#did i draw all of this just so i could make a two nickels joke?

[pocket-prosecutor]

I've wanted to introduce Cool New Lore in the Wereshifter Miles AU for....way too long. Idk I kinda lost focus in the g/t art department for while :^)

This sort of started with the thought process of "hmm it's kind of odd that Miles would be the only one with a sizeshifting condition..." And that made me think about how they wasted Athena & Miles interaction in Dual Destinies (aka the lack thereof).

Athena shrinks based on her emotions! She had very little control over it when she was a child. And she would shrink from hearing other people's emotions as well. Though sometimes she would shrink at will. Because it's fun.

She has a decent grip on it nowadays, but Turnabout Tomorrow was incredibly hard on her.

But she trusts Phoenix enough to let go now.

[whatever-color-of-the-rainbow]

RTC HEADCANONS GO ‼️‼️

OMG YES THANK YOU. I HAVE A LOT.

I think that Karnak lets everyone come back to life at the end for two reasons. One: let’s be real, putting them through all that just to bring them all back is such a Karnak thing to do. And two: THEY DESERVE IT GODDAMNIT

Noel’s favorite band is The Smiths

Mischa likes giving Ricky stickers to put on his cane or wheelchair

Ocean is aroace, but didn’t know she was aroace for a long time. She just thought she was “too mature” and “too focused on her schoolwork” to have crushes

Penny lets Noel borrow her dresses sometimes

Constance is extremely prone to infodumping (Penny could listen to her for hours though)

Ricky likes to “accidentally” run over Ocean’s toes with his wheelchair when she babies him

Mischa and Noel actually aren’t that bad at math; Mischa has a C and Noel has a B. Ocean just views anything below an A as “bad”.

Penny dressed up as Jane Doe for Halloween, and the rest of the choir found this hilarious

Taylor Swift is Ocean’s favorite singer and Penny’s celebrity crush

Constance has had a crush on everyone in the choir at some point (including Noel, but this was before he came out)

Ricky and Noel once tried to write a Monique/Bachelor Man crossover, but because their stories and writing styles were so different, it failed miserably. Now Ricky just draws pictures of Monique and the Bachelor Man kissing instead.

Ocean likes to wake up early, and Constance does not. So when they have sleepovers, Constance will often wake up and Ocean will have breakfast ready for her.

Ricky and Noel like to go on double dates with Constance and Penny

Noel and Ricky are both genderfluid. Noel is AMAB and Ricky is AFAB, and they’re both prone to dysphoria. If they had a nickel for every joke they made about switching bodies, Noel would have enough money to move to France and take the whole rest of the choir with him.

After the Cyclone thing, Mischa spends more evenings at Ricky’s place than his own

Prior to the Cyclone, Noel is extremely protective of Constance because of the way Ocean treats her

Mischa once overheard Noel talking about RuPaul’s Drag Race during choir. He thought it was an actual racing show and started watching it. It wasn’t what he expected, but it is now his favorite show. (This is technically semi-canon; in the high school edition, Mischa mentioned this.)

Penny and Noel are the definition of gay/lesbian solidarity

Penny and Constance like to go on picnic dates

Ocean and Noel are basically siblings. They actually do love each other and know each other better than anyone, but they live for getting on each other’s nerves, and Noel isn’t afraid to call Ocean out on her bullshit.

Ricky, Noel, Ocean: cat people

Mischa, Constance, Penny: dog people

They’re all autistic, I don’t make the rules

For Noel’s birthday, Ocean made him a bracelet that said his name with red and green beads (because Christmas). In return, Noel made Ocean a bracelet with her name and orange, yellow, white, blue, and teal beads (because beach colors; little did he know that those would become the aroace colors). They trade those bracelets every time they see each other.

Constance once made the mistake of having Mischa watch Up with her. He cried.

Ocean was Constance’s queer awakening in eighth grade. The crush lasted for about four months. ‘Twas a very awkward four months.

Mischa had a crush on a guy before meeting Talia, but didn’t realize it was a crush at the time because it was the mid 2000s and queerness wasn’t really talked about as much as it is today. When Ricky mentioned being bisexual, Mischa came to the conclusion that he was too.

Penny has what might be the greenest eyes that any of her friends have ever seen on a human

Constance is really good at styling hair, so Ocean and Penny always go to her when they want to have their hair look nice for a concert or contest

Ricky’s really good at doing people’s makeup

[ohitsmaaii]

And she’s back!

Hello Tumblr World!

Hope all has been well. Last night I was up until 3AM reading all my old tumblr posts. I am so glad that I made the decision to document my emotions, thoughts, feelings, life. I was a bit jealous at my past self - i wrote so well! I wanted to come back and start blogging again. I was literally up until 3AM also trying to get into this account. I was NOT going to make a new account and start all over. Too many good posts on this open. I need to introduce blogging to the new generation (well, my nieces). I think it will help them out a lot with sorting their thoughts and feelings; i know it has always helped me, such a great outlet.

It’s been so many years; how bout an update? Let’s get to it shall we?!

I’m 33 now (as i reach for my calculator to make sure the math is correct). One of my goals in many of my previous posts was to buy a house - yep, did it. Let me just say, overrated. Haha! I’m kidding, having a roof over my head and keeping it over my head is a blessing. There are definitely pros and cons; but i do love not having to worry about where I will lay my head at night. I also love wasting all my money on home decor, plants, and everything unnecessary thing i could want when i’m watching videos at 2am.

I’ve gone through about ten different in the past year - I wish i was joking! I went from Jewelry making, Felting, Crocheting, Bullet Journaling, Drawing (or tried to at least), Making stickers…. Hmm, i wonder how drew deals with me. lol. Oh yeahhhhh, Drew and I are still together. Excelling at life together. Probably going to start a zoo together soon. I love animals and he does a bad job at not being supportive. We currently are parents of Three Dogs - Nickel, an American Bully and two Yorkie, Mushu & Michi. One turtle named Spinach. A lot of gold fishes and 6 koi fishes.

It seems my posts are less inspiring now that I’m just an old lady. Hehe. Okay, I need to go get some work done now - I’m so excited to be back!!!

[cacoetheswriting]

fluff alphabet - spencer reid

A = Attractive (what do they find attractive about the other?)

It would be safe to say you’re strangerly attracted to his genius. Many people find it annoying, how he spits facts completely unwarranted, but not you. His vast knowledge of quite literally anything is what sparked your interest in the young doctor in the first place.

Spencer on the other hand is captivated by your smile. The kindness behind it; how truly genuine it always is. He especially likes when he is the reason that smile spreads across your face, from cheek to cheek, illuminating your perfect features.

B = Baby (do they want a family? why/why not?)

Definitely yes, and you know Spencer would make a great dad. He has a way with kids and it comes to him so naturally. Frankly you can’t wait for the day you get to tell him you’re expecting.

C = Cuddle (how do they cuddle?)

One arm wrapped securely around you, pulling you in as close to him as possible. Your head resting on his shoulder landing just below his chin. He smells your hair taking in the scent of your shampoo before placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. 

D = Dates (what are dates with them like?)

He likes to take you out to the movies where you share popcorn and a large soda. A lot of coffee dates where he enlightens you on books he read or reread and you fill him in on the latest pop culture gossip. Nothing too adventurous but never boring.

E = Everything (“you are my ____” (e.g my life, my world…))

“You’re my home.” Spencer whispered, his hands cupping your face. You blinked a couple of times registering what he just said but before you got a chance to respond he continued. “When I’m with you, I feel so comfortable and at peace. I can truly be myself around you, no judgement or scrutiny.” He took a soft breath. “When I’m with you I feel at home and that doesn't make much sense to me but you’ve told me before that not everything has to make sense. Especially when it comes to love.”

F = Feelings (when did they know they were falling in love?)

One evening at a bar with your friends you repeated a fact to the group that Spencer had told you earlier in the week. It caught him off guard because no-one really listens to the rambles that come out of his mouth. Yet here you were, the biggest smile on your face as you reiterated: “chewing gum boosts concentration.”. You glanced at the young doctor from across the table. His eyes lit up as they locked with yours. That’s when he knew. 

G = Gentle (are they gentle? If so, how?)

Spencer is one of the gentlest souls you have ever met. He has an incredibly pure and kind heart. He always puts you first and would never dare to do anything that could hurt you. Your happiness is his priority and even though he’s not the most physical person he always does everything in his power to make you see how loved you are. 

H = Hand/Hold (how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?)

For many reasons he isn't the biggest fan of public displays of affection. But when he does hold your hand, he traces down your fingers gently with his own before intertwining them. He’d then lift your hand to his lips and place a soft kiss on your knuckle.

I = Impression (first impression/s)

At first Spencer found you quite hard to read. He’s usually not good at social cues or interactions therefore it took him longer than the rest of the team to really get to know you. 

You on the other hand were instantly mesmerised by the young doctor. The wealth of knowledge he possessed was captivating and in a way inspiring.

J = Joker (are they into pulling pranks?)

Definitely; Spencer loves a good practical joke. He also has quite a good sense of humour. Not everyone always understands his jokes but they never fail to make you giggle.

K = Kisses (how do they kiss?)

When Spencer kisses you he does so with all his might. Unlike his usual gentle demeanour, when he kisses you it’s always with immense passion. He cups your face with his hands and pulls you in as close as humanly possible. 

L = Love (who says I love you first?)

You do - however completely by accident. “Did you know nutmeg can be fatally poisonous?” Spencer asked as the barista handed you a brown paper bag with a pumpkin dessert bar inside. “A little dash of nutmeg in a pumpkin pie or on your eggnog gives it extra flavour Spencer.” You noted flashing him a smile. “Too much nutmeg, however, can be toxic. Two to three teaspoons of raw nutmeg can induce hallucinations, convulsions, pain, nausea, and paranoia that can last for several days.” He stated. You couldn't help but laugh. “I love you Spencer but I’m not going to die because of a sweet indulgence.” It took you a second to register what you just said. Your free hand travelled to your mouth covering it with a soft gasp. “Shit Spencer, I didn-” “You love me?” He interrupted. All you could do was nod in response. 

M = Memory (their favourite moment together)

After a particularly hard case Spencer drives you home, like he has done so many times before. He walks you to the door of your apartment and waits until you are safely inside. He places a soft kiss on your forehead and says goodnight - which is when you ask him to come inside, stay the night. Rather than going to sleep however you stay up baking what turned out to be the worst brownies either of you have ever tasted. 

N = Nickel (do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?)

Spencer is not an overly material person. He prefers to shower you with words of affirmation and subtle compliments. Although when he does give you a gift it is always extremely thoughtful and definitely something that means a lot to the two of you.

O = Orange (what colour reminds them of their other half?)

If he had to associate a colour with you it would be yellow. Yellow - the colour of optimism. The colour of sunshine and enthusiasm. It stimulates the left side of the brain, helping with clear thinking and quick decision making. 

P = Pet names (what pet names do they use?)

He shortened your name. It was unintentional when it first happened but you liked the way it sounded so it stuck. You on the other hand, if you’re not using his first name, usually call him ‘honey’ or ‘sugar’ which he used to hate. If you’re feeling giddy you’ll call him by the original nickname you came up before you were dating: ‘suspence’.

Q = Questions (what are the questions they’re always asking?)

“Are you okay?” - you are his priority therefore he likes to make sure nothing is ever wrong. “Do you need anything?” “How are you feeling?” 

R = Rainy Day (what do they like to do on a rainy day?)

When the weather outside is far from ideal and the two of you are not out working a case, Spencer likes to curl up on the couch with you. He’ll put on an old back and white movie as you provide the drinks.  

S = Sad (how do they cheer themselves/each other up)

If he’s feeling sad you find yourself reaching for a random book on his shelf and reading the first few chapters aloud. His head rests in your lap, eyes closed, as he listens to the sweet sound of your voice. 

If you’re feeling down, Spencer will draw you a bath. He’ll light a couple of candles and dot them around the bathroom. He’ll play relaxing music through the speaker of his phone as the two of you enjoy the warm water together. 

T = Talking (what do they love to talk about?)

The short answer, everything. You never run out of topics to discuss and the conversation flow is always pleasantly smooth. 

U = Unencumbered (what helps them relax?)

Quite simply you. No-one knows Spencer the way you do and even though the two of you haven't been together for very long you know exactly what to say or do to calm him down.

V = Vaunt (what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Spencer is modest which is one of the things you admire about him. The one thing he truly shows off is his knowledge of pretty much everything - even if he does it unintentionally. 

W = Wedding (when, how, where do they propose?)

“Almost fifty percent of all marriages in the United States end in divorce or separation.” Spencer said turning off the documentary you just finished watching. “Researchers estimate that forty-one percent of all first marriages end in divorce.” He continued. “Well, lets hope when we get married we’ll be in the lucky fifty-nine percent that lasts.” You teased, a small smile circling your lips.

X = Xylophone (what’s their song?)

Let’s Groove by Earth, Wind & Fire. The song was queued by Penelope at one of Rossi’s famous get togethers - before you and Spencer were dating. She swayed and twirled, soon joined by Morgan, as the rest of the group watched and laughed. You glanced at the young doctor and before he got a chance to protest you dragged him into the middle of the room to dance. 

Y = You’re the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

“You’re the Holmes to my Watson.” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why am I not Watson?” “Because you’re not that kind of doctor.” You nudged Spencer playfully. He couldn't help but laugh under his breath. “That is a terrible analogy.” “Terrible or not, it’s true.” 

Z = Zebra (if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?)

He wouldn't want a pet for now. The job is too demanding, he’s away for long periods of time and there'd be no-one to take care of it. Perhaps in the future, when you’re married and have kids. Perhaps. 

-

[tedturneriscrazy]

🎶Knock, Knock, Knockin' On Hooty's Door🎵

I wonder if anything will happen in this episode.🙂

(I say as if I didn't watch the episode twice before going to bed and writing this post)

I don't think I'll ever not be amused by the way Hooty just...does things with his face

Seems like he found a thesaurus at some point

Okay so it's canonically spelled "Hootsifer," good to know

Also, this is really all we get of Lilith, huh?

His little hoot/coo at Lilith's letter❤❤❤

To borrow a meme format: If I had a nickel for every time Alex Hirsch was involved in a show where one of the characters was experiencing pubescent voice cracks, I'd have two nickels, which isn't very much but it's weird that it happened twice

Eda's face🤣

As much as this bit is played for laughs, Eda's clearly still shaken by what happened last episode

Jeez, Luz, priorities /j

Pictured: Hooty

The way King talks about being pelleted implies this is something Hooty does on the regular

Hooty's plan to help King is literally a Buzzfeed quiz? Okay then

Betcha never expected lore from Hooty, eh?

"DO NOT INTERRUPT"

Officially a "type of worm"

The dance being a grievous insult wasn't exactly from nowhere, but still funny nonetheless

WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THE FUCKING COCCOON

Tiny Nose playing Switch definitely seems to be drawing from Dana's real life experiences

Wait, Hooty and Tiny Nose are friends?

Well shit, turns out she could use magic this whole time. Guess her going Super Saiyan wasn't just the power glyph.

I am extremely skeptical of your medical credentials, TN

I have so many questions about the methodology they used for the blood test(s)

I think Hooty may have misinterpreted what King was looking for

I'm still amazed at how King has had, and continues to have, moments in the show with some of the greatest emotional weight

Ooh, sound powers!

"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A CRUMBLE!!!"

