggot but then also telling my two straight girlfriends that they were lesbians because we went to Lilith Fair and that we all probably had sex with each other on weekends, to which I replied “that theory has some serious logistical flaws”… doesn't make sense. 

I think back to that time where I legitimately thought I would have to live with this secret - my being gay - for the rest of my life because I didn't have the security of seeing a lot of people like myself being celebrated in popular culture. 

I bring this up because when I was told I would be receiving this honor, I went back to that place and asked myself how did I get here, to this place, standing in front of all of you tonight, an out and proud gay Emmy loser. 

And the answer was a three-parter.

I was supported by my friends, at the time a group of very strong, funny, dazzling young women, who were the keepers of my secret and the protectors of my soul. Never letting the threat of high school boys who didn't know how to process my closeted gayness affect my happiness. 

I was encouraged by my high school English teacher who, one day after reading a long-form poem I submitted in lieu of an essay - partly because I didn't read the book and partly because my brain has a hard time following the rules - told me that there was something special in my writing and that I should I think about pursuing it. Up until that point, I hadn't even thought about being a writer. 

And lastly, I was loved. I was lucky to have a family that supported me fiercely and unconditionally when I needed it the most. When I came out at 18, and my sister Sarah is here tonight, so… 

I didn't wanna cry, again, one bread roll for an entire day, it's not okay. 

Had I not had the support to build my courage, had I not been encouraged enough to find my strength, had I not had the love to give me a sense of security, I don't know if I would've found my way out of the closet, let alone create the opportunity for myself to tell stories on television that have effected some kind of positive change in the world. 

Support, encouragement, and love. Three relatively simple acts of kindness that can change the course of a person’s life, and yet for so many members of our beautiful community, those simple transformation acts of kindness aren't just an arms reach away. Almost three-quarters of LGBT youths say they are more honest about themselves online than in the real world. 

A national study found that 40% of transgender adults have reported having made a suicide attempt. 92% of those individuals said it happened before the age of 25. 

The statistics are staggering and seemingly endless, which is why when I found myself in a position to tell stories on a global scale, I seized the opportunity to make a television show that might,  in its own way, offer some support, encouragement, and love to those who might not have it in their homes, in their schools, or in their day-to-day lives. It was… [applause] it was a small way of paying back the generosity that had been shown to me, while at the same time, creating space on television for queer characters that I could relate to. 

The result was Schitt’s Creek. A place where everybody fits in. A place where love is celebrated and people’s differences are a reason to start a conversation, not end one. It’s a place where my character David, a pansexual man with really intense pants and sweaters, can fall in love with his now fiancé Patrick, a gay man, without fear of consequence. It’s a place where acceptance incubates joy and creates a clarity that allows people to see themselves and each other more deeply. It’s fiction, yes, but I've always been told to lead by example and this felt like a good place to start. 

[applause]    

So, thank you to GLAAD for this vote of confidence, for validating the idea that entertainment can affect positive change. I promise to continue to do my part in celebrating this radiant community in all the work that I do, big and small, and honoring the incredible work that GLAAD does on a daily basis. 

On that note, I would like to raise a glass to all of you for coming out here tonight and supporting, and encouraging, and loving this organization that does just that for so many people. This is a night I won't forget, thank you so much. 

[applause] 

#dan levy #glaad gala #long post

[thefloralpeach]

Bird Set Free- a Reddie Superpower AU

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier | Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers | Angst | Shitty childhoods | Sonia Kaspbrak’s A+ Parenting | Enemies to Friends to Lovers | Secret Identity | background benverly | background hanbrough | background stanpat

Words:7454 | Chapters:1/?Hits:0

Summary:

Richie Tozier grew up to be a hero. Eddie Kaspbrak grew up without anyone there to save him. What do you get when you cross an angry vigilante with a hero who’s just trying his best?

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23335246/chapters/55900111

It started out as a conspiracy, and quickly turned into national controversy.

Nobody’s sure exactly who was the first case- abilities manifesting at a young age, anywhere between seven and seventeen. Videos surfaced of young kids doing extraordinary things, some of which people assumed was photoshop, but some of which occurred on live social media videos. The videos increased in frequency, the reports of strange happenings poured in every day, and eventually the government had to come out with a public statement.

Apparently, superpowers exist now.

It was the only thing anyone could talk about for a solid year. As a middle schooler, all you could do was wait to see if you were next.

The Losers often found themselves in conversation about what powers they hoped to have.

“I hope I get shapeshifting. I’d turn into the hottest motherfucker this world has ever seen and take over the world,” Richie would say.

Eddie never talked about it much, but he thought it might be nice to be immune to sickness. That way, maybe his mother would let him leave the house more… Or, maybe walking through walls would serve that purpose. He just wanted to be able to do what he wanted, and not be forced under her wing.

It was eighth grade when Eddie began to despise this hero stuff.

Instead of continuing his education with his friends, his mom decided to pull him out of school due to the fear that someone with powers would hurt him. She said that his ‘no good friends’ would end up accidentally hurting him, or some ignorant kid would get their power suddenly and Eddie would be a victim of it. Even when he reminded her that ability prevalence rates were pretty low, of course nothing could sway her.

So he said goodbye to seeing his friends in school, and hello to meeting up with them at every other possible moment; until his mother decided that was also too dangerous. So, he remained in his house like a prisoner.

His friends visited though, of course they did. Eddie had a window, and the Losers were pretty good at climbing. Besides, Eddie didn’t think anything could keep Richie from finding him and bothering him.

It’s a gross, rainy night when Richie makes a promise.

It starts with pebbles thrown at his window- Richie’s signature greeting. Eddie tries not to think about how cheesy and romantic it is, but the thought crosses his mind anyway.

He opens the window, and is promptly met with Richie shaking out his wet hair like a dog. Eddie makes a disgusted noise, which only draws laughter from the taller boy.

“You sure your ability isn’t being gross and annoying?” Eddie asks as Richie finishes climbing in, almost stumbling over his own feet. He clutches his hands to his chest, feigning hurt.

“I can not believe you would insinuate something so hurtful, Eddie my love!”

Of all the nicknames in Richie’s arsenal, that one is definitely the worst. Eddie can be annoyed by Eds or the ever-popular Spaghetti, but when he pulls out something so cliche that it could be in a romcom, Eddie’s heart always skips a beat. He hates it. And he also loves it.

Richie’s pulling stuff out from his backpack before he’s even sat on Eddie’s bed. It became a sort of tradition for Richie to bring Eddie some stuff that his mom wouldn’t let him have whenever he visited.

“What’s in the magic bag tonight?” Eddie asks, eyeing the bag of all-pink starbursts Richie already pulled out.

“Candy, of course,” Richie narrates, pulling out a bag of gummy worms and a jumbo snickers bar. “I also got you this cool magazine that talks about abilities and heroes, and this week’s newspaper.”

Richie would often bring Eddie stuff to read, stuff that clued him into what’s going on outside. Eddie’s mom allowed him a computer, but no internet, so Eddie relied on his friends for information about the world. It was a simple act that he cherished so much.

“Oh- I also made you this!” Richie announces, pulling out a CD from his bag. The cover is decorated with some crude doodles, and labelled ‘songs to help spaghetti forgetti his regretti’. He tosses it to Eddie, who immediately bursts into laughter.

“A CD? Isn’t that a bit old school?”

Richie puts his arms up in defense. “Well, you don’t have internet or a damn phone, so what was I supposed to do? Send you a Youtube playlist?”

Eddie shrugs. “Alright, fair enough.” He ignores the way his heart quickens at the thought of Richie compiling a playlist for him. “So, what’s on it?”

“Ah, you need to play it to find out, my deah!” He responds, slipping into a hilariously poorly-accented Voice. Eddie shakes his head, covering his mouth in a weak attempt to muffle his laughter. “I have something else for you, too.”

Eddie calms himself then, and quirks an eyebrow up. “Do I wanna know?” He asks cautiously. Richie was known for following words like that with a wet willy or a pinch to his cheeks. But, the jokester only smiles in response.

“Yes, you do! How would you like to sneak out of here with me some night?” Richie offers, and Eddie’s eyes light up. “We can head over to the clubhouse-”

“God, you guys still have that?”

“Yes! We can go hang out there, and all the others will be there too! And we can get a pizza since we know you’ve been force fed, what, gluten-dairy-nut-free bullshit?”

Eddie laughs, so giddy and over the moon with excitement that he ignores his health concerns. Richie doesn’t think his allergies are real anyway, and Eddie isn’t so sure he disagrees. Regardless, how could he even think to be concerned about such trivial things when he has the chance to escape, to spend some time outside for the first time in months?

Of course, Eddie agrees to go. They make plans for the weekend, when Sonia would be at bingo night. Richie and the others would sneak around and help him out the window, and Eddie could sit on the back of one of their bikes on the way- since his own bike had been given away once he was put on house arrest. Eddie gives Richie a list of his favorite bands so Richie can make a playlist for the night, and together they plan a list of snacks to have. They pick out some choice movies as well, since Ben had said he could rent a projector from the library for the night.

Eddie’s never been so excited for something in his entire life.

Friday comes after what seems like forever, and his mom leaves for bingo, and Eddie waits excitedly in his room. He reads a comic book to pass the time until 5 o’clock comes.

And then 6 o’clock comes.

Then 7 o’clock.

Something probably happened… maybe they couldn’t get away from their parents in time, so they just had to push things back.

8 o’clock.

9 o’clock.

And then Eddie’s mother pulls into the driveway, and he’s pissed. He’s angry, he’s furious, he’s…

Crushed.

Saturday comes and goes, but nobody visits him.

Sunday is the same.

Eddie’s mother asks why he’s spending so much time in his room, and asks if he’s sick- he struggles to invent a lie that she’ll believe. So he tells her the truth- that he’s sad, that he misses his friends. Not that she does anything to help (“Oh honey, you’re so much safer without them anyway”), but she does leave him alone to brood.

This is the first week in months that he didn’t get a word from any of his friends. He’d never gone more than two days without Richie visiting him, but in the coming years, this would become the new normal.

For the next few years, the only company Eddie has is his mother. His overbearing, absolutely psychotic mother, who put helicopter moms to shame.

It’s a month after Eddie’s abandoned that he’s able to catch a newscast while his mom naps in the middle of the day. It’s the 4 o’clock news, the headline reading ‘Superhero Madness: New Ability Registration Mandate to Pass, Increasing Regulation on Enhanced Abilities.’

He’s reading comic books, stories about real superheroes. The media outlets he’d seen were all over calling this new phenomenon the “Age of Heroes” and shit that Eddie finds absolutely ridiculous. So a kid can learn things really quickly or make magnets stick to them- Spiderman is still cooler. Spiderman just wants to save people, he wants to save anyone who needs it, even those overlooked by other heroes. Spiderman doesn’t care about being big and flashy. He’s a real hero- not like these wannabes.

Regardless of his opinions, he tunes his attention to the news for a moment. It’s not often he actually gets to see what’s going on outside of his prison cell of a home.

“… Required not only to register their abilities, but to train at government-approved facilities. Officials say this mandate will assure that these enhanced individuals learn to manage their abilities, thus ensuring their safety and the safety of others. Opposition has arisen as well…”

Eddie rolls his eyes. Government-approved facilities? Please. This is the least cool backstory he’s ever heard. Then he remembers, this isn’t a backstory. Because this isn’t some cool hero story. This is real life, and in real life, his friends left him, and no hero is coming to save him.

It’s two years later when he manifests a power of his own.

The newscasts he’d been able to watch intermittently had reported that abilities seem to appear between the ages of ten and sixteen, as if a part of puberty. It made enough sense, Eddie figured at the time. He assumed after his thirteenth and fourteenth years passed that he’d never manifest anything- but he’d been wrong.

It’s nothing special, of course. He’s watching something on TV, not even the news or anything special, just some reality show, when he notices a weird light. He looks around, thinking at first that a lamp was suddenly turned on, but he quickly realizes it’s emitting from the palms of his hands.

“Huh…” he mutters. Light hands. Some freaking power, huh?

They don’t appear to do anything besides glow every so often. He debates whether or not to tell his mother, but ultimately he decides to hide it. What good would telling her do, anyway? What did he expect, praise? Comfort? No, he knew he would get nothing less than an hour of rambling about how much she now had to worry about, how much it would drain his energy, how much they had to fear from a soft little glow.

So, he hides it.

As much as he hates his stupid glowy hands at first, it starts to become a rather welcome feature.

He no longer has to hide a flashlight in his room for when he wants to read in bed- his own hands suffice now! Well, when he can get them to turn on, which isn’t all the time. He starts to understand all the hype he’d been seeing on the news about controlling abilities- if this were something dangerous, Eddie would surely be in some deep shit.

Every now and then, Eddie gets the gaul to ask his mom about things that he knew he wasn’t supposed to- if he could go out with her when she grabbed something, if he could return to school now that abilities are more regulated, if he could just go for a bike ride like he used to. The answer is always no, of course.

The only time he’s allowed out of the house is for visits to the doctor, which have also become less often for some reason. Eddie wonders why his medications remain the same even though he’s being seen less.

Sometimes, his mom gets tired of his curiosity.

“Eddie, you know why you have to stay in here, you know it! I can’t risk losing you, Eddie-bear. Do you know how many people are being attacked every day by these new monsters?!”

“But mom-”

“I don’t let you watch the news because it’s so terrible, every day there’s more attacks and more people sick and dead , I just can’t bear it!”

Eddie wants to tell her that he sees the news when she doesn’t think he’s watching, that things are starting to stabilize, that crime rates haven’t actually gone up that much and that people aren’t actually being attacked- but of course she doesn’t let him get a word it. It’s part of her defense against Eddie trying to fight back.

“Mom, listen to me, please -”

“Do you want to do that to me? Eddie-bear, you know how hard it’s been after I-” she sniffles for effect, “After I lost your poor father. I can’t risk losing you too, honey, you know that-”

“Mom will you just listen to me?!” He raises his voice, earning a gasp from his mother. The look on her face is almost scandalized. He doesn’t realize why until he gestures in frustration with his hands, and he notices a familiar glow. “I just want-”

“EDDIE!”

She interrupts him, running over and fawning over him until his glow dims and eventually fades. He’s bombarded with questions about how this could have happened, how could she ever let him out now, how they had to make extra sure to be careful, blah blah blah. He promptly loses all hope of ever getting out of there.

She corrals him to the stairs and up to his room, her shrill voice running nonstop the entire time. Eddie tries to tune it out, but it’s hard- she’s persistent, and his hopes are crushed. He hears the lock on his door click as she leaves.

Eddie barely notices the glow of his hands as he punches his pillow. He spends ten, maybe twenty minutes just punching, screaming, doing what he can to get his frustration out. Once he slows down, giving his poor bedsheets a break, he realizes that the glow has spread to just above his elbows.

“Stupid fucking glowy hands…” he mutters, glaring at them as if that would get it to stop. Of course, it doesn’t.

With a sigh, Eddie drags himself over to his bookshelf, grabbing something that sounds mildly interesting so he could distract himself from his stupid emotions and his stupid situations and his stupid hands. As he glances over the other options, his eyes land on something he hadn’t looked at in years- Richie’s mix CD. ‘Songs to help spaghetti forgetti his regretti’. The glow in his hands fades as Eddie traces over the shitty doodles on the cover, and a ghost of a smile settles on his face.

He’s still pissed off that everyone abandoned him. He’s confused, he’s frustrated, he’s angry and he’s hurt- but most of all, he’s nostalgic. More than anything, he misses his friends, and he just wants it all back. He likes to think that there’s a good reason that they left him, and that they’ll be reunited one day and everything will be happily ever after- but he also knows that’s just a lot of wishful thinking.

