#sprinting is tiring but fun lol
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Totally not writing about Tuesday on a Thursday
Masterpost
wc: 674
cw: attempted mugging
“Look, dude, I have seven dollars and fourteen cents in my wallet. I know that because I had to buy lunch on campus today and I have no idea how I’m going to make seven dollars and fourteen cents last the rest of the week,” a voice said from the alley that Jason was approaching.
A voice that was becoming very familiar over meals and passing each other on the stairs.
“What’s in the fucking bag?” a different voice croaked. “Hand it over.”
“My notes from class and binders of engineering diagrams. It’s worth even less than seven fourteen. I don’t even have a working pen in there, dude, the last one exploded in my hands this afternoon. Do you see how blue my hands are? That is not natural. I hope you know that that is not natural.”
Was Danny really being mugged and talking back to the mugger? This guy was a disaster. Jason moved quietly as he approached where the alley started.
“You’re a fucking liar, hand it over!”
“Okay,” Danny said with forced calm. “Just taking the bag off…”
There was was a heavy ‘fwack’ followed by an ‘omph’ of pain and the distinctive sound of a body hitting the ground. Jason gave up being stealthy and sprinted around the corner. Hopefully the mugger hadn’t gone for anything vital. His place was stocked with first aid, they were close by, he could—
Danny’s head shot up from where he was standing, bag dangling from his hand, over the prone body of the mugger. He smiled sheepishly. “Jason, hi!”
“Don’t ‘hi’ me, Tuesday! Are you okay?” Jason asked. He nudged the mugger hard with his foot. He only got a groan in response.
“Oh, yeah. I mean I’m still broke and tired, but what else is a college student?” Danny said breezily a he shouldered his bag again. He ran a hand through his long bangs, pushing them back. “But I’m fine— he didn’t even nick me with his knife!”
“You still shouldn’t argue with a mugger like that, it’s a good way to get stabbed,” Jason said, taking Danny’s hands and checking that he hadn’t actually been slashed. Jason wouldn’t put it past Danny to hide injuries, “and you don’t want to be stabbed.”
“Yeah, it really sucks. It took me weeks to heal last time I was, I kept ripping my stitches open,” Danny said breezily.
Jason had to close his eyes and take a breath. How was this guy alive? He grabbed the knife the mugger was using, folding it up and tucking it away, before he rooted through the man’s pocket.
“Um, Jay? What are you doing?”
“Looking for his— there!” Jason pulled out the rubber banded roll of cash and tossed it at Danny who almost most fumbled the catch. It was sorta precious how he looked down at it, eyes all wide in shock.
“Call it emotional distress compensation. No way you’ll find who else he robbed and he sure doesn’t deserve it.”
Danny cocked his head, several emotions running across his face before he shrugged and shoved the cash into his bag. “Guess I get to still eat this week!”
“Tuesday,” Jason said. He reached out and tilted Danny’s head up by the chin so that their eyes met. “If you ever don’t have enough to eat, you come to me, alright?”
“I don’t want to—”
“Tuesday,” Jason said more firmly. “I like cooking. I always make extras for left overs. I won’t have anyone in the building starving— I know what that’s like. If you don’t have enough to eat or the energy to cook or anything else, you come to me. There’s always food at my place. Now be a good boy and say you understand.”
Danny blushed and nodded, his head rocking in Jason’s large hand. “I understand."
“Good boy,” Jason said with a smirk. He let his thumb brush over Danny’s cheek before he dropped his hand. “Now come on, I don’t trust you get back home in one piece.”
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AN: Jason continues to despair over Danny's self preservation. Danny continues to blue screen over Jason. It's been so fun to get to explore the Jason/Danny dynamic as opposed to the Red Hood/Danny! It's turning out nothing like I expected LOL For how willing Hood is to be put on his knees by a feral Danny, Jason sure enjoys taking control of this soft nerd. Idk, I'm just going with it!
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Family Day | Emily Sonnett x Reader
dropping this cause the USWNT doc came out today. I feel like Saucy would be the most chaotically fun wife lol. request is here... Enjoy :)
“FAMILYYYYYYY DAYY!” A mess of blonde curls makes her way into the room screaming.
“Amelia, inside voi-,” you attempt to remind your daughter only to be cut off.
“FAMILYYYY DAYY,” Your wife jumps up from the bed matching the energy of your 5 year old.
“YESSSSSSS!”
“My loves please!” You sigh. “Inside voices.”
“Sorry mom,” Emily mocks, making a face that your daughter smirks at.
You shoot your wife a warning glare that makes her throw her hands up in surrender. “Are you two ready to go?” You ask while throwing the last of your necessities in a bag.
“Yes ma’am,” your wife says saluting you and immediately having it mimicked by your daughter. You roll your eyes and Emily seems to finally pick up on your slight annoyance. “Go put your shoes on baby saucy,” she ushers her mini me out the room.
“Actual shoes baby girl, not your cleats,” you yell after her. “Please stop calling our child baby saucy.”
“Aw come on she loves it and this one,” she places her hand on your 6-month pregnant belly and rubs, “baby saucy #2 will love it too.”
You accept the kiss she places on your lips before speaking, “I need you to be my wife today, not my second child okay?” You joke stroking along her arms.
Emily huffs, crossing her arms in a pout, “I’m always your wife.” You kiss away the pout, smiling as she pulls you into her arms. “All good?”
“All good. Now go make sure she puts on an actual pair of shoes please,” again she salutes you before sprinting out of the room. You roll your eyes playfully at the gesture.
You can’t help but love her playful nature, that’s what made you fall for her in the first place. Emily had the title of fun parent sealed from the moment you gave birth, probably even before. She would tell jokes to your stomach and jump in excitement when she felt the baby kick in response. You adored your very adult second child.
The time she spent away during the season between national team duties and away games was hard. While the result didn’t end how they would have liked, you were happy to have her home consistently for a while, but nowhere near as happy as your daughter, Amelia.
The 5-year-old had planned a whole family day to the Zoo and Aquarium down to the very last detail. It was the focus of every conversation over the last week. Emily entertained her with poorly drawn out schemes of how they would travel through every exhibit. A star placed over the lion and shark exhibits, as they were ‘TOP PRIORITY’.
When you walk to the living room to gather the troops, the sight you see is absolutely adorable. The two perched identically on the edge of the couch, Amelia with one shoe on and the other in Emily’s hand as she uses it to point out different tactics taking place during the WSL game on the TV. You snap a quick photo before making your way in.
“Oh are we staying in? Let me take off my shoes and get back in bed. Baby Saucy has been a bit moody in here all morning anyway,” you say dramatically.
“NO!” They both shout, scrambling to put on the final shoe and rushing towards the door.
You shake your head amused and meet them by the door, “I knew you liked the nickname,” Emily teases, placing a kiss to your cheek as you quickly shove her away with a laugh.
The day goes about how you would expect. You are being dragged around by both arms, one in Amelia’s and the other in Emily’s, going through each exhibit.
“Mommy LOOK!”
“Babe, keep up.”
“Mommy quick the lions are out.”
“Do you think we should get her a baby lion for Christmas?”
“Can we take the baby shark home?”
“Scratch the baby lion, maybe a baby shark?”
“LOOK! LOOK!”
They would say things to you and sprint away before you could even give a response. You were rightfully tired, a grateful sigh leaving your lips when you finally made it through the last exhibit. “Okay my loves, let's get ready to wrap it up.”