It just occurred to me that that segment consisted mostly of Alex Hirsch talking to himself

Hello not-at-all obvious setup

Today I learned that Hooty is the baker of the house. Maybe he'd critique Amity's fairy pie.

Aaaaand there's the sleep inducing

Oh shit

In hindsight the Owl Beast being part of a dream sequence is rather obvious

Wow, Eda, tell us how you really feel about the Owl Beast

Oh we're just gonna ride aboard the Trauma Express today, huh?

Oh, I guess Lilith did make an appearance, after all

Damn, Gwen, not even looking

Oh shit dad issues

Sandy Cohen?! (To anyone who gets that reference, hi. How are your 30s treating you?)

Well, I know who Peter Gallagher voices now, anyway

Oh dear...

(Also, bright flashing lights triggering the curse? There's an epilepsy allegory in here somwhere)

Blood and eye injury? Gotta stretch that Y7 rating

Now we have some context for that look on Eda's face when Lilith mentioned their dad: good old fashioned guilt!

I desparately want to make a "Dude, you're getting a Dell!" joke, but I'm better than that

New memory! Raine!

Oh no...

I get the feeling I'll hate this part, too

They were exes!😢 Guess the fandom called that one

The reasoning for them being exes is understandable, all too real, and goddamn heartbreaking

That said, the fact they never stopped loving each other🥺😢😭

I do hope we can see Raine again under less...traumatic circumstances. Maybe that wedding that was mentioned?

Oh shit, are we getting into the Owl Beast's memories?!?! What a tweest!

Bet nobody expected Cloaked Moonface to show up in the frickin Hooty episode

(Also, holy shit I briefly forgot this was the Hooty episode)

Who is this mysterious cloaked figure? And why are they so tall and long?

So the curse was a sealed beast this whole time. Damn.

And it was just picked up as beach junk to sell as a trinket. So much for it being connected to Belos. (Not that people will stop trying to do so)

Who had "experiencing sympathy for the Owl Beast" on their Bingo cards for this episode? Yeah, me neither.

And here we have the necessary Eda coming to terms with her curse segment. More accurately, Eda and the curse coming to terms with each other.

Goddamnit why does it have to be cute

"It's like sandpaper" IT'S LIKE A CAT I FUCKING CAN'T

Insert Steamed Hams reference here to kill the mood

New transformation!

Oh no she's hot!

No, Hooty, you made it surprisingly much, much better!

She might have a problem pushing people away and holding onto guilt, but Eda always knows that she looks damn good

Oh right, Luz having girl problems. Fuck, so much is happening in this episode!

"Cotton-candy-haired Goddess" LUZ! 🤣

Attuned to other people's emotions = being a fucking creeper

Oh Luz, what happened to you back home?

Also, 99.999% certain Amity would love your cheesiness

That's...rather morbid, Hooty

So much lore development, including the fact the Owl House has a basement

Classic inanimate object silhouette fakeout gag. Subversion in 3...2...1...

There it is!

I can't imagine being pelleted is a fun experience.

Honestly I have so many questions about how Hooty got Amity there in the first place, but I'm not so sure I actually want to know the answers to any of them...

Cue much panicking

Wow, I'm really getting some Into the Bunker flashbacks

Oh this is gonna be amazing isn't it

I commend Luz for not actually dropping dead of embarrassment

Seriously, how can Hooty set all this up so fast yet not hold a pen?!?!?!

Poor Luz, she thinks this is destroying her chances

Meanwhile Amity is just "Oh, Titan, is this actually happening?!"

The way she's fixing her hair!❤

Goddamnit Luz let this play out, she's so clearly into this!

"Again?!" Okay who do I have to kill?

Luz is luzing it

Nooooooo....

JUST TALK FOR FUCK'S SAKE (aka how like 95% of issues in literally any plot could be solved)

Noooo Amity's so heartbroken right now💔

This isn't what either of them wanted!

To be fair, Hooty, Luz had a part in this too. Not that she can be blamed entirely. Poor thing clearly had some awful experiences back home...

Now Hooty is McFucking losing it

Why did I think he was gonna say "Looks like I'm gonna have to JUMP!" I think I've watched too much Homestar Runner (jk there's no such thing)

Those pulsating organs are still gross

Eda swooping in to save her son (No, really, he actually is now)

I'll say things get weird when Hooty gets upset!

Yes, King! Save them with your voice powers!

Damn that is some romantic lighting, and Luz is enjoying the eye candy (cotton candy, if you will)

Luz's reaction to Harpy!Eda is the family-friendly summation of how the fandom has reacted.

Hooty really just tearing up the landscape in remorse

Mother-daughter moment about love life!

I appreciate not just Eda's encouragement but her actually asking Luz what she wanted

God, Eda is best mom

Also, OH FUCK IS THIS HAPPENING?!

OH SHIT

THESE ADORABLY AWKWARD NERDS❤💜💙

"I'm not as cool as you think" could be interpreted as self-deprecating, but here it seems...oddly reassuring?

The way Luz eloquently says how she wants Amity in her future...beautiful❤

Luz making some good faces

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

YOU CUTE DORKS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

THERE IT IS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

LOOK HOW HAPPY SHE IS

WE WERE LOSING OUR SHIT OVER A PECK ON THE CHEEK THREE WEEKS AGO AND NOW LOOK WHERE WE ARE HOLY FUCK

Awkwardness is still there, but that's to be expected

BET Y'ALL DIDN'T EXPECT THAT TRAILER SHOT TO BE IN THE HOOTY EPISODE HUH

THE WAY LUZ RUBS AMITY'S HAND😭😭😭😭😭

(And yeah, it's gonna still be scary, but only because it promises to be so wonderful)

Let's give it up for Hootsifer, goddamn!

Let'a also appreciate just how fucking funny it is that Lumity becomes official in the Hooty episode

Fus ro WEH!

Hooty actually saying "Luz's new GF" out loud...

In just about any other show the love interests getting together would be a climax/culmination of the entire plot. Here? It's actually used to advance the plot, and that is brilliant!

Dana Terrace and the crew really just knocking it out of the park again and again, huh

"They're adorable, and deserve all the happiness!" Well said, Hootsifer. Well said.

Probably for the best they had Hooty promise that. As much as what happened/progressed, there was a lot of property damage.

OH SHIT ONCE AGAIN

King's dad/relative! And he's voiced by Kevin Michael Richardson!

GODDAMNIT HOOTY

Wow. Just...wow. This episode.

King has voice powers! Harpy!Eda! Lumity are girlfriends for real!!!!

How do you pack so much into a single episode?! And so expertly?!

I had my suspicions before, but this confirms it: The Owl House is the greatest show of all time.

And we have two episodes left until the hiatus! And 11 episodes in the season after that! What are we in for?!?!?!

I, for one, can't wait to find out!

[k0kichiimagines]

saeyoung !! happy birthday!! my love as well!! alsomykin!! sorry this is late (its past midnight here)

- mod kokichi

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

your humour, your bravery! physically - your eyes and cheeks

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

he does! he has a call where he wonders if he can actually have his dream of a family :) equally he's more then happy with just you, saeran and vanderwood. he would want time to strengthen his relationship with saeran especially, but after a few years...if you want. i feel like he also would only want a few, and a few years apart. he would want to give them his attention fully,, equally if you have twins he'd be overjoyed too.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

clings to you! he likes any position (aha), but expect a lot of protective ones, especially while he's in / just left the agency

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

eventful LMAO

honestly, it depends, he'll take you star gazing and to the movies, and theme parks

but also driving at 2am, and making robots, the list is endless and half the time spontaneous

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

"you are my world, my dreams, my future"

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

over the chatroom, and he felt awful and selfish, he led you one despite feeling like he could never actually date you

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

very gentle!! he'd feel awful if he ever hurt you,, the whole 'im dangerous' would come back

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

he likes to have your hands near each other, little fingers linked, or fully hand holding, he'll do the 'bring hand to lips to kiss' thing a lot

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

someone cute and who clicked instantly with him!

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

yes.

he'll hug you from behind in front of them he has no shame, resting his head on your shoulder / head and glare at them

might even try kiss your neck too

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

i think the first kiss was more a 'both sides drawing in',, his kisses are unpredictable, sometimes soft, sometimes teasing, sometimes 'misses' just next to your lips,, but always gentle

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

you kinda say it when saeran grabs you, but in terms of sitting down and etc its him ,, and it feels like a weight of his chest, pure euphoria filling him when you say it back

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

any moments where he felt pure joy,, which happens a lot round you, wether its falling asleep or chasing each other, or running from either of the other two roommates, you're his joy

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

not buying so much, but he makes you a lot of stuff :) some of it is jokes, some of it actually really useful

he does buy you some stuff though !

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

blues! your favourite colours!

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

"606, my love, my baby, my star," a lot of overdone cheesy joke ones

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

probably old technology, stars,

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

complains, sulks, pouts, he likes going out once he's free but he doesn't actually hate the rain that much. he'll try cooking, and you'll need to help or the kitchen will be a mess of flames (he is a good cook, he just 'experiments' a lot)

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

bottles everything up, admits he's kinda sad in jokes, you'll need to confront him and be insistent to get anything out of him

he'll drop his jokes when you're upset, trying his best to be a shoulder to lean on and support for you.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

look hes a nerd (lovingly) he'll talk about maths, robots, hacking and cars, but equally games and shows and whatever you're into!

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

he likes making things !! if you read to him, or just talked about something he'd like that - might even fall asleep! not because hes bored, he just finds your voice soothing

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

his babes (the cars. and you/lh) but honestly all his gloating is jokes, he's pretty insecure

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

like saeran, he wants to make sure you want to as well! he'd do it under the stars, with a camera somewhere recording, music playing

he's a romantic at heart

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

,,,,Line Without A Hook- sorry its for everyone i know

i cant think of any love songs :(

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

you guys had matching rings and bracelets which im still sobbing over,, plus the normal ending,, and the the fact saeyoung is catholic i feel like the answer is yes.

plus...marriage at the space station :)

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

cats!! we all know the man loves them to death

[neonponders]

👀 👀 👀 👀  Oh jesus oh lord. Deeper Than Skin is finished so I’ll enable another wip.

@ghostofjellyfishforgotten I hope you don’t mind me using your tags on this vampire!Billy / blood donor!Steve post as inspiration! Your brain is just too big for me not to pass up an opportunity to write vampire shenanigans.

Read on ao3 ~

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Steve didn’t judge people who worked as donors—

Fine, as an adult with a better awareness and compassion, Steve didn’t judge donors. He might’ve said some shitty things to Jonathan Byers when he worked to make his family extra money.

Honestly? Steve admired that. Jonathan being underage and having the guts to figure out how to get into the donation clinic, and then to let…

Steve knew he was a coward in a lot of ways. He knew it when he called Jonathan a queer who enjoyed leeches sucking on him. He knew it when he lost to the punches Byers threw. For a skinny, half empty blood bag, the guy could really hit. And Steve knew it when he almost ran away from Nancy and Jonathan fighting off the rogue vampire who kidnapped little Will Byers.

But Steve didn’t run away.

Just like he didn’t run away from the couch he sat on with his mother while his father explained…a situation that left Steve digging deeper and deeper into the gap between fear and bravery. Maybe call it disassociation. Or confused shock.

“You what?”

Harrington senior never took well to being interrupted. But he sighed from across the coffee table and reiterated, “The family is in debt.”

“No. You. You’re in debt. This is your problem.”

The man certainly didn’t take well to having his own mistakes shoved under his nose. “This isn’t for debate. This is the way things are and need to be.”

“No,” Steve repeated like a broken record clinging onto its song. “This is your fault. Who’s made me work minimum wage jobs to teach me a lesson? Who’s refused to pay for me to go to community college? Who hasn’t let me work in their company? And who made the shitty gambles with your company’s stocks? You shoved me out, so it’s definitely not my problem—”

“The contract has already been signed.”

Now his mother shifted her posture on the couch beside him. “Excuse me?”

Steve’s father moved his blunt nails over the armrest of his wingback, fidgeting. At least something put fear into the old bastard’s heart.

“There’s nothing I could do. The market has been evolving ever since vampires gained their rights and opened up their decades and centuries old bonds—”

“Vampire legislation passed over a century ago,” Mrs. Harrington purred. Sometimes the worst anger was the quiet kind. “You have no excuse. You lost the game, and you sold our son. Is that what we’re to believe?”

“That’s not possible,” Steve intercepted. “Slavery isn’t a thing anymore. Even I picked that up in history. And I would have to be there to sign the contract! It’s my—”

“Steve,” his father silenced. “When enough money is involved, anything is bought. And you’re not like anyone else.”

Mrs. Harrington fumed, “Do not talk to him like he’s a prize pony!”

“Except to a wealthy vampire, he is.”

Steve could only sit in weighted silence for a moment. He always joked to himself that he’d be disowned one of these days. For being a disappointment. For all of his bad grades. For giving his friends alcohol and cigarettes. For only being able to get jobs that required no qualifications or experience level at all. For discovering he liked kissing boys at the grimy music venues Robin took him to. Maybe living at home for too long. Or leaving the smell of burnt pancakes in the air too often because he always struggled with the first one—

“Vampire?” he croaked. For some reason it hadn’t dawned to him until now but…shit.

Holy shit.

Steve wasn’t being sold off to be some billionaire’s secretary for life. He was being…truly sold. Like…goodbye, Steve, who likes spring nights and summer mornings. His favorite food is breakfast and he wishes he kept with the music lessons his mom paid for instead of being peer pressured into sports. Whose best friend was Robin Buckley because she was brave and funny and stuck with him during his ironic and a little bit terrifying queer awakening…

Hello, Donor 0235. Blood type O. Allergic to nickel and checks off all vaccination requirements.

“Steve’s not wrong,” his mother echoed like a voice deep in a cave, drawing Steve out of his thoughts. “He is the one to sign the contract. Not you.”

“He is still classified as our dependent and on our insurance,” his father refused.

“So being an adult means nothing in this country?”

“They have our family records, Annette!” he exclaimed. “There is a dual government in this country even if nobody below upper-middle class sees it. The human government had to cede a great deal because the vampire population is massive. And they’ve kept track of all the Sanguis families! Name changes, and two World Wars did nothing to save us—”

“The what?” Steve all but whispered.

His mother rotated her hips to face him. “We only have legends about how it happened. Paleolithic gods making deals, vampires crossbreeding humans to make a certain kind of blood donor, human evolution after symbiotic deals were struck—but that doesn’t matter. The point is that there are people in this world with abilities that preserve themselves against vampires. That’s why you healed in less than two days after that silly fight by the movie theatre.”

His father intercepted, “The genes skipped your mother but fell to you.”

Steve’s eyes widened as his mother confirmed, “To protect us, girls have been promoted in the family tree for generations. Through marriage, their names could change, and make them harder to track.”

Steve countered toward his father, “So this really isn’t your place to sign my life away. Like five times over.”

“I quite agree,” his mother turned back to the man she’d married. The man who was supposed to protect her and her children with his name and promising, growing business.

At least Steve wasn’t the only failure in the family.

His father massaged his forehead and defended, “As I said. Humans’ government is far easier to corrupt our way into forgiving any debt. The vampires, however, are inconsolable. The bastard would have my business, the cars, our house, and taken his time discovering Steve on his own if I hadn’t—”

Steve took after his father, but he was his mother’s son as they both stood up from the couch, furious that this man had thrown his own kid under a vampire’s bus—

“Get out of the house, Steve.”

His head whipped around at her. “I-What?”

“Get out of the house,” she seethed, but not at him. “I don’t care where or what you do. Go.”

