#why can't we have a middle ground option - ya know?

[iskotaa]

Androgyn-Alear.

#fire emblem #fire emblem engage #androgyne positivity #queer artist #Alear #fire emblem fan art #why can't we have a middle ground option - ya know? #digital watercolour #lgbt art #gender queer

[drivenbydopamine]

There were so many signs...

1. As a child I spent HOURS picking hundreds of daisies from the field across the street. I would then sit in my treehouse and disassemble them. A container for all the petals, one for all the stems, one for all the yellow bits I removed from the middle, and one for the holder of all the yellow bits.

2. I was inexplicably attached to certain objects - a basketball, a piece of chalk, a colouring book, etc (I now understand why I had these attachments)

3. In highschool I spent so much time alone in my room making storage systems out of cardboard. Little cabinets with doors and drawers for all my bits.

4. In highschool (at my dad's because it was not allowed at mom's house) as well as in my dorm at college, I would disassemble my bedframe and put my mattress on the floor. Eventually I'd put it back together but that never lasted long. I like sleeping closer to the ground. (big part of why I also love sleeping in tents)

5. I hate sitting in chairs if I can't pull my feet/legs up. I cannot "sit like a normal person" as I was told to do so many times. I would often choose to sit on the floor if the only other option was like a kitchen chair (placed all around a room like a rec room or living room) . And I'd be told "there's a chair right here you know".

6. Echolalia - I learned today that it doesn't necessarily mean repeating it out loud. So... Ya, guess I do that. I constantly repeat words over and over and over in my head. "superfluous" is a word that has been getting stuck on repeat from time to time for at least 25yrs.

7. I never did well in subjects where anything was left up to interpretation.... Sort of. Basically (see English class is the devil) there were 100 ways to interpret things, but I had to guess how the teacher interpreted it so that my equally correct response wasn't marked as incorrect. - - - Pls don't make me guess what you're thinking... My thoughts are not in your box. Lol

8. I used to fill my room with my favourite things... Suddenly I'd be super overwhelmed by the "clutter" (it was all neat and sorted and organized and everything had a place) and I would take EVERYTHING and shove it in a box in my closet. Slowly it would all make its way back into my room until BOOM! OVERWHELMED. then... Back in the closet.

9. Sensory sensitivity - I hated bright lights (cannot count the amount of times I heard "why don't you turn the lights on in here? “, I couldn't stand certain textures, certain scents bothered me so much it felt like my internal organs were itchy, and nails on a chalkboard was by no means the only sounds that made me feel that way.

10. I often moved my mattress into my walk-in closet as a teen. I like small dark spaces. They make me feels safe.

11. I have never known how to participate in a conversation. I was always scolded for interrupting or berated for not speaking.

12. I cannot count the amount of times I was told that I'm no fun because my idea of fun was far from what everyone else thought fun was....... Also if we did enjoy the same activities I did not enjoy doing them together. Ex. Bowling. I loved bowling. I wanted to bowl 3-5 games every time.. At least. my friends were into one, maybe 2 games.. And then it's "ok, my arm hurts. Let's go." also the amount of just hanging around and not being there when it's your turn and being silly with it and not waiting for the other person to go before running up in the lane next to them. Couldn't handle it. I found doing a mutually enjoyable activity with someone often took the fun out of it for me because I enjoyed it in a very different way that clashed with their idea of enjoyment.

13. Being trapped in that place of "I want to crawl under a rock and die" because of the sensory hell these "dressy clothes" clothes are and "I want to crawl under a rock and die" because of the humiliation from not being "dressed appropriately"

And so on....

And so on...

#Autism #Here's your sign #undiagnosed autistic #How did we not know

[the-vault-apprentice]

In Which the World Changes

((This thing has been in drafts since like November. Fuck it, I gotta get it out. Here ya go. Yeah, yeah, I know season of shattering is over by a long time, but real life kinda beat me up and frankly it took AGES to figure out how to work it in so... Real life is still kicking my butt so updates are gonna be slow for a while longer while I try and figure out what I want out of my future. For advance warning, any changes made to Eden itself will not be included, as the presence of Shared Memories and the fact we remain standing are both vital to me and my mental health. TGC can SUCK IT for taking them from us and I refuse to acknowledge the loss.))

Previous

"I don't like this place."

"I can see why not. It's pretty, uh….."

He doesn't like it here, either. This is obvious to her. The thought occurs that he would like the reef even less. Best not to go that way, though of course, the other option is….

The tips of her wings make little fwip sounds and the ends of her pigtails are being pulled forward and Kani learns that very strong winds can make even the most fluttery of colorful birds stay grounded. It seems to make her very uncomfortable to have her feet on the ground, and it sends a small pain through the middle of her to see it. She does not like how bright and chittery and busy this bird-lady is. But she is clearly a dear friend to some others, and Kani takes no joy in seeing her distressed. There is no pleasure to be found in seeing others hurt, not really. Not that she's ever found.

"Is there no other way down?"