“Should we throw mommy in?” Emily jokes, acting like she’s going to lift you up bridal style.
“Nah, I want to meet the baby,” Amelia shrugs, rubbing at her eyes a tell-tale sign she was tired.
Emily scoops the girl up in her arms, causing her to immediately snuggle against her. All the excitement quickly being replaced by exhaustion. “Ready to go baby girl,” Emily coos, only to get a sleepy nod against her chest in return.
You’re endeared by the bond the two of them share. While she loved to play and joke around with the 5-year-old like they were best friends, nothing was better than seeing her be the protective mama bear. She rubs a soothing hand against her back, “Mama, can we get a shark?” Amelia asks.
“Yeah baby girl. We can get whatever you want.”
Your eyes triple in size at the statement, making Emily smirk. She pulls you into her side, placing a kiss on your forehead. She grabs your hand, leading you towards the gift shop and you chuckle in realization.
Amelia is knocked out before you even make it to the car. Emily puts her in her carseat sure to tuck her new stuffed shark securely in her arms for the drive. “How are you feeling?”
Your head hits the back of the seat with a sigh, “Very happy and very tired,” you smile.
“Today was fun. I love you both so much,” Emily leans over the center console to kiss you. “And I love you the most baby saucy #2,” she coos at your stomach.
“We all love you too babe. I think I deserve a foot rub and massage tonight. What do you think?”
“I think that sounds amazing,” Emily agrees, switching the car into gear and placing her hand on your thigh.
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more losers swim team AU hcs because yeah
bill is the first of the losers to break 30s on the 50 free and everyone is very cool and awesome and normal and not at all gay about how he looked when he was halfway dying gripping the edge of the pool and beaming up at the board (including beverly, beverly is also gay about it)
eddie and richie frequently get in trouble and have nearly been disqualified at meets because they talk so much shit at each other behind the blocks and after races when they're in lanes beside each other (which would happen frequently because lane placement is based on time and they are almost the exact same speed with one barely beating the other back and forth alternating forever)
since the women race before the men and therefore bev would never have races at the same time as the rest of the losers she has taken it upon herself to be their number one hypeman AND hater. she will cheer long after she's lost her voice but she will also be annoying as fuck about the rest of the losers and their various shortcomings (eddie breathes too often during sprints, bill gets nervous going into the wall, ben looks over his shoulder on backstroke, richie doesn't kick as hard as he should, stan comes up too early off dives, and mike takes strokes too quickly on breaststroke)
richie doesn't dry off before putting his deck shirt on so its always gross and damp and cold and sits weirdly on him. he also puts his parka on without drying off and he never hangs it up to dry after meets so it smells. SO bad.
also richie's hair is long & thick so his hair is like. always wet basically. by the time it dries he has another practice to attend. he has gotten pneumonia multiple times from going outside with wet hair in workout clothes
stan and mike were passing a medicine ball back and forth during dryland one time and they were so engaged in their discussion that they dropped it in the deep end. they were both dried off at this point so they made richie go get it lol.
all of the losers took their lifeguard courses together, they just spent an entire summer getting all of their qualifications. all of their instructors hated them but they had a blast. whenever they need to recert they go together and they all sleepover on the saturday night and make a thing of it
lifeguard training was hell on eddie's medical anxiety, but by the end of the course he feels a lot more confident and secure. he even finds the recerts fun!
stan and richie are At War and will pull each other under by their ankles whenever given the opportunity
ben is usually the last loser to race because he's a long distance freestyler (these races are typically extremely long and at the very end of the race order) so the rest of the losers pack up his stuff for him and wait by the end of his lane with a towel and water and clothes. they have gotten in trouble multiple times for being behind the blocks when they shouldn't be but the officials are usually too tired to give a shit lol
long distance freestyle races can take like. OVER TWENTY MINUTES and are incredibly boring so ben is definitely in the pool coming up with detailed literary analysis during the second quarter. he'll do like 200m of cooldown freestyle then just social kick with the losers until they get kicked out explaining whatever he was thinking about. he's like explaining why the great gatsby is gay as hell or something to eddie (who read it for school but like. in the way that he didn't actually read it he just. read all the words start to finish and looked for quotes he could use without absorbing any of it) (do usamericans read gatsby for school? i feel like thats a thing) while the officials are taking down the timing boards and trying to shoo them out of the pool lol
#posts afflicted with a strange sickness#i should make a tag for this AU....#it stephen king#it 2019#it 2017#bill denbrough#eddie kaspbrak#ben hanscom#beverly marsh#mike hanlon#stanley uris#stan uris#richie tozier#reddie
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Hey bestie!!! I gotta do this request because I know you'd do it right.
Could you pretty please write a NSFW Southern Michael x Reader piece? I definitely think he would be very loving and giving, but let him be the dominant one. It's more fun that way~ Ball is in your court on what kinks you want to add. Maybe keep it gender neutral for the reader so more people can enjoy it 😊
Thank you!!! ILYSM! ✨✨✨
Deep in the Heart of Texas
Hi Lave! Yes of course I can write this for you!! It’s honestly such an honor that your trust me with your boy🥹
Southern Michael x GN Reader
Big thanks to @bookworm551 for helping me with the steer wrestling part of this fic! (I’m Texan but I’m like, city Texan, my roommate is country Texan) Originally I had Michael barrel racing, but apparently guys rarely do that so she helped me switch it up lol. Grateful to live with someone who has been to many horse shows.
Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, blowjob, hair pulling, penetration but readers sex not mentioned
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You bit your nails as you watched Michael intently from your spot in the stands, sandwiched between Lucy and Sam.
You were no stranger to the rodeo scene, and Michael was no first time competitor. But he had just moved up from the intermediate category to the advanced category, and while your boy was talented, you knew the competition was much more fierce.
You’d seen him practice a million times, but under the arena lights, with hundreds of eyes on you, you knew he could feel the pressure.
With your nail between your teeth you caught his eye from where he was waiting for his turn. He shot you a toothy smile and a wink.
You blushed and smiled back as you fought not to swoon in the middle of the stands. Lucy must have seen the exchange because she elbowed you gently, prompting you to turn to her.
“He’ll be fine,” she reassured you, “he’s got his good luck charm cheering him on.” She said while winking.
You turned even redder as you smiled back at her, “he doesn’t need the luck,” you told her, “he’s amazing all on his own.”
Lucy offered you a bright smile, “he’s talented for sure,” she agreed, “but trust me, you bein’ here calms his nerves,” she explained, “everybody in these stands may be lookin’ at him, but I promise you darlin,’ he’s lookin’ at you.”
Your heart fluttered in your chest as you sighed at her words, “I’m happy to help,” you told her, “I wouldn’t have missed this for anything.”
She beamed, taking your hand in hers, “I know sweetie pie,” she rubbed your hand with the pad of her thumb, “he knows too.”
When you heard the announcer call out Michael’s name over the loud speaker, you both snapped to look at the arena.
The doors on the chutes flew open as the steer sprinted out, Michael parallel on his horse.
The crowd cheered as he slid from his saddle, reaching to wrap his arms around the steer’s horns. Once he had a good grip, he dropped off his horse and planted his feet in the dirt. Then he yanked the steer’s head over, causing its body to turn and hit the ground.
The stands went wild as the announcer cried out 6.23 seconds, the event’s best time so far.
You’d never get tired of seeing your boy like that. Sweaty and covered in dirt as he manhandled the steer into submission, the sight made your heart rate quicken.