Steve didn’t need to be told twice but he hadn’t managed to grab his car keys or his shoes before the house and his ribcage trembled with his parents’ arguing. He went in his socks outside and put the shoes on in his car.

Then…he didn’t know where to go. Running the hell away seemed like the obvious solution, but if vampires really had such a network, what was the point? And if he left, what would happen to his mom?

Steve drove on autopilot to the video rental store. Robin. All he had was Robin, who took the lollipop out of her mouth when the bell on the door twittered. “Hey, dingus, it’s your day off—Steve?”

He couldn’t really remember driving. That probably should have raised more red flags than he already had, but for now, the black and neon carpeting of the Family Video was blurring and swirling…

“I’m gonna throw up,” he heard himself say.

And Robin in that distant, echoing cave his mother had spoken from, “Outside! STEVE!”

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Tony Stark Fluff ABC’s (Male Reader)

Tony Stark x Male Reader ...

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?) - Tony has TWO things he likes. Your looks and your brains. He loves a man that is smart while also being eye candy. Which is exactly what he thinks of you.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?) - Tony doesn’t want a family. At least that’s what he says before he gets his husband, Peter, Harley, etc. Now no one can touch his family otherwise someone is going to get hurt.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?) - Tony cuddles like a koala. He snuggles his entire body into you, his face pushed into your chest. “Mmm, warm and comfy.”

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?) -  Go big or go home. Tony is going to spoil you with so many big and fancy dates. Only the best for you! However sometimes he does like to give you the nice simple dates with food he made terribly with candles.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)) - “You are my entire universe. I don’t know how I could do anything without you.”

“Because you’re you Tony. You can do so much.”

 F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?) - Tony knew he was in love the moment he walked off the plane after his whole ordeal and saw you waiting for him, face full of worry. He thought of you lots during his time in the cave but it wasn’t until right there he realized it. He loved you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?) - Tony surprisingly is very gentle. While people see him on tv and newspapers, they may think he’s rather cold and distant. Or they see him as just a playboy, but with you....he’s a whole other person. He’s so soft and makes sure you’re always alright, which is ironic coming from him.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?) - I see Tony as liking holding hands, but I can see him holding his pinky with yours. It might have started out as a joke but then he realized he loved it a lot so it stuck around that made him comfortable.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?) - He saw you at the party of course. You had attended with some of your friends. He thought you were one of the most gorgeous men he had even laid his eyes on. He of course was trying to get you in bed for a one night stand but after you turned him down, he couldn’t help but wonder…why did it hurt that you turned him down? He decided he was going to not keep trying to get you in bed to find out...he was going to take you on a date.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?) - Oh you just KNOW Tony is a jealous man. It’s not that he thinks you’re his, but when it comes to other men flirting with you...that’s when you’re his. Especially when he sees Austin Hammer starting to flirt with you, Tony immediately slides in and wraps his arms around you before kissing your cheek. “Ah hammer I see you’ve met my boyfriend. Where’s yours at? Still ignoring your calls I’m guessing?” Tony said with a smile.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?) - Tony can go back and forth. He’s either kissing with fiery passion like how he would during his parties or with so much love and tender like if he let go he’d lose you forever. It was for sure Tony who initiated the first kiss.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?) -  Not Tony. Tony was not a person that could deal with personal feelings. Sure maybe he KNOWS he loves you but for some reason he just couldn’t get himself to actually yell you. That meant it was up to you to say it for and when you did Tony was quick to say it back, almost like he needed confirmation that you loved him too.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?) - Tony’s favorite memory would probably be his first date with you. The way you smiled at the food that was delivered to you. The way you laughed at some of his jokes he considered stupid. How at the end of the night when he asked you for another date and you said yes with your signature smile. THAT was his favorite memory that he keeps with him.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?) - Yes. Tony thinks money is no object when it comes to you. Remember that giant bunny? Yeah imagine gifts like that and even fancier gifts. Sometimes you have to remind him that you don’t need all of the gifts...then he buys you double that.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?) - Tony thinks of you when he sees the color Navy Blue. It was the color of the lighting in the room where he first saw you, and it reminds him of that night every time.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?) - He calls you: Dearest, Lover, Future Mr.Stark, Mr.Stark, light of my life, etc. He keeps coming up with them too.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?) - Tony? Being Quaint? It’s hard to imagine but it does happen! Tony rather loves when you read to him when he’s laying down using your lap as a pillow.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?) - Like you had to ask. He’s in his lab working on things, however that doesn’t mean you’re alone. No, you’re also there with him helping him out or just keeping him company. He makes sure you know he’s not trying to ignore you.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?) - He has to get his creativity out. He’ll be in the lab making something or he will draw blueprints. But that’s just the mechanic side, the non mechanic side also loves to just hold you. Sometimes taking a nap with you is enough to make him better.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?) - NOT avengers talk. No talk of iron man or avengers, he doesn’t want that in his home. He’ll ask about how you’re doing or will tell you about how Pepper is taking good care of the company, but he will do everything in his power NOT to talk about work at home.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?) - Music. He blasts his music so loud in his lab. It’s one of his ways to relax because he just loses himself in it. He absolutely loves when you start getting into the same music with him and especially loves it when you surprise it with VIP tickets to one of his favorite bands.

 “You know I could have bought these right?”

“Yep, but I wanted to do something special for you finally.”

“I love you so much.”

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?) - His intelligence. Tony likes to show off just how smart he is and put people in their place. Even you can’t deny, it’s pretty hot.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?) - Tony proposes to you during a vacation to Hawaii. It’s about two years after you started dating and he decides it’s time. He wanted to propose a lot earlier, but he didn’t want to seem desperate.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?) -  Demons by Imagine Dragons. Tony doesn’t know why, but every time he hears that song. He just gets so relaxed.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?) - Oh yes he does. “M/n, We’ve been dating for a long time and I couldn’t imagine a better man to spend the rest of my life with. Will you do me the honor of becoming the other Mr.Stark?”

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?) - Honestly? A rat or a ferret. I can see Tony being a rodent person.

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Sweet As Sin - Part Four

Summary: After losing your job and having to spend all of your savings, you find yourself completely broke as you desperately search for a job. On a whim, you join a website for sugar babies and sugar daddies can meet, and you’re surprised when you immediately make a connection with Captain America, of all people. But as you grow closer to Steve, you start to realize that there may be a dark side to America’s golden boy.

Pairing: SugarDaddy!Steve Rogers x Reader, with eventual Dark!Steve Rogers

Read part three here!

A/N: Here be smut! 18+ only, please. :) Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Your GPS navigated you to the address Steve had texted you that morning, and you immediately felt out of place as your old, battered Impala puttered down a road lined with well-manicured brownstones. Each one was a little bit unique, but they all had the same thing in common – they were wicked expensive, located in one of the nicest areas of Brooklyn. You had passed a boujee private school, two quaint shopping centers, and a small dog park on the way, and now you were parallel parking in front of Steve’s house.

After reaching into the backseat to sling your duffel bag over your shoulder, you turned on your heel and stared up at the three-story building. Planter boxes lined every window on the street-facing side, and you smiled at the thought of Steve planting and tending to the ferns growing within them. The door had been painted a bright, cheerful red, and an American flag was flapping just to the left of it. You had to chuckle a little at the cliché, but you knew that Steve was an old-fashioned guy. It was easy for you to picture him making this house his home.

You climbed the front steps and knocked on the door, adjusting your knit cap as you waited for your boyfriend to answer. The wind was biting as it whirled through the streets of New York, and a quick glance skyward told you that snow would be coming soon.

You were broken out of your thoughts when the door opened, revealing Steve smiling down at you from its other side. He was dressed in a cable-knit sweater that was the same color of his eyes, and your mouth watered when you saw the steaming mug of coffee in his left hand.

“Hey, doll,” he greeted you, and you immediately stepped into the warm space, pressing your forehead against his chest.

“You’re so warm,” you groaned, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“Glad I can be of service,” he joked. The door clicked shut behind you as his free hand rubbed your back. “You’re cold as ice, hon. Come in; let me take your things.”

Steve slid your duffel bag off of your shoulder, waving at you to follow him into the living room. Along the way, your eyes skimmed over the space, taking in the pictures he had dotted around the walls. You paused at one that showed him sitting on a couch with some very familiar faces; Tony Stark was sitting directly to Steve’s left, holding his hand up behind his head to give him bunny ears. Then, there was the famous Natasha Romanoff, who had her legs draped over Hawkeye’s knees. Thor – the actual Thor - was standing behind the couch holding a massive stein of beer, a large, dopey smile spread across his face as he posed for the camera. And, to top it all off, Bruce Banner was sitting on the floor in front of Mr. Stark with a shy grin.

“That’s me and the original team,” Steve said from behind you, and you jolted at how close he suddenly was. “We took that about a year after the Battle of New York. Tony’s always throwing these parties around holidays.”

You smiled, turning back to face him.

“You guys look like you’re all good friends,” you commented.

“Yeah… We’ve had our ups and downs, but we all know that we have one another’s backs.”

You grinned and wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the baby hairs growing at the base of his skull.

“You need to tell me about some of your adventures sometime,” you remarked. Steve laughed and squeezed your hip, pressing a quick peck to your lips.

“You’re my favorite adventure so far.”

“Oh, my god,” you laughed. “That was so cheesy, Steve!”

He smiled sheepishly before stepping back, leading you towards a crackling fireplace waiting just in the other room.

“As cheesy as it is, it’s true.”

You nearly melted once you laid eyes on Steve’s living room. The space was incredibly cozy; there was a large, beige sectional sofa to one side, and a matching loveseat was placed directly in front of it on the other side of the hardwood coffee table. To the left, there was a large bay window that had been visible from the street, and there was a window seat built into it full of decorative pillows. Bookshelves lined the opposite wall, and you recognized one of them from the picture Steve had sent to you during your first ever conversation.

The fireplace, though, was truly the heart of the space. It was large and made of stone, and above the mantle, there was a huge painting of the New York skyline done in abstract shades of brown and red. As you walked further into the room, you felt the heat from the fireplace wash over you, and you didn’t hesitate before taking a seat on the floor in front of it and sticking your hands out to warm them by the fire.

“Steve, I’m in love with this room,” you gushed, smiling up at him.

“And here I thought I’d never be jealous of my own house,” he joked, lowering himself down beside you. He set your duffel to the side and carefully set his coffee down a few feet away before pulling you flush against his side. You leaned into him as his arm came up around your shoulders, closing your eyes as you breathed in the scent of his cologne.

“I can’t take full credit for this place, though,” Steve continued on. “When I picked this house out, Tony surprised me by hiring a decorator. But there are a few things that I’ve done here and there to put my own spin on it.”

“Like what?”

You watched as he pointed at the painting above the mantle, nodding towards it.

“Well, I did that about a week after I moved in.”

“Wait, you painted that? Steve, that’s amazing.”

You turned to him just in time to catch the blush that was painted over his features. He just chuckled and shook his head, waving off your compliment.

“Nah, it’s nothing. I don’t make nearly as much art as I used to,” he confessed. “Back when I was growing up, I would draw on the side to earn extra cash for me and my mom all the time.”

You smiled, craning your neck so you could look up at him.

“What kind of things would you draw?” you asked.

“Usually people,” he reminisced. “I would set up my sketchpad on a street in a rich neighborhood, and some people passing by would give me a nickel to do a quick sketch of them.”

“Wow… So on top of everything else, he draws too,” you chuckled. “Is there anything you can’t do, Steve?”

He laughed, pulling you tighter against him.

“Oh, god, yeah,” he laughed. “You could write a series of encyclopedias about the things I can’t do.”

“Oh, please. Name just one.”

“I can’t dance,” he said immediately.

“C’mon, everyone can dance-“

“Everyone except for Steve Rogers,” he insisted. “It was the same back when I was younger; whether it’s to modern music or not, I can’t dance without looking like a goober.”

You snorted, shaking your head.

“I’m sorry, just… ‘Goober’?”

Steve winced, glancing at you sheepishly.

“…People don’t say ‘goober’ anymore?”

“Steve, no one has used the word ‘goober’ in a sentence in a thousand years.”

“Now, I know that’s not true. I’m old, but I’m not a thousand-“

“Are you sure about that?” you interrupted with a grin. “Because anyone who says goober should probably be checked into a nursing home. Actually, I passed a few on the way, if you’d like to consider-“

You cut yourself off with a squeal as Steve turned you around, pressing your back to the floor as he straddled your hips.

“You know what?” he laughed. “I don’t need to take this abuse.”

You couldn’t hold back the giggles that were tumbling out of your lips, and Steve’s smile matched yours as he held you firmly in place despite how much you were squirming.

“Oh, what, do you have somewhere to go, miss?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Yes!”

“And where is that?”

“I was hoping,” you smiled, “to explore my boyfriend’s house a little bit. See what kind of incriminating things I can find in his bedside drawers and medicine cabinets; you know how it is.”

“Hmmm… No, can’t say I do. What I do know, though,” he remarked, moving one of his hands slowly down your side, “is that your boyfriend has something else he would rather be doing.”

You bit your lip, looking down to watch as his hand snaked lower and lower, eventually finding the button on your jeans. His fingers played with it a bit as he watched your face to gauge your reaction; you looked up at him, staring into his blue irises, and saw how his pupils seemed to dilate.

Suddenly, his mouth was on yours, and you made a small noise of surprise before wrapping your arms around his back and kissing him. The carpet was soft beneath your skin as he slowly started to pull your shirt off, and when you finally broke your kiss, it was only so he could fully remove it and toss it onto the couch. The heat of the fire was warm against your right side, but you still shivered as his eyes hungrily settled on your breasts. You said a silent thank you to your past self for deciding to wear one of your nicer bras that morning as Steve ran his hands over the pink lace of your lingerie.

“I really like this,” he murmured under his breath, most likely to himself. You felt your cheeks heat up from his praise, but your eyes widened when Steve abruptly reached around your back and ripped the bra’s band clean in half.

“Steve!”

“I’ll buy you another one just like it,” he promised, hushing your protests with another searing kiss.  

He tossed the now-useless scrap of fabric away before greedily kneading at your tits, rolling them in his palms as his hips started to grind against yours. Every time his bulge pressed against you just right, you felt shocks of pleasure emanate from your already-drenched pussy.

His lips slowly started to trek downwards, trailing a path down your cheek to your neck, and you cried out when you felt him bite your flesh. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he licked over the bitemark, soothing it before once more sucking in what you were certain would be an impressive hickey later.

Suddenly, though, you felt yourself being flipped over, and your breath was nearly taken away when Steve maneuvered you onto your belly.

“I wanna try something,” he murmured against your ear. You nodded quickly as you felt him guide you up onto your knees, and you shifted to support your weight on your elbows.

You craned your neck and looked over your shoulder, watching as Steve efficiently started removing his and the rest of your clothes, tossing them into a neat pile before turning his attention to you again. He smirked, giving you a wink as he knelt behind you.

“Have I mentioned,” he asked, “how much I love your ass?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you saw his jaw clench as he brought his palm down hard against your ass. You gasped, closing your eyes and letting your head fall forward. Again, he spanked you, and you bit your lip from the sting it left in its wake.

“I asked you a question, baby,” Steve cooed as his hands groped and squeezed your ass.

“I-I,” you stammered, trying to gather your scattered thought. “Uh, n-no, I don’t think you’ve mentioned it.”

“Well.” You could hear the smile on his lips as he once more leaned down, covering your body with his as he kissed your shoulder. “I love it. And I wanna watch it as I fuck you.”