She tosses her lantern onto her back and looks at the almost-giant with disdain. Does he think she would take them this way if there was another? That SHE would come this way if there was another option?

The wind paths cross her mind briefly, but to get there also requires jumping off into nothingness and to be tossed around.

"Keep your wings close, and mouth shut, else you will be eating sand in a moment."

As gloomy as the grey-green haze of the Wasteland is, there is one thing to be thankful for. In much of this realm, you cannot see Eden. The ever-present mountain and its perpetually exploding top are invisible, yet underneath the sounds of the raging storm she hears something new. And this sound makes her turn her eyes towards where the end of the world can usually be seen.

They don't hear it. Of course they don't. It's loud here. What difference is it to them?

Something moves in the corners of what she can see- That strange dark creature with its pretty eyes is looking at her. The same one? Or another? It does not matter, not really. Knowing she is being watched over by these things gives her an odd sense of comfort, and a feeling of brave starts to grow underneath her worrying. Deep breath in. Let it go again.

There is a beautiful place past here. One filled with brightness and color. Someplace she thinks they would like to see. Someplace she would like to go. She holds the image of it in her mind as she steps off the stone and into the air, not bothering to open her wing or spread her arms, letting the storm bring her ever lower. Kani thinks she heard yelling. But this is not something to fear. It is just how you enter the Wasteland- Dizzy and disoriented and a little ruffled, though otherwise alright.

The sky is wrong. I can't see. The light is wrong, the sky is broken…. And pink.

Waiting, waiting. One. Two. Three.

She gives them a minute to get un-dizzy, though she herself is buzzing to the point of bursting with the urge to GO. Words fall over her ears again, too many and too strange for her to understand them. These people talk funny. Or… Maybe she talks funny. No, that can't be it. She talks just fine. It is these new people that are strange, and poor Jack is stuck in the middle of known and unknown. Communication aside, she shakes out her arms and legs and twirls around and shows them-

I am okay. All in one piece. You see? It does not hurt us. It is only a pushy wind.

That's not what she says, though. What she says is something else.

"Follow me. There is a boat. And it will take us somewhere magic. You will like it, I think."

She holds out a hand to the tall one. He does not seem to fly.

In her mind, she thinks it will be safe. Whatever has happened to make this place so wrong wouldn't hurt the Ark, right?

The ride is long and quiet. There are questions in the air, she can feel them. What does she tell them? Everything? Some things? Nothing? No, she can't tell them nothing. She came here with nothing, and how lost she felt then… After a moment or two of more thought, she sits, hovering in the air with her legs crossed over each other. How do you explain the way things have always been? How do you give answers when you have so many of your own questions?

"Something bad happened a really long time ago. I think… We are meant to be fixing it somehow. Or helping, at least…."

The sky is still pink when the boat stops moving. And when she walks up the hill.

"I'm…. That looks bad."

"IS bad."

#sky: children of the light #season of childhood #kani's story #it's been so long since I used tumblr on my laptop the formatting is probably all weird #It's up on AO3 if you'd like to comment and see how I originally wrote it LOL

[kjpurplepineapple]

How about 82 for Warriors? I would love to see Warriors knock some sense into someone with this speech.

82: “You think you’re ready to do everything but you’re not. You’re not ready to kill someone, no matter how much you hate them.”

"Wind! Stop!" Warriors chased the sailor through the woods. Wind ignored him. He had to catch up to those bastards! He had to dish out the revenge they had coming for months.

The Chain had been robbed in the middle of the night by the same bandits who, in the first week the heroes had been in Puertave, attempted to rob them before and kidnapped Future and Wind. Wind made it out of that encounter relatively unscathed, but Future had lost an eye that day. He had lost it trying to defend Wind. The second time, the Chain managed to retrieve all their stolen items and chase away the bandits quickly, but Wind had other ideas. He wasn't letting them get away. He was going to get payback for all the pain they caused, the permanent damage they had dealt to his friend. The young pirate was out for blood.

"WIND!!!" Warriors shouted again. Wind tried to sprint ahead and outrun him but was suddenly tackled to the ground. Warriors had his arms wrapped tightly around Wind's body, and despite his thrashing and flailing and kicking, the captain would not let go.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO, DAMMIT! THEY'RE GONNA GET AWAY!" Wind screamed.

"No! Wind, you are not going after them. After what they did to you and Future the first time-"

"THAT'S WHY I'M GOING AFTER THEM, YA DUNDERHEAD! I CAN'T LET THOSE BILGE-SUCKING BASTARD SONS OF BISCUIT EATERS GET AWAY WITH THIS!" Wind shrieked furiously, still squirming in an attempt to get away. One knew the sailor was infuriated when he started to use pirate slang. He managed to wriggle out of Warriors' arms and stand up, only for his arm to be grabbed, preventing him from running away again.