He caught your eye once again and smiled as he blew you a kiss and gave you a little tip of his hat.
You didn’t think you could get any redder, but you felt your face flush again as he turned to walk to the gate.
There were other wrestlers, but none with a time so good as his. When it came time to give out awards, you knew you’d be going home with the champion.
You, Sam, and Lucy all stood to clap and cheer when the show runners announced him as the winner and handed him his plaque and belt buckle.
Once all the awards were given out the three of you rushed down to meet him back at the stalls.
Michael beamed as he watched the three of you run up to him.
He pulled his mother into a hug and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then he turned to Sam and rustled his hair playfully. Finally, he wrapped his arms around you tightly before picking you up and twirling you in the air. You smiled and laughed at his affection for you.
“Hey baby,” he spoke as he placed you back down “ya like the show?” He asked.
“Loved it,” you whispered breathlessly, “you were incredible.”
His eyebrow raised as his lip quirked up in a smirk as he caught your tone, “thanks darlin,” he whispered before placing a kiss on your lips.
“Michael,” Lucy garnered his attention, “Sam and I were goin’ ta grab something to eat, would you and your partner like ta join us?” She asked.
“Thanks so much mama, but I think we’re gonna head back ta the house, I’m feelin’ mighty tired from the steer wrestlin’ today, y’all go on ahead we’ll see y’all later.” He told her, shooting you a wink when his mother wasn’t looking.
“Suit yourselves,” Lucy told you both, smiling. She motioned for Sam to follow as she turned to walk to the food stands.
You shot Michael a look, “you’re tired huh?” You asked as you reached down to take his hand in yours.
He smiled as he threaded his fingers with yours, “don’t worry hon, I’m not that tired,” he assured you playfully as he pulled you towards his ATV.
Once the both of you had made it home, he lead you to his room and locked his door before pressing you up against is and pressing a loving kiss on your lips.
His hands slid down to your hips as he held you in his arms and explored you with his mouth.
You placed your hands on his cheeks, rubbing them with the pads of your thumbs as you returned his passionate kiss.
He began to trail kisses from your mouth down to your neck. Your eyes closed and your head fell back against the door as he sucked hickeys into your skin.
After awhile you pulled him from your neck by the collar of his shirt, his gaze met yours as he looked at you confused. You smiled and pecked his lips before falling to your knees.
His lips parted in a gasp as he watched you unbuckle his jeans and slide them down along with his boxers. His cock sprung free, and you placed a teasing kiss on the tip of it.
He smiled down at you as he watched you seal your mouth over the tip and swirl your tongue around it.
You took more of him into your mouth, prompting him to groan and run a hand through your hair, stroking and pulling gently. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling as you moaned around his length.
You lifted you hand and wrapped it around the base of him, stroking as you sucked. He pulled your hair a bit harder, causing you to let out whimpers of pleasure.
Your hand moved to cup his balls and rub them as you took more of his cock into your mouth. He began to gently thrust into your mouth; you bobbed your head to match the rhythm of his thrusts.
His breathing picked up and he shuddered a bit, “gonna cum baby,” he told you breathlessly, “swallow f’ me, yeah?” He asked.
You nodded, as he stroked a hand through your hair once more before he came down your throat.
You stood and pressed a kiss to his lips, licking into his mouth so he could taste himself on you.
When you pulled away, he picked you up and placed you down on his bed before climbing over you and placing a kiss on your lips. “Let me take care of you now baby,” he told you.
He got up from the bed and unbuttoned his flannel shirt before shrugging it off. He reached up to place a hand on top of his cowboy hat to take it off.
“Wait!” You exclaimed.
He met your gaze, a puzzled look on his face.
“Leave it on,” you whispered, blushing.
He smirked at your flushed face, “whatever you want darlin” he promised as he descended on you.
He lifted your legs onto his shoulders and you reached back to grip the pillows as he sunk into you.
“You’re so amazing baby,” he praised as he thrust into you, “so good, so perfect for me.”
You moaned at his words, as he stroked the deepest parts of you. His movements caused pressure to build inside of you as he fucked you gently.
He continued to thrust into you as he spoke, “Wanted ta do this all day hon, when I saw you in the stands lookin’ so hot for me, cheerin’ me on,” he rambled, “I couldn’ta done it without you baby, my favorite supporter, my perfect baby,”
You screamed his name as he hit just the right spot inside you, sending you over the edge. He thrust into you a few more times, triggering his own orgasm. You arched your back as he filled you.
When you both came down from your highs he pulled out of you and collapsed next to you on the bed. Pulling you into his arms so he could hold you close, your back pressed against his broad chest.
He lifted his head to pepper kisses on your cheek, punctuating each with a soft, ‘I love you.’
You smiled as he kissed and caressed you gently. You turned to face him, pressing your nose against his, “I love you too,” you told him.
He blushed, “thanks for coming today baby, really,” he mumbled.
You offered him a soft smile, “wouldn’t have missed it for anything,” you reassured him.
You cupped his cheek, “I’ll be at every show,” you promised.
“I’ll hold ya to it darlin,” he said affectionately as he reached down to lace his fingers with yours, “you’re the best partner a cowboy could have.”
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My beautiful, my wonderful, my amazing Jul🥰
I’m so happy you’re getting back to writing again! 🥰
Please may I request:
75: standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can't reach your lover's lips
With Andrew’s Spidey please ☺️🕷️ tall boyfriend & short girlfriend cliche coming in hot 🥺🥺
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A/N: Li!!! Surprise, I'm your secret santa! MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS!!! (and sorry I was so late!) This was a whole journey since I really wanted to gift you some enemies to lovers and I've actually never done that before lol if you only knew how many plots and characters went through, and then you requested this and I was finally illuminated my the gods (aka Andrew Garfield mostly). I really really hope you like it! Also, thanks to my lovely wife @nadja-antipaxos for being an amazing beta!!
Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x reader
Word count: 1.4 k
Could you call Peter Parker your enemy, when all he does is make your heart feel like it was going to come out of your chest with pure rage? Yes, yes you can. Peter Parker is your sworn enemy ever since he stepped into your class all those semesters ago and decided to take your spot as the top student.
He outsmarts you, every single time, in every class, and every chance he gets; you even have come to the conclusion that he’s only waiting for you to let him show how much better than you he is, the tiniest opportunity to hold on to make it about himself. Everything is a competition when it comes to your rivalry with Peter. You are sure your whole class hates you both by now since you both end up in debates in every class trying to beat the other one round after round of fact-dropping.
And yet he’s so nice, so flawlessly and naturally nice. Always sending you a smile and a wave when you cross each other in the halls, with his perfectly messed-up hair, his soft shirts, and his always sleepy brown eyes. You loathe him.
It's only natural that you would end up being stuck on a project together, working on it forcing you to spend a whole afternoon together as you try and decide whose idea to use; which book to use, what font color, which argument was better, anything and everything ending in at least 10 minutes of going back and forth.
It is when you are on minute 12 deciding whether to use the book you want or the website he found for your research, going back and forth when you get tired of it. You can’t stand it anymore. “Choose whatever you want then, I’m done.” You stand up from the table, grab your bag, and walking away.
“Oh, come on! Where are you going?”
“To the roof.” You admit with your back already to him, as if going to the roof was nothing, just as it was for him.
Peter sees you go with just a chuckle. “Have fun!” He says when your back is all he sees on the distant horizon. Because you won't take long, right? You only needed some fresh air, he guesses.