Eddie breaks his thoughts by popping the CD into the player on his radio, pressing ‘play’, and flopping on his bed.

He closes his eyes, smiling to himself as the first notes of the song drift into the room. The CD plays on repeat until Eddie falls asleep for the night.

-

-

The next day, Eddie is horrified when his mother hires someone to install bars on his bedroom window. It’s for your safety, Eddie, she insists. The government is getting involved now, I can’t let them take you away.

But he knows they wouldn’t take him away. He knows he isn’t that lucky.

And he has the sneaking suspicion that his mother would have installed the bars whether or not the government was a concern.

Eddie’s hands don’t glow as bright anymore after that, though he isn’t sure why. Maybe he hated that stupid power so much that it’s in the process of disappearing- he hopes that’s the case. If he can prove he’s normal, then maybe one day he can leave.

In the next year, Eddie catches many newscasts about ability regulation. He managed to convince his mom to let him watch the news a little bit, because current events was something he had to be versed on in order for his home school requirements. She wasn’t happy about it, but ultimately he gets to watch the news more regularly now.

It’s something Eddie never quite cared about, news. When he was twelve and thirteen, the news was the most boring thing he could ever think of watching. But now, it’s a connection to the world he no longer gets to be a part of.

The last he’d heard, a few months back, was how the government had started allowing those with trained abilities to register as heroes. Their official title was something boring, of course- The National Force of Enhanced Individuals or something dumb like that. But everyone calls them heroes. Crime rates had been steadily decreasing since they passed the bill creating the force, and maybe, just maybe Eddie gets his hopes up when he hears that.

He hasn’t asked his mom about going outside in a while, but during this newscast, he thinks maybe he has a chance…

“So, that’s great, huh?” Eddie ventures from his spot on the couch, looking expectantly at his mother.

She’s sitting in her recliner, as she does most of the time, her attention on some magazine rather than the television. In response, she hums in question, not even bothering to look up.

“The- the Force of Enhanced Individuals…” he gestures to the screen. “Seems they’re lowering the crime rate. That’s great, right?” He cautiously explains, wary of the fact that this conversation could go to hell at any second.

She raises an eyebrow, glancing at Eddie for only a mere second.

“I suppose so, yes. It’s about time these streets got safer. You never know what could happen out there.”

Eddie pauses for a moment.

“So… it seems like things are more regulated now. More than they were a few years ago, I mean…”

She puts her magazine down then, switching her focus over to Eddie. “Eddie-Bear, I know you’re not trying to ask me to leave again, right? Because you know we’ve talked about this. You know why you have to stay here.”

And, there goes his plan.

His eyes are pleading, and he tries his best to sound reasonable, to make a point.

“I don’t- I don’t want to go far, just… I want to be outside more than just doctors visits, Mom! It’s not healthy for me to stay in here-”

“Don’t use your health on me! I know everything about your health, Eddie, and I know that you’re much better off in here, safe. ”

“I just want to go- go to the store with you maybe, or the library, or hang out in the backyard- I mean look, Mom, crime rates are down more than they’ve ever been! Heroes are protecting people!”

“Stop asking, Eddie.”

Her voice is so calm, so sure that Eddie feels like he wants to explode. He clenches his fists, and again, that familiar glow is back.

“No! I shouldn’t even have to ask, Ma!”

“Don’t you start this with me-”

“Most kids my age are outside all the time! They go to school, they go out with their friends, they do things! I don’t even know where my friends are!” He yells back, ignoring her retorts.

“Your friends don’t come here anymore, and it’s better for you that way! They were terrible influences, you don’t need them, Eddie-”

“I’d like to know where they went, why they left! I’d like to have the chance to look for them at least! Christ, Mom, this is a prison!” He gesticulates wildly in front of himself, pleading with his hands without noticing that they’re exactly why he won’t win this fight.

“Eddie, do not raise your voice with me. You’re scaring me, honey!” Eddie knew this tone well. “Why don’t you go upstairs and calm-”

“I DON’T WANT TO CALM DOWN, MA!”

As he yells, he swiftly throws his hands down to his sides, and something happens.

He can’t put words to it, but he feels a sort of tingling heat in his hands, and the next second he hears a crash- no, two crashes, one on each side of him.

Everything is silent for a moment, even his mother. Her mouth hangs open, though no words come out, and she’s looking at Eddie with something between shock and horror on her face. She turns her attention to Eddie’s left, and instinctively, he does the same.

There’s a visible dent in the wall there, as if somebody strong had punched it. Almost cautiously, Eddie turns his head to the other side, and notices an equal dent in the cabinet. Each dent is equal height, and Eddie knows what happened.

He’s still processing it, and he doesn’t want to be right, but he knows.

“Eddie…”

Her voice is so low, Eddie barely processes it. His eyes glance between the dents, then to the floor.

“Yeah… I’ll go to my room.”

-

-

After that, his visits to the doctor decrease exponentially so, only once every few months. But he’s given more medication than he’s ever had before. Given his little ‘condition’, he’s not surprised. It’s probably messing with his system somehow, and the medicine is helping with symptoms he hasn’t even noticed yet.

He feels tired all the damn time, even though he goes to bed early and wakes up a little on the later side. When he’s not doing his work or watching something completely idiotic that his mom insists he must join her for, he’s either napping or staring into space. It’s annoying- maybe that’s one of the things that the medicine is helping. Or maybe he’s just fucking depressed, who knows.

He’s also confined to his room most of the time, and his mom locks the door when she goes out. After his outburst, he assumes she doesn’t trust him, and he can’t be too mad this time, he knows. She’s just trying to keep him safe, of course.

He doesn’t have much schooling left. He still gets to watch the news for current events, but only when supervised by his mom. And, it’s better than nothing. He does okay on the work he’s given, although he knows it’s all minimum-effort curricula.

He has video games to keep him occupied, and a fair amount of books. His mom gets him things sometimes while she’s out, which is nice of her.

He’s also been trying to control his abilities.

Maybe it’s stupid. All he has are glowy hands… but he knows they’re capable of something else if they were able to mess up the walls that day. And if he knows anything about superpowers from the comics he reads, he knows that it’s much better for everyone if he controls this thing before he accidentally learns more about it.

It takes a lot of work to learn how to make them glow on command. It takes a lot of focus, and a solid month before he actually does it for the first time when he wants to, instead of it just appearing.

Awesome- now he can use his own personal flashlight whenever he needs it. Whenever his mom says “lights out” at 10pm and he still isn’t tired, or when he drops something and doesn’t have a phone flashlight to help him find it.

And it’s cool, it’s a great feeling actually, to be able to have a little bit of control over this shit. But it’s not enough.

Eddie’s mom is out grocery shopping, so naturally he’s locked in his room. He dreams one day of being able to blast the door open somehow, but he’s far from that. He dented the walls a little bit exactly one time, so he’s not exactly the pinnacle of power here.

But… maybe someday he could be.

A stool sits by Eddie’s window as a perch. He sits down as he opens his window, thankful that the weather is warming up, and for a moment he forgets his goal here. The open window is the closest he gets to being outside anymore, and every time he smells the natural air, he finds himself longing for the days he used to spend out in it. He misses biking around town, he misses the barrens, he misses the clubhouse in the forest. But a window is better than nothing.

He physically shakes his head to refocus himself.

Outside his window are several trees- his targets. It’s almost surreal, realizing exactly what he’s about to do, but he knows it’s important.

“Focus…” He whispers to himself, nestling his arm between two of the metal bars that lined his window now. He rests it lightly on the windowsill, spreading his palms as if trying to use the force.

Except, this isn’t the force. He’s not drawing anything to him, he’s trying to push it away .

His hands glow, which is no longer anything special to him. He figures they’ll glow brighter as he focuses more, as he prepares for… well, whatever he’s capable of, but at the moment, he doesn’t notice anything.

Thoughts keep crawling into his mind- how much he wishes to go back outside, to see his friends again, to have friends again.

As his mind wanders, the glow spreads up his arms, gradually becoming lighter. But, he’s not focusing. He’s reminiscing, he’s yearning for what he once had, and what he could have if he wasn’t in this stupid fucking house.

Wait, no.

Eddie shuts his eyes tight, willing the thoughts from his mind.

“I said focus, dammit.”

When he opens his eyes, he stares at the tree in front of his window, aiming his hand at it. He takes a deep breath, thinks of nothing but the tree, and-

And nothing happens.

Clenching his fist for a moment, he takes another breath and decides to try again. Hand through the window, eyes on the tree, focus on power. Mind clear, hand glowing, energy flowing, and…

Still nothing.

Eddie tries this for a solid half an hour before he gives up, slumping over his stool and resting his head against the bars. Maybe that weird blast thing was just a fluke, and there was no way to control it. Or, maybe it’s based on like, what he eats, or what he does during the day. Maybe he has a lot more investigating to do before he can actually make his powers do anything besides give him glowy hands.

The world outside the window catches his attention again, and he spends some time just watching it. It’s a nice day out; he can hear kids playing down the street, birds chirping, he can see squirrels and chipmunks scampering around, and there’s barely a cloud in the sky. Four years ago, he’d have been all over a day like this- riding his bike, relaxing in the barrens or by the quarry with his friends…

It’s not fair. It’s not fair that his front door is locked from the outside, that his own bedroom door is locked to keep him in, and that he’s a prisoner in his own home. It’s not fair that the only thing he wants to do is get out, to run, but he can’t. He’d trigger his asthma anyway.

It’s not fucking fair that he can’t even escape out of a window because there are fucking bars on it, it’s not fucking fair that everyone he knew, everyone who was ever kind to him had just up and left him why would they do that? Why did they do that?

(Eddie’s hands glow brighter, but he doesn’t notice.)

Was he really so forgettable that his friends could move on so easily? Or was that his mom’s plan all along? Had she told them to fuck off one day, and they all just listened? The school district still has to check on him regularly to make sure his mother is following the law- had they really noticed nothing? Or had he just never been worth the second thought?

(His hands are shaking, still resting on the windowsill.)

Richie made him a damn mixtape, for christ’s sake! A mixtape! You don’t do that for people you don’t care about, you don’t do that and then abandon them, forget about them, leave them to their warden of a mother and a lifetime of no real fucking human interaction.

(There’s a faint vibration in Eddie’s palms.)

Eddie clenches his jaw, runs his hands through his hair before placing them back between the bars, and shuts his eyes.

Fuck heroes. Fuck superpowers. Fuck this whole organization, the one that spiked fear into everyone and feeds off of it. Eddie’s mom is scared, now Eddie has to suffer for it, and there’s nobody coming to save him. These people have the balls to call themselves heroes, but who the hell are they saving?

“Fuck…”

(His palms brighten.)

“FUCK!”

Eddie slams his hands down against the windowsill and feels it before he sees it. Energy. Pure energy. And it came right from his hands, he knows it did.

The glow of his hands dimmed to a dull shimmer, and there’s an obvious dent in the tree that had been perfect just a minute before.

Like last time, everything is still for a moment, oddly quiet. Eddie can only stare ahead of him at the injured trunk. He flicks his gaze to his hands, still tingling, still glowing.

So. That’s how his power is going to work, then.

-

-

After a few months of “good behavior”, Eddie’s mom stops locking him in his room when she goes out. It’s a start, he figures.

He “graduates” that spring, but there’s no ceremony, no speeches, no cap and gown. He gets a cupcake though, which is nice.

The news is still filled with stories about heroes, about thrilling stories of rescue, about new agencies funding research and training and about crime rates plummeting. It’s all good news in theory, but Eddie can’t help the pings of jealousy he feels for all the happy people he sees rescued.

Rescued.

Nobody’s come to rescue him. Nobody even looks for a situation like his- it’s not a flashy villain he needs to be rescued from. He’s in no mortal danger, not even any physical danger in all honesty. But does that make him any less miserable?

No.

And how many other kids are in similar situations? How many other people need saving, but are ignored for all this flashy hero and villain fantasy shit? Eddie thinks about these things a lot. But it’s not like he can do anything about it.

Something good, he guesses, is that he’s gotten better at damaging that poor tree outside his window. The trunk and some of the wider branches have visible scars, though they still aren’t much. Maybe he’s confined to small blasts or something, but it’s still kind of cool.

So his powers are tied to emotions? Good. He’s got a lot of those. And he thinks about them when he wants to channel his energy- that must be what his power is, technically. Energy.

It makes sense that he’s exhausted after he practices, in that case. He tries not to show it, though- he doesn’t want his mom to have any more reason to worry about him or keep him confined.

It’s a Tuesday afternoon in July when she runs to the store, and Eddie gets a few hours to himself for what he’s been calling target practice in his head. He doesn’t know what he plans to do with his tiny blasts of energy, but he figures it’s better to be able to have some sort of handle on them than to just have the ability to do it and no idea how.

Like always, he’s tired after he fires off a few blasts- both physically and emotionally. He thinks about those news stories, the smug faces of all those self-proclaimed heroes. He thinks about his situation, how he longs to leave, how he may as well be in an actual prison. It’s good stuff to keep in his mind when he wants to practice, but it’s hard to come down from, and it always just reminds him of how fucked his life is.

Sighing, Eddie pushes himself off his stool, taking a moment to stretch his arms over his head. A snack and a nap sound absolutely perfect right about now, so he decides to do just that.

He pads out of his room and downstairs, a little tempted to turn on the TV, but he was sure his mom would have some way of figuring out that he’d done it- she probably had cameras or something installed, or motion sensors, or a battery monitor on the remote. Something weird and over controlling, of course. It’s expected by now.

While Eddie rummages through the pantry, he understands why his mother had to go out. They were low on snacks of pretty much every kind, and he was gonna have to make something if he actually wanted food. Maybe pasta, that was an easy choice.

Spaghetti.

The voice of an old friend echoes in Eddie’s head, and he finds himself smiling softly before he closes the pantry door.

If he’s gonna make something, he may as well check to make sure they have cooking spray, and maybe some spices. Not that Eddie’s the best cook ever, since he’s not often allowed in the kitchen, but if he has to make something he’d rather it be edible and not something bland that sticks to the pot.

Okay, so he has no idea how to use spices besides like, salt and garlic, but he can still experiment.

Step one- learn where the spices are.

Eddie isn’t allowed to cook, really. Anything he’d done, he’d done while his mom was out. And it’s not like she’s the lord of good cooking, so Eddie’s also pretty amateur.

Finally, he opens a cabinet and finds some usable stuff next to the nonperishables. Garlic powder, some extra salt and pepper, oregano, basil, some extra baking soda and baking powder… and some old pill bottles? He takes the containers to inspect them, curious.

One of the bottles is labelled Phenobarbital, and the others Lorazepam.

That’s Nembutal and Ativan.

Sedatives.

His first thought is, obviously, that they’re just more medications lying around the house. It wouldn’t be surprising, since his mother seemed to always be going to another doctor, and she used to take him nearly once a week.

His second thought is that they had a set medicine cabinet, one that was organized by need. Why would she move them to a food cabinet instead?

And his third thought is one that scares him to death. Suddenly, he’s wondering if it’s not his powers that are making him feel drained.

Because, what had his mother ever needed sedatives for? Sure, one doubles as an anxiety medication, but there’s no way in hell Eddie is lucky enough for his mom to actually seek help for her paranoia.

Tentatively, Eddie opens one of the bottles, and he recognizes the pills as ones he’s given… often.

His breaths quicken, and he wants his inhaler but it’s upstairs- and is it even an inhaler? Or is there something else in there that his mom didn’t tell him about?