You gulped and nodded, biting your lip as Steve’s mouth trailed down your spine. A noise escaped your throat as his hands spread your ass cheeks, and your pussy clenched as it was exposed to the sudden rush of cool air. You spread your knees wider apart and arched your back, glancing behind you once again.

Steve’s eyes darkened as he took in your form, sitting back on his heels as his hands shifted, using his thumbs to keep you spread open while the rest of his digits curled around your hips. His tongue darted out, licking his lips as his eyes focused on your pussy.

“So wet,” he observed, leaning closer. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And do you want me?”

“Yes, Steve, please-“

“What happened to sir?”

He arched an eyebrow, smirking up at you, and you felt something mischievous stir within you.

“Sorry, Captain,” you purred, wiggling your ass. “I meant to say, ‘Please, sir, fuck me until I can’t walk straight-‘”

A moan interrupted you as Steve leaned in and licked a stripe up your pussy, from your clit to your entrance. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you let out a moan as he lapped at your clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue. One of his hands trailed up your back until it rested between your shoulder blades, and you felt him slowly start to press you downwards until your chest was flush against the carpet and your ass was sticking further up into the air.

All the while, his tongue was starting to flatten out, tracing patterns against your clit that had you seeing stars. You squeezed your eyes shut and pressed your forehead against your crossed forearms, your hips jolting any time his tongue changed its pace. Moans fell from your lips unbidden, and you hoped to God his neighbors couldn’t hear you as you grew louder and louder.

The carpet was rough against your knees and your hands, and the lewd sounds of Steve’s tongue laving over your soaked cunt filled the air. You could feel your own juices running down the inside of your thighs, and you could tell from the knot tightening in your belly that you were getting close to cumming.

“Steve,” you panted, pushing your hips back against him. “Fuck, I’m close-“

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, though, Steve pulled away. You whined at the loss, your nails digging into the carpet as you squeezed your thighs together. Within seconds, though, you felt Steve grip your hips as he drew himself up onto his knees, and before you take a breath to prepare yourself, he was pushing into you.

“O-oh, fuck,” he groaned, “Been thinkin’ about this pussy all damn day…”

He wasted no time before starting to move, and you braced yourself as you felt the way your pussy stretched around him; his cock was still just as big as you remembered it being, but despite the burn from being stuffed so full, it still felt amazing as your cunt took his hard length.

“Captain, oh my God-“

You craned your neck to watch him, taking in the way his muscles tensed and flexed as he rolled his hips forward. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his jaw was clenched; you wondered if he was straining to control himself and his strength, doing his best not to hurt you.

Ragged groans were emanating from his parted lips as he fucked you into the floor, and his hands were continuously exploring your body, gliding over your ass to your tits and then back to your hips. With every thrust, the head of his cock was slamming into a spot deep inside of you that had you all but screaming his name, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you found your release.

“You’re getting close,” Steve grunted, pressing his chest against your back and caging you in beneath his body. “I can feel it; you gonna cum for me?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you moaned. “F-fuck, I’m so close-“

One of Steve’s hands moved towards your pussy, brushing past your folds to tap your clit in time with his thrusts. You wailed, your body tensing as your orgasm ripped through you. Your eyes rolled as wave after wave of pleasure washed over your body, and somewhere in the background you could hear Steve’s groan as he came inside of you. Hot cum coated your inner walls as you both rode out your highs, and you shivered as his cock began to soften inside of you.

“Fuck, doll,” he sighed, rolling over onto his side. He gently took you in his arms, spooning you from behind as you faced the fire. “I’d been looking forward to that.”

A laugh bubbled past your lips, and you turned your head to press a quick peck to his lips.

“Me too. To be honest, I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to keep my hands off of you, now that I’m gonna be staying here.”

You turned away just as a wide grin spread over Steve’s face, and you missed the pleased, possessive gleam in his eyes as he pecked your cheek.

“I hope it takes them a long time to fix your heating, then.”

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The rest of the day went by quickly. You and Steve laid there, talking and dozing for a good hour before going for another round. This time, he fucked you from behind as you laid on the floor, rocking his hips slowly as he whispered filthy things into your ear. Your orgasm was slow-building and languid as he slowly wrung it out of you, and you didn’t even realize you’d fallen asleep afterwards until you awoke to find Steve picking you up.

“Sorry, doll,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Oh! Oh, no, it’s… it’s fine. Shit, what time is it?”

“It’s almost five.” Your eyebrows flew up as he started carrying you to the staircase, climbing it with long, confident strides despite baring the weight of an entire other person in his arms. “I was just about to start on dinner.”

“Oh?” A yawn interrupted you, and you giggled when Steve yawned immediately after. “Oh, sorry.”

“For what?”

“For giving you my yawn.”

Steve frowned.

“I… Don’t understand. Your yawn?”

“Yeah! Cuz, you know. Yawns are contagious?”

He shook his head as he carried you into a bathroom decorated in white and blue tile. He sat you down on the counter as he bent down to retrieve a hand towel from beneath the sink, and you took the opportunity to admire just how wide his shoulders were.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.

“Yawns are contagious; for most people, if they see someone else yawn, it makes them yawn, too,” you explained. “It’s a sign of empathy.”

“Huh.” Steve smiled as he ran the towel under the sink, getting it wet with warm water. “Well. Since I caught your yawn…”

“…It means you’re a very empathetic person,” you finished. “But I could’ve told you that anyways.”

“Mm.”

He pulled your legs apart gently as he nodded, and you felt your cheeks heat up as he started to clean the cum from between your legs. His touch was exceedingly gentle as he ran the rag over your skin, and the warmth in his eyes as he looked at you made butterflies erupt into flight within your chest. You thought that this might just be the most intimate moment you’d ever shared with another person; there was something about the sudden shift in mood and the vulnerability of your position that made you want to cling to Steve and never let go.

You weren’t sure who leaned in first, but his lips found yours in a slow, lazy kiss that had your toes curling. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling his beard as it tickled and brushed against your chin. He tasted like coffee, and he was so warm; you felt as if you were going to dissolve into his touch.

From there, Steve carried you into the kitchen, which was right next to the living room. It, too, was decked out with blue and white tile, and there were several modern stainless steel appliances with the Stark logo on them. You sat on one of the barstools at the island in the center of the room, making easy conversation with your boyfriend as he set about cooking a casserole of some sort.

“Thanks again for letting me stay with you,” you sighed, setting your chin in your hand. “Leave it to my luck to have my heat go out during the coldest time in the year.”

“I don’t think it had anything to do with luck,” Steve spoke, glancing up at you. “I looked into it, and apparently three other apartment complexes in your neighborhood had the same thing happen.”

You straightened upon hearing that; you hadn’t seen that anywhere on the news.

“Oh, wow. I had no idea.”

He shrugged, pulling a head of broccoli from the fridge.

“Well, your side of town isn’t exactly the, uh…safest place to live,” he mused. “If anything, I’m surprised this hasn’t happened sooner.”

“Hey, it’s not so bad,” you quickly defended. “If anything, it’s on the nicer side of things for that part of Brooklyn.”

For a moment, Steve looked as if he wanted to say something, but he held back, closing his mouth before he could make whatever point he’d just thought of.

“…I guess I just worry about you,” he finally huffed. “Sorry; I know that’s probably paranoid.”

“It is,” you agreed. “But… It’s also very sweet. And I am grateful that you invited me to stay here with you.”

A smile came to his lips, and his eyes twinkled as he looked over at you.

“It’s my pleasure, sweetheart.”

As it turned out, the casserole Steve made was actually good, despite its bland coloration and questionable look. It was a recipe from the 30’s, after all, but you weren’t disappointed. After eating, you insisted on helping Steve do the dishes, which you did standing side by side in a comfortable silence.

Once the dishes were dried and put away, Steve brought your duffel bag up to the bedroom, giving you a quick tour of the space on the way.

“There are three stories and a basement,” he explained as you ascended the stairs. “But I only use the first and second floor, for the most part.”

He paused on the landing, pointing out various doorways as he listed off rooms.

“Office, bathroom, and bedroom through there,” he explained, gesturing to each respectively. He turned and pointed towards the second set of stairs, which lead upwards. “Upstairs is there, but don’t bother checking it out; it’s just storage and old boxes.”

He walked into the bedroom, which had in it the biggest bed that you had ever laid eyes on. It looked like something out of a movie, and you immediately walked over and sank down, headfirst, into its grey sheets. Steve laughed as he set your bag on the dresser.

“Comfy?”

“Oh, my God,” you groaned, your voice muffled by the sheets. “It’s so comfy, Steve.”

“I did not understand a word of what you just said,” he joked. “But I think it was a yes.”

That evening, the two of you sat on the sofa and watched movies in your pajamas. As it turned out, Steve had never seen Star Wars (though you weren’t terribly surprised by that fact), so he rented A New Hope for the two of you. He kept up with the plot surprisingly well, though you could tell some of the science-fiction jargon went way over his head. And once it was over, he asked if you would watch Empire Strikes Back with him next, which you happily agreed to do even though you were starting to feel your eyelids grow heavy.

Steve’s reaction to the ending, though, was completely worth staying up. You laughed as he sat there, watching the credits, his jaw still slack with shock.

“…So wait a minute,” he finally said, setting his elbows on his knees and staring at the screen. “You’re tellin’ me that Darth Vader is Luke’s father?!”

“I cannot believe you haven’t had that spoiled for you before,” you laughed.

“I mean, I thought it was a little funny that his name means ‘father’ in German, but I thought it was just a coincidence,” he huffed, running a hand through his hair. He let himself relax once again, sinking back into the sofa cushions, and you set your head on his shoulder as he tapped his foot restlessly.

“Darth Vader is Luke’s dad,” he whispered to himself, and you barked out a laugh. Directly afterwards, though, a yawn overtook you, and Steve looked down at you with an arched eyebrow. “Gettin’ sleepy?”

“Just a bit,” you yawned once again. You blinked up at Steve slowly, finding a fond smile plastered across his lips.

“I think,” he said, pulling you into his arms, “that it’s time for us to go to bed.”

You made no protest as he picked you up, effortlessly carrying you through the house as he went around, shutting off all the lights. He only let you go once he brought you to the bedroom, and you kissed his cheek before kneeling down by your duffel, looking around for your toothbrush.

“Oh, shit,” you groaned under your breath. “No, no, come on-“

“What’s the matter?” Steve asked from the other side of the room.

“I forgot my toothbrush,” you sighed, standing up. “I’m gonna have the worst morning breath.”

Steve chuckled and gestured for you to follow him to the bathroom.

“Don’t worry; I picked up an extra for you the last time I was at the store,” he told you.

“Oh, thank God-“  You paused, arching an eyebrow at him. “Wait… How did you know I would be over?”

The smile on his face faltered for just a second as he turned to answer your question, but it righted itself before he spoke next.

“Oh, I didn’t. But I was hopeful that you’d spend the night here at some point.”

You grinned, nudging his shoulder with yours after he pulled a still-packaged toothbrush out of the medicine cabinet.

“Someone was confident,” you smirked.

“No, not confident,” he corrected you. “Just hopeful.”

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You slept like a baby that night; how could you not? Steve held you in his arms almost the entire time; as it turned out, he was a bit of a cuddler in his sleep. You weren’t complaining, though; when you woke up the next morning, you felt more well-rested than you had in a long, long time.

“Oh, you’re finally awake.”

You turned to find Steve walking into the bedroom, already dressed in a pair of jeans and a blue button-down. A quick glance towards the clock told you that it was only 8:07 in the morning, but you could already smell breakfast wafting from downstairs.

“How’d you sleep?” Steve asked, drawing your attention back to him.

“Perfectly,” you smiled, pushing the sheets back and stretching.

“Well, I’m glad. We have a busy day ahead of us,” he remarked. You arched an eyebrow as you stood up and made your way over to your duffel.

“Oh, really? What do you have planned for us, Cap?”

You jumped when you felt him press up against you from behind, and you let him tilt your head to the side so he could press a soft kiss to your neck.

“Well,” he murmured, trailing his hands over your hips. “I thought that we could eat a big breakfast, first off. And afterwards, I was thinking we could go to the zoo.”

You gasped and spun around, feeling excitement spark in your chest.

“What?!”

Steve laughed, a wide grin spreading over his features.

“Well, why not? I’m in between missions, so there’s nowhere for me to be. And I’ve always wanted to take a dame to Prospect Park; me and Bucky were actually at the opening of the zoo there back in the 30’s.”

“That’s…really cool, Steve,” you smiled, starting to pick out your outfit for the day. “What was it like?”

Steve sat on the bed and watched as you debated which sweater you wanted to wear with the jeans you’d picked out, thinking back to the fond memory.

“Well, me and Bucky were broke, first of all,” he chuckled. “We couldn’t afford a ticket in, but Buck was friends with one of the zookeeper’s sons. So he snuck us in with him when he went in to work that morning.

“The whole place was packed that first day; things were different back then, you know. Most people had only ever seen pictures of an elephant or a lion, and even then, the pictures weren’t detailed and in color the way they are today. So people were seeing these creatures they’d only ever imagined before in real life for the first time. It was…”

You looked over as you pulled your sweater over your head, catching the small, wistful smile on Steve’s face as he thought back to that time.

“It was magical, as corny as that sounds,” he finally sighed. “Plus, that opening day was the day before my birthday, so it was extra special for me.”

“Oh, I bet that was one incredible b-day,” you said. “What day is it on?”

At that, Steve paused, and you could have sworn that a blush had started to spread over his cheeks.

“I… Well, it’s…”

You frowned, walking over to set your hands on his shoulders.

“What is it?” you asked? “Don’t wanna tell your own girlfriend when your birthday is?”

Steve let out a huff of laughter at that, letting his hands come to rest on your waist.

“It’s just… Well. When Tony found out about it, he never let me hear the end of it. In fact, every year since he found out, he’s thrown an enormous, obnoxious birthday barbeque for me.”

“Oh, come on, that doesn’t sound so bad-“

“My birthday is on the fourth of July.”

You blinked, trying your best to fight back the grin that was trying to spread over your face. A sharp burst of laughter escaped you, and you quickly threw your hand over your mouth as Steve let out a sigh.

“…Yyyyeah…”

“You’re kidding me,” you giggled, letting your hand fall from your mouth to your chest. “No, that’s…that’s too perfect. The universe would never be so rude to you.”

Steve shook his head, scratching his beard.

“Tony puts up these banners that say Happy America Day, and my cake has been red, white, and blue for the past five years.”

You couldn’t help it; you laughed so hard that tears came to your eyes; Steve had just looked so defeated as he said that, and you couldn’t deny the irony that Steve would also just happen to be born on the same day America declared its independence from Britain. He took it like a champ, though, and just laughed with you at the coincidence.

“Well,” you finally said, still grinning, “this year we’ll do something for your birthday that’s decidedly not patriotic.”

Steve, for his part, actually looked touched, and there was a tone of relief in his next words.

“I would…really like that.”

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That day might have been one of the best of your life. After feasting on pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs, the two of you dressed up in your warmest coats and left for the zoo. Steve had offered to drive you there on his motorcycle, and despite your initial trepidation, you’d said yes. As it turned out, you enjoyed the experience, if for no other reason than it gave you an excuse to have Steve between your legs for the duration of the short drive. It was nice to feel the wind rush around you as you clung to him, and the way the bike tilted into the twists and turns of the road was exhilarating.