But minutes go by and you don’t come down, minutes that turn into almost an hour, and with that, the cold winter evening starts to roll around all while your jacket is hanging on the back of your chair. Peter hates to admit it, but his leg keeps bouncing faster with every minute that goes by and you don’t come back. Could you still be up there on the roof? Were you really five floors high sitting there all by yourself?
You were ridiculous, storming out like that. Yes, ridiculous, and Peter has to remind himself that, because suddenly the idea of you out there, up there, completely alone on a New York City rooftop fills his body with a hollow feeling.
He mumbles a curse after a couple more minutes when his hands were already tugging at his hair. Damn you, spidey sense. He storms off, jacket in hand and feet almost sprinting through every floor he goes up.
Quiet meets him when he reaches the roof, and indeed, there you are leaning against the bricks of the roof wall that overlook the city. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You mumble curling further into yourself when you see him, rolling your eyes when you meet his. “Go away, Peter.”
“See, the thing is I can’t.” With long steps he joins you, standing next to you with his gaze looking straight forward, stretching his hand to give you your jacket. “I can’t let you be by yourself on a roof, there are crazy people here.”
“You don’t have to do it.” You accept the jacket, though, crossing your arms across your chest once you have it on and leaning against the fence again.
“I kind of do, it’s my job as your friendly neighbor.” You try to guess what he means by that just by looking at him. Peter only shrugs, a guilty smile on his face. “It’s my fault you are here. I may be trying to beat you in class but I’m not gonna let someone push you from up here, doesn’t seem like a fair win.”
His sarcasm is loud and clear, and it makes you both chuckle. “Ah, so you didn’t come to do that yourself?”
“Okay, why is it always like this?” The change of mood in his voice startles you, his usual calm demeanor nowhere to be seen. “What did I do to make you hate me so much?”
“Because you get on my nerves, Peter! You always have to be the smarter one, and the one with the final word. Every time I say something it’s like I don’t even matter as soon as you open your mouth!”
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t-”
“I’m not done.” You swallow. “I’ve been trying so hard to keep myself casual about it, because there have been so many times where I know I’m right, and that you have to know it too, yet you keep going on and on and I get mad and it really, really makes me hate you so much.”
You breathe once you are done, your eyes almost shining with tears with all the frustration finally out of your system. But when you look him in the eyes, soft and brown and without an ounce of threat in them again, genuinely listening to you with the slightest hint of an amused smile in them. Then, you are reminded of the latest truth: ”but you keep making it really hard to hate you.”
Facing each other now, you have to take a deep breath to regain your composure. Peter stays quiet, his face unmoving with the same smile showing through his eyes. “What?” You find yourself asking, trying to read him, but he only smiles. Right, that’s why you hated him.
“Nothing, it’s nothing, I just-” His head does a little wobble and his eyes finally move away from yours, a small laugh escaping through his lips when words fail him. “It’s ridiculous.”
“I’m ridiculous?” Your eyebrows shot up your forehead, waiting for him to explain.
“No! I am, this is! I never- ughh!” He grabs your shoulders, maybe to ground himself after his nonsense ramble, maybe to feel you. You try not to give it too much thought, since his touch alone is sending electricity through your veins, you don’t need to add an explanation on top of that. “I never planned on you to hate me, that was not what that was for. I was doing all that because you… you are so smart and so clever and witty and… and I thought maybe if I answer to what you say then maybe you would think I was smart too.”
“Oh,” there’s a bit of doubt in your voice, a strain that tells him that his plan was not precisely working.
“I’m sorry I was such an asshole.”
“You are forgiven.” You smirk, and with that, you both relax. “When did it turn into a competition then? Because it certainly did.”
“When I saw you smile every time you won.” Peter huffs a laugh and shrugs as if confessing that to you was an obvious statement, not something that would turn your stomach upside down with butterflies fluttering all over your chest. “You have a very nice smile.”
You take a step towards him, standing almost chest to chest, so close that you can see his throat bobbing as he licks his lips. Your body seems to move without you commanding it to do so, lifting your heels from the ground to try and reach him, any part of him. He sees that, and all he does about it is smile.
“Damn you, Parker,” is all you are able to say before you are standing on your tiptoes and being pulled towards him, with his hands holding your back to help you keep your balance as he kisses you, dipping down to find your lips in the middle. Your hands grab onto his neck, for support and to feel him closer, to be able to hold onto something while your lips move so in sync with each other.
Whatever competition you had with each other is forgotten, and it’s like all that fighting made him know you better since he knows exactly where to move his hands, when to deepen the kiss, when to squeeze you closer to him, keeping you wanting more of him even after only minutes of knowing what kissing him was like.
So, could you call Peter Parker your enemy, when all he does is make your heart beat so fast? No, maybe you could not, as it turns out it was not rage, you were just in love.
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Week 14 of 2024
Hi all and welcome to April. This year is going so fast. For those participating in Camp Nano, or if you are participating in any of the writing prompts that are up coming up, I'll be posting more writing sprints.
In all of this whirlwind I want to remind people that it's okay if you miss a week or several. It's okay if you only wrote 4 words. (That was my reality a few weeks ago)
Writing is a JOB, people write for a living (ie for a paycheck).
We - use it as a fun activity, and yet we berate ourselves when we can't write. I've been there, this year has been super difficult for me to make inroads on the stories, and I beat my self up when I can't, because of time or illness. My life like many of yours is a literal circus. There are days we are exhausted and the last thing we want to do is write. And that is my point. It's okay to feel tired. It's okay to feel fatigue. It's okay to say you know what not today.
I want you to all know that I love seeing when you have an update whether you do it every week or are able to do it once a month or whenever you can. It's an honor when you do post.
The Dead Wip's Society is meant as an encouraging safe space for all writers efforts to be celebrated. To celebrate their accomplishment. It doesn't matter what fandom you're from or if it's for a personal project. Writing is a JOB, yet we write (I know we are insane lol...and gladly so), because we love to write.
So come on and tell us how you did - I did....
For An Everlarked Ever After I wrote : 3996
For Bitter Rivals I wrote: 1491
Gelly Story : 2,735
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Talk shop Tuesday: how do you keep yourself motivated while writing longer fics?
Honestly? Reader engagement mostly.
Oneshots are like a sprint. Longfics are like a marathon. It’s fun at first but then at a point you get tired and bored and want to stop. Until you run past a group of random people cheering for you and handing out orange slices and it makes you feel like you can pick up your pace again and make it to the finish line.
In other words, I find that with writing longfic, the whims will carry you to a certain point (which varies from fic to fic), but inevitably, the whims will drop you at some point and either pop up elsewhere or just retreat into the darkness for a while lol. At that point, it’s left to my own sense of discipline to get the thing finished.
With writing essays/articles/theses etc, it’s easier to discipline myself because it’s for something. Or if I’m working on an original novel, it’s kind of easier to discipline myself because, again, I’m working towards an end goal.
Fanfiction, to me, is not so much about the end goal than it is about sharing the process. And with a long fic, if the whims have left, and it no longer feels like I’m writing it to satisfy myself, then I need that sense of knowing that it’s still satisfying others. Because otherwise, if it’s not bringing me joy, and I don’t see that it’s bringing anyone else joy either, there’s no motivation to continue and complete.