Suddenly the bottle is shaking in his hand, his fist clenched around it as the pills rattle around inside. And suddenly, it’s much brighter in the room than it was before. He feels a familiar vibration in the palm of his hands.

“Eddie-bear!”

He hadn’t even heard the door open. But he heard that voice. Her voice. That grating, shrill, helicopter voice. It only gets worse once she finds him in the kitchen, her footsteps quickening as she rushes over to him.

“Eddie-bear, what are you doing? What’s going on honey, put that down, you need to take your pills and go to your room-”

Eddie’s eyes are glued to the bottle.

Sedatives. Fucking sedatives .

He knew she didn’t trust him, but he didn’t think it would have come to this. He never thought she’d flat out lie to him like this.

His jaw is clenched, and he swallows down a lump in his throat as his mother keeps babbling.

“What the fuck is this, ma?”

She gasps as if scandalized. As if she has the right to be shocked, or to be upset at anything Eddie does after pulling this shit.

“Eddie- honey, you know that’s just your medicine. You’re sick -”

“These are sedatives, don’t lie to me.” He snaps his head up, glaring into his mother’s eyes. She takes a step back, looking at him like he’s some dangerous monster. And, hell, maybe he is.

“Eddie you- you needed them-” her tone is pleading, and it just pisses Eddie off more. “You- you needed something to help you, oh God-”

The fear is evident on her face, and the only thing Eddie feels is rage.

“Help me? You think that was helping me?” He drops the pill bottle then, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “You-”

“Eddie, your eyes-”

“You drugged me!”

“God, have mercy-”

“YOU FUCKING DRUGGED ME!”

Eddie gestures in front of him, and watches with not-so-much horror as his mom stumbles backwards with an audible shriek.

There’s a moment where he wants to panic. But the anger takes over again, and he doesn’t care what happens to her. He doesn’t care what he did. He doesn’t care.

He needs to get away, he needs to go be alone. He takes off towards his room, but pauses as he catches a glimpse of his reflection in one of his kitchen’s glass cabinets.

His eyes… his eyes are glowing, just like his hands.

No pupils, no hazel iris, no whites. Just a glow, like a flashlight.

Before he has to listen to more shrieking, Eddie all but runs upstairs, slamming his door with more force than he thought he had in him. If he didn’t know better, he’d think he felt the house shake with the action.

He rushes to the window then, his body shaking with how fucking angry he is, and throws it open. Reaching both hands out in front of him, he aims, and it doesn’t take a second thought to fire a blast.

It’s easy when he thinks about everything, and when he feels like there’s so much… so much energy pent up inside him that he could burst.

The dent he makes in the tree is much more noticeable this time.

He grits his teeth, and fires another.

Fuck her. Fuck everybody.

A branch falls.

He fires another blast.

Fuck “heroes”. Fuck this society. Fuck this whole fucking world.

He hears his mom getting up from downstairs. And he’s not fucking sorry. Not one bit.

Eddie doesn’t speak to his mom after that.

He avoids going downstairs, and eventually she starts bringing meals up to him, pills in a neat little pile on the side.

They taunt him, the little white tablets. At first, he’s not sure which ones are the sedatives, and which ones he actually needs. But he’s not sure how much he cares anymore.

He stops taking all of them.

And, surprise surprise, nothing happens.

He doesn’t say anything, though. He takes the medication and hides it in a small box under his bed, covered by comics so his mom doesn’t find it if she ever decides to snoop around. And, after all this shit, he wouldn’t put it past her.

He’s 18 now. Most kids his age are going to college, going to work, moving out, doing something .

And Eddie? He’s making a plan.

He notices his mom trying to slip him more medication. And he’s wary of anything that she might be able to sneak a powder into.

He must be successful in avoiding her attempts to drug him, because he feels more alive, more energetic than he had at any time in the past two years.

The stool near his window becomes Eddie’s new best friend. Now that his energy is back, he’s better than ever at controlling his blasts.

He knows his emotions help it along, and he learns that the brighter the glow of his hands, the stronger the blast he can emit; and he learns that his blasts can be strong. It’s during a particularly intense storm that Eddie tests the waters a little more, and ends up knocking over one of the trees outside his window.

If he can knock over a tree, then surely he can knock out a wall, right?

He bides his time, but it takes everything in him to pretend like things are normal. He waits for winter to pass, paying moderate attention to the news when his mom goes out and storing up some essentials. Nothing too conspicuous- a jar of peanut butter here, a box of crackers there, and a few twenties from the stash in her room.

He doesn’t know exactly what he’s gonna do or where he’ll end up, so he does his best to prepare for anything.

He keeps a bag under his bed, right next to the box of discarded pills. His mom hasn’t been too nosy about his room- why would she have any reason to be, since he rarely leaves it anyway. By February, the bag consists of a few comics, the supplies he’d stolen from the kitchen, and the money. By March, he adds more money, two changes of clothes, a bottle of water, and a blanket. He wants to be prepared in case he has to leave early.

By May, the weather has evened out, the days sunny and long.

Eddie barely interacts with his mom, and something tells him she doesn’t much mind. She’ll insist on an “I love you” every now and then, but Eddie obliges in order to keep her at bay. He’s learned to play the part of the perfect, quiet, sedated little boy.

It’s a Saturday late in the month when Eddie decides it’s time.

His mother is downstairs, watching some mind-numbingly stupid reality show. He does one last check on his bag, making sure he had everything. He’d been able to steal about $250 without his mother noticing, which he figured was enough to get him, well, somewhere . Everything else is in place- even his inhaler, for good measure.

He slips on his best sneakers, which didn’t have much wear in them, since he’d been outside maybe ten times in the past two or three years. His clothes are comfortable, with a hoodie tied around his waist and a watch around his wrist for good measure.

He takes a step back, standing in the middle of his room with his bag slung over his shoulder. Soon… soon he’d be out. Taking a deep breath, Eddie raises his hands to the same height as the window, and he focuses his energy-

Until something catches his eye.

Something he spent a lot of nights listening to. Something he wants so badly to hate, but he can’t. It gives him too much nostalgic joy.

‘Songs to help spaghetti forgetti his regretti’

Eddie swallows a lump in his throat as he stands perfectly still, eyes glued to the little CD, sitting besides his portable player.

Part of him wants to leave it, to forget everything about this part of his life and start over, brand new. But, as much as he wants to forget everyone, to forget the Losers club, to forget Richie , he can’t. He can’t bring himself to do that.

With a huff, he grabs the CD, placing it safely in Richie’s stupid little case. He shoves them in his bag, then returns to the middle of the room, facing his window.

He can almost hear his mom’s voice in his ear, urging him to stop, telling him he’s too weak, that he won’t survive out there, that he should just stay safe here with her.

“Fuck you,” he responds to no one.

Again, Eddie raises his hands, angling them towards the window.

“This one’s for you, Ma.”

Boom.

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[deathdoors]

𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒  !  meredith  here.  nineteen twenty,  they/them  or  she/her,  the  best  admin  in  the  world.  it’s  why  i’m  using  manny  for  my  gif  for  this,  when  he’s  the  best  and  my  mascot  on  the  main  <3  if  it  ain’t  broke  don’t  fix  it.  so:  a  little  about  me  !  i’m  a  libra,  from  new  jersey,  in  my  second  year  of  college,  use  a  lot  of  emojis,  have  recently  and  embarrassingly  been  both  playing  fortnite    (    i  know    )    and  reading  like  2  books  a  night,  which  might  seem  like  it  makes  me  smart  but  actually  just  makes  me  go  to  bed  at  seven  in  the  morning.  which  also  makes  me  a  dumb  bitch.  on  to  the  show  !

name:  emma  phillips age:  thirty occupation:  preschool  teacher trope:  the  wide  eyed  idealist aesthetic:  fresh  baked  chocolate  chip  cookies,  wildflowers  in  a  vase,  half  empty  bottles  of  pink  wine,  stopping  to  pet  every  dog,  happy  tears,  rom-com  movie  nights,  coffee  with  too  much  cream  and  sugar.

emma  was  born  and  raised  in  the  suburbs  outside  springfield,  missouri.  her  mother  was  incredibly  anxious  and  doting,  disliking  emma  riding  bikes  in  the  streets  with  the  other  kids  and  climbing  trees,  etc  she  was  thus  much  closer  to  her  dad:  camping  trips,  bedtime  stories,  the  works.  she  adored  him,  and  when  her  twin  younger  siblings  were  born,  emma’s  mother  interpereted  being  a  daddy’s  girl  as  hating  her,  and  started  ignoring  emma  when  she  wasn’t  scolding  her,  instead  focusing  a  much  more  positive  attention  on  the  twins.  

then,  of  course,  because  life  sucks,  her  dad  got  sick  of  it  and  left  without  so  much  as  a  goodbye.  ran  off  with  his  secretary  when  emma  was  twelve,  leaving  her  with  a  toxic  mom  and  two  little  toddler  twins.  she  entered  mom  mode  when  her  mom’s  anxiety  turned  to  severe,  don’t  get  out  of  bed  depression  ...  emma  was  cooking  for  the  twins    (    and  failing  miserably,  most  of  the  time  it  was  pizza  and  frozen  dinners.  to  emma’s  credit,  that  did  include  frozen  vegetables.    )  helping  them  with  schoolwork,  getting  them  to  and  from  school,   etc.   

her  grandparents  were  semi - well  off,  and  sent  some  money  to  the  phillips  clan,  but  emma  got  a  job  as  soon  as  she  was  able.  the  combination  of  the  two,  and  her  mom’s  on  and  off  working  was  enough  to  not  go  hungry.  the  twins  could  go  on  some  field  trips,  there  was  enough  for  new  clothes  when  they  grew  like  weeds  ...  but  obviously,  no  pre-teen  /  teen  wants  to  constantly  care  for  little  kids.  it  sucked.  

the  money  continued  when  her  grandfather  died  when  she  was  sixteen,  and  then,  a  little  while  later,  right  before  emma  graduated  high  school,  her  grandmother  died,  leaving  them  her  house  in  fort  elms,  washington.  

the  phillips  clan  moved  there,  with  a  month  left  of  high  school  for  emma.  as  soon  as  she  turned  eighteen,  a  mere  month  after  graduation:  emma  was  kicked  out  of  the  house.  her  mother  wanted  nothing  to  do  with  her  anymore,  saying  emma was  tearing  her  away  from  the  twins.  for  the  rest  of  their  childhoods,  emma  was  not  allowed  to  see  either  of  her  siblings,  with  emma’s  mother  telling  them  that  she  had  left  on  purpose.

thus:  she  went  to  college,  moved  out  of  the  house  into  a  new  apartment, fell  in  love  and  pined  boyfriendless  for years  like  some  kind  of  loser,  was  incredibly  on  and  off,  got  cheated  on.  she  hasn’t  been  able  to  land  a  mans  since,  despite  wanting  a  storybook  romance.

while  all  that  was  happening,  she  got  a  degree,  teaching  at  the  fancy  private  preschool  school  in  town.  remember  when  i  said  she  entered  mom  mode  when  her  dad  left  ?  yeah.  she  never  left  it,  apparently.  she  loves  her  job,  though.�� lots  of  stickers.

tl;dr:  toxic  mom,  dad  left  when  she  was  12,  effectively  raised  her  younger  siblings.  moved  to  fort  elms  when  she  was  about  to  turn  18,  finished  out  high  school,  and  was  kicked  out.  she  became  a  preschool  teacher,  inexplicably  staying  in  fort  elms.

     personality:  emma  is  kind  hearted  and  optimistic  —  she's  a  little  bit  of  a  people  pleaser,  and  a  lot  a  bit  of  a  hopeless  romantic.  she's  pretty  friendly  /  chatty,  and  considers  people  her  friends  approximately  .5  seconds  after  meeting  them.  she's  a  little  naive  in  the  sense  that  she  believes  everyone  is  good,  or  can  be  good  with  just  a  little  effort,  and  is  pretty  forgiving.  she's  much  more  of  a  go  with  the  group  kind  of  person,  and  hates  being  alone.

tw alcoholism, depression; 

name:  philippa  “pippa”  espina age:  twenty-two occupation:  unemployed trope:  fallen  princess aesthetic:  bottles  of  vodka,  half  burnt  cigarettes,  red  lipstick,  shattered  glass,  parties  going  late  into  the  night,  adept  fingers  rolling  joints,  sleeping  in  late,  the  twinkle  of  a  chandelier.

in  retrospect,  pippa  was  destined  to  be  spoiled:  she  never  got  attention  as  a  child,  and  her  parents  had  money,  and  anyone  who's  seen  a  movie  about  rich  kids  knows  that's  a  cocktail  for  disaster.  california  born  and  bred,  pippa  was  used  to  two  things  by  the  time  she  could  toddle:  the  sun,  and  getting  what  she  wanted.  

her  father  was  a  successful  ...  something  with  a  desk  and  lots  of  people  reporting  to  him,  she  never  even  payed  attention.  her  mother  was  more  focused  on  tennis  practices  and  galas  and  book  clubs  where  they  just  drank  wine.  a  series  of  nannies  raised  her:  not  one  or  two  where  she  could  bond  with,  cling  to  the  maternal  attention  she  desired.    

instead,  her  frequent  temper  tantrums  and  outbursts  lead  to  them  either  quitting  or  getting  fired  when  pippa  made  up  stories:  she  was  so  mean  to  me,  i  think  she's  stealing  from  the  jewelry  box,  she's  been  drinking  your  fancy  wine.  she  didn't  know  why  she  was  doing  it.  maybe  it  was  the  way  her  mother  would  stroke  her  hair  gently,  eyes  blurry  with  drunkeness  saying  they'd  work  on  finding  someone  better  to  take  care  of  her.  for  all  her  twisted  lies,  pippa  could  be  brutally  honest.  yet  she  never  asked  her  mother  why  she  couldn't  take  care  of  her.    

by  the  time  pippa  had  hit  the  sixth  grade,  she'd  been  kicked  out  of  two  of  the  private  schools  in  the  area.  her  third  was  all  all  girl's  school,  full  of  catholic  sensibilities  and  a  headmistress  that  refused  to  dismiss  pippa,  no  matter  how  much  she  acted  out.

she  was  twelve  the  first  time  she  was  the  one  breaking  into  the  liquor  cabinet,  little  sips  of  sweet  liquors  that  made  her  head  feel  fuzzy.  a  lock  was  placed  on  it  three  weeks  later,  and  she  didn't  get  drunk  again  until  high  school.  but  pippa  decided  she  liked  that  feeling,  and  more  importantly,  she  liked  the  feeling  of  her  parents  finally  looking  at  her.  

at  one  of  the  rare  family  meals  a  month  after  her  thirteenth  birthday,  pippa  said  i  don't  want  a  nanny  anymore  at  the  same  time  that  her  father  said  we're  moving  to  washington.  some  business  deal  her  father's  company  had  made  with  the  military  base,  it  was  a  wonderful  town.  she  didn't  want  to  hear  it.  another  tantrum  she  was  far  too  old  for,  a  slap  across  the  face.  selfish  brat.  

they  moved  to  washington  three  days  later.  she  didn’t  have  a  nanny.

pippa  was  never  popular  in  high  school,  nor  unpopular.  she  was  a  bit  of  an  outcast:  mean  and  pretty  only  got  you  so  far  if  you  were  already  top  dog,  and  she  wasn't.  she,  however,  threw  big  parties  that  drew  the  attention  of  high  schoolers  and  the  lamer  end  of  the  college  crowd.  holidays,  breaks,  every  weekend:  an  unlimited  supply  of  all  the  weed  and  alcohol  at  pippa's  house,  combined  with  the  loud  thunk  of  music  and  no  one  to  get  mad  at  you  if  you  broke  a  vase  or  woke  up  on  the  floor  the  next  morning.  her  parents  were  rarely  ever  home.