You’d never had as much fun at a zoo as you had that day. Steve gave you a grand tour of the parts he remembered from the 30’s, and you told him random facts about the various animals the two of you saw. And despite the fact that Steve swore up and down that he didn’t enjoy using modern technology, he took nearly a thousand pictures that day – most of them were of you or whatever animal you were looking at, but you managed to convince him to take a few selfies with you.

You even captured a picture of Steve that, in your opinion, was priceless. It was of him in front of the lion exhibit, and it was taken the moment one of the lions started walking right towards the glass. Steve’s eyes were wide in the photo, and his mouth was open wide in an excited smile; you’d found out later that lions were his favorite animal. He told you that as you two sat in the zoo’s main plaza, snacking on some overpriced pizza that Steve had insisted he didn’t mind getting for the two of you.

“To be fair,” he said after laughing at the picture, “lions are my favorites. I get that excited any time I see one.”

“Really? Why lions?” you asked.

One of the corners of his mouth lifted in a smile, and he took a sip of his beer before answering.

“They were always my mom’s favorite,” he explained, and you could hear a hint of melancholy in his voice. “I used to draw them for her; they always made her happy, even after she got sick.”

A sad smile had fallen over his face, and your heart squeezed at the sight of it.

“…I can tell you miss her,” you spoke softly, reaching over to put your hand over his. “But for what it’s worth, I know that she was proud of you, and she’d be even prouder to see who you’ve become. But… I know that doesn’t make it any easier.”

Steve’s eyes found yours, and no one could miss the affection that was glimmering in them for you. His hand squeezed yours, and he leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Thanks, doll,” he murmured. “It does help, more than you know.”

After the two of you finished your lunch, you walked around the rest of the zoo, hand in hand. Steve’s beard made it harder for people to recognize him, but there were still a few who came up asking for selfies with him. He was always gracious about it, letting them take a quick photo and thanking them for their kind words before turning back to you. There were others who didn’t come up to talk to him but who definitely still recognized who he was; you saw a few of them taking pictures of you, but you tried not to worry about it, focusing instead of Steve and the scenery around you.

Once you were done at the zoo, you two walked around for a while without any real purpose or destination. You took in the sights of the city, strolling down tiny side streets and exploring what Brooklyn had to offer. Towards mid-afternoon, you stumbled upon a small, hole-in-the-wall café that had the most delicious smell wafting from its open door. The two of you had stepped in to find that the shop owner had just baked some homemade cinnamon rolls, and so the two of you took a break in your exploration of the city to have a cup of coffee while sharing a cinnamon roll. It, of course, was sinfully delicious, as was the sight of Steve licking icing off of his lips.

He caught you staring at one point and winked, causing you to look away as your cheeks heated up in embarrassment. You got him right back, though, when you saw his eyes linger on your mouth as you licked icing off your fingertips.

“See something you like, sir?” you’d asked quietly. His eyes had visibly darkened, and his voice was husky when he leaned in to murmur his reply.

“I’m gonna remember that later on tonight, baby,” he’d promised.

And once the two of you got back to his place, that’s exactly what he did. That night, the two of you could barely keep your hands off each other. When you finally did manage to go to sleep, you were thoroughly exhausted, which might have been the reason why you slept so late the next day. In any case, when you finally woke up, the clock on the nightstand told you it was 9:30 already.

“Fuck,” you sighed, sitting up stiffly as your sore muscles ached in protest.

No amount of stretching was able to calm the ache in your limbs, but despite how it made your every movement burn, you didn’t regret a single thing about the day before. A small, sated smile had settled over your lips as you pulled on one of Steve’s t-shirts and made your way downstairs. Halfway there, though, you heard your lover’s voice coming from the kitchen, and he didn’t seem happy.

You paused, a frown spreading over your face you slowed to a stop.

“I don’t care, Fury,” Steve was saying. You peeked around the corner, seeing him seated at the island, a stormy expression on his face as he stared down at his cup of coffee. You could just barely catch the sound of a man yelling something on the other line, but you couldn’t make out his words.

“Then get Natasha to lead the mission,” he suddenly barked, and you ducked back around the corner as you listened. “Or Sam; he’s more than capable of-“

He was interrupted again, and you bit your lip, contemplating whether or not you should reveal yourself. Maybe you should go back upstairs? But what if he heard you walking away – would he realize you’d been eavesdropping?

“Director, my personal relationships are none of your business,” he all but growled, and your ears perked up; was he talking about you? “And neither are my reasons for turning down missions. Bottom line is, I’m not going. Sam will be willing to lead, and you can send Wanda in for extra backup. And before you say anything, yes, she’s ready for this.”

With that, Steve hung up; you heard the clatter of him dropping his phone onto the countertop. You held your breath and counted to ten in your head before straightening up and walking around the corner, watching as his head popped up to look at you.

“Good morning,” you smiled, walking over to press a kiss to his cheek. “Did I hear you on the phone with someone?”

Instantly, the worried lines on his face disappeared, and an easy smile overtook his features as he pulled you in for a quick kiss.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” he said. “Just some business back at the compound – nothing to worry about.”

You pulled back, looking over his face; as upset as he’d sounded before, now there were no traces of frustration to be seen. A small part inside of you glowed at the thought that you’d been the one to relieve his tension so quickly, but you couldn’t help but wonder about what his phone call had been about.

“I was thinking we could go back to that café we found yesterday for breakfast,” he said abruptly. “Does that sound good to you?”

“Oh! Yeah,” you said, smiling. “I’d like that. I’ll go get dressed.”

Steve smiled and nodded, watching your ass as you walked back towards the stairs. His eyes followed you until you completely left the room, and even then his gaze lingered where you’d been standing moments before; he was totally, completely, addicted to the feelings you brought up in him. At first, he’d felt guilty about tampering with the heating unit for your building, but he reasoned that it would only take them about a week to fix it. And, God, did he need this – a week alone with the woman he was so quickly growing to adore.

Any shred of regret he’d felt from stealing the copper wires from your heating unit or from turning down missions just so he could spend more time with you had faded away as soon as you came walking into the kitchen wearing nothing but his t-shirt. So, no, he wasn’t going to entertain Director Fury’s tantrums when he said no to an assignment. In fact, he reached for his phone and turned it off before sliding it in his pocket and picking up the newspaper in front of him.

He sipped his coffee as he skimmed over the articles, and although he usually discarded the gossip and entertainment sections entirely, his eyes fell on a headline that caught his attention. Biting his lip, he turned to its page, staring that the picture printed before him. It was from yesterday, when the two of you had gone to the zoo. His hand was in yours, and you were smiling up at him as the two of you strolled past the elephant exhibit. ‘Captain America Finally Finds Love?’ was scrawled boldly across the top of the page, and his eyes scanned the article, taking in the various speculations as to who you were and how you’d met the famous super soldier.

Just as he was finished reading, he heard your footsteps start to descend the staircase, and he quickly pulled the page out of the paper and folded it in half a few times, sliding it into his pocket just before you appeared in the doorway, looking absolutely gorgeous in a deep burgundy sweater dress and soft gray leggings.

“Ready to go?” you asked, adjusting the knit cat perched on top of your head.

Steve grinned and stood up, grabbing his keys before making his way over to you.

“I sure am, doll.”

[topswormsly]

Storybots OCs!!!!!

I'm actually pretty proud of how these fellas came out!!  Drew the concepts traditionally first, then drew them digitally in IbisPaint X, my main drawing app.  I'm not really happy with the way the gradient effect looks on their bodies, but the Ibis blur tool is very goodn't so it's the best I could manage with the limitations of the program.  Other than that, I feel like I did a decent job replicating the art style. These five are OCs of mine, only conceptualized last night, and they're all technically under 24 hours old at the time of uploading this.  Answer Team AU23, one of the worst teams in the department!!  Hap does not like these fellas at all; if you thought his disappointment in 341B was bad, you should see the way he feels about this team.  Rightfully so, as they rarely answer questions correctly, and if they do, it'll take much longer than it typically takes 341B to.  This is mostly due to AU23 not consisting of the smartest members.  ...Okay, only about two of them are actually very smart at all.  They goof around non-stop, constantly get on each other's nerves, and are generally a mess.  They'd probably all be out of a job if it weren't for the department being so busy and needing all the help they can get. Now to go over the individual characters!  I'll describe them in order, from left to right. First off, we have Blink, the team leader!  As much as he tries to be seen as a good person, he has a habit of lashing out on his teammates if he's pushed past his limit.  He's not usually the violent type, but won't hesitate to give long lectures to his teammates if they're doing something wrong, though no one ever listens to him.  He's got some real issues with his temper, but tries his best to keep them under control.  He's a stickler for the rules, and can come off as bossy and controlling to his team.  On top of this, he's a bit of a perfectionist, and hates germs, bugs, almost all rodents...  He hates a lot of things, actually.  Despite his flaws, he's often the only one to actually get the team closer to answering a question, and is rather intelligent.  He's usually pretty levelheaded, despite his habit of losing his cool. Next up, there's Bling!  He would legitimately sell his entire team for a nickel.  In fact, he's done it before, but that's a story for another day.  This guy is obsessed with cash; rarely spends it, but always wants more.  He'll often steal things from the outerworld without his team knowing, only to sell it when they return home.  He's very clever, decently street-smart, but not very book-smart at all.  He's millions in debt to who knows how many people, and is pretty much constantly hiding from them, which is why his job is so convenient for him; he can escape to the outerworld whenever he's on the run.  He rarely ever actually contributes to answering any questions, and really only cares for himself.  He's a master of mind games, able to talk his way out of almost anything.  He's got a bit of a gambling problem, and to make matters worse, he always cheats.  Though he puts on a friendly facade, he's actually a huge jerk at times, and will often use his teammates just to get his way.  He's a huge coward, and won't hesitate to put his team in danger, if it means keeping himself out of it. Next is Blip!  He doesn't take his job seriously whatsoever.  He's got nicknames for each of his teammates, most of whom significantly dislike these nicknames.  He's got a passion for practical jokes, and doesn't discriminate as far as who he'll pull them on.  He tends to defy the laws of physics on occasion, and seems to have an endless supply of jokes and gags that he can pull out of thin air.  He'll often try, and fail horribly, to make light of a bad situation with his jokes.  As much as he tries to help, his leads almost never lead to a correct answer, and he's got little-to-no brain cells.  The few brain cells he does have are pretty much entirely taken up by his extensive knowledge of pranks and pointless gags; it's all he knows, and all he feels he needs to know.  Although he'll never deliberately hurt anyone with his pranks, if someone happens to be hurt in the process, he'll just shrug it off as long is it's not severe. Then we have Bloom!  Socially awkward and a total coward, Bloom is an absolute mess.  She's quite literally scared of her own shadow, this poor girl.  She's a frequent target for Blip's pranks, and doesn't take them well at all.  She's very sensitive, and would cry at even the most childish insult.  Seriously, if you called her "smelly", she'd start sobbing.  She's actually very smart, though she's usually too anxious to voice her opinions, even if she has a potential lead to help answer a question.  She's terrible with social interaction, and if spoken to by someone she doesn't know well, she'll freeze up.  She is actually very sweet once you get to know her, though most don't bother to, since she keeps to herself so much. Finally, we have Blam!  She's...  A feral creature.  She's constantly talking like a pirate, just because she can and she wants to.  She's obsessed with fire, pointless chaos, and anything that goes boom; explosions are her life.  She can be violent if provoked, but would never really do much more than a punch or two.  She does have morals, though they rarely show, and they're clearly not very good.  She used to hate when people commented on her eye, though over time she's come to almost be proud of it, thinking it makes her look tough.  Why, you may ask, does her eye look like that?  Well, it's a long story, but to roughly explain it, she was corrupted while returning from the outerworld one time, due to a glitch in the system.  It could theoretically be fixed, but at this rate, she doesn't want to fix it. That's about it!!!  I'll probably be making more OCs later on, but until then, I'll leave you with these fellas.  Do know that I will probably be writing about them!!!  If I do, it'll be posted on DeviantArt and on my Wattpad, with luck.    I’ll link it in a post on here if I do write it.

[calliope-love-corner]

Extention of the Self

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"Oh, no way, the little guys I don't mind at all!" I smile. "They're pretty cute, actually! I mean, I was pretty scared of basically every spider when I was a kid, but the little jumpy dudes have sorta grown on me, yknow?"

Annabelle sits next to me on the park bench, legs crossed to face towards me. She rested one arm on the back of the seat and looked at me as if she were hanging on every word.

"That's certainly encouraging to hear seeing as I am all but literally made of spiders." She joked. I smile.

"That's true, isn't it? In that one statement-" I cut myself off. She raises an eyebrow. "God, maybe I shouldn't say? I dunno, would you find it rude if I repeated what they wrote?"

"Oh, please. It can't be anything I don't already know about myself." She rolled her eyes, which had multiplied to two sets of two since we left the restaurant a half hour ago. Appearances were important, after all, and odd looks and questions sounded like a lot to deal with while you're trying to go on a date.

I shrug. "God, yeah, the guy wrote that he looked in your head while you were passed out and all cracked open and it was just /webs./ no brain or anything."

Annabelle laughed. "Well I suppose that's still half accurate. I sort of ditched all of the important head organs, but it's not just wisps of cobweb up there anymore." She adjusted her hair and tilted her head to the side to show the silvery-white mass that stretched across the hole in her skull. I lean in to look, but can't see much past the thickly woven and almost silken material. I raise my eyebrows curiously.

"Oh christ, don't tell me you have, like, a bunch of fucking spiders living up there now. I dunno if I could handle that."

Annabelle pursed her lips and looked away, an awkward indication that I'd gotten it right. My jaw dropped.

"Something like that, unfortunately."

"That is actually terrifying!!" I exclaim. She laughs.

"That's... sort of the point, dear."

I blink. "Ah. Right."

Annabelle rolls her eyes affectionately.

"So... can I see?" I ask cautiously, feeling a sense of morbid curiosity. She doesn't exactly seem surprised at the request, but takes a moment to think about it to herself first, mulling it over in her head.

"Maybe. Can I try something first?"

"Depends. What did you have in mind?"

"You said you didn't mind jumping spiders..?"

"Not the little ones- too big and the jumping and speed and all that sort of freaks me out."

She pauses to think for a second, biting her thumbnail absentmindedly. "Alright," she finally says. I nearly lean in a little more, curious what she had to say. "Hold out your hand."

"Oh." I feel my stomach lurch. She wants me to hold one. Shit, I think on instinct, because spiders have never ever been my thing. After a second, though, I think about all the times I've successfully coexisted with little jumping spiders before. I think about how when I'm with a group of people and trying to act tough, I always take care of the spider in the corner, scooping it up in a cup and taking it outside no problem. When I'm alone I'm totally scared shitless of bugs, but with other people watching, I can usually muster up the courage to take it in stride. So I do as she asks, cupping my hands out towards her as she looks all over her body for something. I bite the inside of my cheek in anticipation as Annabelle seems to find what she's looking for on the back of her neck, drawing her hand back with a small arachnid perched on her knuckle.

"Here. Are you okay to hold it?" She carries it towards me, and i don't feel afraid. It's just my size, actually, with big eyes and tiny legs.

"Hm? Yeah, let's see him!" I grin, and she lets it scurry onto my hand. Handling the thing is easy- I watch it scuttle quickly over and around my hand, flipping it over and upside-down to keep it in view. It's mesmerizing watching it go. Suddenly, it leaps out of my palm and onto the back of the bench.

"Shit," I say. "Do you- uh- need that back?"

I look up at her for guidance, noticing her hands cupped close as if sheltering something delicate. She chuckles. "No, no. He's from around here- a local, let's say. He'll be fine."

I relax at this, but can't get my eyes off her hands- I don't need her to tell me what it is, another spider, no question. She catches my eyes.

"This one is a touch bigger." Annabelle uncups her hands and shows me a house spider, dusty brown with spindly legs, about the size of a nickel or a quarter, give or take. I back off on instinct.

"Oh, I promise it's not bad at all. The same as the one you just had, practically." She tries to reassure me. I grimace.

"It won't jump, will it...?" I do my best to be polite- this is quite literally Annabelle showing me a very important part of herself.

"No, it won't. It's rather fast, but shouldn't overwhelm you to any degree."

"Will it bite?" I ask a final question, knowing that no matter what the answer is I'm going to end up holding it anyway. I know that she wouldn't give me anything actually dangerous, but- it made me feel /significantly/ better to ask.

"If it does, it's no worse than a mosquito bite."

"Hmm." I bite down on my cheek and offer up my hands. "Okay. Just. Do it quick."

"I promise you'll be just fine." Annabelle assures me, and coaxes it into my hands. It is quite fast, crossing over into my palm in the blink of an eye. I do all I can not to wince and frighten the thing into a defensive position where it might actually try and bite, and after a few seconds, I make some peace with the arachnid. I relax myself a bit, watching it dart over my hands looking very confused. When the initial shock passes, I'm left feeling quite the same as I had with the much littler spider before.

"Go ahead and let that one go too, when you're ready. You're quite a natural at this." She praised me, making me smile. While I lower the spider down to the grass, I can't help but make a crude joke.

"Yeah, I get that from girls a lot."

She kicks at my leg, scolding me. I snicker and look back to her expectantly, seeing her hands once again cupping something hidden.

"...Now, this one is... a significant step up." Annabelle warns, looking a little worried herself. I cringe, fearing the worst.

"What are you about to put in my hands??" I whine, knowing that whatever it is I'm going to say yes no matter what, because Annabelle is very pretty, and I like her very much, and I'd like to seem as competent and cool and tough as possible. She bites her lip and holds her hands out just a bit, keeping them nearer to herself than to me. A brown and vaguely fuzzy looking patterned spider just smaller than her palm sat there, crawling from one of her hands to the other as she moved to catch it with each step. I very quickly go into panic mode, my heart dropping to my stomach in the process.

"Oh! My God! Okay! That is enormous!!" I exclaim, not loud enough to scare it, but loud enough to make it clear that I was not exactly psyched to be doing this. Annabelle looked understanding, worried, and humored all at the same time, but she also had this air about her that made me think she genuinely did want me to try and do this for her own sake. The sucker I am, of course I would, but you'd better believe i was going to put up a fight first.

"It's a common american wolf spider- if it does bite you, it'll get a little irritated and infected likely, but it'll really only be sore for a week or so- i promise it's not bad at all."

"So it's going to bite me??" My eyes go wide. I've seen a wolf spider before many times- several years of working at a summer camp will put a good amount of wildlife in your book, creepy crawlies definitely included.

"Well- probably not. I-" she starts, but my stomach takes a plunge, contorting my face to one of extreme distaste. "I can't know for sure, of course, because these things happen, but it probably won't. He's not temperamental."

I groan and grumble and toss second thoughts back and forth in my head for but a few seconds before tentatively holding my hands out again and squeezing my eyes tight.

"Oh my God. I hate literally everything about this." I say mostly to myself. "Just do it. I won't freak out. I won't freak out. I'm chill. I'm all good, I'm calm." I repeat like a mantra or a manifestation. I think closing my eyes actually did help, because when I started to feel a couple tiny legs slowly crawl into and across my fingertips, I didn't flinch nor squeak nor squirm. I held perfectly still, and it did the same. The moment seem to stretch on for forever.

"Cal...?" Annabelle said.

"Mhm?" I responded with a lightly quivering voice through tight-pursed lips.

"Would you open your eyes?" She asked, hesitating just a bit at the end.

"Do I have to..?" I murmur.

"Of course not."

Silence, for just a few seconds. I take a breath and slowly pop one eye open, looking down at the creature in my hands. While it scurried back and forth in Annabelle's hands, mine were unfamiliar, and it sat unmoving- a small weight in my palm. It was a strange sensation feeling and seeing it there. With one eye safely open and the situation assessed, the other one promptly followed. I blinked myself back into the moment, looking down at my hands, entranced. It felt like the spider and I were in an agreement of sorts- i would be still and predictable and brave, and it would be calm and do me no harm. I was so caught up in the moment that I hadn't even quite registered Annabelle's gentle hands cupped under mine to offer support. I chance a look up at her- she smiles warmly down at the spider, but glances up to meet my gaze.

"You're a natural." She lovingly encourages. I offer a weak smile in response, shrinking shyly away into my coat. Suddenly, the arachnid starts to slowly creep forward.

"Oh, my God, okay, it's moving-" I channel my fear to my voice instead of my body, trying to keep from moving and scaring it. Annabelle moves her hand to catch it as it starts to crawl off of me and redirects it back towards my palms.

"You're doing wonderful." She coos, and I don't entirely believe her. Annabelle guides my right hand with her own for me to catch the spider as it wanders this time, and soon enough, I'm letting it scuttle over each of my hands in turn, keeping it safe and curious and alive. A moment later, she coaxes the spider towards her, and takes it back. I let out a shuddery breath. Annabelle laughs.

"You did great!"

"That was literally awful!"

The spider disappeared out of sight somewhere on her body, and I decide not to think too hard about the implications of that. I start to ramble more about spiders, but she stops me when she takes my hands in hers again with some sort of purpose. I look up to meet her eyes.

"Okay. How are you feeling?" She asks.

"Let's just say adrenaline is a hell of a drug. What now?"

Annabelle laughs, low and genuine. "Well, you said that my head was full of a bunch of spiders?"

"Mostly joking, but yeah. Wait, is it actually??"

"Well, more like... one big spider?"

"Oh, fuck off-" I scoot back. "How big are we talking here??"

She squints one eye and cringes a bit, speaking cautiously.

"Its... quite large, compared to the others."

"Christ. Jesus christ! Okay! Fuck!" I start to panic, but hold my hands out again anyways. "This is going to suck so bad."

She holds my hands, rubbing her thumb comfortingly over my knuckles. "You'll be just fine. I promise you, nothing bad will happen. It's slow, and calm, and quite easygoing. Close you eyes."

"Oh my God! I cannot believe I'm doing this, this is fucking insane!" I ramble in my anxiety, but do as I'm told without question.

"Do you trust me?" She asks.

"Is that a joke?? Absolutely not." I spit out, anticipating the thing of undetermined size crawling over my skin.

"Okay, fair. Do you trust me not to do you any harm right now?"

I pause. Despite my fear, I did trust her that much.

"...yes. I do."

"I promise you'll be alright. Just keep your eyes shut, okay?"

I purse my lips, swallow hard, and nod.

Seconds later, a few hairy legs creep only my fingertips. I suck in my breath and hold it there, heart pounding out of my tightened chest as it slowly finds its footing in my cupped palms. The first thing I realize is just how massive it really is- the creature easily fills my hands and then some, and it's about the weight of a baseball. It feels around up to my wrists, and Annabelle starts to readjust her position supporting my hands.

"Dont you fucking dare let go," I snip at the slightest idea that she would leave me alone in the dark with this thing. She holds me firmly in reassurance.

"I won't. I promise."

"I hope you know how horrifying this is."

"I'm aware."

"I'm pretty sure this is the craziest fucking thing I have literally ever done."

"I'm very proud of you for it."

We sit in silence for a moment, my hands held perfectly still. The giant tarantula crawls off every so often, only to be gently moved or guided back to my palms.

"...if you open your eyes will you panic?" She chances, biting her lip.

"Maybe. Probably not. Will /it/ panic?"

"Not unless you do first."

"I am scared absolutely shitless right now. This is INSANE."

"I know. I know you are."

My eyes slowly flutter open and draw down to the giant velvety black tarantula in my hands. It only takes a second for me to take it all in- probably the size of a small plate at full wingspan, with sharp mandables, a fat abdomen, and huge articulated legs. It was a dark, shiny black all over- the first thing I thought was that it looked like a Halloween decoration more than a living creature. And yet it moved, 8 cautious steps at a time across my palms.

"It's a Brazilian black tarantula, if I'm not mistaken. A bit on the larger side." She explains, gently stroking the creature's back.

"No kidding..." I mutter in response, mostly to myself. I am awe-struck, to say the least.

"Something most people don't quite realize is that the bigger a spider gets, the more fragile it becomes. You've got to be as gentle as possible."

"Are you sure?? Because this thing is built like a fucking TANK." I joke. Coping with humor in high-stress situations is my specialty. Annabelle snickers.

"Lately, I've been calling her Penny. And yes, I'm sure. Even a six-inch drop can kill one. The exoskeleton is quite fragile, especially where the abdomen meets the head."

"Penny..." I repeat to myself. "That's... weirdly cute. Especially for something so creepy."

The spider stopped its wandering, and seemed to sit down, in a way. It looked comfortable, soaking up the warmth from my hands. I let out a little laugh.

"She likes you." Annabelle comments. She looks a bit relieved. My face flushes, even at the absurdity of the moment; It feels very intimate, despite literally everything about it.

"So- this is what lives inside your head."

"Mhm. I have no idea how she survives in there, honestly- she doesn't hunt, I don't feed her, or anything. She's... sort of an extention of me? In a strange way."

"Can you, like, control her or something?"

"Not exactly? It's- how do I put it." Annabelle pauses to think. "It's sort of like what your Michael- or is it Helen now? Is to the spiral."

"I hate to say it but that only makes it a little bit easier to understand."

"Such is the way with most things in this odd world."

The words, though a bit grim, sound sweet on her tongue. I let them roll over in my brain for a few moments.

"Poetic." I comment. She shrugs. "I suppose so." With that, she coaxed the arachnid back into her hands, and I watched her guide it back into the hole in the side of her head. The spider crawled through the delicate mess of web with familiarity, and moments later, it disappeared. As soon as it was out of sight, I give a loud, exhausted sigh.

"I'm impressed. You did quite well!" She praised, putting a comforting hand on my leg.

"If you ever let that fucking thing out in my apartment I swear to God I will never speak to you again."

She laughs. "Understood."

"Good."

We sit in silence for a moment as I decompress. The adrenaline rush that came with handling unfamiliar creatures had almost faded, and my body felt heavy. Contrasting my physical exhaustion, my brain was lighting up with excitement. I felt very close to her right now- closer to Annabelle than I ever have. The fact that she even /wanted/ me to see the spiders made me feel... important, in a way. She had guided me through the experience all of her own accord. It made me really feel like she wanted me to know her- to REALLY know her- to a degree i couldn't even comprehend. I know what she is, and I know what she does, and right now, I am not afraid.

"Shall we, then?" Annabelle pulls me out of my thoughts. It had gotten pretty dark without me even really noticing, the sun having disappeared below the horizon, and a few dim stars taking their place in the twilight sky.

"Oh. Yeah, let's."

We stand up. She takes my arm in a very old-fashioned style and we stroll out of the quiet park and into the well-lit and busy night streets. Part of me wants to offer to walk her home, but another part knows that she likely doesn't really have a home to go to. Even if she did, I had a sinking feeling that it wasn't something she quite wanted me to see just now. So, we walked comfortably a few blocks through the city before parting ways at the front door to my building.

Annabelle gave me a quick peck on the cheek, said that she had had fun, and moments later, she was gone- disappeared as quickly and strangely as she always did. The kid in me pictured her slinging up and away on a web like Spiderman, but the realist knew she probably had some weird fear avatar powers that she used to make a dramatic entrance or exit. Once she had gone, I sighed and turned in for the night, a blushing mess.

[mira-shard]

Fluff Alphabet (Marina X Jae edition)

Thanks for tagging me @mizutoyama!  💖

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A= Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?) The first attractive thing Marina noticed was Jae's defiance of the rules. She strongly believes rules shouldn't always be followed. One of the most attractive things is how loyal Jae is to his family. Jae loves Marina's sense of adventure and loyalty. During their first trip to knockturn alley, she almost immediately became ride or die for him and loyalty means a lot to him.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?) Both of them always thought they'd grow up to have a family. But when the wizarding war came they decided to wait until everything was over and settled down. But life had other plans as it turns out Marina was pregnant during the final battle at Hogwarts. Once things had settled down they decided to expand their family when they both felt it was safe enough to do so.

C= Cuddle (How do they cuddle?) Preferbably with Jae on his back and Marina on top of him. Marina's very clingly while cuddling and Jae likes being able to grab a drink while cuddling cause she ain't getting up for hours (Not like he actually minds)

D= Dates (What are dates with them?) As long as it's the two of them and they're having fun away from the castle? It's a date. Sometimes when they're joking around they call detention a date.

E= Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)) Marina: You're my safe place. Jae: You're my partner in crime. Marina: .... This shit is equally dope. Jae & Marina: You won't believe the kinda shit that comes out of this kid's throat (I had to, they totally would)

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?) Alright, so I actually wanted to write a two shot fic about them realising their feelings for one another but basically; Marina realised it when he was comforting her after she broke down from the pressure of the portrait vault. When Jae told her she was just one girl and that it's okay to take a step back for her own sake, she felt really seen and vulnerable and that made her realise it. Jae realised his feelings during a divination class. They were paired up together and sure, he thought she was attractive but when he noticed how sweaty his palms were and she just took his mind of it by talking about a prank they could pull on Pitts or adding something other than sandwhiches to the menu. It was those little things that made him think "Oh, shit. I love her."

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?) Iiiiiiii honestly don't know if this question is like, slightly NSFW?? But considering it's the fluff alphabet XD Yes, they're quite gentle with one another. Sometimes they can play a bit rough, like wrestling or shoving one another, but most of the time they're careful around each other.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?) They actually rarely hold hands. They prefer to link arms cause, well, when you're walking through knockturn alley it's quicker to draw your wand that way. Plus Marina likes staying as close as possible.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?) Marina immediately noticed Jae was a joker during their first detention together. When they talked about the things they did to get into detention she thought he was sneaky and someone who would sell her out to Dumbledore for a galleon. Luckily, he proved her that that assumption was completely incorrect. Jae thought she was kinda cueless when he saw her stare at the bread in confusion. He assumed she never had to do it before and was probably a rich kid who would complain about detention. Some of their first assumptions about each other are completely inaccurate but they got ofter those assumptions once they spent more time together.

J= Jealousy (Do they get jealous?) Marina gets jealous easier than Jae does. Marina's jealousy mostly stems from her own insecurity and can be a little bit petty about it, but Jae isn't one to avoid confrontation and calls her out on it if she's acting up when they're in private. Jae rarely gets jealous cause he's quite easy going and is confident in Marina's feelings about him. On the rare occasion that he does get jealous, Marina noticed quickly and gets a bit more affectionate and PDA to reassure him non verbally.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?) Some quick pecks during detention or in the library are quite common. But the longer ones are in places where they can be alone, both prefer privacy and aren't that much into PDA. Unless Jae is in a teasing mood. As for their first kiss, it was in the restricted section of the library. The two snuck in to find something they could use with either the vaults or useful information. Marina noticed a book she also had at home that she loved reading as a child. She started fangirling slightly cause it's very advanced magic and Jae thought she looked so adorable, like a kid in a candy store, so he couldn't help himself and kissed her.