"Don't you care?! Future sacrificed his eye to protect me from them! I ain't makin' that mistake again! They need to die for what they did! I'll fuckin' cut 'em in half! I know you'd do the same if it were-"

"WIND!!! SHUT THE HELL UP, AND LISTEN TO ME!!!" Warriors shouted, "YOU THINK YOU'RE READY TO DO EVERYTHING, BUT YOU'RE NOT! YOU'RE NOT READY TO KILL SOMEONE, NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU HATE THEM!" Wind froze. Warriors looked as if he were holding back tears. His grip on Wind's arm softened to where he was holding the sailor's hand instead. He took a deep breath before he spoke again,

"I know you're mad. I know they hurt you, and they hurt Future, and of course I care. But this is not worth it. I would have done the same if it were you or Mask or any of the boys. But I can't let you do this. Kid... You need to understand that killing someone changes you. Whatever innocence you had before, it is gone once you've taken the life of another person. And you can never go back after that."

"I killed Ganondorf." Wind argued.

"Ganon is different. An ancient evil like that, reincarnated time after time, you can justify it in your mind by thinking he's just another monster that needs vanquished. By the time you fought him, his humanity was long gone. Those guys there? They're people. Sure, they're bad people, but they are still people. And the burden of having taken a life for the first time is not worth getting revenge on a group of low-life bandits. I don't want to see you and Mask end up going down the same path I did. Promise me you won't resort to killing unless there truly is no other option. Okay?"

"Okay..." Wind nodded, wiping his eyes and sniffling, "I promise."

"Good. Now let's head back before the others think we ran into trouble."

#Linked Keys #loz au #LK #not lu #LK Wind #LK Warriors #tw violent thoughts #My attempt at using pirate words for Wind lol #you dont mess with a pirate's crew if you know what's good for you #writing prompts

[sammiesonyourleft]

shot in the dark - s.w.

A/N: Hii!! I've been writing this for months and I feel kinda nervous, but very excited. This is the first fic I've wrote in a few years, so suggestions will be super helpful if y'all want more!! (I feel like I have to barf as I'm posting this, but we're going with it!!)

Few notes:

- This is based on the third option in a prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting

- falcon divider by @firefly-graphics

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: angst, mention of the blip, pregnancy, slight TFATWS spoilers [beware if you haven't seen it]

You’ve been trying to talk to Sam about having kids for months. Going through the baby aisle at Target, leaving your Amazon cart full of baby clothes for him to see it, constantly babysitting AJ and Cass, but alas, nothing was working. It was like he was oblivious to everything when it came to children. Until one night, you finally took a shot at it.

“Honey, can we talk?” You sigh, ignoring the nervous pit in your belly.

“Of course sugar, what’s on your mind?” He says from your closet, hearing the smile in his voice.

“I wanna have a baby.” He steps out of your shared closet, looking very confused

“What?”

“I said I wanna hav-" He climbs in your bed next to you, “I heard what you said. Where is this coming from?” “Well I — I mean, I’m not getting any younger and we’ve been married for some time now, seeing how you act with the boys... I just.. It makes me think about what you’d be like with our kids, ya know?”

“As great as that sounds sugar, I just became Captain America.. I would really want to focus on that.”

“But Sam, you were-"

“I know I was gone for so long, but now’s my chance to really prove to everyone that I am worthy of the title..”

“You didn’t even want the title! You gave it away, remember?”

Apologetically, he tries to grab your hands, knowing it helps ground you when you're upset at something, "I know and you know I regret doing that, and now I have it back! You’re the one that convinced me to get it back in the first place!!”

“Because I saw what happened to you when they gave it to John!! So what because you’re Captain America, you can’t be a father now?”

Rolling his eyes, “I didn’t say that! Why are you putting words in my mouth?”

“Sammy, I spent years waiting for you to come back home. You had so much time to play hero. Look at Tony and Clint. They have families! I would like you to consider it!”

He laughs, “Play hero? You think I wanted to leave?? I would have rather been here with you, you know that!" He quiets for a moment, mulling over his next choice of words, "You know what? I’ve considered it. I don’t want kids.”

“Ever?” The tremble in your voice is evident, and he regains eye contact with you.

“As long as I’m Captain America.”

“Fine.” You leave your bed, searching for your purse, and sifting through drawers in your room for some clothes. He sees you packing and it puts him on high alert. Gently pulling you back, “Hey hey where you going?”

Snatching your arm back. “I’m going to stay with my sister. I can't be here.. in the same space as you right now.” You start moving around your room, making sure you have all of your belongings.

He stands in front of you, as you try to leave the bedroom, “So you just gonna walk out? We can't talk about this?”

“Samuel, at this point, there's nothing to talk about.”

Staring at you like you have five heads, “Stop saying my name like that. What'd you mean 'there’s nothing to talk about'? We’re in the middle of a very important conversation and you’re tryna leaving.”

“No, Sam. You said you didn't wanna have kids, so the conversation's over."

“I never said that! Stop saying that. Honey, can you please just trust me on this?”

With your back to him, “Do you remember what you told me the night we got married?”