when  they  were,  however,  things  weren't  pretty.  slammed  glasses  on  tables,  shouts  so  loud  they  made  voices  sore.  pippa  would  stand  there  and  she  would  cry  until  her  face  was  red,  and  say  sorry  for  breaking  things,  and  the  next  day  her  parents  would  give  her  a  new  allowance  and  a  kiss  atop  the  head.  that  was  their  apology.  she  never  accepted  it.  she  kept  the  money  and  embraced  back,  of  course.  but  she  never  meant  it.  she  would  do  the  same  thing  again,  and  again,  and  again.  

attention  was  better  than  any  drug,  and  almost  as  good  as  the  bottom  end  of  a  bottle  or  a  shot  glass.  she  was  mean  and  she  was  catty,  sure,  but  then  she  was  warm  and  fun  and  bought  you  lunch.  by  the  time  she  had  made  stronger  connections,  latching  on  to  the  only  two  people,  the  only  two  friends  she  had  was  easy.  they  were  her  friends,  and  thus  everyone  else  was  her  enemy.  

after  high  school,  she  didn't  do  anything.  no  college,  no  job.  her  parties  persisted,  and  so  did  kisses  behind  locked  doors  and  afternoons  spent  sleeping  off  a  hangover  until  she  woke  up  and  did  it  again.  she  was  still  mean,  still  catty,  still  desperate  for  attention:  growth  had  been  stunted,  immaturity  and  a  desperation  making  her  miserable  to  be  around.  

she  doesn't  know  why  she  does  it.  not  even  deep  down:  sometimes,  it's  like  she's  staring  down  at  her  own  body,  watching  herself  be  cruel  or  unkind,  sparking  up  a  joint  to  call  someone  a  bitch  and  someone  a  cow,  or  taking  another  shot  and  whispering  into  the  nearest  fellow  partygoers'  ear  that  they  should  go  upstairs.  sometimes  she  wakes  up  and  feels  like  she's  the  worst  person  in  the  world.  especially  after  one  of  those  partygoers  is  the  ex  of  one  of  those  two  friends.  she  feels  like  the  worst  person  in  the  world,  and  she  likes  it  better  then,  she  decides.  at  least  then  she  feels  something.

tl;dr: rich bitch, loves partying, classic mean girl. not so functional alcoholic, hooks up with a lot of people. turbulent relationship with her parents, desperate for attention. definitely needs a therapist and a psychiatrist.

personality:  pippa  is  very  ...  sugar  and  ice.  or  more  aptly,  sugar  and  fire.  as  long  as  you  follow  her  my  way  or  the  highway  mentality  and  give  her  plenty  of  attention,  she'll  drag  you  along  on  all  her  plans,  lavish  you  with  attention  ...  until  she  doesn't  anymore.  she's  reckless  and  self-centered,  but  she's  a  hell  of  a  lot  of  fun.  if  you  manage  to  get  into  her  inner  circle,  she'd  take  a  bullet  for  you,  but  ...  well,  as  mentioned  before  she  still  might  sleep  with  your  ex  <3  or  ur  current  bf,  honestly.

tw bullying, anxiety, depression, suicide; 

name:  theodore  "teddy"  larsen age:  twenty-three occupation:  graduate  student trope:  shrinking  violet aesthetic:  pages  and  pages  of  notes,  shiny  comic  book  pages,  freshly  sharpened  pencils,  home  cooked  meals,  deep  shaky  breaths,  science  fiction  movies,  100%  exams,  thick  books  full  of  knowledge

theodore  larsen  came  out  of  the  womb  miserable.  he  was  a  colicky  baby,  born  to  a  loving,  young  american  mother  and  a  his  british  professor  father  in  england.  he  was  a  quiet  child,  once  he  grew  out  of  the  constant  exhausted  crying:  much  preferring  the  company  of  his  mom  than  other  kids.  he  was  smart  though,  and  a  heavy  reader.

when  he  spoke  was  when  the  trouble  began:  as  his  vocabulary  began  to  grow  and  he  talked  more  and  more,  a  stutter  came  with  it.  he  spoke  kindly  and  eloquently  for  his  age,  but  he  struggled  sometimes  to  get  words  out.  kids  were  cruel,  naturally,  and  it  only  made  teddy  more  reclusive.  

out  of  isolation  came  anxiety:  he  was  an  intensely  worried  child,  mostly  involved  with  his  parents  rather  than  people  his  age.  an  investment  in  books,  comics,  nonficiton,  novels.  teddy  was  perfectly  content  with  books  as  his  friends,  and  of  course,  his  mother,  his  favorite  person  in  the  world.

 and  then  his  world  came  crashing  down.  nothing  horrific:  no  one  died,  no  one  was  sick.  but  when  the  only  thing  that  brings  you  comfort  is  security  and  repetition,  your  father  cheating  on  your  mother  and  moving  across  the  world  is  a  pretty  far  crash  to  the  bottom.  port  elms,  washington:  his  mother’s  hometown,  where  teddy  would  finish  out  high  school.

he  was  relentlessly  bullied,  still.  the  label  of  new  kid  paired  with  a  lack  of  social  grace  and  nerdy  dispotion,  there  might  as  well  have  been  a  target  painted  on  his  back.  he  had  one  friend,  endlessly  kind  to  him.  she’d  saved  his  life,  figuratively,  and  he  saved  hers  literally,  an  appearance  at  her  house  shortly  after  her  suicide  attempt.

it  made  sense  that  he’d  have  one  too.  depression  was  a  dark  shroud  that  hung  over  him,  exacerbated  anxious  behaviors.  that  was  months  ago  now.  a  secret,  locked  inside  him,  not  quite  ready  to  come  out.  therapy,  once  a  week.  maybe  twice.

 he’s  not  excited  about  finishing  his  degree,  not  really.  he  feels  good  about  teaching,  it’s  what  he  wants  to  do.  but  the  idea  of  being  back  in  fort  elms  high  isn’t  exactly  leaving  a  good  taste  in  his  mouth.  he’ll  cross  that  bridge  when  he  comes  to  it,  no  matter  how  much  it  makes  his  heart  beat  faster  and  his  palms  sweat.  he’s  got  all  the  time  in  the  world

tl;dr: nervous mess, bullying target, has one real friend. very sensitive mama’s boy. british accent, moved to fort elms when he was in high school. sad. doesn’t like his dad very much. 

personality:  the  nerdiest  mf  alive.  teddy  is  a  total  sweetheart,  very  socially  awkward,  and  pretty  damn  smart.  he  know  a  lot  about  typical  nerdy  shit.  superheroes,  star  trek.  he  LOVES  star  wars.  he's  also  in  a  band,  playing  bass.  fun  times.  he's  nervous  as  hell  —  also  super  cautious,  he  never  likes  to  do  anything  without  it  being  meticulously  planned.  total  mamas  boy.

[arigatouiris]

daughter of artemis // p.p — [07]

c h a p t e r  s e v e n

Pairing: Peter Parker x Demigod! Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; greek mythology rewritten [completely my interpretation of it, oops]; slightly based off the games god of war and assassin’s creed odyssey; hurt/comfort; cliche; fluff [on later chapters sometimes]; mentions of sex and gore; slight alternate universe

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe.

Author’s Note: Ohohoho~ Finally a proper reveal! Let me know what you guys think! Also, this story may follow FFH plotline (I haven’t watched it yet, I’ve got a show for tomorrow since being an adult sucks and I have no choice but to wait till the weekend to watch it). Anyway, hope you guys like this chapter!

Word count: 4193

07 // θυμός anger

❅

That day she waited for class to end, but didn’t seem too impatient about it. Sitting back, she waited till everyone left class so that it would be easier for her to spot the Hyena janitor. The Hyena henchman was the only henchman who hadn’t seen her, even back in Olympus. So there was no way for him to find out who she was. (y/n) sat back, opened the newest book she was reading, and simply waited. Everyone was already eager to leave, and it would happen soon enough.

However, she felt a presence appear before her. Presence of two, if she was precise. Looking up, her heart skipped a beat as she met the gaze of Peter Parker, and his best friend, Ned Leeds. Smiling instantly, and trying to cover up any signs that she recognized him, she waited for him to say something first.

She still couldn’t believe that she had found him. His eyes were just as they were in her vision; brown and warm, a hug that was invisible whenever he looked at her. He represented all things soft and caring, especially with how awkward he was with his own introduction. She didn’t know who he was to her, but there was something about Peter Parker that made her feel at ease. After all, all those years ago, she held onto his vision as something that comforted her; all those nights she couldn’t sleep, she grappled onto Peter Parker’s brown eyes for comfort.

All of which, he had no idea about.

    “What’s up, Peter Parker?” She liked saying his whole name, like a character off a book that you grow to like as soon as they are mentioned.

    “Ned and I were thinking if you'd maybe, want to watch Star Wars with us?” Ned nodded from the back, looking excited.

She chuckled before cocking her eyebrow confusedly, before tilting her head a bit. Peter looked at Ned who ushered to her once again, impatiently.

    “The movies. They are simply amazing, (y/n).” Peter said, grinning.

    “Especially the fifth and sixth ones.”

    “So many chilling moments.”

    “Even though the prequels might be questionable, Obi Wan makes everything bearable—”

    “Oh and the fights!”

    “Can’t forget how badass Yoda is in those moments.”

    “And I actually like Rey a lot, despite the whole commotion.”

    “It’s like when women are shown as strong in movies, people just get offended and call them names like ‘Mary Sue’ or whatever—”

    “Peter.” (y/n) said, giggling, forcing both of them to stop rambling, and look at her with red faces.

    “So, what do you say?” Peter asked, and she noticed the nervousness in his voice.

Her heart broke as she said, “I can’t today, Peter. I’m sorry.”

For some strange reason, the boy read her tone as cold. As if his entire morale fell, he began to understand why people called her intimidating. It wasn’t intimidation as such, it felt as if no one was on par with her. She wasn’t just regular, there was something special about her (he knew she could fight like a badass, but even more than that). Peter couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Stepping back, he understood where he stands. Ned looked over at his friend and understood his disappointment.

    “I’m sorry.” (y/n) said, but that didn’t help.

    “No, it’s fine! I mean—I get it. Well, see you around.” Peter said, his ears red with embarrassment, and his heart shattered.

    “Come on,” Ned whispered and ushered his friend out of class.

(y/n) watched them leave and kept her gaze fixed at the door even after they had left. Pressing her lips together, she looked down and felt terrible on the inside. Even if she wanted to go with them, she knew she couldn’t. She was fighting to be a God! What use was mingling with mortals? Even if she had seen Peter in her vision, there was no way she could become friends with him. She was well past that now.

Peter on the other hand, took it like a proper rejection. He didn’t have a crush on her per se, but he did definitely want to be friends with her. She found it easier to talk to him when she had nothing to share; almost as if she wants everything about her to be a secret. By being friends with Peter Parker and not as Spiderman, she would have to expose herself more than she would have to expose herself to Spiderman.

And even if he understood this, Peter didn’t quite like it. He felt Ned’s hand on his shoulder and turned to his friend with a glum expression.

    “She’s missing out, pal.” Ned said, offering his friend a kind smile.

Peter smiled back and said nothing. There was nothing to say.

❅

Half an hour had passed since Peter and Ned left the classroom. She could hear absolutely nothing from outside, and she knew this was her chance to take a look. Feeling the dagger inside her pocket, she walked out and spotted the janitor near another classroom, far ahead of her own, and watched him.

Taking a couple of steps toward him, she picked up her pace and walked over to the Hyena janitor, wondering if he could spot her and understand it was her he had to kill.

    “Excuse me,” She spoke, alerting the janitor’s attention. He was blonde haired, blue eyed—a grown up version of the Pigeon boy her uncle had shot an arrow through five years ago. “Have you seen a book titled ‘Leaves of Grass’?”

This was bait. She knew she had to make sure. If he responds to her, then he’s out. She knew of the machines Zeus had built, they were incapable of human communication. They had no soul, they had no emotions. They were vessels that were made for one thing and one thing only.

He stared at her and turned away, continuing to clean an impeccably clean spot on the ground. (y/n) watched as the mop twisted and turned on the floor, before shooting her gaze at the janitor again. This is it, she thought, gripping the dagger inside her pocket.

    “You two are such losers.” She heard a girl’s voice, causing her to freeze at spot. Turning to look ahead of the janitor, she saw Peter, Ned and a curly haired girl wearing a sweatshirt, walking toward her.

She blinked before relaxing once more. She noticed Peter’s expression, which was of hurt, before nodding once at him and turning away. Walking as quickly as she could outside the school, (y/n) felt anger surge through her veins. It would have been easy, she thought as she sprinted out of the school.

    “She definitely doesn’t like me.” Peter said, sighing.

MJ looked at him with a funny expression. Turning away from him, she stared at the ground as they continued to walk outside the school. For some strange reason, MJ didn’t like the girl, who was far too secretive for a teenager to be. It wasn’t just because Peter might have been interested.

As soon as (y/n) reaches home, she kicks the door open and lets out a guttural scream. Her face was red with anger, and her hands were shaking. The only way she could calm down was if she went up to her terrace and trained, and that was exactly what she was going to do. Quickly changing out of her jeans, (y/n) wore black tights, with her regular grey tank top, tied tapes around her hands and ran up barefoot.

She liked being barefoot because it reminded her of how she would run, back in Phokis. Heading to her terrace, she brought the punching bag to a standing position and supported it using rails, and started to punch. Tears filled her eyes each time she thought about missing the chance, but there was always tomorrow.

And tomorrow she wouldn’t just leave.

What felt like hours later, she felt a presence behind her. She knew who it was before she could even think words in her mind. However, she ignored Spiderman and continued punching the bag. She knew he could sense her anger, and she knew he must probably be confused as to why she was so angry, but there was no helping it. Even if this was a vulnerable moment for her, and even if Spiderman saw her at her weakest, she couldn’t stop herself. This was her equivalent for crying.

    “(y/n)?” His voice now seemed strangely familiar.

Turning to face him, Peter noticed the dried tears on her face and waited. Why was she crying? What had happened? She was fine when he had approached her that afternoon, what had suddenly caused a drastic change? Worry filled his veins, but he didn’t want to show it. He was still a tad bit bitter with how she had brushed him off earlier, but now he was starting to think if there was a reason to her being cold.

    “Spar with me, Spidey.” She said, tightening the tapes around her hands. Her knuckles were bloody because of all the punches she had thrown, but she didn’t care.

    “What?” He was confused, and not to mention, shocked. Before he could respond any further, (y/n) ran to him and landed a kick on his chest.

Spiderman fell backwards but got up immediately. He wanted her to stop, but with the way she was raging, he knew words would not reach her. So he decided to defend himself against her until she cooled down. But, he made a mistake in calculating if that would be easy. Her speed was incredible, she landed kicks and punches as if she were trained for years. Grabbing Spiderman’s hand, she twisted it behind his back and kicked the back of his knee, forcing him to the ground.

He winced, and she stopped. Breathing heavily, (y/n) let go of his arm and stepped back. She looked at his form on the ground and then looked at her own hands. He wasn’t even fighting back. Blinking away tears, the girl walked over to the edge of the roof and sat down, as she always would, letting her legs dangle below her. Spiderman followed suite, sat beside her, and waited. He didn’t know why he waited, but he knew she wasn’t okay.