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I told you i was gonna be here
Names Alexi, He/Him, INFP-T, love languages are physical affection and words of affirmation, my hobbies include: writing (actually trying to now), drawing, and playing the saxophone, some of my goals are to get into college to become a teacher, some my interests are history, animals and dinosaurs, what i look for in a partner is someone who is funny, can keep up with my chaos and just an all around fun time, but they understand my issues that i deal with (specifically my anger and my self-esteem), and smth that can be taken accounted for, i'm 5'5, and you can use any of the guys idk rlly care, hope this makes sense
Aaaaaaa thank you so much for the ship request Alexi!!!!! You’re amazing 🥺❤️💖 (Also thank you so much for your patience lol)
So this one came to me surprisingly quick but honestly it just fits!!
I ship you with….
Don Malarkey!!
A song from my Liked Songs that reminds me of y’all - Best Day of My Life by American Authors
How y’all met
So picture this - it’s Don and Alton in the motorcycle, living their best lives
You’re walking home from the store just vibing and daydreaming
Until ZOOOM they almost hit you and you get knocked on your ass
Of course they immediately pull over and Don just SPRINTS over to you
Don kneels next to you and makes sure you’re okay but when he makes eye contact with you for the first time he’s just
🥺🥺🥺
Completely and utterly smitten
“Can I walk with you the rest of the way? Let me carry your bag to make up for what just happened!”
Of course how can you say no to Baby Boy so of course you hand your backpack over to him and y’all start walking together and talking
There’s just an instant connection y’all can’t stop laughing and talking about everything under the sun, eventually, he subtly takes your hand in his for the rest of the way
Both of y’all are super sad when you get to your place
Don just looks at you with the sweetest eyes and goes “I’d love to see you again”
Y’all start just taking walks together almost every day and Muck and Penkala are so tired of just HOW MUCH Don talks about you, like sweet boy can’t get you out of his mind
How he knew he loves you
Ok so y’all are out to dinner and you notice fucking soBEL LIKE WTF H O W
But you and Don just look at each other and you both know you’re about to cause some CHAOS
So y’all hatch this perfect prank on Sobel
Long story short Sobel is covered in chocolate sundae and the two of you are running away from the restaurant laughing your asses off
Don just looks at you and… your laugh, your smile, how you two just work so well together
He tells you right then and there how much he loves you
Both of you just feel so overwhelmed with the feeling of like I Found My Person
You share a kiss and it's simultaneously so gentle but so passionate
Everything in that moment is just perfect
A conflict in your relationship and how y’all resolved it
Ok so I see it happening with you and Don are out with Muck and Penkala
The three of them are being themselves and laughing together
You were for a while but then your Social Battery dies
So of course you lean over to Don
“Hey babe, can we please go home?”
“Yeah in a minute love” he quickly replied before getting back to Muck and Penkala
…That's the third time he's said that
So you get frustrated and just walk out on your own and start walking home
Your intrusive thoughts start getting the better of you… did he really wanna spend time with you? Is he tired of you??
You're so swept up in your thoughts you don't hear Don running after you
“Love? What happened? Where’re you going??” poor boy is Genuinely Confused
Which you’re not sure if that makes things better or worse
Either way, you didn’t want him to see that you were hurt, so you turned it into anger
“What do you fucking want?” You turn around and shoot at him
He just has this hurt puppy look as he goes “What happened??”
“Just leave me alone” you try to keep walking but you feel him grab your arm and turn you around
“Please tell me what I did and I’ll do everything I can to make it better” Don just puts a hand on your cheek and his eyes are searching yours, begging for an answer
You see the concern and love in his eyes and you just break
Sobs wrack your body as Don hugs you tight, just being there for you while you let it all out
After a little bit you’re able to get out that you just felt ignored and that he preferred Muck and Penkala to you and he just
He realizes what he did and just places his forehead on yours
“My love, I’m so, so sorry… I should never have done that, we should’ve just gone home the first time you asked… how can I make it up to you??”
You just smile and ask, “...can we go home?”
Don just smiles and sweeps you up, carrying you the rest of the way to your place
… Muck and Penkala stayed waiting for you and Don to come back assuming that y’all just went to the bathroom
Your Happily Ever After
Most wholesome relationship known to man
Like this man will do ANYTHING to see you smile
You mention physical touch is your love language?
He’s making sure to have an arm around you, his hand on your back, giving you kisses ALL THE FREAKING TIME LIKE STOP IT'S GROSS BUT CUTE
He also just feels so comfortable and safe with you
Like the fact that y’all’s chaotic energies just blend so perfectly, he knows he won’t scare you away and it’s the best feeling in the world
Also he will listen to you talk about animals and dinosaurs for HOURS
Not only does he just love the sound of your voice but just how much you know it’s amazing to him
You wind up teaching him so much it’s basically like your first time being a teacher and Don’s the student and it’s the Best
A silly headcanon about your relationship
Y’all prank each other all day every day and it’s too cuTE
(obviously done with tact like if one of you is going through a rough patch of course a truce is declared)
But like
Powder in the hair dryer? Check; plastic wrap in the hallway? Check!
One of the best ones was when you gave Don a homemade candy apple
He took a GIANT bite
‘Twas an onion
He’s still plotting the perfect way to get you back…
Thank you again Alexi!! Hope you like it 🥺💖💕
#band of brothers#hbo#hbo war#easy company#ask#executethyself35#ship#band of brothers ship#don malarkey#donald malarkey#don malarkey x reader#my writing#help emily write#emily shut up
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Hey could you possible write a tickle fic where sunoo is getting wrecked. It could be based of the episode where there were two groups playing the radish picking game. The members are feeling a bit evil and decide to wreck sunoo for not being apart of the fun(torture)
https://youtu.be/hNOc3IaYPUQ?si=eW9gD1l99D2iVICr
I AM SO SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO WRITE THIS 😭
A Ticklish Revenge
“Well, that was fun!” Jay announced
The Enhypen members were on their drive back to the dorm from recording their ‘EN-OCLOCK’ episode.
“Yeah, watching you guys getting tickled was so funny, HAHA.” Sunoo exaggerated the laughter to rub in the fact that every other member but him had to go through tickle torture.
“Oh shut up, hyung!” Niki retorted while jabbing him in the side
Suddenly, an idea popped into Heeseung’s head. What if they tickled him for revenge? Heeseung whispered his plan to Jake, who took Sunoo’s phone. He didn’t want Sunoo to see his plan in the group chat as they couldn’t have him knowing what was about to come.
“Hyungggg,” Sunoo whined, “Please give my phone backkkk”
“Okay fine,” Jake said after deleting the messages from the younger’s phone.
“Here you go”
“Thank you, you’re so annoying”
“You’re gonna regret saying that”
When they arrived, everyone except Sunoo rushed to get back to the dorm.
Sunoo looked around, confused as to why they had all sprinted out so quickly. When he asked the staff, they shrugged. Sunoo shrugged as well, assuming it was normal Enhypen behavior. Sometimes they could be pretty chaotic.
The other six members went straight to Jake, Jay, and Heeseung’s room to discuss their plan.
“Okay, so he’s going to take a shower first. That’s what he always does after we record. When he finishes changing, he’ll probably want to take a nap. The plan is that when he gets in bed, Jungwon will text Jake. Then Jake will tell me and Jay. Niki and Sunghoon will be in the room already since they room with him. When we three enter, we all get on Sunoo’s bed and will start tickling him. If we wait too long to start, he may get suspicious given the episode we filmed. Plus, tickling is extremely common between us.” Hesseung explained, as he said the last part Jake nervously giggled, remembering all the times he had been wrecked. He almost felt bad for Sunoo. Almost.
When Sunoo got in bed to take his nap, Jungwon texted Jake.
*Yawn* “Gosh, I’m tired. I’m gonna take a nice long nap.” Sunoo said as he hugged himself with a big smile. It just felt so nice to be in a warm bed after a long day. He layed down on his pillow, closed his eyes, and… laughed?
“HAHAHA,” Sunoo laughed loudly out of sheer surprise, “WHY HAHA”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Jake asked teasingly
“We’re getting you back for not going through the same torture (heavenly experience lol) as we did.” Niki explained while digging into his hyung’s sides. This elicited the loudest, most contagious laugh. It could almost be compared to a loud baby laugh.
“That was a good reaction” Heeseung smirked
“OKAHAY IM SORRY JUST STOP HAHA”
“Sorry for what?” Sunghoon asked
“FOR HAHA MAKING you guys have to go through the tickling alone” They stopped tickling the sunshine to let him speak
“Oh no, no need to apologize! We were gonna tickle you either way.” Jay chuckled aloud at his own cruelty.
“That’s not fair hahaha nohoho” Sunoo laughed as Jungwon wiggled his fingers above him teasingly
“Do you want us to go hard but only for a short time or slow but for longer?” Jake asked
“Just get it done with quicklyyy”
“WAIT” Sunoo regretted his decision instantly when he felt the other’s tickling him less than seconds after he made his decision.
“No wait now, it’s too late,” Jay said
“HAHAHAHA IHI CAN'T TAKE IT ANY LONGER HAHA”
When the others heard this, they decided to go for the kill. Jay squeezed his sides while Jake squeezed his legs and the others tickled randomly. It was torture (heaven; I’m sorry I had to).
When they saw how tired he was from laughing so hard, they let up.
“Ohoho my gohod. That was so haha oh my god.”
“Speechless, huh?” Niki asked
“Wow that was intense”
They left Sunoo in his room to take his well-deserved nap.
“We need to do that more often, it was fun”, Niki said enthusiastically
The other members nodded smiling from ear to ear.
Meanwhile, Sunoo who secretly enjoyed being tickled, was laughing in his sleep.
#Do you guys like my comments during the fic or is it annoying?#lee sunoo#ler enhypen#kpop tickle#tickle fic
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What are your favorite sports?
Indigo: I like Baseball, it's really fun
Ash: My job is a Sport lol. But if we mean a Physical one... Yeah i would say Baseball.
Peach: Ah- sportsball. Sports! Yes, i do participate in those regularly.
Pepper: Mom-
Peach: Okay i don't, but once in awhile i'll play Baseball with the boys or i'll just sprint in the field until i get tired.
Pepper: I just watch mom run, but battling other pokemon is a sport for me.
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Not a fanfic sorry, but perhaps inspiration
Help i had a dream that somehow lead me into a marriage with this tall and shaggy haired German man. Idk any tall and shaggy haired german men. He had like a long wool (?) Coat, and the softest voice. I remember that he liked to drink what i think to be whiskey too.
I think i can re-tell the dream, if you want to read more lol
Okay so, it first started with me and one of my siblings at this like arcade place. We were playing this game that made you destroy letters out of a letter clump until you make a word. I remember being bad at it. There was a second level, i think, but I dont remember it. It then lead to this VR, but it felt like actually reality, scavenger game which was textured to look like mincraft but with the realistic texture pack. (You know the one that makes the water look real af) Anyway, i think the point of this game was to find valuable iteams and what not, because when you got sent back to the real world you could keep the iteams you found. So somehow i end up on a team and our base is on like a pound or lake idk. Randomly a bunch of teams join ours as we're all lower level, but then suddenly this obviously more powerful team pulls up and i mean literally pulls up! They has SUVs! One member on our side, i think he was an older Asian man, leaves to go talk to them. I think we were all frozen for a minute until we all sprinted out and into the water. It wasn't very deep or long so we ened up out of the water and running across what i think is the desert. We all split off and i end up running with this random guy. On this desert there was like these palace government like builds, i think i tried to sneak into one but saw a guard and kept running. Me and the guy i was running with were getting tired but we saw this tall man with shaggy hair and a coat (german man lol), so i had the brilliant idea to hide behind a pole and hope that he would walk by us. He didn't. And this is when it gets weird, because he literally just says hello or somthing, but as if a siren song i pop my head out and he just gestures and calls to me. The minute Im in front of him he says something and the grabs my hand painfully, then proceeds to pull me to this train station like building were i sign what i assume to be a marriage certificate. After this moment i become weirdly complacent. I lean into him and grab his arm as he pulls me into this nearly empty tavern that only hold his team, idk if he sat me on his lap or nexrt to him, but we were close together. I then think i was slowly falling asleep while his team made fun of him for being a drunk when he asked for a glass bottle of this deep brown liquid. They mentioned me but it was the team lead that actually said something. And you're gonna love this, im pretty sure the leader was the same older Asian man! The dream gets blurry until it randomly gets spicy. Lol then i woke up with this a the strongest memory lmao.
#dream#romance#help how do i tag this#how did i remember all this#but fr this is true#germany#german men#do i like german men?#i like könig#könig#blog#bd/sm blog#writers on tumblr#Tumblr#not an x reader sorry
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OC Interview
tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @natesofrellis @adelaidedrubman @thomrainer @hoesephseed @sstewyhosseini and @echo3-1 to interview one of my ocs and of course I'm following their format and turn it into a literal interview, thank you beloveds! 🤍
sending out no pressure tags; @risingsh0t @indorilnerevarine @josephslittledeputy @aceghosts @confidentandgood @purplehairsecretlair @roofgeese @jacobseed @noetikat @strangefable @shadowglens @leviiackrman @ghastlyrider @jackiesarch @shellibisshe and you!
I was thinking about who to choose and decided to go for Paz because Laurie's interview would've been very depressing lol and I wanted something a little more lighthearted!
"What's so important that it can't wait for a few minutes?", Paz asks the boy who's holding onto her hand and dragging her after him.
"You'll see."
As they reach the kitchen, she spots Simon and Luke sitting at the dinner table. Pedro pulls her to the other side of it and urges her to sit. While she does as she's told, he sprints back and sits down next to his father.
Paz folds her hands as she lays them on the table and raises her eyebrows at Simon. He sighs.
"You have to answer some questions for us", Luke says.
Paz chuckles, "Is this an interrogation?"
"Almost. An interview!", Pedro says.
"Wait, I remember Laura wanted to ask me some questions."
"We asked aunt Laura if we can do that. She loved the idea so she said yes."
"How kind of her", Simon says.
Clearly, he seems very enthusiastic about it. The boys notice and tug on his sleeves, silently asking him to start already. "Alright"
Name?
PAZ: Starting with the hard questions, huh? What am I supposed to say? The name I go by is Paz Acosta. But my birth name is Paz Vázquez. However, since we're married my actual name is Paz Riley, but that's confidential.
SIMON: Just like Diego's last name, so there's only one option left.
PAZ: [pauses] Right. Paz Acosta then.
Are you single?
SIMON: No. Next question.
PAZ: [bites her lip to keep herself from smiling]
Are you happy?
PEDRO: Yes, duh.
PAZ: Hey, I thought you were interviewing me? How would you even know that?
LUKE: You're always happy!
PEDRO: Yeah, uncle König told us how you're always smiling when you work with him and aunt Laura. He calls you two, uhh Honigkuchenpferde**. [laughs] (**a funny/silly word to call a person who is constantly smiling)
PAZ: Really? Hm.
SIMON: Your answer?
PAZ: The boys know me too well. Of course I am.
Are you angry?
PAZ: [pauses to think for a moment] I was gonna say I had enough anger in my life, so no. But now... König is lucky he isn't here right now. Might have to pay him a visit later on.
SIMON: Tell me when you're leaving, I don't want to miss that.
Are your parents still married?
PAZ: [pauses] They still are, yes. Not even death was able to do them part.
Birth place?
PAZ: Buenos Aires, Argentina.
Hair color?
PAZ: Do I need to answer this? Isn't it obvious?
SIMON: You just complained about us answering your questions for you.
PAZ: Fine. Dark Brown.
Eye color?
PAZ: Green.
Birthday?
PAZ: November 1st, 1995.
Mood?
PAZ: A little tired still. And hungry. We could've done this after breakfast.
LUKE: No, this is really important. We need your answers now.
Gender?
PAZ: Female. Ah yes, very important questions.
LUKE: Wait for them, the next questions will be fun.
Summer or winter?
PAZ: Winter. I prefer the cold over the heat.
SIMON: That's why I always have to give you my jacket?
PAZ: Hey, I said I like the cold not being cold. The fresh and cool air is just a lot more pleasant. And of course there's also snow! It's pretty!
PEDRO: Snowball fights! And building snowmen that look like dad!
SIMON: That one looked nothing like me.
PAZ: It had the same emotionless expression as you. Dead, cold eyes. Mouth turned into a frown. An icy nature.
SIMON: We're getting off-topic here.
Morning or afternoon?
PAZ: Afternoon. We do get up early, but I'm more of a night person. Both working and relaxing come easier during that time of the day.
=EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE=
PAZ: An interesting turn of events. What kind of interview is this?
PEDRO: You wanted more interesting questions. So let's go.
Are you in love?
PAZ: [laughs dryly] Take a wild guess.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
PAZ: Not for myself, but perhaps for others?
LUKE: You and dad didn't fall in love at first sight?
[Paz and Simon awkwardly look at each other]
PAZ: Next question.
Who ended your last relationship?
PAZ: Well, since your dad was and still is the first partner I ever had, no one.
Have you ever broken someone’s heart?
PAZ: [smiles] There have been no complaints as of yet.
SIMON: You're very confident with that answer.
PAZ: [smile drops] Have I?
SIMON: Remember when you first declined my proposal and disappeared for weeks afterwards?
PAZ: You've never mentioned that before. [pauses] That broke your heart?
[everyone looks at Simon]
SIMON: Next question.
Are you afraid of commitments?
PAZ: Definitely not.
PEDRO: Dad just said you didn't want to marry him. Isn't that a commitment?
LUKE: And then you ran away. That means you were scared?
PAZ: Alright, I was afraid of commitment. [takes Simon's hand in hers] But your dad showed me I didn't have to be.
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
PAZ: I do so every day, actually.
Have you ever had a secret admirer?
PAZ: I don't think so.
PEDRO: Uncle John said-
SIMON: Your mother is supposed to answer this, not uncle John.
[Paz tilts her head in confusion]
Have you ever broken your own heart?
PAZ: [pauses] Next question, please.
=SIX CHOICES=
Love or... lust the other thing?
PAZ: [laughs] What?
SIMON: [pauses] Desiring something.
PAZ: Oh. Uhm, love. But I'd say you don't necessarily have to choose when you're in love.
SIMON: Hm, no protest from me.
Lemonade or iced tea?
PAZ: Lemonade.
Cats or dogs?
PAZ: Dogs. Couldn't imagine a life without Riley. Or his energy.
A few best friends or many regular friends?
PAZ: A mix? I'm friends with quite a few colleagues. They aren't too many though. And I have a few best friends like Laura, Gaz, and John. I couldn't go without either, so both I guess.
Wild night out or romantic night in?
PAZ: Night in! It's a lot more comfortable at home. Night outs can be fun, but most of the time they're quite exhausting.
Day or night?
PAZ: Night! What can I say, I'm a night owl, ha.
[no one laughs]
SIMON: Never heard that one before.
=FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS=
Been caught sneaking out?
PAZ: No. I'm quiet as an owl. No one will ever hear me coming. Or leaving for that matter.
SIMON: It's 'quiet as a mouse'.
PAZ: Yes, I know. But my sign is the snowy owl, not a mouse, Simon. Have you ever heard an owl during flight? No, because owls move around quietly, too. You'd know that if you let me have one.
SIMON: Are you done?
PAZ: You're an unfun man. [silence] Now I'm done.
Fallen down/up the stairs?
PAZ: No.
Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?
PAZ: Yes, and it still hurts.
Wanted to disappear?
PAZ: Well-
PEDRO: When dad wanted to marry you?
PAZ: Why did you have to bring that up? You know they'll never let me forget that.
SIMON: Hm, good.
=FOUR PREFERENCES=
Smile or eyes?
PAZ: [smiles] Eyes.
Shorter or taller?
PAZ: Taller.
Intelligence or attraction?
PAZ: Intelligence can be attractive.
Hook-up going out with different people or a relationship?
PAZ: Definitely relationship.
=FAMILY=
Do you and your family get along?
LUKE: We do!
PAZ: That I can agree with. I only wish I got to know the rest of my family, too.
LUKE: Tío** Raúl said the others would like us. (**Uncle)
PAZ: [smiles] Of course they would.
Would you say you have a “messed up life”?
PAZ: It was more than just "messed up". But that's over now. [bites her lip]
Have you ever run away from home?
PAZ: Does my escape from the lab count?
SIMON: That wasn't your home.
PAZ: Hm. Then my answer is no.
Have you ever gotten kicked out?
PAZ: No, I'm well-behaved.
[Simon snorts]
PEDRO: What did you do?
SIMON: Next question.
=FRIENDS=
Do you secretly hate one of your friends?
PAZ: I wouldn't be friends with them if I hated them. So obviously no.
Do you consider all of your friends good friends?
PAZ: I guess so? Again, they wouldn't be my friends otherwise.
Who is your best friend?
PAZ: Laura and Gaz. I'm not choosing.
Who knows everything about you?
PAZ: A certain man that goes by the name of "Ghost".
#oc: paz acosta#tag game#haha this is definitely not extremely long :)))#and it also didn't take me hours to write this down either
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Hi there!!
Thank you for feeding my Jason Todd obsession!! Your tumblr has honestly been keeping me going these few days 🥰🥰🥰
If you are still accepting asks (and not sure if this was done before here), Do you have any headcanons for how an enemies to lovers relationship with Jason would look like? Goin from “I wanna kill you” to “I would kill for you, ride or die” type dynamics are my jam lol
Stay awesome! Love love love your work! ❤️
Ohhh boy. Here we go.
you. stole. his guns.
It's a fight on sight.
He spends WEEKS obsessively planning how he's gonna make you pay.
Right down to his quips because he's sassy AND dramatic
But somewhere between the stake out when he finally finds you and the fight on the roof in the rain
bc ofc it's a fight in the rain
The fighting feels more like dancing.
And when he finally pins you to the ground- his face inches from yours. He realizes that your eyes might be the most beautiful he's ever seen.
And your chest heaving against his is giving him an awkward boner
He's off of you and grudgingly offering you a hand. All "I could kill you but this was fun"
So you're like- "As if."
And gone before he can register that you'd just lured him into a trap. He might have had you pinned but you weren't near as tired as you seemed as you sprinted away.
And suddenly Bruce's obsession with Selina makes so much more sense
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OC Spiderman AU 🕷️
Spidey sketch with a writing bit by yours truly! This is my OC Spider-Man AU. It’s a mix of all three spider film franchises, the PS4 games, & the spiderverse movie… but with my own twists and OCs! It’s not meant to be comic accurate or anything special, just a bit of fun.
By no means am I a writer, this is just something I scribbled down in my notes app and wanted to share so a bit of this AU could make sense! It’s a combo mix of brief character descriptions & actual story. also NOPE I did not proofread. I’m lazy like that 🫶🏽 I plan to make storyboards with the described scenes. These are like the bare bones of it! :)
——— CW for stabbing, it’s not detailed or anything!
Background on Hannah Cooper
Hannah Cooper originally worked at Oscorp as an assistant, but quickly climbed the ranks and begun working with some of the more… dangerous projects. She was moved on to work with a lab created Symbiote of some kind, but the project was quickly shut down due to health regulations and how toxic the substance could be. Osborn (soon to be green goblin, & infected with symbiote himself) asks Hannah to take on the project outside of the company & although dangerous and illegal, he promises her extremely high pay and head of research within Oscorp. She takes on the project and slowly becomes obsessed and (literally) infected by it.
She’s a mix of Doc Ock & Symbiote, using her skills in robotics and biology, she builds robotic arms like tubes where symbiote and flow through and around them without completely losing shape. She wears a long white lab coat with dirty brass goggles & her hair tied up.
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Background on Noah Cooper & the messy relationships (LOL)
Noah Cooper is young high school student and best friend/boyfriend of Jacob Briggs… aka Spider-Man. He’s also the little brother of (you guessed it!) Hannah. Yeah, a LOT to unpack.
As Jacob learns more and more about Oscorps sketchy secrets & connections to the most dangerous in the city, he naturally becomes curious and decides to investigate a strange lab privately funded by Osborn himself. While there, he discovers Hannah working there- and leaves as soon as he came. But unfortunately cameras in the area give her a sneaking suspicion of who he was.
Surprise! The next night Noah invites Jacob to dinner with his family, including Hannah. It gets SUPER awkward, Jacob and Hannah even get into strangely heated argument no one else at the table understands which only make her suspicions stronger.
A bit later on after Jacobs Spider-Man identity gets revealed to Noah, he tries to explain Hannah’s connection to the company and how much danger she’s in. Noah tries to defend her, but can’t help but agree she’s been acting strange lately. It ends in another heated argument of theirs which leaves them both upset at eachother for awhile
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*imagine there is a ton of interesting filler lore that hints and the next villains and even multi-verse stuff*
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Final battle scene;
after several minutes of fighting they both grow tired and desperate to have it end. She’s the most dangerous she’s ever been, and he’s the most vulnerable. While down, Jacob hears a familiar voice from the side but he can’t make out the words. He turns his attention to the sound and sees Noah climbing up the rubble with something in his hand. He stands proudly and raises it high as possible- a loud, horrible ring pours from the tiny device and leaves Hannah crumbling to the ground covering her ears, the symbiote begins to fall apart like kinetic sand. Noah sprints across the floor to Jacob and helps him up (also hands him some earbuds lol) Jacob begs and pleads for Noah to leave before he gets hurt, but he refuses and points to a new and improved spy-fly drone flys through the smoke and wreckage. With artificial webs, it blasts a web net over Hannah & alerts Jacob that it’d called for the NYPD’s R.A.F.T officers. The sound device begins to make a whirring sound, cutting in and out before completely shutting down. Hannah begins to recover and stand up again, Jacob tries but can barely get himself into a proper fighting position, he yells at Noah to leave again but doesn’t get a response back- he turns to him and sees him in shock. His sister towering 15 extra feet above him, wearing the same lab coat she’d come home in every day- she was so unrecognizable and familiar at the same time-it would be shocking for anybody. Jacob grabs Noah by the shoulders trying to shake him fully conscious again. They both start running for the exit once his legs start working again. A huge chunk of rubble and metal starts coming down right above Hannah, she swiftly moved out of the way, and decides to make one more shaky, blind stab towards Jacob. The combination of dust and smoke make it hard to see, but she could feel the impact. The dust falls and she sees Jacob huddled over Noah. From across the room. Distance police sirens grew louder and the surroundings flames died down. She slithered her way closer to the two. Jacob yells and cries to her, still hovering over the body. She leans down to his level and stares Jacob in the eyes with the first glimpse of remorse since this started. "I can fix him. If you let me go." She didn’t sound delusional or desperate, she was serious. Red and blue flashes filled the room and Jacob makes a promise, that if they crossed paths again, she wouldn’t make it out alive next time. As R.A.F.T officers flooded the scene, she left through the back of the building into the dark.
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les goo -- im presenting thy taro (how would respond to a collab with white tulips on ao3 if that somehow comed up in a conversation?)
and ivy
Taro: Oh, that's not what I expected from this ask prompt, interesting. Hm...
Well, I'd probably be very flattered at first, like I inevitably seem to be when engaging with them (around when I first talked to them directly it boiled down to... pretty much frisbeeing compliments at them...). So, hypothetically, I'd be like "what? ☺️ you wish to work together with me on a creative endeavor? 🥺 You're too kiiind," only to pause when I would realize I don't really have ideas at the moment to contribute with. But, that's usually the case until they start talking, so then I'd cover for it: "Aha, so what've you been pondering, lately?" While I not-so-subtly take out a notepad and scribble until something sticks. I'm always so inspired by how Tulips is so innovative with their discussion...
To be honest, though, I'm unsure if it'd be fair to put them through the ringer that is my scattered and nonscheduled creative process, if it was a more extended project, lol.
Ivy: I'm still learning my emotional tells, myself, honestly. I'm not too observant of body language, be it myself, or others. People that know me can usually tell if I'm thinking about something, but when they're like 'I cannot deduce what is on your mind, explain human,' I'll often have to be like 'Oh, I was thinking? I think you're right, hold up homie, give me 5 so I can figure out what was on my mind, and I'll get back to you.' Of emotional tells that come to mind:
Happy = I get the zoomies. I am suddenly filled with an inexplicable urge to dart as fast as I can like some frantic woodland creature. Sometimes, when presented with a long, empty walk in front of me, I indulge my instinct to zoom, and just sprint. Very fun. When this is not achievable, I might pace around instead (usually while talking about something). When that is not achievable, sadge. So much happy... nowhere to go...
Annoyed = Can't really think of many subtle/individual things. Most of the time, when people think I'm annoyed, I'm not actually annoyed. Real frustration is usually task based for me, so I'll probably be on my own, filling out a paper talking to the air like "you see this shit? Disgusting." I might laugh about it to try to chill out, if maybe the pace/nature of whatever I'm working on really is not happening, that day.
Upset = A really strained, creepy smile. Feels stuck to my face. I'll be talking through my teeth like "That's fine," and I probably look constipated.
Tired = Fidgety and flat. Don't have the energy for a ton of facial movement, do have the discomfort to bounce my leg up and down a gazillion times while I give a thousand-yard-stare that screams: "I want out."
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