L= Love (Who says ‘I love you first?) Marina did, in their seventh year. I still need to figure out a few of the details there.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?) Probably will be the summer festival side quest. Will definetely write a one shot about it once it comes out. But for now I'd say the time they made fudge together for Pitts.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil one another? Do they buy the person they love everything?) Jae gives small gifts from time to time, like a banned item he think she'd like or find useful. Most of his gifts are practical or cute. Sometimes he wishes he could spoil her more but Marina reminds him she prefers his company over anything material. Marina comes from a very wealthy family and loves spoiling her friends, but sometimes she takes it a bit too far. Jae doesn't mind it that much but had to explain to her that sometimes he prefered a hug over some kind of expensive item. That conversation took place a few times before Marina finally managed to reel it in. (She still goes all out on occasions like Christmas or Jae's birthday-) 

O=  Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?) Marina immediately thinks of yellow, cause of the signarture "gold" hoodie. Jae thinks of purple, without a doubt.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?) They only started using pet names to tease one another but somewhere along the line they started saying some of them unironically. Mostly in private, tho. Marina's usual pet name for Jae is "darling," and Jae only ever really calls her "kitten." Altho that one is purely to tease her for her animagus form.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?) Exploring Hogwarts. The castle is very old and has more secret passways and tunnels than they could probably ever find.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?) So there's a hidden room in the dungeon that's under the black lake and is entirely made of glass. The ceiling, the floor, the walls, you can see trough it all, as if you were in the lake. These two love to just go there and stare at all the mermaids and sea life that goes by while they sneak in some blankets, pillows and some butterbeer.

S = Sad (How do they cheer each other up?)

When Marina is upset, physhical affection works almost always. Something as simple as holding her for a few minutes calms her down pretty often. She just needs a safe spot to let all the tears out.

When Jae gets sad, he rants to let it out. He paces around in the room while ranting and Marina listens quietly. Once he's done she'll pull him in for a hug and tries to talk about whatever the issue is. If Jae doesn't want to talk about it, she'll start making stupid, corny jokes to make him laugh.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?) Practically anything. For Jae it's cooking, pranks, how to bend the rules, hobbies and interest and funny/weird things he noticed. Marina loves talking about advanced magic, gossip she learned from the mermaids, quidditch or joking around in general.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?) Jae likes to take long walks outside of the castle to help him relax. Marina prefers to stay in a room with some music on, where she won't have to do anything but just breathe. If they both need to relax they often just take a quaffle and toss it around while making small talk.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?) Jae likes to brag from time to time, most of the times it's about a new recipe that he got in one try, or an especially difficult item that he managed to sneak in. Marina mainly brags about things related to quidditch. Only very sometimes when people are being annoying she brags about the cursed vaults to make a point.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?) Hehehehe, no spoilers ;)

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?) Can't help but immediately think of Rollercoaster by Bleachers, not sure why. They don't really have a song yet, but maybe that'll change?

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?) Honestly? Neither never thought about it seriously in the beginning. It's about two years after they graduated when they decide together that they'll start considering it but sadly then rumors about voldemort returning showed up.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?) Marina wanted a kneazle, Jae a crup pup. They end up getting both and named them, ironically, Merlin and Arthur.

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Tagging @hanihonii perhaps you would like to do it~? Cause I wanna know more about Stephanie and Ben  👀

[clovermunson]

Fluff Alphabet- Charlie Weasley and Emma Galloway

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

One thing Emma finds most attractive about Charlie, oddly enough, are his freckles. In a weird way, it’s like they accentuate his facial features. Another thing is his personality, how he’s very laidback but he’ll always come through for her.

When it comes to Emma, there isn’t much that Charlie doesn’t like, if there’s anything at all. His favorite, by far, are her eyes. They’re always so expressive and hold so much hidden emotion that he wishes he could just understand the half of.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

At first, they were both very hesitant about ever having children. Emma choosing to be a Healer was a safe, reliable choice of profession, but Charlie choosing to be a Dragonologist and Emma taking it up as a second profession proved to be tricky for them to feel comfortable having children. About two years after their marriage in 1994, they’d finally decided to start trying to have a child.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Charlie is usually the big spoon, but sometimes they’ll cuddle face-to-face, with Emma’s face buried in Charlie’s chest.

They’ll cuddle nearly anywhere they can comfortably fit.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Most dates are adventures for these two, starting out with them searching for dragons near Hogwarts as teenagers, taking trips to the Black Lake for a swim, and Charlie flying them around on his broom. Sometimes, there’s the romantic, formal date.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Emma is Charlie’s everything. He nearly made the mistake of losing her once and he wouldn’t dare even try it again. He couldn’t lose her because then he’d be lost.

Charlie is Emma’s life, every choice she makes is with him in mind, and she’s very thoughtful in thinking of how he’d feel about certain situations.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Emma knew she was in love the moment she looked into Charlie’s eyes on their first official date. She knew from that moment on, she was done for.

When Charlie saw Emma at the Celestial Ball in her light blue dress, perfectly curled hair, very little makeup, and her always radiant smile, he was immediately love-struck. He knew she was beautiful both inside and out, but he never thought he’d see her in a dress.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

They’ve very gentle with each other. Charlie has a lot of natural strength and some built-up strength from working out for Quidditch and to work with dragons in the future, so he’s always very careful to make sure he doesn’t hurt Emma. Emma, according to Charlie, is just naturally gentle without even trying.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

With their fingers interlaced, Charlie’s thumb over Emma’s. They’ll hold hands all the time, studying in the library, the common room, or the Great Hall.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Emma first noticed Charlie’s affinity with dragons and his smile. Both of these things caused her to take a liking to him. At first, Emma was a little wary of the second oldest Weasley, but she quickly grew to like him.

Charlie noticed Emma’s smile before anything else, which seemed infectious to him. How she lit up a room was evident to him, and left a good impression on him. Soon after, every time she smiled, he was smiling.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

They both can get very jealous at times.

Emma doesn’t like when other girls with blatantly stare at Charlie, even when she’s sitting right next to him. She’ll scoot closer to him and hold his hand, or plant a kiss on his cheek.

Charlie, if another guy even so much as glances in Emma’s direction for a second too long, will wrap his arms around Emma’s waist and pull her closer to him, kissing the top of her head.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Very soft, gentle kisses are the norm for them, and it’s usually Emma who will initiate them, sometimes Charlie will surprise her and quickly peck her lips. When it comes to the more heated, nobody-can-see-us-so-lets-go-for-it kind of kisses, Charlie initiates them every time.

Their first kiss was more of a mutual thing, with the both of them kind of having a sense that it was about to happen, though it was initiated by Charlie in the Gryffindor common room in 5th Year while nobody was around. This was their first passionate kiss, and it just had to be interrupted by Bill, much to Charlie’s annoyance.

“Dammit Bill, do you ever knock?”

“What do you mean? This is the common room, you git.”

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

On a technicality, Charlie. Though they both said it at the same time during a swim in the Black Lake, where their first kiss almost happened. Leave it to Bill to ruin that moment too.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Their first dragon-hunting date. They went out by the Black Lake, where Charlie had sworn he’d seen a Norwegian Ridgeback. Though they never saw a dragon, they spent most of the night talking to each other and laughing at each other’s stories and jokes.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Charlie spoils Emma more than he should, honestly. Every time he sees something that he knows Emma would love, he just has to buy it for her.

Emma will sometimes buy little gifts for Charlie, and sometimes she’ll spend just a little too much to get something she knows he’ll like.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Charlie: colors like yellow and red remind him of Emma. Yellow because of how she’s always in a cheerful, playful mood, and red because of how passionate and determined she is to always prevail in her journeys.

Emma: orange and red remind Emma of Charlie. Orange partially because of his wavy, long hair, and because of his energetic nature and creativity. Red because his passion matches hers and his unyielding courage. It takes a lot of courage to willingly want to work with dragons, and Charlie has just that and more.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Charlie: Princess, Babe, Baby, Honey, Darling, Love, Sweetheart

Emma: Honey, Love, Sweetheart, Babe, Baby, Dragon Tamer

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Definitely vintage things like vinyl records, old payphones, and antique items

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

During their Hogwarts years, they’ll sit in the common room together and enjoy a cup of tea while they’re studying together. When they’re in Romania, they’ll cuddle up on their couch or bed, listening to the rain pelt against the roof and windows of the small cottage, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

It comes down to them usually having to cheer each other up, because either they can’t cheer themselves up or their friends can’t. More often than not, Charlie can cheer himself up with just the mere though of Emma, and she can cheer herself up with just the thought of Charlie. But to cheer each other up, they’ll always make dumb little puns and jokes to each other, and words of affirmation are a key point.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Anything about dragons

Their future

More often than not, each other and how much they love each other

How Bill can be a bit of a nuisance to them

Care of Magical Creatures

Who is the better student (usually relating to specific classes)

Who is more deserving to be a Prefect

Who’s family can be more annoying (usually Charlie wins this argument)

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

For Charlie, during his Hogwarts years, it’s being able to crash and take a nap in his dorm, or on the common room couch. Sometimes Emma will be on the couch, so he’ll just lay his head in her lap and mentally clock out for the day while she’s playing with his hair. After, it’s being able to come home to Emma and just kiss her for as long as he wants. Sometimes he’ll try and get it to become something more, and he’s almost always successful.

During her Hogwarts years, Emma is most relaxed by being alone in her dorm and lighting a candle if she’s not able to crash on the common room couch with Charlie. After, it’s lighting a candle and taking a warm bubble bath, that Charlie will sometimes ask if he can join but will never admit that he likes because Bill would give him so much shit for it.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Charlie absolutely loves showing Emma off to everyone and he 100% will ‘my girlfriend’, ‘my fiancée’, or ‘my wife’ someone to death. He just can’t believe out of everyone she could’ve had, she chose him.

Emma loves showing off all of Charlie’s dragon drawings, notes, and dissertations, as well as his Quidditch accomplishments and not to mention, his well-maintained athletic figure.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

On his birthday in 1993, Charlie proposed to Emma at the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary. They had been working with a nursing Romanian Longhorn, and Emma had her back turned to Charlie to tend to the dragon chicks, and he took his chance to get down on one knee and ask for Emma’s hand in marriage. When Emma turned around, she was surprised to see Charlie down on one knee. Emma didn’t even think about saying yes, and instead just pulled him into the most passionate kiss they’ve ever had, when they pulled away from each other she had the most playful smirk on her face as she asked, “does that answer your question?”, and Charlie already knew that he had a definite answer.

On December 28th, 1994 Charlie and Emma got married in a small ceremony at the Burrow, with their families and friends in attendance. Emma ended up taking the Weasley name, as she was proud to become a Weasley. Charlie chose Bill as his best man even though he tried to act like he didn’t want to.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

There’s a few that come to mind

Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper

Hooked on A Feeling by Blue Swede (Charlie actually played this song a lot when he first realized he liked Emma, and then Bill told Emma about it)

Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx

My Girl by The Temptations (this one was found by them playing an old record, and Charlie acted like a complete goof about it)

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Marriage is often talked about in their last year at Hogwarts, as they’re both so set on being able to move in with each other as soon as they can. Charlie was surprisingly the first to bring up the topic.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Ideally: a dragon.

Realistically: dogs and/or cats

[collecting-stories]

Enchanted - Crutchie Morris

A/N: canon-era newsies fic. Based on AKB’s Crutchie cause he’s too cute. 

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There was no denying that Crutchie, with his strawberry-blond hair and effervescent smile, was a sight to behold. The last bit of light illuminating a room through a window and warming anyone who stood in its path. Perhaps a little blinding at first glance but nevertheless beautiful and welcomed amidst the gloom of everyday life in New York. A vast and overpowering city, it was want to make you miss the farm you’d worked on before this but Crutchie made it a little more bearable, even if you only saw him briefly as you grabbed the paper and groceries for your employers.  

“I really am starting to get used to the market,” you mentioned, bright and early as you skimmed the front page of the paper you were sure to purchase.  

“I can’t believe theys don’t have ‘em up north.” Crutchie replied, sparing a smile for a lady that was passing. She slowed and he waved a paper in her direction, seeming to reel her in with it the way one might reel in a fish.  

“I’m sure they do but there’s no need for them where I lived, didn’t make a lick of sense to be selling eggs to people who can already buy eggs. Not even milk delivery came ‘round.” You confided as you finally pulled a nickel from your coin purse.  

“That’s too much,” Crutchie insisted, as he always did.  

In truth it did cut into your income to pay him a full nickel or dime instead of the penny it cost for the paper but you weren’t bother led by it. The family you were in service to now boarded you in their home and you had no one to send your income to so it was solely yours.  

“It’s a tip,” you insisted right back, “your smile is like the sun on a winter day Crutchie.”  

Crutchie flushed a red so deep it looked threatened to match the beets in your basket. It dusted his ears and his freckles disappeared completely.  

“Yous got a way wit words.”  

“I’ll see you tomorrow Crutchie.” You promised,  tucking the paper under your arm and heading in the direction of your house.  

You looked nice enough, plain of dress but he didn’t think anything of it. You had never said you were in service to the household where you lived only that you lived on Poplar street and Crutchie knew it to be richer folk. Not the Katherine Pulitzers of the world, surely, but richer than Davey’s family by leaps and bounds. All you had told him was that you had moved here from up north. You regaled him with tales of the white winters and the beautiful summers in the farming community. The woods and the vast amounts of green pastures everywhere. It sounded like a fairytale, a place too good to be true, like Jack’s Santa Fe. Why should anyone trade such an ideal for the overcrowded streets of New York? He was want to ask but it knew it wasn’t his place. He didn’t know you like that.  

Crutchie has met you the first time you’d gone to the market, walking home frustrated and completely lost, you’d flagged the newsie and asked directions. He’d been hooked ever since. Jack told him that he gave too much of himself to others and that he ought to be careful.  

“Tread lightly.” Were his exact words.  

But Crutchie couldn’t be bothered listening. He was sitting up late at night scrubbing stains out of his vest that had been there since it was sewn. There was no convincing him to go about things slowly.  

“Extra! Extra! Gold found in New York!” Crutchie shouted, waving his arm as he held the paper up. Down the street he could hear Racetrack shouting about a baby born with two heads. Impossible but Racetrack was just sure enough of himself to convince a person it might be true.  

“Least gold makes sense, all those folks moving to the gold towns out west.” Crutchie had joked earlier that morning as he split a stale bagel with his housemate.  

“Theys ain’t stupid, New York ain’t got nothing but rats and garbage.”

“But theys supposed ta believe a baby wit two heads?”  

“I can’t argue wit the people Crutch. They like crazy stories.” Racetrack replied, stuffing the rest of the bagel in his mouth and swallowing it down with water.  

“Just don’t go spreading ya stories on my corner. I’ll have ta soak ya.” Crutchie teased, pretending to whack his friend with his crutch.  

Race was far enough away that he wasn’t pulling any business from Crutchie but he could still hear the over-sensationalised story being advertised to the folks of New York. Both boys would age of the lodge, and of newsie work, soon and they’d been talking about splitting rent with Finch and Mush somewhere near by. There were more than a couple tenement buildings around and Finch had already gotten a second job running machines at a factory near the Hudson. But before Crutchie threw in the towel on being a newsie he wanted to see where his chances sat with you. If he wasn’t hawking papers every morning you’d have no reason to see him, unless you wanted to.  