“I said a lot that night. How am I -“

Tearfully, turning to face him, “‘I can’t wait to start a family with you. We’re gonna have so many little us’ around here.” Those were your words, Sam. And then you met Steve. And you left to go chase Bucky. You became a fugitive, Sam! And then you were dead for 5 years. We've been married for 11 years and out of that 11 years, we've only been together for less than two."

“I know. I know. And I'm so sorry for that. But can you not leave though? Please? We don't just pick up and leave in the middle of an argument. It’s one of our rules.

You get remember your last argument. He finally came back home after being on the run and the first thing he told you was that he was leaving again. You told him you didn't want him to go to Wakanda in the first place because you had a really bad feeling about it. He ignored you and say that he was going to protect his home. He left, and turns out that bad feeling was right. That was the last time you saw your husband for five years. The last thing you said to him before he walked out: "You're gonna get yourself killed and I'm not gonna sit around and watch!" That conversation replays in your nightmares constantly, thinking about all the different ways that conversation could have gone and maybe been a bit better if you didn't react that way. When he finally came home, you had a very long tear filled conversation about leaving when things get hard.

“You're right..” you sigh softly, “I'm sorry. I’m not going anywhere.”

He grabs your hand, leading you back to your bed. You sit there in silence for what feels like forever, until Sam finally speaks.

“When I was in away, Sarah and the boys got threatened. It was an empty threat.. they’re fine. But the thought of that happening to our children, to you, scares the hell out of me. Empty threat or not, I can't let that happen. There’s a lot on the line for me right now, honey. I want to start a family with you, I do, so much. But risking your safety is the last the thing I want. Being Captain America already puts this target, this level of scrutiny on my back. And being a black man... well you know. It adds another level of fear that Clint and Tony don’t get the luxury of having. Even if I get you and our babies into some kind of witness protection or something, people are ruthless. I can't - I don’t want that to happen. I could never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me.”

You see the tears in his eyes and pull him in for a hug, "Sammy, I -"

"You're sorry... I know.. But I have some wrong in this too.. It's not all just on you.."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't want to make a big deal out of it.. I'm shocked Sarah didn't tell you herself."

"I'm sorry for saying that you're playing hero. You're not and what you do is so amazing and I'm so proud of you. I just... I just..."

Tears start welling in your eyes, and you just break in his arms. He holds you asking, "You just what? What's the matter?"

Grabbing your purse, you find the thing you've been dreading bringing up.

"I didn't know how to tell you... I probably should have said something... I didn't know what to say... or when to say it? There was never really a good time..."

Eyes wide, he asks, "How long have you known?"

"About a month.."

"So that... wow.. okay.. well.. what do you want to do?"

"That's why I brought it up. I didn't want to make the decision without you."

"Is that why you've been trying to get me to look at all this baby stuff? And having Sarah come here with the boys?"

You nod, "Yea.."

"Baby, why didn't you say anything??"

"I don't know, Sammy... You normally just know everything without me telling you.."

He sighs, "It's okay. We're gonna figure out. Together. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

"Yea together."

#justsamwilson #sam wilson appreciation #sam wilson #captain america #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x black!reader

[bit-of-a-fuqboi]

Title: Running the bases

Steve was both shocked and annoyed when it was announced Billy had quit the basketball team to join the baseball team. Steve admits, reluctantly, that his annoyance has as much to do with not being able to creep on him anymore, as it has to do with the fact that their best chance of a championship is with him on their team. His shock was simply because, well, Billy had the kind of skills that made other guys envious. He was an amazing player. The kind to win championships. Real scholarship material. It just confused Steve to no end why he would throw that away.

It turned out he didn't. Word got around quickly that Billy's skill on the field was as good, if not better, as it was on the court. And Steve, well, Steve felt his annoyance only grow. Is there anything he can't do! Steve found himself silently fuming as he angrily chewed on his sandwich. 

The sudden sound of laughter, and many stomping feet, interrupted his brooding. He looks up and sees Billy for the first time since he quit—and he’s completely geared up from head to toe in the school's green and white baseball uniform.

The uniform clings to every single contour of muscle you can imagine. He struts through the quad like he owns it, and with each step Steve is hypnotized by the bulge of his biceps through the fabric and the pop of both of his pecs in his shirt. A shirt that is tucked into the tightest, sexiest pair of baseball knickers complete with green belt and green piping down the sides. His socks hug two thick, muscular calves, and he’s got on the green and white cleats. He even has on his green cap, and the dabbed eye black across the tops of his cheeks is smeared from practice. Whoa.

"You might want to pick your jaw up from the floor Harrington, you look like your about to start drooling"

Shaken from his stupor he turns to see a girl he doesn't know smirking at him, she looks familiar though… maybe we have a class together?

"No It's not! I'm not… It's not… I mean … I don't know what you mean" Yeah that's not suspicious. Great save Harrington.

"Whatever dingus" She says with a snort and walks off. Steve is sure he hears her mutter "I don't know what they see in you" as she walks away.

With a feeling, almost like panic, creeping in, Steve has a very sudden urge to escape the area before anyone else notices his weirdness. Throwing his half eaten sandwich in the bin he makes a beeline for the school.