He had never seen her this agitated before. He had always seen her calm and collected, sassy whenever he asked her a question about herself that he knew she wouldn’t answer. But right then, (y/n) was being as transparent than she had ever been before. Spiderman thought that was confusing. She bent down and put her face in her hands, and Peter wondered if she was crying.

After several minutes, “Have you watched Star Wars, Spidey?”

Spiderman was taken aback. He knew she was asking him this to avoid talking about whatever was bothering her, so he decided to play along.

    “Yep. The movies are great! Why, haven’t you seen any?”

She shook her head, sitting back up straight. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line. Spiderman continued to talk.  

    “The movies, they’re simply amazing, (y/n).” Peter said, unconsciously.

(y/n)’s eyes widened instantaneously. Turning to Spiderman, she frowned a bit.

    “Oh yeah?” She asked, waiting for more signs.

    “Yes! The storyline is incredible, and my favorite is Empire Strikes Back, it’s the fifth movie. And in the new sequels, there’s a lot of debate going on as to who Rey is and these characters, they’re going to stay with you forever, you know?”

(y/n) smiled softly before putting two and two together. Before she could say his name out loud, Spiderman got up and apologized.

    “There’s been a robbery at 8th street, I have to go!”

(y/n) smiled at him before nodding once. “Go save lives, Spiderman.”

Spiderman, or in simpler terms, Peter Parker in disguise, shot her a thumbs up before jumping away. He’s Spiderman, she thought as she continued to sit there for a while longer. That’s why both of them were in my vision. Spiderman is Peter Parker. Strangely, this didn’t confuse her, neither did it surprise her. It was as if this information was something she had always known but only forgot. Chuckling, (y/n) went back to training some more.

❅

Apollo entered her apartment with food that night. (y/n) stared at him as he made himself comfortable, setting the food on the table and ignoring her presence. She knew what he was doing, she knew why he was there. Walking over to him, she grabbed a box of noodles and walked away, not saying a word. Apollo glared at her, before deciding to break the silence.

    “What is wrong with you?”

    “People are going to find out you and I are related.” (y/n) said, rolling her eyes and opening the box of noodles.

    “That’s not as problematic as them finding out you’re not entirely human.”

She scoffed before replying, “They won’t,” taking a whole mouthful of noodles, she continued, “I’ve been careful.”

    “Oh really? Then who’s the weird spider suit boy you’ve been chummy with?”

She froze. Looking up at her uncle, and giving him the nastiest glare she could conjure, “He’s a friend. And we know nothing about each other.”

    “Right—”

    “His identity is a secret, and so is mine. We just talk about animals and other stupid stuff.”

Apollo took out his own box of noodles and sat opposite of where his niece was sitting. He was currently wearing a white tee-shirt, casual shorts and his hair was a mess. It didn’t matter, Apollo was a Greek God, he looked handsome.

    “Are you sure his identity is a secret?”

(y/n) ignored him and continued eating her dinner. Taking the hint, Apollo backed off.

    “What do you plan on doing, (y/n)?”

    “What do you mean?” She asked in response, focusing primarily on the noodles.

    “You know. With the henchman showing up and everything.”

    “I’m going to kill him, and the other two, wherever they are. And then I’m going to end Zeus’ reign and become a God. I thought you knew this.”

Apollo nodded once before saying, “What about your father?”

(y/n) froze. Not looking up at him, she said, coldly, “What about him?”

    “You wanted to find him. You came here looking for him.”

There was an uncomfortable silence in the air. Yes, she was hellbent on finding her father and whoever this Pepper person was. But that was years ago. That was before she knew what her mother wanted her to do. Now there was no one else to carry out her prophecy; no one but herself. She had to take a stand. And if she was to become a God, then there was no need for finding her father.

(y/n) licked her lips and finally looked at her uncle in the eye. Placing the box of noodles aside, the girl folded her arms and watched him intently.

    “You know who he is, don’t you?”

The shock presented itself rather clearly on Apollo’s face. (y/n) smirked bitterly before once again starting to eat, shaking her head to herself.

    “I… I don’t—”

    “You brought me here to New York, out of all the places in America, where I meet two of the people in my vision. Tell me, uncle. Why New York?”

Apollo stared at his niece in wonder. How long had she known? When had she figured this out? He gave her far too little credit; (y/n) was a demigod, she was smarter than any other regular mortal. To even think he could keep this a secret from her was silly of him. Apollo felt ashamed, far too ashamed than he had ever felt before.

    “It’s easier to extract information from a mortal. So, mother didn’t tell me who he is. But, you know.”

Tears fill Apollo’s eyes for a strange reason he couldn’t pinpoint. Blinking them away, he hoped his niece’s pain doesn’t convert to a feeling of betrayal.

    “I’m… I’m so—”

    “My mother willed it that I don’t know who my father is. So that he is safe and kept away from all this rubbish. So, let it be that way. And besides, once I become a God, I can’t live a normal human life. Finding my father is completely redundant.”

     “(y/n)...” Apollo let out, without realizing. 

     “I’m not who I was, uncle.”

To think the God of the Sun could feel this sad was absurd, but he felt it. As a matter of fact, he felt practically nothing. He didn’t watch as his niece took the box of noodles and went ahead to dispose it. He didn’t notice her tell him she was going to bed. Apollo sat there, alone, feeling miserable and missing his sister. There was a slight tingle at the ends of his fingers, a tingle he couldn’t remember having ever felt before.

What do I do? He asked his dead sister. What do I do, Artemis? She’s turning into the one thing you never wanted her to become.

Apollo sniffed the tears behind and rubbed a hand across his face.

She’s turning into a God.

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It had been close to a month since Thanos was defeated. And yet, for Tony Stark, the fear hadn’t truly disappeared. It was like the feeling after an anxiety attack, there was still a lingering fear that made you worry that something more was to come, but even if you knew that this was all for now, the feeling never quite went away. Tony had imagined victory to feel different from how it felt at that moment, but he was glad nevertheless.

Morgan was asleep by his side and even if he probably could never use his right hand again, Tony was alive and was back with his family; a family he loved more than he could love anything in the world.

He was certain that he would die that day. However, there was something strange that Tony saw that he couldn’t quite tell anyone else about. A voice, right after snapping his fingers. Tony heard a voice he hadn’t ever heard before; the voice of a girl. It felt familiar, but he was also certain he hadn’t heard it, but the familiarity stemmed from it being a nice, warm feeling. He couldn’t remember her words, nor could he remember her face, but she was there. For those few seconds after he had snapped Thanos and his goons into dust, she was there, with him, holding on to him, keeping him alive.

Turning to Morgan, he wondered if the voice belonged to his daughter. Grown up and well, guiding him, shielding him, protecting him and keeping him warm.

Coming back to not being able to feel his right hand, things were quite simple. He hated being handed things, but now things were always being handed to him. He knew for a fact that when he could get up and move about, he would definitely do something about his hand situation. Even if Pepper advises him not to, there was always a rebel living inside Tony’s heart.

The door opened and in came Pepper, offering him a loving smile and turning to their daughter with warmth.

    “She’s asleep.”

    “After listening to the thousandth story for the thousandth time.” Tony retorted.

Pepper chuckled before carrying little Morgan, holding her in her arms.  

    “Someone’s here to see you, Tony.”

    “Please tell me it’s not Steve, I can’t bear to see Steve right now, I don’t even have a—”

The door opened and Natasha smirked, “I’m not Steve.”

    “Oh, hi, Nat. Yes, just walk in, I’m completely fine and don’t have anything on me that is embarrassing or weird.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “I’m going to ignore that comment.”

    “Sit down, you look distressed. Don’t tell me another creature is here to wipe off the universe. Good thing I still have another good hand.”

Pepper gave her husband a look. “Too soon?” Tony asked, before sighing and leaning back on his bed.

However, Natasha was distressed. On her way to Tony’s cabin, Natasha was heading over to the Stark industries—where the Avengers were still operating. She observed a rather strange person trying to enter Stark industries, a strange symbol on their jacket.

A symbol she had seen from five years ago. The symbol of a wolf, engraved on his jacket, just like a Sloth had been engraved on another jacket. Evading him as smoothly as she could, Natasha knew she had to confirm something, and that could only happen here.

Natasha had almost forgotten about (y/n). She remembered confirming with Pepper about going to Greece years ago, but now she had something to show for it. She couldn’t quite call the world peaceful just yet, having fought one of those crazy mud beasts that were after the girl five years ago. Pepper sat down on a couch with Morgan in her arms, still asleep.

Looking up at Tony, she let out a breath.

    “You’ve been to Greece, right?”

Tony blinks at her. “Loads of times. What is this? A random question and answer—”

    “I remember you asked me that years ago.” Pepper recalled.

Natasha nodded, “Yeah, the art gala thing. Tell me about it.”

    “Nat, is there another threat? Tell me there’s no threat, I cannot deal with another threat right now. Do you understand—”

    “Tony. Answer the goddamn question.”

Pepper looked at Tony and then at Natasha. The way she looked seemed calm, and she guessed that it wasn’t a threat, but something else. Natasha’s inquiries resembled the questions you’d ask a boyfriend on his whereabouts. She stood by the door, folding her arms in front of her chest. 

    “Hmm, well, that art gala thing was close to 20 years ago. There was this incredibly, ahem, attractive woman—”

    “Go ahead, and say the word. I knew you were attracted to her.” Pepper said, with a smile.

    “They were twins. Alec and Aria. Phew. I can’t ever forget her.” Tony said, leaning back, almost mumbling.

    “Why not?” Natasha asked, curious.

    “Well, she told me something very important after we...you know...”

    “You had sex with her?” Pepper asked, surprised.

Tony shrugged before saying, “She told me I loved Pepper. That it was always her. That when I dream, it’ll always be her.”

Pepper’s eyes widened. The blonde woman tried to fight back a smile that was coming her way, but couldn’t. She looked away, blushing.

    “Well, at least she didn’t make a mess of things and call you names for leaving her or anything.” Pepper said, rolling her eyes.

    “No, no. Actually, she was quite relaxed about everything. She wasn’t bitter, she wasn’t trying to make me stay or anything. It was almost as if she was a saint. Nothing bad about her, I’m afraid. I think,” Tony scrunched up his face, “She was the only woman who didn’t try to kill me after we had sex. We actually had a proper conversation after we did the deed.”

    “She had a twin brother, right?” Natasha asked Pepper.

Pepper nodded, “He was incredibly handsome, women everywhere were just fawning over Alec, it was incredible how he didn’t ever lose control of himself like a certain billionaire.” Tony gave his wife a look.

    “Did he look like this?”

Natasha showed them both a picture. It was of a grown man and a girl, almost thirteen years old, their backs facing the camera, standing beside one another, at the edge of a roof. He was turning to her, so his face was visible from the side, but the girl’s face was not.

    “Oh, yes! That’s him. I can’t ever mistake it.” Pepper said, touching the picture.

Tony frowned before asking, “Why do I think that’s not who we’re talking about?”

Natasha smirked at Tony’s response. 

    “This is a picture from five years ago. After the snap,” Pepper and Tony nodded, waiting for Natasha to continue. Black Widow pointed to the girl in the picture and continued, “She’s his twin sister’s daughter.”

Neither of them say a word. It was as if Pepper had already figured it out, as one of her hands flew to her mouth. She looked at Tony, who still didn’t take the hint.

    “Tony,” Natasha pressed. “How many years ago did you go to Greece for this gala? Tell me the exact number.”

Tony looked straight into Natasha’s eyes, “Eighteen. It was somewhere in 2005.”

    “This girl is 18 years old now, Tony.”

Only one word could describe what Tony was feeling. Only one word made sense for the moment. That word was the only response to something like this, which made everyone understand that Tony had understood what Natasha was trying to tell him.

    “Fuck.”

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Gwenspiration: The Wacky Version Vol. 3 - The Moodboards

So, here I go again parading myself and tooting like there is no tomorrow.

As people still brave enough to follow me on Tumblr will know, I do a lot of moodboards, or at least I call them such. Others call them collages or storyboards or pictures with random text. Either way, for me, moodboards became a neat tool to somehow capture story ideas not yet anywhere near a level that I could write fic about them - or serve as inspirations for fics I am actually writing.

And it gives me opportunity to hoard unhealthy amounts of Gwen and Nik pics, in the name of moodboards. And science. And stuff. Whoozah!

So yeah, in this post, I want to share some of my personal favorites. A lot of them actually, because I can’t decide, really.

I will start off with a group of moodboards which took inspiration from the Marvel universe, since the Marvel universe was my gateway into the more active parts of fandom.

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An all-time fave is the Iron Man AU... I mean, what not to love about a JB AU with Jaime as sassy Tony Stark and Brienne as the not-taking any shit from you army doctor, am I right? But yeah, seriously, Jaime *is* the Tony Stark of the GOT universe, and I can’t be convinced otherwise. And neither should be you.

Also, the Iron Man suits just totally fit the color scheme for both, which made creating the moodboards all the better for me. Jaime and Brienne were made for armor, now in medieval or modern times, let’s not kid ourselves.

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Another Marvel fave has got to be Captain Westeros. Because if there is a female GOT Version of Steve Rogers, it’s gotta be Brienne of fuckin’ Tarth. This one is really close to my heart because it gave me a lot of feels coming up with plot bunnies for it, and the tragedy of those two people missing each other in time over and over again, always trying to protect one another, only to end up on opposite sides because of the machinations of others... *sigh*

And I mean, one guy loses an arm. The other is blond and strong... I don’t make the rules but this delivers me enough material to re-imagine this as a JB AU... so yeah, I do kinda make the rules after all. Anyway.

Since I realized that this post’s gonna get even looooonger, I decided to make a cut here and put the rest below, so not to have you scrolling for five hours.

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Although it’s not the most popular moodboard amongst my followers (you brave people, I can’t parade you enough for staying through the madness lol), I really, really love that Fantastic Four moodboard and the concept behind it. And I just know a lot of effort went into making Valyrian Steel Brienne, which took all of my three computer editing skillz brain cells. But yeah, here again, I liked to play with the idea of them not admitting to their love until shit hits the fan and then they hide behind that because... drama, angst, feels, pining, yadda.

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And we go from Marvel to DC little quick. Because Brienne is, most certainly, a Wonder Woman. Nuf said.

Now, let’s move on to other big movie franchises that give me all the JB feels:

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Jurassic Park (aka Valyrian Park) evidently holds a special place in my heart because JB fighting dinosaur-dragon hybrids and kicking ass while being disbelieving about what was bred out in Valyria thanks to some certain someones to rescue Brienne’s adoptive daughter Arya is just... a thing? For me anyway.

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More down memory lane, I don’t know how often I watched the LOTR movies, suffice to say it was a lot a lot. We had the extended versions DVDs of the first two and basically it was the one thing to watch when nothing was on (which was the case a lot). Either way. JB in MIddle Earth long after the days of Frodo et al. - why? Because I just loved the idea (and aesthetic) of Jaime as a ranger and Brienne as a knight of Gondor working in disguise. And Hobbipod. I mean, Pod as a Hobbit. Come the fuck on. And Tyrion as an asshole wizard. What could possibly go wrong? This moodboard was very time-consuming as I had to do a lot of edits (pointy ears, tiny up people, smudge Brienne’s face on a lot of Boromir and Faramir images, smudge Jaime’s face on a lot of Aragorn images, you name it). So yeah. No matter its popularity... I dig it. Despite not having read the books yet (I know, shocking), I continue to ogle at the idea and go like: Must. Write. But. Must. Resist. Either way. Mood.