That was the thing that Jack was warning caution with. Asking you out, confessing his feelings, it was all nice in theory but you had better prospects than a homeless newsie, especially one depended on a crutch.  

“Crutchie!”  

He sold off another paper and pocketed the penny before spinning himself to see you walking his way, waving as you got closer. You waved the way people waved ships out of the harbour, excited and joyful.  

“Here for the pape?” He asked, already pulling one out.  

“I am, I heard a story about a baby born with two heads but I suspect he was lying.” You announced, “what’s yours say?”  

“I’s got gold in New York,” Crutchie offered, handing over the paper that did indeed speak of gold-fever outside the city.  

“Golds tricky business. If it’s there it’s good but if it’s not...” you trailed off, your usual smile faltering just a bit as you took the paper from him.  

“Ya ever seen any?”  

“No, can’t say I have.” You perused the paper as usual, reading through the front page as Crutchie continued to sell.  

“Before ya head off,” Crutchie began to say, drawing your attention away from the paper. “I’s wondered if I could escort ya home sometime?”

“I would love that,” you couldn’t help the smile that spread on your face. You’d been stopping to chat up Crutchie for a while now because you liked the newsboy. He was cute and charming and funny and while you were sure he flirted with everyone you liked when he smiled at you and flirted with you. “You could uh, walk me back today?” You offered.  

You had been in the city long enough that you knew both the longest and the quickest route to get home. You took Crutchie the long way back, walking slowly as you did. All the rules about flirting you had learned from the kids at your last service. The shy looks, the accidental brush of a hand or a trip over air only to hold his hand, a sweet smile and laugh at everything he said. You disregarded all of those rules though, instead taking Crutchie’s free arm and walking with him along the street.  

“Do ya like the city so far?” Crutchie asked.  

“It’s nice...it’s always busy. I do like that this house has less kids, and less land.” You replied, “walking to get some eggs at market is a lot easier than wrestling with a bunch of chickens every morning. Or milking a cow!”  

“Oh,” Crutchie said, “I thought yous lived on Poplar.” He was surprised to hear you say that you were in service. But more than that he felt a little more hopeful.  

“I do, but I live in the servants’ rooms, off the kitchen.” You explained, “it’s a pretty nice job, all things considered.”

“I’m sure it beats being a newsie.” He replied.  

“For me certainly, I’d be a lousy newsie...no one would ever buy a pape from me.”  

“I would.”

“You’re too sweet to me Crutchie.”

“I mean it, nothing sells a paper faster than a beautiful face.” He replied, blush staining his cheeks.  

“That’s why you sell so many,” you teased, leaning over quickly and kissing his cheek. You pulled away just as fast, watching the smile that took over his face.  

The two of you walked the rest of the way back in silence, stealing quick glances at each other. When you arrived at your employer’s house on Poplar you led him to the side entrance, in the alley. The kitchen door was open and a few of the other workers were inside, pretending not to look at the two of you but glancing over curiously.  

“Thanks for escorting me home Crutchie, I really enjoyed walking with you.”  

“Maybe I could walk you tomorrow too?” He offered, holding your hand.  

“I would really like that.” You said, kissing his cheek once more, “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“See you tomorrow.”  

Crutchie took the quick way home, heading straight for Racetrack’s corner to tell his friend that he owed him a dime. Racetrack had bet Crutchie that she would be too upper-class for him but two kisses and the promise to walk together tomorrow told Crutchie otherwise. He had won, more than just the dime he was already planning on using to buy you a bouquet of flowers for tomorrow.  

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More newsies. 

[macybeckham7]

Fluff Alphabet- John Stones

A- Attractive {what do they find attractive about the other?}

John is obsessed with your eyes, he could lose himself in just staring into your ever changing orbs, which changed depending on your mood. He loved how gentle you were and how optimistic you were.

B- Baby{do they want a family? why/why not?}

You both are just enjoying the carefree lifestyle but whenever he sees you around his teammates children he cannot wait for you to be pregnant.

C- Cuddle {how do they cuddle?}

You are more of a cuddly person out of the two of you, you practically hang off him like a koala bear as he takes you around your shared house.

D- Dates {what are dates with them like?}

You both love going on adventure dates, also doing something fun which causes you both being competitive.

E- Everything {you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world...)}

"You are my knight in shiny armour" whatever situation you are in John is there in a heartbeat to come and help you. You are quite clumsy so he ends up always having to get the first aid box out to patch you up, which is when you say it as you kiss him.

F- Feelings {When did they know they were in love?}

You both weren’t 100% when it come to how serious you both were but both just loved being around eachother and how the other made them feel.

G- Gentle {are they gentle? If so, how?}

He is ever so gentle with you, always talking you in a soft gentle voice, every touch he gives you is gentle, he treats you like a young animal not wanting to startle you in any way.

H- Hand {Hand/Hold how do they like to hold hands?}

He likes holding you hand and communicating through them, you squeezing them when you are uncomfortable in a situation with him squeezing back to tell you he is there.

I- Impression { first impression/s}

When you first met you knew who he was, you were flustered just because he is a Manchester City but you weren’t sure if he was just going to be an rude big for their boots footballer. Once you got to speaking you realised how much of joker and light hearted guy he was.

J- Joker{ are they into pulling pranks?}

You guys mainly pull pranks on Walker and Raheem, you mainly just adding to John's ideas but you always love seeing their faces when it goes to plan.

K- Kisses{how do they kiss?}

He always kisses your nose which he does to try and get you in a better mood. Whenever you are cuddling you always kiss his neck, which always drives him crazy.

L- Love { who says I love you first?}

He says it to you first, he says it to comfort you after having a stressful day and you are having a breakdown, when he says it you goofy smile at him and attack him with kisses.

M- Memories {their favourite moment together?)

Both of your favourite memory is the same moment but you both remember it differently. It was after your third date and it was pissing it down and you guys leg it from the bar to the car, you being your clumsy self you slip over with him saving you from tripping in your face. You both end up burst out in floods of laughter as you get soaked in the rain and end up dancing and signing in the rain.

N- Nickel {do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?}

He loves spoiling you, it might not always be an expensive gift but whatever he buys you has thought behind it. It could be your favourite flowers, your favourite take out meal or just remembering you wanted new tights or jeans and surprises you with them.

O- Orange {what colour reminds them of their other half?}

Grey, whenever you are away from each other he loves looking up at the moon which makes him feel you are with him even though the miles that separate the two of you.

P- Pet Names {what pet names do they use?}

‘Darling’ or ‘’Gorgeous’ are the main two but you both come up with random ones on the daily basis.

Q- Quaint {what is their favourite non-modern thing?}

He leaves you notes in the morning, whether it’s on his pillow after leaving for training or leaving it in your bedside drawer when he is away on club or international duty. The notes usually just telling you how he appreciates and loves you, not wanting you to forget.

R - Rainy Day {what do they like to do on a rainy day?}

Rainy days are the perfect excuse for the two of you to do your latest hobby, you both sit in the living room in your complete element as you draw or paint or even sew.

S- Sad {how do they cheer themselves/each other up}

When City have had a bad game, you instantly prepare yourself for a moody John. Once he arrives you instantly take him to the sofa and put on his favourite film and cuddle as you both eat your body weight in sweets.

T- Talking{what do they love to talk about?}

You are always laughing and joking with eachother, he keeps coming up with riddles and just watches you as your face scrunches up in confusion as you try and work it out.

U- Unencumbered {What helps them relax?}

The only time you can get John to sit down for longer than fifteen minutes is by sitting on him and massaging him.

V- Vaunt {what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?}

He loves his car, always loving driving around Manchester showing off his wheels.

W - Wedding {when, how, where do they propose?}

He’s petrified when he decides he wants to propose, he knows deep down you’ll say yes but there is a little doubt. And to top it off he decides to get down on one knee at a family bbq at your house, you both completely break down and luckily you agree to be Mrs Stones.

X- Xylophone {What's their song?}

Angel by Shaggy ft Rayvon, only because he has always sang that to you (all the times happened to be when he was drunk but it ended up being your song)

Y- You {the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)}

You are the Woody to my Buzz. You both being the biggest Toy Story fans.

Z- Zebra {if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?}

You’d probably get two cute fluffy cats which you decide to call Buzz & Woody.

[spideyscnse]

Mask

Word Count: 1.5K

Pairing: Stark!Avenger!Reader x Peter Parker

Warnings: just lots of fLuFf ???

Summary: Y/N is hanging out with Peter in his room as they do homework, until she becomes a bit curious about how the suit works and the two of them end up getting distracted.

Note: Please don’t plagiarise my work!

Masterlist

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“So, which idea would you rather go with?” Peter Parker said, gesturing at the two mind maps that you’d worked together on and you’d taped onto the wall.

“I like the first one more,” You said contemplatively, from where you were sitting on the top bunk of his bed—the one you slept in whenever you slept over.

The two of you always worked together whenever the teacher allowed you to pick your pairs, having always clicked with each other and agreed with ideas since you’d met two years back, at the airport battle—only after discovering that you actually both went to the same school.

Even the teachers sometimes paired you two together, knowing how well you worked together and how good the work you did together always was.

Besides, it wasn’t exactly a secret to everyone (except for Peter) that you had a massive crush on him.

“I like it, too,” Peter said, nodding in agreement, “I feel like we could expand it,” he pointed to one particular area of the mind map, “here, and pull some thoughts from the other idea to build on our concept.”

“Yeah,” You said, hopping down from your spot on the top bunk to join him where he was sitting on the carpeted floor, “That’d be good. Wanna get brainstorming?”

He shrugged, “Sure,” and pulled out two pencils, passing one to you with a smile, because he knew that you neverhad pencils, and you gave him a grateful smile in thanks, taking the pencil between your fingers.

Unrolling a massive roll of paper that Peter kept under his desk, he tore off a sizable section and spread it out on the floor.

“So, we can start here,” You said, drawing a circle at the middle of the paper and writing the name of your concept inside of it, “And then stretch out with the sub-sections.”

“Yeah, that’d be cool,” Peter said, a tiny bit of pink rising to his cheeks when you patted his hand and told him, “Let’s get going, then.”

Even though you had seen his tiny blush, you knew that he’d also spotted the slight redness of your cheeks before you’d averted your gaze and covered your face with your long brown hair as you began to scribble across the paper.

After about three quarters of the paper was filled in, your hand was starting to ache, and you were really ready to take a break.

Glancing over, you noticed that Peter was still consumed in his work, his face super close to the paper as he tapped his pencil against the side of his head in a way that you found extremely cute, especially as he pursed his lips in thought.

“I think I got it!” He exclaimed suddenly, turning to you, making you jump.

You weren’t fast enough to look away and pretend like you hadn’t been staring at him, and as you realised that you’d just been caught staring, heat rose to your cheeks and you said, “Really?” In a feeble attempt to cover up your embarrassment, even though the small, almost smug smile at the corner of Peter’s lips as he turned away and wrote down whatever idea he’d thought of on the paper, revealed that he had definitelycaught you.

Desperately trying to quell the embarrassment building inside of you, you bit your lip and glanced around his room, taking in the science-y things, the several Star Wars items, the unmade bed, and then the blue and red pile stuffed at the corner of his room, right beside his desk.

The all-too-familiar Spiderman suit that your dad had made for him.

“Hey, Pete,” you said, crawling over to the suit and grabbing it carefully, before making your way up to the top bunk, “How does your suit work, exactly?”

“Didn’t you help to build it?” He said, his attention now fully on you as he placed his pencil on the floor, kicking the massive piece of paper to the side as you pulled out the mask from the pile and looked inside of it, checking to see if there was anything special in there.

“I helped to designit,” You corrected, shaking your head, “You know, pick the colours and everything. My dad is very possessive about his own projects—so I usually just work on my own stuff because he doesn’t like it when I accidentally mess things up.” You chuckled a bit.

“Your Dad’s a genius, though,” Peter said with a light laugh, swinging around the bed frame to climb up the ladder and reach your bunk, “Did you know that I have so manydifferent kinds of webs now? It used to be just the one kind, but now there are a ton of them.”

“I heard that you managed to hack it,” You said with a laugh, which made Peter’s ears go red, “So clearly my Dad’s not too genius. Even though he kind of is. But you know.”

“That was Ned, actually,” He said, sitting directly opposite you, picking up the suit in a bundle as he felt the familiar material between his fingers, “He’s better at that sort of thing.”

“What, hacking Spiderman suits?” You joked, still holding the mask in your hands.

“Not specifically,” He laughed, “Doing tech stuff in general.”

“Oh, well, you’re pretty good at that, too,” You said, slapping his shoulder lightly, half-smiling.

“Says the tech-genius daughter of Tony Stark,” He scoffed.

“Says Spiderman,” You retorted, “I don’t even have a superhero title.”

He shook his head, “You don’t needa title, Y/N.”

“Well, yeah, but it’s pretty cool to have one,” You said, furrowing your eyebrows as you noticed that the eyes of the suit had special mechanisms that allowed the eyes to change size, something you’d never really wondered about before, “Whoa, how does this mask work, exactly?”

“You wear a mask, too,” Peter pointed out.

“Yeah, but I built my own one, and it’s not as cool as yours,” You said, still fascinated by all the tech hidden inside the spandex-like material.

“You can try it on, if you want to,” Peter said with a shrug, a half-smile on his lips, “If you’re so interested in it.”

Your eyes lit up, “Really?”

This made Peter laugh a bit, “Sure.”

Pulling the mask over your head, you blinked several times, getting yourself adjusted to the mechanics of it, feeling the whirring of the eyes as you furrowed your brows, the expression on the mask no doubt changing along with yours.

“Why do you look so confused?” Peter asked in amusement.

“Do I?” You asked, reaching up to touch your face and feel the mechanics of the mask, “It feels so weird.”

“Well, I’ve gotten used to it,” He said with a chuckle, “I mean, your suit is made out of iron, so—,”

“It’s actually a nickel-titanium alloy,” You corrected, as you always did.

“Right, right,” He replied, shaking his head in amusement, “I think you’ve told me before.”

“Yes, but you always forget,” You said, before the two of you lapsed into silence.

After a long moment of neither of you saying anything, you finally sighed and said, “Isn’t it so cool to be Spiderman? Like everyone knows you as Spidermanand you’re so iconic around New York and everything—,”

“Y/N, you’re awesome just the way you are,” He interrupted, cutting off your rambling.

“Everyone only ever knows me as Tony Stark’s daughter, and I know I’ll never be as smart as him, or as strong as him, and it’s just—,”

“Hey,” He said, cutting you off again, putting his hands on your shoulders, “Y/N, stop. You’re amazing just as you are. You’re amazing and awesome and great and beautiful—title or not. Even if you weren’tTony Stark’s daughter, I’d still think you’re so wonderful because you’re you, Y/N. Even if you weren’t at all related to Tony Stark, I think I’d still…” he swallowed, blinking several times as if to clear his thoughts.

“Pete?” You asked softly, wondering if he was going to continue.

“I think I’d still like you, Y/N,” he blurted out, his cheeks turning pink, “I’d still like you somuch. Because you’re perfect just the way you are—mask or not.”

“Pete…” You whispered as you pulled the Spiderman mask over your head so that you could really see Peter, just with your own eyes rather than through the mask, and before you knew it the distance between the two of you was gone and you were kissing—noses pressed together, hands in hair kissing—and you felt the sparks travel all the way through your body.

When you finally pulled apart, you said softly, a smile on your lips, “Peter, I like you too.”

You pulled him into a hug, breathing in a deep breath as you said, “Mask or no mask.”

( Masterlist )