He makes it halfway down the first corridor before he is suddenly shoved into a storage closet.

"What the actual fuck!" Steve likes to think he yelled, but suspects he screamed. High pitched and embarrassing. Fuck! Could this day get any worse.

The light switches on, and he's temporarily blinded by the brightness but as soon as his eyes adjust he's greeted by grinning Billy Hargrove. Yep, it just got worse.

"Miss me Harrington" he asks.

"Like the clap" Steve answers automatically, regretting it immediately. Steve was certain that he just escalated the situation to a fist fight, a fist fight in a small enclosed space where he is not likely to come out on top, but instead Billy just laughs. 

"I saw you checking out the new uniform." At the reminder Steve can't stop his eyes from trailing up Billy's body, but when he reaches his face he is met with an intense glare. Billy's arms are crossed and he looks about nine feet tall from Steve's corner of the closet. All those muscles... His shoulders are so broad they actually block the exit. There is no escape. Fuck! He's going to kill me, either literally or from sexual frustration, both are very real options at this point.

"So what do ya think pretty boy? Think I'll be able to slide home with how wet I'll be making the chicks at this school?" He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. No, instead he has that same invasive, hypnotizing look. The one that seems to see right through him.

To his horror Steve realises he's not scared in the least by how Billy’s looking at him. Instead, it's worse, he's turned on. Turned on by the strange intensity in Billy's eyes, by the bulges his biceps make when his arms are folded in that tight uniform, and that he could break him in half with little effort. 

"So gross dude" Steve answers, all the while silently panicking as he feels pre-cum beginning to leak and soak through his fast tightening underwear.

Billy's eyes draw down Steve's body appraisingly. He licks his lips—naturally reminding Steve that they are very much still there, and very much still plush and kissable as ever—and says "So, you ever feel up a baseball player?"

Steve freezes. He’s no longer blinking. His mouth can’t close. Steve waits for Billy to laugh it off, or maybe mock him some more but instead he takes a step closer.

Slowly, Billy brings a finger to the collar of Steve's shirt and hooks it inside. "C’mon, Harrington." Then he gives it a tug, the top button coming undone with surprising ease. "Tell me you aren't curious to know what's been driving these bitches crazy. It’s the stuff of legends, man." Steve's heart hammers away. His knees quake. "Half the writing on the bathroom walls is about what I’m packing.” Billy pops another button."Go ahead,” he coaxes, his voice silky smooth and languid, “Touch me.”

Time seemed to slow down and the world around them became blurred and unfocused. All that existed in that moment was them.They stared at each other in silence; the only sound in the closet was their ragged breathing. 

Steve made the decision, refusing to overthink, and reached out and ran his hands across Billy’s flat, muscular stomach. He was fascinated by the warm radiating through Billy's uniform. His fingers traced the hard muscles before moving to Billy’s hips. He took a moment to rub his palms over the belt, before slowly moving his hands around to the dimples of his ass in those tight pants.

It’s not lost on Steve that Billy's crotch is bulging dramatically. Holy shit; he’s getting off on this weird as fuck scenario too.

“Like how my ass feels Harrington?” he asks. 

“Yes” Steve chokes out.

“Unbuckle me.” 

Steve's didn't have to be told twice. His fingers fumble with the belt, hands shaking with excitement. Next comes the button of his pants and then the zipper, which slowly parts the dirt covered white sea of fabric to reveal his thick, hard cock enclosed in a white jock. Steve groaned at the sight. Why the fuck is he not wearing briefs? Steve looks up and Billy just cocks an eyebrow and smirks. Steve could feel his racing heartbeat pulsing in his ears. Why am I even questioning this?

Steve wraps his hand around Billy and starts to palm him through the flimsy underwear. Billy takes a shaky breath, but doesn’t do anything else. Challenge accepted motherfucker! Steve tightens his grip and picks up his pace.  

At first Billy just smiles smugly, then his breathing begins to get heavier. After a minute he’s practically panting. Steve smirks “Out of breath already Hargrove? How are you going to make it around all the bases with stamina like this?”   

Without warning Billy grasps Steve's shirt, pulls his face to his and fucking devours his mouth. Steve felt like he was just a piece of meat, a toy for Billy's own personal use. That really shouldn’t be hot. Steve realises he's now practically clawing Billy's back as Billy's reaches around to cup his ass. They’re both moaning into each other's mouth as their hips press firmly together. 

The sound of the bell ringing brings reality crashing down on Steve. It’s the middle of the day and they are on school grounds. Anyone could catch them. 

Steve breaks away from Billy and says “C’mon we need to head to class. Lunch is over. I can’t be late to biology, Mr Greene will have my ass.”

“But I want to have that ass.” Billy says as he squeezes Steve's ass cheeks. 