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So yeah, I grew up watching these movies a lot, too (I grew up watching a lot of TV, period). And when Gwen was cast as Captain Phasma, I got a lot of JB juices flowing as a result. Mehe. I found it was a fun idea to play with, to basically *kill* Phasma so *Brienne* can come into play and assume her identity. And a rundown Jedi!Jaime who’s lost faith in himself and everything else safe for his partner in crime/resistance is just... I needz. So you gotta cope with it. I still adore this concept a lot even if others may not. :)

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This one’s just... gah. Feels. And I really liked the color scheme lol. And I watched Horse Whisperer A LOT. Because of feels. And horses. And Honor is a horse and he deserved better than be barbecued at Highgarden, dammit.

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The No Reservations AU definitely has to be in this post because I live for this dynamic. Brienne taking care of the girls, not knowing how, though, constantly doubting herself while always trying to be perfect and composed, not just in life but on the job as well. And Jaime being the laid-back guy who’s just a darn good chef but may carry his own baggage of problems that keep him from his happy ending story is just... mah jam.

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This one was a lot of fun to do because you don’t really think about Erin Brockovich when you say Brienne of Tarth in terms of character. But when you scratch away the boob jokes and the differences in where they come from, what you find are two hard-working women who fight for justice, so I found that close enough. And it was excuse enough for me to go down the lane of biker!Jaime because... dayum.

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Music and Lyrics is an all-time guilty pleasure romcom of mine. It’s so light and easy and I kind of love how everyone is basically a bunch of awkward losers. All the more perfect for Jaime as a singer (we need that in our lives after the infamous video Nik was in to sing to us about global warming...) and Brienne as the unexpectedly gifted songwriter. What I like about the moodboard per se is how the color scheme turned out because it’s all warm and bright and... makes me happy.

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Very much in contrast to the former stands this one. I still love the overall mood of it and I dig the story idea because I dug both The Prestige and The Illustionist because they presented something dark yet very different, which made it all the more appealing to put into a moodboard for me. While not the most well-known moodboard of mine, I keep going back to it time and time again to basically lust at all the illusions and magic and drama. And blue butterflies.

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What is there not to love about a Pacific Rim AU for JB, am I right? Right?! JB ain’t just compatible when it comes to the Drift, yo, that’s all I’m gonna say. Reasons why I like the moodboard a lot is that it’s very different, flashy colors, gigantic robots, and I was mostly alright with how the edits turned out. It is tough to get images that fit the angles, yo.

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Jumping back in time once more, I really adore this one even though it’s not one of my popular moodboards. I dug the fusion of elements from Cinderella Man while granting Brienne as the female lead more space to develop as a character and make her a badass sniper nurse who is about to get her doctor’s degree. And Jaime doing anything to make it work because he owes her a debt (and his love) by boxing his way to their shared life is just... nice.

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Another supposedly lesser known moodboard is this one, though I really adore it for its premise and the amount of work I put into it (all the giffing and moodboarding). I also found use for that image of Gwen with what looks like the veil of a nun, which was probably what had me inspired in the first place lol. The plot bunnies revolve less around Se7en and more the novel El ùltimo Catón (2001) because it has a nun solving a mystery revolving around Dante’s works. But Se7en gives us the Seven, which is a delicious parallel too hard to ignore. For me at least. If only I knew how to write crime, dammit.

Now, to  move more into the serial (smooth transition from serial killer to serial TV shows, I know, I know) way of life, here is some moodboards inspired by TV shows (although some have since gotten movies which I also took inspiration from... yadda):

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Childhood memory galore. I spent many weekends watching The A-Team with the whole family. When the movie came out, I was happy about the feels it gave me (and the “you spin my head right round” scene still cracks me up more often than it should). Either way. I found it absolutely necessary for Jaime to be Face, for Tyrion to be Hannibal, for Bronn to be B.A. and cuss at everyone and everything and Brienne giving us the strangest genderbend of a Howling Mad Murdock. It added some angst, which I always need because I am a thirsty hoe for it. In case no one noticed yet. Ha.

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This one is very remotely inspired by The Bletchley Circle and the Imitation Game (because both feature encryption and one features Charles Dance already, yo.) I just really dug the idea of Brienne being so good at this because she is such a straight thinker but being underestimated because “she a woman.” And of course her not being done just encoding messages but getting into action, very much to the dismay of the stupid soldier wanting to defend the bae from harm. What could possibly go wrong? Right. A lot.

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Then. Elementary. Let me count the ways in which I love that show... ALL THE WAYS. And I really dig it as a JB AU. I have so many thoughts and feelings, I can’t even begin to tell you. I especially had my fun basically making Jaime Sherlock without making him really Sherlock because that guy was the one who taught him how to be an investigator before disappearing and fucking up his life for bad. And Brienne as the army doctor turned sober companion turned private investigator turned love interest is just too delicious to ignore.

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Pants down I mean hands down, this may be the actual favorite (currently) amongst them all for the plain reason that I also grew up watching that series and still watch it and keep obsessing about it. Ever since Discovery launched and has since given me both joy and grief, I found myself intrigued by the premise of a JB Star Trek AU where Brienne would be standing *with* the Klingons during the war around the time Discovery takes place, and Captain Jaime Lannister having lost far too much to this war already to truly trust anyone, even less so a woman who ran to the Klingons, for what it seems.

You would not believe how many ideas I have for a fic based on it. You wouldn’t believe that I basically have a sequel to that fic already in mind. And you would definitely believe, knowing me, that I am nowhere near writing that fic. But a fangirl can dream and moodboard, right? The moodboard was such a fun way of going about it, not only for the edits but because I could sneak some secret Klingon messages in there. :)

Now, on to the last part, which are the moodboards not inspired by movies or TV shows primarily but really just spewed out of my wacky, wacky brain:

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This has a special place in my heart because it combines military and the traumas it comes with for JB and.... the aesthetic of farming. And both finding a kind of peace they didn’t know they were looking for as they struggle to adjust and find their way back “to normal” after the horrors they have both seen in war. And did I mention the aesthetic? And Jaime in plaid? All dirty and sweaty? Do I have to say more?

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Why this one? Because it combines angst and romance and falling in love twice because DESTINY. And paintings. I love me my artist AUs. So that was my go at it, combining it with the “mystery” to be uncovered about what history Jaime and Brienne actually share as he tries to put his memories back together.  Also. This moodboard gave me opportunity to try out new filters and create JB paintings. :)

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This one’s gotta be on the list since I also added the Horse Whisperer. Now it’s Dog Whisperer Jaime and Brienne who won’t give up on her dog who’s seen some shit in the warzone (as did she, but Brienne will put it all aside for her doggish best buddy, of course). While it’s not a very popular moodboard of mine, I really enjoy the premise of it and how the dynamics can so easily change between the two of them if you see it in comparison to the Horse Whisperer AU. Also. I just really think Jaime is a total pet person.

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Another lesser known moodboard, I’d assume, but I really dug the premise of it (still do), and it was intriguing to do some edits to make Jaime’s hand *truly* golden lol. With people having developed strange mutations which aren’t nearly as much fun as they are in Fantastic Four AUs. What I liked about it was the idea that Brienne would have a kind of mutation/ability that links to the mind, since she is such a physically strong fighter that she may rather rely on that than on her own mind, fearing that she cannot control that with discipline the same way she can train her body with it. What unites the two is their strong wish to protect the people in their care, in a world on the verge of collapse forcing two unexpected allies together (okay, I totally expected it, but they didn’t). Either way. Much love for this one. :)

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Aaaand the last one (not of all the ones I made but the ones I picked for Gwenspiration). I really, really, really adore this one because I was so happy with how the aesthetic turned out and how the colors all match. And I dig the premise. Like holy moly do I dig it deep. Jaime and Brienne both serving in military, but on different fronts, and almost accidentally ending up writing each other letters? I mean... the PINING. And Brienne having to decipher Jaime’s chickenscratch. Yeah no, but for real. I just love the idea so much. That they are both committed to the cause while also yearning for a home, for peaceful times, for sweet, sweet love. And them meeting up and acting like stupid teenagers, only for drama to keep hitting because. It’s eh me angsty Wacky.

Either way. I dig the premises of a lot of my moodboards (in fact... basically all of them or else I wouldn’t be making them, I guess). I spared you listing all of them, though I listed a whole damn lot already. Moodboards are an awesome means for me personally to visualize and (re-)imagine. And since quite a few people seem to continue to be onboard with them, I am all the happier to keep making them.

That’s all for today.

Much love! ♥♥♥

*flies away*

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[elisaphoenix13]

Against All Odds (Ch. 2)

"You ran?"

Stephen raises an eyebrow at Scott as he bites into his hamburger and the younger teen looks down with a bright red blush. Instead of answering, he shoves some fries into his mouth and avoids his friend's searching gaze as they eat the food they picked up on the way to Scott's house. When Scott came tearing out of the school and practically dragging Stephen with him when he passes him, the junior questioned his hurry but Scott kept his mouth shut. At least until they got to his house after renting a couple of movies and picking up something to eat. Stephen was a little more persistent about asking what happened at school and with nowhere to run anymore, Scott caved.

"I was going to say something…" Scott starts timidly.

"But?"

Scott blushes again and mumbles incoherently as he unwraps his burger and bites into it, and Stephen sighs after making the assumption that Scott wasn't going to elaborate any further. At least not for now. The younger was just fine with that. He wasn't sure what Stephen would say about Quill's comment about Scott's eyes, but he was relatively sure that Stephen would say Quill was flirting with him or something along those lines. Not a chance of that. Quill was nice to everyone, and he said it after knocking Scott to the ground. It was a passing compliment. Probably to make Scott feel better.

He wouldn't know now after he ran off like a chicken with its head cut off.

"When are your parents supposed to come back?" Stephen asks and Scott shrugs.

"I dunno. They're not here a lot. Most of the time they just send me money for food." Stephen stops his hamburger right before his mouth and gives the younger a look of astonishment.

"Wait...when was the last time they were home?"

"Three months ago?" Scott looks over at the calendar hanging on his wall and nods. "Yeah. That seems about right."

"How long were they home before they left again?" Stephen asks quietly.

"Couple of days." Scott looks back over at Stephen and his eyes widen when he notices the sympathy in the older boy's eyes. "It's not a big deal!"

"It explains a lot."

Before Scott could even open his mouth to ask Stephen what he's talking about, the older teen holds up a movie. The younger nods, effectively ending their odd conversation, and they spend the rest of the day watching their movies and eating junk food in the living room. They of course kept the horror movie for later that night, but it ended up being so terrible that both of the boys fell asleep in the middle of it, and even slept through the night. A lot of the weekend was spent like that. Watching movies, Scott fiddling with some electronic or other while Stephen read a book and they had the t.v. on as background noise, and just good old conversations. Nothing as weird as Friday night, but regular teenager stuff. Scott actually felt a little normal for once. He had a friend sleeping over, and it helped fill the void of loneliness Scott felt.

Stephen was right. He was lonelier than he originally thought, but that was because he was so used to an empty house. Scott was so used to being alone and invisible that that was how he made himself at school. It was all he knew. That was why when Stephen first talked to him properly at school, not only was he genuinely surprised, but he also wasn't sure how to handle the situation.

Was that what happened with Quill too? Sure, Scott having a huge crush on him was a big factor, but maybe he still wasn't used to the attention. He knew how to handle teachers, but other students? Other people? They just brushed by him like he didn't exist. Even his parents were guilty of that sometimes, and Scott was honestly surprised they remembered to send him money for food. They took care of the house bills and whenever they were home, they barely looked his way every now and then let alone talked to him. Scott didn't mind much. He was grateful for the roof over his head and that they at least remembered to send him grocery money.

Stephen stayed at his house until Sunday afternoon, and when the older boy left, the house had never felt emptier. He was suddenly very aware of how quiet it was and wondered why it never felt like this whenever his parents left for another business trip. Maybe because he was used to that. Having Stephen over for the weekend was new and different though.

Or maybe it was the fact that Stephen said he had to go watch his siblings while his parents went out for the night. Scott always saw families interacting with each other, or he heard his classmates complain about a sibling or an unfair punishment their father gave them...and he wanted that. He wanted to have parents that asked him how his day at school was, that grounded him for a bad grade or misbehavior, or that he could spend a vacation with. Scott told Stephen that being home alone all the time was no big deal, but he only said that to get that sympathetic look off his face.

He was used to it. Being invisible was a part of his life.

So when Monday finally rolled around, Scott acted as if Stephen didn't know about his home life, and to his relief, the older boy didn't bring it up. Things were still the same at school. He had his morning classes, he and Stephen sat at their usual table for lunch, and once Scott was done eating he pulled out his books to get a head start on his homework. Only, his textbook for math was missing.

Scott sighs. "I left my math book in class."

"Then go get it. It's lunch period." Stephen says without looking up from his own homework.

"I'll be right back. Don't drink my juice." The younger replies before getting up from the table.

Stephen doesn't respond as Scott walks away, and he makes his way through the halls to his math class, barely noticing that his teacher was inside talking to another student. He was just going to slip in, grab his book, and slip out and no one would notice he was even there. So he opens the door quietly and heads over to his desk to grab his textbook sitting innocently on the surface, and when he picks it up, the teacher calls out to him.

"Ah, Scott!"

Well so much for not being noticed.

"Sorry. I was just getting my book. I'm leaving again." Scott mumbles as he turns back toward the door.

"Oh. So you can talk." Scott almost jumps out of his skin at the sound of Quill's voice. "I thought you might have been mute."

The teacher looks between the two. "I see you know each other. Scott here is one of my top students…"

Did Scott look like a frightened rabbit? He felt like one. In fact, he felt like a bug under a microscope with the way Quill was scrutinizing him from across the room. Crap, was this what Scott was doing every day at lunch? Quill never seemed to notice but if he did, this is probably what he would feel like. Scott should really stop staring then...and maybe start paying attention to the conversation that he was obviously a part of since both the teacher and Quill were looking at him expectantly.

"What?" Scott manages to wheeze out.

First you run away and now you're standing around like a dumbass.

"I already have three students I'm tutoring, but I don't have the time for a fourth. You understand the material so would you be willing to help out Peter?" His teacher says.

Scott's eyes nearly bulge out of his head once he processes the request. "Huh?"

Now you just look stupid.

"I-I'm only a Sophomore sir." The younger stammers out.

"That doesn't change the fact that you know the math." The teacher leads Quill over toward Scott, and then both students out the door. "You'll do fine. Now excuse me while I try to eat lunch before the period is over."

The teacher closes the door behind them and Scott squirms uncomfortably bed to Quill, making sure to stare intently at the floor and avoid eye contact with the senior. He just wanted to get his book...and now somehow he was roped into helping his crush with his math homework? Had he actually agreed to it? His head was still spinning from how fast it all happened.

"Are you okay with this?" Quill finally asks and Scott nods once. "Okay...I have football practice everyday, so should we meet somewhere afterwards?"

"I...I go to the library to study for a little while after school. I can stay there."

"Cool. So I guess I'll meet you after school?"

Scott nods and for the second time in a week, he races away from Quill and rejoins Stephen in the cafeteria. The older boy looks up when Scott sits at the table after dropping his textbook on it, and straightens his back when he notices the younger staring a hole into the table.

"Scott?"

The sophomore word vomited. He told Stephen everything that happened in the span of the five minutes he was gone, and Scott could tell that Stephen was trying not to laugh.

"What?!" Scott asks him helplessly.

"Nothing...I guess life is just finally making things up to you." Stephen says with a wave of his hand and the younger frowns at him.

"Shoving my crush in my face like this when nothing can happen is not a favor."

Stephen frowns again but doesn't say anything more, and when the bell rings, they quietly pack up and make their way to their next classes. The rest of the day was nerve wracking for Scott. All he could think about was the 'tutoring' session rapidly coming up and how desperately he didn't want to make himself look like a bigger loser. He already fled from the senior twice and the first time made Quill think Scott was mute, and then he fled the second time with as little interaction as possible. With this homework session coming up (tutoring just sounded wrong to him), Scott wasn't going to be able to run and that was a scary thought.

He actually asked Stephen if he could stick around for the impending meeting with Quill, when they met in the library after school, but the older boy shook his head.

"I can't. I have things to do at home."

Well so much for Stephen's support, even if would have just been in presence. His friend left him to kill another hour of time while Scott waited for Quill to finish with practice, and he eventually got sucked into one of his assignments that he lost track of time. He was in the middle of writing down an answer to a history question when a voice spoke to him and very easily spooked him.

"Hey--oh shit. Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you!" Quill exclaims when Scott visibly jumps and sits upright in surprise.

When the hell did he get there? Scott didn't even hear him walk in or sit down or anything, but here Quill was, already sitting across from him and freshly showered. That was good. Scott was hoping he would take the time to shower off all of the dirt and sweat he accumulated during practice so he wouldn't have to smell it for the next hour. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Scott wondered what Quill looked like all sweaty and--

Stop. Stop that right now. Don't daydream about him while he's sitting right in front of you with his mus-

Scott had to gag his thoughts and kick them down the proverbial steps and into the cold dark basement of his mind. Quill wasn't here for him to gawk at. He was here for help with math and that's all Scott was going to do. He was also going to make himself look like an idiot again because Quill obviously asked him something as he was looking at Scott intently again.

"Sorry...what?"

"Where do you want to start?" Quill repeats.

I can think of a few places. Scott winces and kicks those thoughts down to his mind basement as well. "Do your homework I guess and then I could look it over and then help you with what you missed."

"Sounds good."

While Quill did his homework though, Scott was completely distracted. He tried to focus on his own homework but all he could think about was how big Quill really was up close like this (and how intimidating it was), the smell of soap and shampoo coming off of him in waves, and that if Scott stretched his legs out he would very easily touch Quill's. He could easily prop his feet in the senior's lap. Having Stephen sit across from him was one thing, the older boy was tall so they did periodically brush against each other when one of them stretched out, but Quill seemed to take up a lot more space. Not only was he tall (taller than Stephen even), he was also broad and it made Scott feel very, very small.

He's big. Huge. Big. Big. Big.

His thoughts were going to be the death of him.

"Here." Quill suddenly says after about half an hour. Scott looks up from the paper he was staring at the entire time when the other teen pushes his notebook over to him, and checks Quill's work.

"You missed a lot...but you have an idea of what to do. You just skipped a couple of steps." Scott explains as he pushes the homework back to Quill.

The next half hour was Scott explaining the steps that Quill missed, and he managed not to stumble over his words as he explained it. It was nothing short of a miracle. Regardless of his huge crush, Scott was still relieved when their homework session was over. The past hour was frayed on his nerves and he just wanted to go home and recover from the stress of it, and hopefully prepare himself for the next few weeks of doing this every weekday.

"Thanks for the help. You make it easier than the teacher does." Quill says as they pack up their things.

"Sure."

"Do you want a ride home?"

Another ten minutes of tension?

"No thank you. I have a few things I need to do on the way home." Scott says, and it wasn't really a lie.

"I don't mind helping you run a couple of errands. It's the least I can do after keeping you at school like this." Quill insists.

"One of them isn't very quick. I have some grocery shopping to do." Scott immediately kicks himself for telling the senior that. Especially when Quill gives him a funny look.

"Don't one of your parents do that?"

"Usually." Scott lies. "They're out of town right now though so I need to do it this time."

"I still don't mind, and it would make things easier for you since I have a car. You wouldn't need to carry everything home. I'm assuming you're not at the driving age at least."

Damn. He made a good argument. Scott went grocery shopping at least three times a week because he couldn't buy everything at once and carry it all home. It was too much. But doing his shopping with Quill trailing behind him?

"No. It's fine. Thanks."

Coward.

#stephen strange #scott lang #peter quill #antlord #high school au

[twiststreet]

Favorite 10 Movies 2019-- Didn’t see the Irishman, the Farewell, Little Women or the San Francisco movie; didn’t think that Marriage Story movie would be on my list anyways but didn’t see that one either (though I always end up liking those Baumbach movies...); or the movie in that Dave Ehrlich video that I’d never heard of that I’m curious about is the Souvenir-- that sounded interesting:

1. Once Upon a Time in Hollywood

The only movie I wanted to see twice in a theater.  I like where I live, and that movie just showed off a bunch of it in a really romantic way.  Just the long sigh of that movie, or just how many movie pleasures it has to it-- Brad Pitt just driving, and that’s enough cause he’s a fucking movie star.  And just a thorny movie-- not a movie I’d want to “defend” necessarily, sure, I’m more sympathetic to the “I wish it didn’t all have to change” at the heart of the movie than maybe I want to be, I don’t know if that’s the healthiest shit.  I liked thinking about it, good and bad.  

I didn’t like the conversation around it at first, all the clickbait, but I liked how once you got past that, it did feel like a movie people could enjoy arguing about-- that was the New York Times thing this year, how all these movies felt worth arguing about for a change.  I think it’s been a pretty great year in movies-- I liked more than 10 movies, anyways, and the ones I didn’t like, like something like Hustlers, I get that someone else could be super-into it and make a case for it and... Or I had no interest in Joker but seeing people argue about it after it came out (instead of before)... I mean, I want movies to be that-- something people give a shit about...

2. Uncut Gems

I’ve met a bunch of guys like this, so I don’t even know how to talk about this one, except just “Yeah, I’ve met that fucking guy.”  I enjoyed it as like a family album of people I’ve met in the last 10 years.  I guess it’s not a huge hit with mainstream audiences or I’ve seen people online who are like “I don’t get it,” and that’s fine, whatever, but when people are talking like, oh I haven’t met someone like that (or like Sandler’s just a gambling addict)... I just don’t know what to even say about that... Plus, a lot of faces in that movie.

3.  Andadhun

This Indian suspense movie was really fun for me the way Breaking Bad or something like that was fun.  It’s pretty surprising it didn’t catch on more.  It’s silly the way one of those shows is silly, and it’s got one or two twists too many, but I just think if you can go along with the premise, this was just a real fun time.  Just a fun suspense movie.

4. Cold Pursuit

Oh fuck, I just think it’s the comedy of the year.  It just threw so many fucking people because if you go and look at reviews, a bunch of reviewers are like “this Liam Neeson movie is his strangest revenge movie yet.”  And they don’t pick up on the fact that they made an extremely straight-faced parody of Liam Neeson revenge movies... starring Liam Neeson.  There’s a scene where Liam Neeson’s beating the hell out of somebody and he’s screaming “Where can I find Santa?”  Because the guy he has to kill is named Santa for no reason??  Or there’s a scene where an angry Asian woman makes Liam Neeson awkwardly sit there and watch her make out with her husband.  And it just builds to this finale that... I can’t even imagine being in an opening night theater for the final scene of this movie.  Like that first audience watching this and thinking they’d be getting a normal Liam Neeson movie and then getting a movie with an ending that this movie has, or a scene where Liam Neeson gives a speech at the beginning because he’s, like, the Snow Plow Man of the Year or ... I don’t even know.  

I know it didn’t work for a lot of people because it’s so straight-faced and so deadpan and maybe indistinguishable from an actual Liam Neeson movie in a lot of ways, but I just laughed and laughed watching it... And I think that was intentional... I think...???

5.  Dolemite is My Name

Eddie being entertaining for the first time in a long time. I mean, Bowfinger was ... 20 years ago?  More?  And Bowfinger was his comeback movie when it came out.  Bowfinger was “Eddie’s still got it” after some of those family movies.  A++ Wesley Snipes; just a nice, entertaining “root for the underdog” movie.  I wanted to show it to my nephews but there’s a bunch of like sex and swearing and dirty jokes that make it pretty inappropriate for kids, but in my head, that movie’s like a Karate Kid or something like that, just a great scrappy-losers-win movie.  When was the last one of those that landed?  There are so many kinds of movies that just work and I don’t know why they have such a hard time making them...

6.  High Flying Bird

I didn’t see anyone really mention this on any top 10 lists, but I really dug seeing Soderbergh and his iPhone just making something as Soderbergh-y as this one.  Where it’s just... guys in a room talking obliquely about money.  There’s some hokey shit at the end, a couple notes I wasn’t into (the girl reading the book beat), but I just remember really digging just watching people talk in this one, especially when he’s just letting Andre Holland rip... I don’t know why it didn’t connect more with other people.  It’s Soderbergh just really, really doing a “Soderbergh movie”... I don’t know it that’s lost its cache with critics, but I’m still into that...

7.  The Lighthouse

Not a great story movie, but just seeing two of the better/best? actors (Dafoe’s pretty great) just get handed all the rope you’d ever want to see them get handed to just go nuts and scream crazy shit at each other...?  There’s a ton of stupid reasons to make a movie, but that’s not one of them.  I didn’t think much of the story, and I’m not into the director, but that’s one of the biggest “who gives a shit if everything else in that movie sucks shit” things I can imagine.  It’s got Dafoe and Pattinson screaming at each other about fucking Poseidon or whatever the fuck for 2 hours.  Why the fuck wouldn’t you want to see that??  

8. Midsommar

I want to fuck like the Swedish fuck, it turns out.

9.  Parasite

I didn’t really like this movie in the hours after it was done, but you know, fuck, I gotta admit, it’s pretty fucking good.  I’m not into the director.  But the execution of this is just pretty strong, just thinking about the whole of it afterwards-- acting or production design especially or some of the choices they made in term of ... not overselling the poor characters as being especially noble in a way that’d be phony.  (Though I just don’t share some of that movie’s thematic ideas about... there’s a couple parts that are supposed to be “profound” that I just don’t find agreeable or that I’m not sympathetic to, as just a crabby fuck).  Or it was a movie I was pretty impressed by up until the ending, where I really didn’t love that last 10 minutes or so, is the thing, where the movie had shifted genres and tones so much that I don’t think i was where the movie wanted to situate me or where the rest of the audience was situated (i.e. I might have been the problem there.  Or there are things about it generally I’m not into-- some of the shorthand on why we’re supposed to judge the rich family I don’t know about. I just had little weird issues with it or things that when it was over, I was frustrated with.  Or I just... 

It’s just one I didn’t like as much as other people did, but I gotta give it up that I’m not saying I’m especially right to not feel more strongly about it, because I can see the merits and I can see why it’s good and I don’t disagree with any of that, either.  Or it’s... the design of the movie is just... It’s just a well designed movie, physically, writing-wise, just... It feels like things are in the right place with that movie, even if I had my reactions to it... i don’t know-- sometimes things are good and I’m not into them anyways, and I gotta chalk this one up as one of those, but like... This is one that I did keep thinking about afterwards and have to eventually just go “yeah, my initial reaction on that one was wrong”...

10.  Knives Out.

Nothing to really talk about.  I just like mysteries.

Other Movies I Liked This Year, as Someone Who Didn’t See a Lot of the more Acclaimed Movies:  Crawl (not one of my favorite movies of the year, but you could tell they really beat the living shit out of that actress filming that movie and by the end that alone kind of made me impressed with it), In the Tall Grass (bad movie but GRASS, just a bad movie with more grass in it than I ever dared to dream could be in a movie, grass, grass, grass), Good Boys, Ready or Not (dopey movie, but I had a great audience for that one-- they were cheering and shit), Murder Mystery, John Wick Chapter 3, Always be My Maybe, Plus One, maybe SOME of Under the Silver Lake but not all of Under the Silver Lake (not the parts where it was trying to be about men and women which I had issues with and felt were unearned, but huge yes to the scenes of Spiderman beating the shit out of little kids), Prospect, Six Underground (particularly the opening scene and Bay trash talking Edgar Wright-- I enjoy Bay just being a competitive asshole), and the Netflix Fyre Festival documentary (specifically the blowjob guy).  

Honorary Mention:  the McConnaughey-Hathaway Serenity.  I saw that in a theater, after I heard it was a car crash, and it was a CAR CRASH.  There were movie stars in that movie!  There were actual movie stars who read that script and were like “alright alright alright” when they signed contracts to star in that movie.  Anne Hathaway was like “Do I get to say Daddy in every single scene, a couple times a scene?  Just point to me to wardrobe.”  Memorable.  Memorable.  I don’t think it’d work outside of a theater, and just that experience of... of being like “oh my god they got this a theatrical release.”  My regret is not seeing it opening weekend.

Worst Movie that wasn’t Star Wars 3:  the worst movie this year was Star Wars 3, that was the one where I was just constantly looking around at other people in the theater with my jaw open like “Are you seeing this?  Are you fucking seeing what they’ve made here?  The dagger has a fucking protractor in it?  Are you fucking seeing this??” A movie that made the prequels seem better, and the other movies in its trilogy somehow strongly worse.  

At some point I really felt like I was just exclusively watching Wrong Moves, except for Adam Driver who I thought came out of it kind of unblemished by the thing... 

But setting that aside, my worst movie was Ad Astra, where I just hated the story and all the themes and the performances and really how little they used Brad Pitt and what Brad Pitt can bring to a movie and just ... Everything it had to say.  I just felt a lot of hatred towards it.  I was calling Ad Astra a Star Wars for men who hate their dicks, but then Star Wars came out and was worse, so I don’t know if that works anymore.  Or because I don’t know who Star Wars is for anymore-- Star Wars is just a thing angry shitheads fight about now online.  Have you seen people fighting one way or another for this movie?  Embarrassing!  It feels embarrassing to have opinions about that movie.  How did Star Wars get even more embarrassing than it was before that trilogy started???    

But yeah, Ad Astra--  I thought it was woke nonsense, with a bunch of psuedo-profundity and third-rate “men: be better” posturing tacked onto a super-hollow core and an absolute shit story; not redeemed for me by its (for me) overrated visuals.  I think all the critics who were counting how many lines women had in Tarantino movies went and blew a lot of hot air up this movie’s ass cause they wanted to celebrate a rambling monologue with fourth-rate 2013-Tumblr “men: be better” cliches as a “critique of toxic masculinity” and signal that as professional film critics, they get that all men everywhere are bad, they’re one of the good ones; but when I think about toxic masculinity, “Oh no what if astronauts were awesome at their jobs” isn’t keeping me up at night... The movie’s conception of what toxic masculinity is and why it’s bad were incredibly fucking stupid to me.  I just thought that movie was fuck-stupid.  I already look at the dumbest shit on Tumblr all the time-- I don’t need Brad Pitt turning that shit into a Matthew McConnaughey Lincoln car commercial... 

#year in review

[bluewithpurplepolkadots]

Quarantine Q&A

I was tagged by the most beaut  @thatdoodlebug . Hi! Hope you’re doing alright.

Are you staying home from work/school?

Technically both. I typically work outdoors but I’ve basically been doing all those office things which I have to do. Like look at management plans. Joy. Not sure how long that will last though, my job is kind of built half on the idea I’m doing physical work outside like at least 4 out of 5 days a week soooo... who knows what the future holds. We get like emails daily on updates across the organisation and it says a lot that now I think things are calming down a little when we have a major change every other day as opposed to every day now.

I try not to think about it too much honestly when I shut off my work laptop. 

If you’re staying home, who’s there with you?

I live alone. Kind of wish I lived in a flat which allowed pets now honestly. I mean some tenants are breaking the rules anyway on that but I’m not a snitch. Just too much of a loser to break the rules myself. Because I’m the one who would get caught.