Steve wavers for a moment, but then Billy says "It's not like you were going to contribute, or even pay attention"

What the fuck! Steve pulls completely away and scowls. "Fuck you Hargrove"

Billy lifts an eyebrow. “Did I strike a nerve? It's not like you're known for your scholastic aptitude. I was just saying there's a better use of your time”

Steve ignores him, and buttons up his shirt.

"I really didn't mean anything by it." Billy says.

Steve just glares and shoves his way towards the door. Annoyingly the shoulder charge hurt him more than the wall of muscle previously blocking the exit.

"C'mon Harrington we didn't even get to third base" Billy jokes. 

Steve rolls his eyes, unimpressed with Billy's lame attempt to lighten the mood. Of course Billy refuses to give up. “You have a great grip, by the way.” 

"Wasn’t much to grip,” Steve shoots back. Billy grins. 

“Maybe you need another grip to remind yourself, pretty boy. I doubt you can wrap your whole hand around it.”

Steve stops with the door half open and turns to Billy. "You know, for a moment there, I almost forgot you were an asshole."

"Steve—"

"I don't want to hear it. This will never happen again" Steve says, then turns to leave. As he walks away however all he could think was "I really want it to happen again"

As he rounded the corner, Billy yells "This ain't finished Harrington.", and Steve shivers as his pulse spikes from excitement. Maybe I really am an idiot because there was no doubt it wasn't.

This was only meant to be a short thing but it got a little out of control lol The fic was inspired by someone post about a baseball au headcannon. I cannot for the life of me locate the post, if you know it please tell me and I will link.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #steve x billy #harringrove au #fan fiction #six sentence sunday #it got out of control #steve harrington x billy hargrove #harringrove headcanons #harringrove baseball au

[anotherspnfanfic]

Rainy Night

A/N: So I had a friend pick 2 random numbers and these were the prompts that matched those numbers. They’re bolded. Bit of angsty/fluffy with some comforting Dean.

Word count 1400 ish

[[MORE]]

She never could have possibly imagined this was how her night was going to go. She had gone to work that morning, just like every other day. Today, the clients had seemed a bit more rude and pushy than usual. She was ready to unwind with a glass of wine and a good movie with her fiancé.

She got off late and stopped to pick up some take-out, because she wasn’t in the mood to cook, and headed home.

She never expected to walk in on him with one of her friends. She was so shocked, she had simply turned around and left, slamming the door hard on the way out.

He had chased after her all the way to her car with pleading apologies and excuses. She hadn’t listened. Instead, she got in her car and started to drive.

She wasn’t sure where she was going. Just away from him, as far away as she could get.

About 45 minutes later, she felt one of her tires blow. She pulled over to the side and hit the steering wheel in frustration. She picked up her phone, “No service, great. Who would I call anyway?”

She had the spare pulled from the trunk and was about to jack up the car when it started to rain. She sighed, but continued changing the tire as quickly as possible.

She removed all the lugnuts and kicked the tire lightly expecting it to shift. It didn’t budge. She kicked it harder a few times, still nothing. She picked up the tire iron and hit the tire still to no avail.

She dropped the tire iron and a harsh sob racked her body as she sank to the ground. All of her emotions from the day hitting at once. After a few minutes, she looked up. Just as she began considering how far she could walk, a set of headlights came into view.

“Great. Top off my night with getting murdered and dumped out here in the middle of nowhere,” she mumbled to herself.

Despite her not moving to flag them down, the car slowed and pulled over to a stop behind her car.

She tried to wipe away her tears, suddenly glad the rain would likely cover that she had been crying.

She saw the door open and a foot step out. That was all she could make out past the still-lit headlights. She heard the door squeak as it closed, and then she saw a set of bow legs backlit as they approached.

“You alright, sweetheart?” His voice was deep and soothing, somehow removing some of her fear of the stranger.

She scoffed, “I’m super.”

“You need some help?”

“I was thinking of just camping out right here,” she said.

He disappeared to the trunk of his car and returned a moment later. “May I?” he asked, holding up a blanket. “You’re shaking.”

Just then realizing how cold she was, she nodded. He gently draped the thick wool blanket over her shoulders and immediately moved to look at the tire.

He kicked the tire and hit it with the tire iron, just as she had. He had no better luck than she had. He laid down and scooted partially under the car so he could hit the tire from the other side.

“Son of a bitch. That thing is really stuck,” he announced a moment later as he stood. “Can I give you a ride somewhere instead?”

She looked away, not wanting him to see the tears in her eyes, “I don’t even know where I’d go.”

“Well, you can't just sit there all night. How about you let me buy you a cup of coffee. You can warm up a little, at least,” he suggested, reaching out a hand to help her stand. “I’m Dean, by the way.”

She considered her options, quickly realizing she didn’t really have any. She slowly reached out and allowed him to help her up, introducing herself as she got to her feet. She was surprised when he opened the passenger side door before walking around to get behind the wheel.

They were quiet as he drove. Before long, he pulled into a little town and into a small diner’s parking lot.

“Where are we, anyway?” she asked as she followed him out of the car.

“You were only 10 miles up the road. How do you not know where you are?”

“You know when you drive somewhere but you don’t really remember the drive? I honestly don’t even know which way I turned when I hit the highway.” She avoided eye contact.

“North. That is, assuming you came from Seattle. We’re in Granite Falls.”

The waitress made her way over as soon as they sat down, “Evening, guys, what can I get ya?”

“Two cups of coffee,” Dean requested, and then turned. “You want pie?”

She hesitated momentarily. “Sure.”

“And two slices of pie,” he finished the order.

“Thanks,” she said.

After the coffee and pie were on the table, he spoke up, “Can I ask you about that ring? Seeing as it seems a bit like you’re running from something.”

She looked at the ring on her finger. She pulled it off and dropped it on the table. “Fucking cheating bastard,” she fumed before she could stop herself. “He knows when I get home. And they were in our bed. It’s like he wanted to get caught. And her! I thought she was supposed to be my friend.”

“Damn, sorry I asked.”

“How much do you think I could get for that thing? I don’t have that much stuff. I could just sell it and buy new stuff.”

Dean picked up the ring and looked at it carefully. “I hate to add to your night, but the diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

Her jaw dropped. “That dick. Wait, how do you know that?”

He chuckled, “That is a long story. But it is definitely fake.”

She shifted her gaze towards the table as she felt more tears welling up.

“Look at it this way, at least you found out before you tied the knot,” said Dean. “Finish your pie. No asshat is worth wasting pie.”

She laughed for the first time that night.

“There’s a smile. You’re pretty when you smile.” He reached over to gently wipe a stray tear from her cheek.

She finished the pie and they had refills of their coffees. Then she pulled her phone out. She was surprised to find only one missed call.

“Thanks again. I’ll just call a cab or something, get my car towed in the morning.”

“Where are you gonna go?”

She shrugged.

“You look exhausted. There’s a motel right down the road. Let me drive you over there so you can get some rest.”

She couldn’t resist raising an eyebrow at him.

“That wasn’t a line. I meant a room by yourself… unless you wanted it to be a line,” he said with a cocky smirk.

She took a moment to finally, fully, take him in. He was gorgeous: bright-green eyes, chiseled jaw, perfect lips, and so many freckles she couldn’t begin to try to count. “Tempting… very, very tempting, but probably not a good idea.”

He pulled up to the motel office and parked. He watched as she hesitated opening the door. She stopped and turned to face him.

“Um, this is stupid. You just met me, and I’ve intruded in your night enough already, but, do you, maybe, want to watch some crappy on-demand movie with me?” she asked, shyly. “I’m exhausted, and I should sleep. But my mind isn’t going to shut off that easy… and I kinda don’t want to be alone in my head.”

“Yeah, sure, movie it is,” he agreed. She turned to get out of the car finally before he grabbed her wrist to stop her. “My brother and I actually already have a room, if you wanted to just watch it there.”

She knew, logically, she shouldn’t be so comfortable agreeing to such a thing. She wasn’t sure why, but she trusted him more than she had anyone else in years. “Yeah, that works. Thank you.”

He smiled, “You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart. I’m just glad to help however I can.”

Tags: @deanwasscaredbyacat @babypieandwhiskey @muchamusedaboutnothing

#dean x reader #supernatural #spn fanfic #dean x ofc #sam is mentioned

[jinxthequeergirl]

One of the hero's

Peter Parker x stark! Reader

Summary: you've always wanted to be included in the part of your dads life that he never let you into.But once you finally get to things go south.

Warning: nope? Death....?

I just wanted to take a break from writing Remus for a sec.

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It was no lie you where your parents pride and joy. You had your moms looks and attitude. And the rest was all your dad.

You would spend hours in his work shop with him and building things yourself. And when you where old enough to fully understand what Tony did outside of taking care of you. You wanted in.

When you where ten you asked him to build you and iorn suite. He said no.

When you where thirteen you asked any one of the avengers to teach you something. They said no.

Then you meet Peter.

"What do you think?" you showed Peter your costume designe excitedly. He beamed at it.

"This could work! The way you have it sketched out has it so it's light enough to not way you down and are these pressure sensor gloves!?" he said matching your excitment.

Peter Parker was the only superhero your age. And the only one willing to help you.

"They are isn't that cool!? And I have a web designe too!" you flipped through your sketch book excitedly. And Peter eagerly looked over your shoulder.

~

You knew you shouldn't have been there you should have let Peter go and cover things back on earth stay safely with pepper that was the best option now looking back on it.

But instead you insisted on following Peter onto the big dougnut of doom.

"Hey rookie are you even paying attention?" you jumped at the voice of your father.

He didn't know it was you he thought you where back on the school bus.

~

"What do you think!?" your mask unfolded around your head turning to a simple pair of head phones. You spun around and looking at your new spider suite in the mirror. The suite was just like his but red and black and slimmer. Peter looked at you in awe behind you.

"You...you look...wow."

You smiled giddily. "Oh and check this out!"