Are you a homebody?

Before this all happened, I’d argue I was closer to that end anyway. But I’m used to being outside a lot more then this. And like I did have plans this year to go further afield.

What movies have you watched recently? What shows are you watching?

Last movie in theatres was Birds of Prey. At home I’ve been watching some of the Ghibli films I never have before and some of the ones I already have on netflix. Also Sonic Boom which is good to switch your brain off to. Recently also rewatched Hilda there. 

Also have been watching some of Disney Hercules, The Weekenders and The Owl House as it comes out. The Owl House is pretty great so far honestly so if you can watch it I would. 

I should finish Steven Universe: Future at some stage but I’m not really feeling it for whatever reason.

An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled?

Mere weeks before things got more serious I was contemplating booking a trip to Amsterdam because I wanted to go somewhere before Brexit fucked things over travel wise. I was aiming for September. Oh well.

What music are you listening to?

Recently bought this on itunes:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZAIEAG6Vgk

Otherwise white noise rain music to sleep to. My upstairs neighbours are really annoying and I usually get something once every couple of weeks but lately it’s been every other night. You don’t need to talk loudly to each other at 3am. Please shut up.

What are you reading?

Harry Potter fanfics, I’ve been mining the ones where OCs are paired with canon characters, some, okay most,  have been of questionable quality. (Dear god is there anyone capable of writing Sirius in character? Whether the writer loves him or loathes him it seems the answer is at least: not many). 

One good one though I’ve read is one where Harry is a widower (Ginny who died three years before the fic is set and he’s still suffering from) with his three epilogue kids and he ends up in this slow burn with an OC muggle woman. They just kissed after like more than 25 chapters. I liked it anyway. Can’t remember the name of it though and it’s still a WIP. 

Also if the internet gives out I can always read ‘Dread Nation’ by Justina Ireland or the third book in the Dr Greta Helsing novels (by Vivian Shaw) I forgot I had. (Seriously they were both in this delivery package I got two months ago and I somehow forgot about them when I got them). 

What are you doing for self care?

Distracting myself. When outside I go to the beach I’m fifty steps from. I’m also playing the Pokemon Dungeon Game I never played before this having played the two earlier ones; The Gates to Infinity one. I can get why people say it’s the ‘worst’ one of the dungeon series but eh it has its charms in any case and it’s still a nice little game. 

@the-barefoot-hatter, @cleverlittlepenguin, @rantingrandall, @moonlight-monster,

Also if you see this. But only if you want to.

#polka replies #thatdoodlebug

[lovemesomesurveys]

Would/Do you like having brown eyes? Meh. I wish I had blue or green, honestly. Do you spend a lot of time on the internet? I sure do. Could you live without the internet? Well yeah, but I wouldn’t enjoy it. Have you bought anyone a Christmas gift? Yes, many. I love buying gifts for my family. Do you have a Christmas tree in your house now? I have a mini one in my room. I said I was going to put my decorations away this year (they were up all year last year), but I have yet to do so. :X

How do you feel when someone hates on Apple? I’m an Apple gal, so. Do you have an Iphone? If so, which one? Yeah, an iPhone XR. Favorite flavor of jello? I don’t like jello. I see. Do you have long toes? No. What is one of your favorite compliments to recieve? I don’t receive compliments all that often, so any is nice. Even though I’m awkward af. Do you compliment other random people? No.  Could you see yourself buying a truck as your go to vehicle? No. What kind of car do you want? Something less than $100,000. I don’t know. I don’t even drive, so. What kind of gift would you appreciate for your birthday? I appreciate any gift I receive. Can you type fast? Yes. Can you type without looking at the letters? Yep. Did you take typing classes? Yeah, my freshman year in high school. It was required. What do you use Facebook for? That’s about as social as it gets for me, ha. Even though I don’t interact much with anyone apart from liking or reacting in some way to posts. I at least can see what others are up to. What do you look like in your profile picture? On Facebook? It’s a photo of my mom, brother, and I at Disneyland. I’m wearing a pistachio green Disneyland hoodie, a rose gold Disney hat, and my hair is in a low side pony tail. Do you love cartoons? I like the ones from my childhood.  Name a band that you like. There’s several, but fine I’lll name 2 that instantly came to mind: Linkin Park and Coldplay. Name a genre of music you don't like? EDM, techno, clubhouse music. What genre of music do you listen to around the house? My main Spotify playlist has a shitload of songs of various genres.  You think it's wrong to tell a person ____. Anything mean and hurtful. What kind of compliments have you given? Uhhh usually about something they’re wearing or an accessory they have. Would you rather give or receive? Give. Do you paint your own nails? It’s been a few years since I’ve painted my nails. Do you like acrylic nails? I’ve never had them. What is your favorite red lipstick? I don’t have a favorite. Red lipstick is nice, but I haven’t worn any lipstick in such a long time. What are your favorite colors to wear? I wear a lot of black, but I like some pops of color. What colors do you NOT wear? Brown and neon. Where do you shop for most of clothes? Hot Topic, BoxLunch, and Kohl’s.  What are you favorite clothing stores/shops? ^^^ What kind of shoes do you like? Adidas. Describe your style in one word. Comfy casual, ha. Describe your current personality in one or two words. Awkward. What is your opinion on weed? I think it has a lot of benefits. Are you afraid of child birth/pregnancy? Child birth sounds rather unpleasant. What are you favorite bottoms to wear? Leggings. They’re all I wear. Do you like dresses? I haven’t worn a dress in years.  Would you rather be called a geek, a nerd or a dork? I’m all of those. Do you eat cake with a spoon or a fork? Usually a fork, but a spoon works as well. What age will you be next? 31. Did you graduate high school? Yes. Do you make youtube videos? If so, leave your URL. No. Do you flat iron your hair? I haven't in years. What physical features do you wish you had? ( name 2 ). Nice teeth/smile and blue or green eyes. Would you ever get plastic cosmetic surgery? If it were for reconstructive purposes.  Ever broken a bone? Yeah. What are you favorite youtube videos to watch? Lots of ASMR, but also some vloggers and lifestyle/entertainment videos. What is your favorite sex position? ;) I wouldn’t know. What color will you paint your nails next? I don’t plan on painting my nails anytime soon. It’s been years since the last time. What is one of your favorite Disney movies? Alice in Wonderland. If you could meet a real life Disney character who would it be? Haha I get so excited meeting the characters at Disneyland. I’m such a kid. And a dork. Are you afraid of ghosts/hauntings? Well, there are evil spirits and that’s scary.  Do you like to play computer games a lot? I like playing the Sims. I go through periods where I’m obsessed and play all the time and then not play for a long time. I last played over a year ago. Are you a sore loser? No. What is your favorite game to play with family/friends? I love board games. What is your beer of choice? I don’t drink anymore, but I was never fond of beer. What do you plan to buy next? Food. Do you like shopping? Yeah. Online shopping, especially. What is one of your favorite things to do on the weekend? I don’t do anything different. Here, I'm giving you $500 dollars to one store, where would you spend it? Hmmm. I’d have to think about it. Would you look good in a Beetle car? I wouldn’t want one. Do you play slug bug? I did when I was a kid. You know, it’s been forever since I’ve seen one. I feel like I saw them all the time and then they just disappeared.  What kind of computer are on? MacBook Air. You are attracted to ___. Alexander Skarsgard. Do you like glitter? It’s pretty, but also a huge pain. Have you ever owned a Ouija board? Noooo. I don’t mess with stuff like that. Do you like to text? Over talking on the phone, yeah. I’m not a big texter, though. If you had to be an animal for Halloween, what would it be? A cat. Do you have more dry skin or oily skin? Dry. What kind of shampoo do you use? Be specific. It’s a salon shampoo for red dyed hair. Do you have acne? I get a couple pimples once in awhile. I used to get it a lot when I was a teenager and in my early 20s. You're glad that you don't ___. have school anymore. You're glad that you do ___. have my family.  Your favorite cuss word? I don’t have a favorite. Are you obsessed with any superheros? I love Marvel films. Do you read comic books? No. Do you like the Sunday paper and why or why not? I used to when I was a kid cause I liked reading the comics. I haven’t read an actual newspaper in yearssss. I mostly read the news online, but I also watch it on TV. Do you have cable? Yeah. What's a show you wish that was still on air? True Blood. Do you listen to the radio at all? I haven’t in quite a long time. My parents and brother play their Spotify in their cars (and I’m in their cars).  Do you like hip hop? Yeah. Do you like pretzels? Soft pretzels with cheese are good. Do you like snow? Yesss. What's your favorite thing about your favorite season? Name the season. I love fall and winter. Everything about it is lovely. Name something that starts with the first letter of your first name. Snacks. Name something that starts with the first letter of your middle name? I don’t wanna. And your lastname. Fruit. Do you have pets? If so, what and what are their names? Yes, I have a 3 year old German Shepherd/Lab mix named Princess Leia. Are you a religious person? Yes. Do you like pina coladas? I’ve never had one. Do you like coconut scents? Yeah. What is your favorite Bath and Body Works candles? Their autumnal ones. Would you spend 20 dollars on a candle? Nooo. What is the goriest thing you've seen in real life? Roadkill.  Do you look in the mirror a lot? Nooo. I avoid it as much as possible. When I do, I keep it short.  What brand of toothpaste do you use? Sensodyne.  What is a dessert that you DON'T like? Pie or pudding. And one that you love? Cheesecake, cupcakes, brownies, donuts, and muffins. Twilight or Harry Potter? I liked both.  Would you rather be a vampire or a mermaid? Vampire I guess. Do you have a favorite number? 8. Had a crush on somebody that every1 around u thought was ugly? I mean, I’ve found people attractive that my friends didn’t and vice versa. We all have different tastes.  Are you happy with your physical features? No. P.E or Math? Ew, neither. Math or Science? Neither. Creative Writing or Art? Creative writing. When you doodle, what are you usually doodling? Usually hearts and random words in cursive. What is something that you like that is really cheap in price? Ramen? Haha. Like the packs you get at the grocery store for less than a dollar. What is something that you like that is kind of expensive? Apple products. Those aren’t kind of expensive, they’re hella expensive. What do you do when someone is really rude to you in public? I wouldn’t do anything towards them, I’d just talk a lot of crap later ha. Do you argue with your significant other a lot? I’m single. Have you ever had a really painful breakup? Yes. Which is better smoking or vaping? Neither. Do you write in print or cursive? Print. Do you have neat handwriting? No. My handwriting is awful. What do you like to write with? Pens. Do you keep a journal/diary? This is it. Do you eat salads? What do you like in your salad? If you do. If not, what is 1+1? I like them, but it’s honestly been a few years since I’ve had one. Anyway, I just like lettuce, spinach, shredded cheese, olives, croutons, green onions, carrots, and hard boiled eggs with ranch on top. Back when I could eat spicy food I would add pepperoncinis and/or cayenne pepper. If you HAD to change your eyecolor, what would you change it to? Blue or green. What is one of your favorite colors? Rose gold. Do you prefer to be pale or tan? Don't say in between. I’m very pale due to anemia, malnutrition, and I like never go out in the sun. I wish I were tan. I used to be. Favorite thing to do on your phone? YouTube, Spotify, Twitter, Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram, Kindle, and play some games. What magazines do you like? I don’t read any.  What is your favorite book? I couldn’t possibly choose just one. What is your favorite thing about Christmas? Everything. I love Christmastime. I'm giving a ticket to wherever you want, where would you go? Oh man. I’d really think about that before making a choice. Here's $5, what do you do with it? Put it towards food later. Cool. Cool. Favorite flavor of Ice Cream? Strawberry. Least favorite flavor of ice cream? Chocolate. Do you prefer white or black electronics? Uhhh depends. What is your favorite deodorant? I use Secret. Are you a good kisser ( make out )? Probably not. I’d be very rusty now....it’s been a long time. A stranger comes up to you and gives you a big hug, what do you do? Uh, I’d quickly back away and be extremely uncomfortable. I’d be like wtf? That would catch me completely off guard. Do your eyes tear up when you're nervous? Sometimes. Have you ever gotten the shakes in public? Yes. What do you like to order from Starbucks? Usually a caramel macchiato or a white chocolate mocha, but I do enjoy some of their seasonal drinks. Vanilla or Chocolate? Vanilla. Apples or Bananas? Bananas. Fruit or Veggies? I don’t eat much of either one. :X Water or Milk? Water. Regular Milk or Chocolate Milk? Ew. Would you milk a cow given the chance? No. What kind of underwear do you like? Hipster/hip huggers whatever you wanna call ‘em. Where do you shop for your underwear? A few different places. Chicken or Fish? Chicken. I hate seafood. Firm pillow or soft pillow? Soft, but firm.  What are you wearing when you go to sleep? Leggings and an oversized shirt. That’s all I wear now all the time. Do you take any meds? If so which and why? Pain medication.

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[kiwi--freak]

Quarantine tag game

I was tagged by @loser-trashmouth so thank you, you're literally my favorite mutual ♥️

Are you staying home from school/work?

I graduated last year and took a gap year so I'm not in school and I was in the process of getting my state ID so I could work when quarantine happened but I am staying home!

Who is at home with you?

My mom, dad, my cousin and her fiancee and all of our animals :) (we basically own a zoo here, there's so many animals)

Are you a homebody?

I like being home when I have the choice to leave. I'm usually home all day during the week and then my friends kidnap me to take me to their side of town for the weekend, so I don't go insane. I absolutely hate being at home while knowing I'm not allowed to leave

Any event you were looking forward to that got cancelled?

I'm broke like 90% of the time so not really but I am kinda bummed that the Jonas brothers aren't having their shows in Vegas anymore, one of my best friends and I was gonna go to one of the shows since it's a tradition for us to blast their old music in her car when we're together.

What movies have you been watching recently?

I don't watch a lot of movies, but I did just watch the first 2 pitch perfect movies because of my love for Ben Platt and at any given moment you can catch me watching both it chapter one and two and also Shazam as those are my favorites. My mom and I are also planning to watch Harry Potter together since we didn't do our annual Harry Potter marathon last year.

What are you doing for self care?

Nothing really? I don't know, I'm dying my hair, hopefully tomorrow though! My boyfriend bought me hair dye as a surprise since I was complaining about me being blonde and not having any dye to dye it but other than that, I don't really do self care tbh. It's something I need to work on lmao

What shows are you watching?

Brooklyn 99!! I'm almost caught up, finally! And supernatural, but I'm always watching supernatural (I've been catching up for like 2 months) oh and love island with my mom, it's ridiculous but it makes us laugh and we're bonding so I'll take it.

What music have you been listening to?

I've been thrown back into all the musicals I love (even if the fanbases are toxic and scary, I stay away from those) so my big musical playlist. Mainly dear Evan Hansen bc it's my favorite. Ben Platt's album as well and 5 seconds of summer with their new album CALM (I recommend). Really just whatever I like, green day, fall out boy, all time low, etc.

What books are you reading?

I've re-read the Dear Evan Hansen novel 2 times so far and Good Omens, I might crack into IT since I haven't read it in forever

What games are you playing?

Literally only animal crossing. I don't have many games but my best friend bought me animal crossing as a very early birthday present so I've been playing that with my friends. And boardgames since my mom is going insane being stuck in the house lmao

Thank you for tagging me! You're awesome and I'm way too awkward to actually say hi but I appreciate you! ♥️♥️

I won't tag anyone but if you wanna do this, I definitely recommend!! 😁

#these are fun #especially since im so bored with quarantine #thanks for tagging <3 #about me #kiwi speaks