You sat next to him on your bed excitedly sticking out your hand in the same way he does. Your middle and ring finger touched the heel of your hand lighting it up and shooting a vibrant red web from it.

"Wha..."

"Cool right!? I've downloaded and built in like thirty different web types!" you showed him the braclets around your wrist. "They are all stored here all I have to do is think about what webbing I want to change too and vwala!"

"How?"

You tapped the headphones that now sat around your neck. "I took your advice!" He smiled.

"Thank you so much for helping me peter!"

"Anything for you."

"And you can't tell my dad ok!? This is between us."

"So like we are own little superhero team?"

"Exactly!"

~

"Yea...yea I'm listening.." Peter grabbed your hand gaining your attention. "Are you ok?"

You squeezed his hand nervously. "Yea I...I'm...fine.."

He pulled you close to him and wrapped an arm around you. "We're going to ok... we'll be fine...and We are going to get home safe...I promise you ok?"

You hugged him back. "Ok..."

"Does your friend do that offten?" you and Peter looked up at strange.

"Strange!? You alright?"

~

You and Peter where the best team in all of Queens.

Spider-Man

And the Red spider.

You would hear your dad talk about the red-spider and how he was impressed by them and how he would like to meet them.

You would smile at yourself knowing that he was impressed with you.

~

You shot a web at Thanos and swung around him a few times before his arms where stuck to his torso. Peter worked at his ankles quickly and you swung and kicked the back of his knees knocking him down.

"Good work! Mantas!" you smiled and flipped over to Peter while mantas hopped onto Thanks shoulders and struggled to get him under.

"He's under but hurry!"

"Peter! Spider-brat! Come help me get this thing off!"

You both ran over to Tony and tried to pull the gauntlet off of his hand. You and Peter both had two webs stuck to it and where pulling with all your might.

"Quill what are you doing!?"

You looked over at the man worriedly as he started yelling at Thanos.

"Quill stop!" Tony let go and went to stop him and the gauntlet sloly started slipping off.

"It's coming off. Mr.stark!"

But it was too late quill snapped Thanos out of mantais hold. He broke free of both your webs and swung you and Peter off the gauntlet just as it was off his finger tips.

"(y/n)!" Peter caught you in his web and pulled you into his arms. "I got ya." as you both hit the ground rolling.his spider legs pierced the ground and he held you safely in his arms.

~

"Dad what if i told you i was red spider?"

You looked up at him stopping him from talking about Peter never telling him about your identity.

He stopped and looked at you.

"I would really hope not because I don't want you in danger what am I supposed to do when you go out to save people and you dont come home because something happened to you? What would pepper do?"

You sat there with your head down.

"So why have Peter do it? Because he's not your son-"

"No because it was his choice to do it he went out on his own. I couldn't stop him and believe me if I could I would."

~

"You ok?"

"Yea..." Thanos was angry and causing destruction behind them.

"Pete!" you both sprung to action going to help everyone. You spotted thanos about to attack Tony.

"Dad!" you shot him with your web and yanked him out of the way switch places with him in doing so and was stabbed.

"(y/n)!"

Tony looked up at the mention of your name. "(y/n)?"

"You didn't know?" thanks asked. He lifted you up by the neck And yanked your helmet off. And crushing it in his fist.

"No one else here would be willing enough to sacrifice there own life for yours"

"Put her down!" thanos did so by throwing you over to Tony.

"(Y/n) baby?..."

"Daddy...I'm sorry...sorry I didn't tell you." he held you in his arms. "Hey shh you'll be fine...everything is going to be fine."

"Thanos! Spare her life and I'll give you the time stone."

"No! Strange!" you coughed up blood as you yelled at him. "Don't!"

"No tricks?" strange looked at Tonys sad and fearfull expression. And turned back to thanos offering the green stone.

He smirked taking it and placing it in the gauntlet before disapeering.

You suddenly gasped and breathed havily feeling no more pain. Peter ran over and put webbing over your wound before your dad scooped you up in a hug. "I'm just glad your ok..."

"Did we lose?" you wrapped an arm around Peters shoulder as he helped lift you up.

"Where in the endgame now..." strange replied. You sighed and rested your head on Peter.

Everyone sat scilently almost as they helped each other or checked them over. "Somethings wrong..."

Maintis said worriedly. Peter had set you down to rest up against a rock when you noticed her and drax slowly turn to ash.

"Oh man..." next was quill. Then strange from beside you.

"Peter!?" You quickly got up and ran over to him. And caught him in your arms. "Peter no! Stay with me!"

"(y/n) I don't feel good..."

"Peter no please! You promise..."

"I'm sorry..." he kissed you quickly before fading away.

"No!"

Tony pulled you into a hug. "Hey it's ok..."

"Dad.." He looked at you and noticed how pale you had gotten and you held into him tighter.

"I-i don't wanna die daddy..." Tony looked at you and cried. "Not you too please..."

"Dad!...I'm So sorry...I...I should of...of stayed home and I just wanted...wanted to be like you!..." And before you knew it you slipped through his finger tips.

#marvel x reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader