#first marvel fic pls be nice

[jaythesaltybastard]

Title: Too-Loving Eyes

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Strange (Movies), Iron Man (Movies)

Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Pepper Potts/Stephen Strange, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) & Stephen Strange

Characters: Pepper Potts, Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), others mentioned - Character

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Stephen saves Tony in Endgame, POV Pepper Potts, minor Stephen POV, its like 3 paragraphs, Stephen is extremely obvious and Pepper is so onto him, Stephen Strange Parenting Morgan Stark, Pre-OT3, Slow Burn, but not really because there is no timeline, One-Sided Attraction, for now, Precious Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Established Relationship, Established Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Cloak of Levitation (Marvel), Tony Stark Has A Heart, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Time Skips, First Kiss, Stephen is like a baby deer, No beta we die like Tony (not), Fix-It

Summary: Tony snapped his fingers. Pepper was prepared to let go.

Then a wizard with too-loving eyes appeared, and the rest of their lives began.

[agentgayngel]

AND I’M THINKING, “DAMN, IF THESE WALLS COULD TALK”

• dawanjessie fic

• one-shot, hate sex

• dawan and jessie keep digging at each other and something finally snaps between them.

[bobluvbot]

drivers license

pairing: james potter x f!reader summary: 'cause he said forever, but now you drive alone past his street. notes: muggle&modern!au, angst, reader gets in a slight panic attack. james as your high school bf :') first fic in a looong while, pls be nice! 2.6k wc

The moment you set the parking brake on, the evaluator began writing furiously on the long sheet of paper. 

You should be combing through your actions and decisions for the twenty minutes that seemed to go by quickly, but you don’t. You know you did your best. You remembered what those green arrows and red signs meant. The yielding and the measured speeds. That the car follows where your eyesight lands so you have to be careful on what you set your focus on. Everything by the book.

Why is it that the things that stick would be those taught to us by the people who are simply not there anymore?

But then again, you remember that you also made hard brakes that made both you and the evaluator lurch an inch forward; and you got confused when he tried to distract you by fidgeting with the trinkets your mom left in her car and asking about it, like her work name tag. So who really knows if you get this or not? 

You probably wouldn’t. Damn, you already bought your own key ring and neck pillows for this car, and your mom called off from work for this---

“..you’ll be getting your license in a few days or so in the mail so continue checking for that.”

Your what? You stare at the man blankly as he hands you the sheet before unbuckling his seatbelt. You could tell he was confused at your blank stare, so he reiterates, “You passed. You have to go inside to get your temporary license, ‘cause the card one will take a while to arrive.”

You could have gone with a more sensible, mature choice of words. He always gushed about how he loved your wit whenever you both were writing or doing something with words. He would get this idea of a feeling he wants to put down, but it couldn’t fit in the tone he was going for, so he’d ask you for a word or a phrase that encapsulated all that. It would be a perfect fit most of the time; and if it wasn’t, he’d work around it and be stubborn about not changing it ‘till he has to (even if you assure him many times that you won’t get mad). You asked him once why, and he says so nonchalantly, as if he did not set alight fireworks and butterflies in your chest, that his works are collages of his feelings, memories, and the people he loved most. 

But despite all that, you were just able to give the evaluator an “Oh my god?!”, complete with a gaping mouth; to which he responds with an emotionless ‘congratulations’ before shutting the door and walking away.

When you got out of the car— still in disbelief and in confusion— you hyperfocus on how your parking was too askew that it took two spots in the lot.

You inwardly groan as the fact that you can legally be incarcerated now for driving above the speed limit when you’re late for class start to sink in more. 

Your mom would probably be so giddy once you meet her at the waiting area, carrying that tiny white slip that had ‘temporary license’ plastered across it, since she’s not going to pay for driving school anymore, plus the fact that she’ll be free from having to drive you to school and around the city anymore. 

To be honest, you weren’t planning for it to end like this. You– no you and James– actually had the perfect plan months prior. Test day would be on the twenty-fifth. You’d go around town by the twenty-sixth to go get party supplies, groceries for dishes he wanted to cook, and order his cake for pickup the day after. Then on his birthday, twenty-seventh of March, You’d come over to the Potter house to celebrate with everyone, and before the day ends, you’ll drive him around San Francisco. You’ll both pretend to be tourists, joining the crowd of visitors as they marvel at the city’s popular spots, as if you and James didn’t grow up having these places a short drive away. 

You love your home. Even with the everpresent traffic, lack of decent parking, and ridiculous prices of nearly everything the city sports, going home to the suburbs everyday provided balance. ‘We have the best of both worlds’, James would say. ‘We both can go out and be whoever we want in the city, but we still have the familiar quiet to go home to.’ 

He made loving this place easier— even if you can’t walk to the nearest McDonalds anymore since it’s a good drive away, far from having your old school, the library, the park, and a Walmart being in the same plaza back in your former suburb, a few minutes away from Los Angeles. Everything was more spaced out here, but you never felt the gaps in between destinations. You didn’t need to, especially when there’s always James, his beloved blue Chevy pickup he inherited from Monty for his fifteenth birthday, and his endless stories about football team practice that day or the most recent shenanigans Sirius and him had devised during Minnie’s AP English class, that kept you company. 

You grew to love this place as much you did home. So much so that you never considered leaving, while James apparently did.

“Y/N, do you still have somewhere to go? I’m heading in.” Your mom says as she taps on your window, shaking you from your reverie. You got home a while ago. She finished unloading all the groceries from the back to the kitchen inside. Those were multiple trips back and forth, yet you never noticed. A cold breeze runs past you despite the closed windows and you shiver. Not this again.

Rolling down your window, you give her the best smile you can muster up. “You can go ahead, Mom. I’ll try to drive around a bit on my own, you know, for practice.” You throw in an awkward chuckle hoping it was convincing enough for her to let you go.

“Don’t go too far now, it’s getting dark. Be back for dinner.”

You give her a nod and a smile. You wonder if she knew why, but you appreciate her for not prodding. You don’t even know why you’re acting like this.

After circling your block for the third time, you decide to park the car under a willow tree, taking time and effort to park flush against the curb for no reason at all. You just think maybe somewhere, somehow, a familiar voice will pop up behind you and gush about your near-perfect parking skills.

It was, what, two months ago?, that you saw that car sticker on James’ Etsy cart that said ‘cute girls hit curbs’. It was right after a (semi-successful) driving session after school, and James decided that it was a parallel parking day. He had knowingly directed you to a busy city street, where the only available parking was street parking, and everyone seemed to get the memo of his evil agenda and parked irregularly, leaving you with little to no choice but to squeeze your mom’s family van in between them. 

With a number of curb hitting that would’ve sent your mother’s insurance agent to consider hiking up prices just for the fact, you were close to tears. 

James was quick to drop his teasing smirk as he saw how your face fell, dejected. With a warm smile, he placed a hand on your shoulder and gently reassured you, 'Hey, you did this perfectly on your own a few hours ago, you got this, doll.”

“No, James,” you choke out, trying to stifle down the sobs down your throat. Someone honks behind you, and your body took it as a cue to start hyperventilating, the shivers making its way down the nimble fingers clutching the wheel hard. “I don’t think I can, there’s so many cars—”.

James was quick to roll down his window to gesture something to the other car. Could be an expletive to tell them to fuck off or a kind wave to tell them to go ahead (James could’ve easily done both), but the car moves away nonetheless, returning you both back to the earlier predicament.

He tried to redirect your attention back to him without touching you, nicknames and encouraging words leaving his mouth out of habit. He learned from past experiences that in moments where you get overwhelmed with something, touch could either jolt you back to him or spur on a full on panic attack. His attempts were futile, however, as you were too entranced by watching the side mirror closest to you, flinching each time a car passes the van, even making it lurch forward if the oncoming traffic goes too fast and too close. 

Unbuckling his seatbelt and placing the car on park in quick succession, he reached over the console and gently cupped your face in both his hands, tilting your chin up to meet his soft hazel gaze. James had always looked intimidating; the most rambunctious one in his kindergarten class, the one who stood up against taller students that pick on the quiet ones, and once the growth spurt kicked in he quickly rose up the ranks, from little league to your magnet high school’s uber-selective football team. 

But he also had the kindest of eyes, those precious ones where you don’t even have to look hard and wonder what they’re feeling as it provides a window straight to their soul. It’s always a gift to feel his gaze on you, to have the privilege of knowing where the seven tiny specks of green in each iris merge with the honey brown. 

He gently cupped your face in both hands, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. “Eyes on me, pretty.” 

James’ best trait was not patience, both of you had established that when you met in middle school. But when he got to know you and your tender-hearted nature, he tried his damndest to learn how. It’s crazy to think how much time spent in love can change a person inherently. You could’ve met James right then and there, and think he’s a natural. 

You shift your focus on his warm palms on your trembling cheeks, on his steady breathing. It slowed yours and soon became in sync with his. “There’s my girl. Let’s try again, hm? I'll guide you through it.”

Compelled by a mystical force, likely strong love and devotion to the boy who sat beside you, who looked at you like you’re capable of doing all things beautifully (one of which is parallel parking, apparently), you found yourself behind the wheel again with renewed vigor.

As you carefully edged the car towards the parking spot, James leaned over, his hand lightly resting on your thigh. “A little to the left,” he murmured.

“Turn the wheel slowly.” 

Firm hand on your shoulder, his steady presence gave you confidence to make adjustments based on your gut. “You're doing great, love.” You couldn’t see, but you felt the smile in James’ voice. 

Before you knew it, you were parked, albeit a snug fit. You heard shuffling, then you were wrapped in a tight embrace, bodies twisted in weird angles because you both forgot that unbuckling the belts were an option. “Knew you could do it, baby.”

You tried to throw some light punches to his chest despite your difficult position. “I still hate you for subjecting me to Geary street traffic.”

“Gotta throw you out on the deep end to learn how to swim!” he’d said, earning him a slap on the chest.

You laughed at that time, but maybe you should’ve taken that as a hint to what came next.

-

To kill time, you decide to take a picture of your temporary license and edit it for an instagram story. 

You get more and more lost through pictures and stories posted, trying to forget what you saw, that you forgot why you opened the app in the first place.

You wished, during the driving lessons, that you’d bothered to ask him, not only how to yield for an unprotected turn but also to live without him. So that you can make the most out of your senior year. So that you can drive around San Francisco without lugging a heavy heart. So that you could write songs again that weren’t about loss. So that you could be okay now that he’s gone. 

Mom says he’s not gone gone. He’s just off to college. You would be, too, soon enough. You could go to Yale too so you can be together. You give her a nod to satisfy her, to let her know it was something you’re considering; but in all honesty, you just wanted her to stop.

You and James weren’t perfect. There were ugly fights and soaked pillows and days spent without talk, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything better. You learned to finally befriend life because hatred was just too consuming to carry everyday. It was replaced with something bright and lovely you can carry around to keep you company. You’ve never felt anything remotely similar to it before. Somehow, someway, the warmth always came by when James was with you. 

One night while laying in his bed, after a long session of application essay revision, he tells you that Sirius broke off his long-term relationship because of college.

“What, why?”

He shrugs. “They’re heading to different ones.”

You were waiting for more details but he remained silent. “Just because of that?” You laugh. “That’s dumb.”

Now it was his turn to ask. “Why’s that?”

“It’s just college, Jamie. It’s just like when we go spend the holidays or summers with family. We don’t break up. We work around it. Because we know it’s not permanent. Nothing worth ruining a good relationship over.” You scoff, shifting your gaze from his hazel eyes to the white of your ceiling. “What a waste, I actually thought they were it for each other.”

He was silent. You turned to face him and he just gazed at you with an unreadable expression. “We’ll make it work like we always did, right, Jamie?”

He kissed your forehead in response. “Always.”

-

That was six months ago. 

Your knuckles turn white, a stark contrast to the black leather as you clutch the wheel as hard as you can. You could barely see through the tears that run uncontrollably down your cheeks. 

How can he be so okay now that I’m gone? 

You floor the brakes hard, flinging yourself forward before getting yanked back by the seatbelt. Some kid had kicked their red and gold striped ball towards the street. 

“Sorry!” You wave at the kids, signalling that it was okay. That they didn’t just give you a heart attack right then and there. 

You wipe your tears away in haste. It’s probably time to head home. Maybe these rogue feelings were just due to your sugar levels dropping, making both your mind and vision hazy.

But when you check your left if there’s something there you could hit, your eyes get caught on a familiar view. 

The Potter house. Same as before. It’s almost as if he’d go barreling out the doors to meet you outside, envelop you into a bear hug, and spin until you both feel dizzy with laughter. Now, his bedroom’s dark. A reminder that he’s not there. Your Jamie isn’t home anymore.

You head back to your house for dinner. 

[veeluvss]

fire alarm

autistic!jj who is affected by the fire alarms

this is the first fic i’ve properly written with jj being autistic, pls share your thoughts with me and let me know if you want more … or less

elle and hotch help (mainly elle)

sorry it’s taken me so long to upload new things, i’ve been super busy with uni and life in general :)

Elle could tell from a mile off. The anxious looks, the finger tapping, the quiet cloud that just came over her. She shot Hotch a look and they both glanced to JJ who was ready to break down any moment. It hadn’t come as a shock either, which was thankful - in a way.

Only half an hour before, the entire building was evacuated due to a fire alarm. They were herded like cattle down the stairs. No one could see their feet, their hands - nothing. It honestly felt like they were on the way to the slaughter house. And then the loudness of the alarm, blaring through the entire building. JJ hated it - yet she tried to keep herself composed. She was better than it. She could do it. She was going to be okay - that’s all she kept telling herself.

They managed to get back into the building after being outside for twenty minutes but the bullpen was a mess. People had just up and left so quickly. Hotch had called the team into the round table room to debrief on the rest of the days plans just as JJ was on her way to the bathroom. She couldn’t miss the debrief so she quickly followed the rest of them. She sat in her normal seat, next to Derek. However, he seemed to be completely oblivious to JJ’s struggles and was going on about how stressful the whole ordeal was. Spencer went along with it, spitting statistics about fires which only panicked JJ more.

Elle knew something needed to happen very soon before JJ had a complete meltdown. Hotch knew too.

“Right, Morgan and Reid, I want you to go down to the terrorist unit and get the files for the recent case. Garcia, we need the names and numbers for the families involved. Rossi if you get started on the directors report please.”

The team members mentioned left the room in a hurry and Elle moved to sit beside JJ. Hotch closed the blinds, shut off the lights and put a do not disturb sign on the door before leaving them alone.

“Sweetheart, can you hear me?” Elle asked gently, putting her hand on top of JJ’s trembling one as it reached to her face to pick at it again.

“So loud,” JJ whimpered, shaking her head.

“It was really loud but it’s nice and quiet in here. It’s just you and me.”

“Hold,” JJ asked, avoiding eye contact. Elle moved closer to JJ and wrapped her in a tight embrace. JJ needed the deep pressure therapy - it helped calm her so well and Elle was proud she recognised that was what she wanted and asked for it.

“I’ve got you. You’re safe now baby,” Elle sighed, squeezing JJ. JJ buried her head deep into Elle’s neck, hiding from the room.

Half an hour later, JJ was feeling much better. She’d calmed down completely and sat in Garcia’s office with her headphones on. Hotch let her off from work for the rest of the day, to relieve the pressure but she didn’t want to go home on her own. Elle still had work to do and they thought it’d be easier for her to be with Garcia. Someone fun, in a small space with little noise or disturbances. She sat on the floor, under the desk in her small safe space whilst playing her Marvel game.

However, it wasn’t long until another fire alarm ripped through the building. JJ didn’t notice at first, too engrossed in her game but then Garcia pulled off her headphones and reached for her hand.

“We have to go Jay,” Garcia said but JJ’s eyes were wide. She didn’t want to do that - not again. She shook her head and turned into the wall, closing her eyes tight and covering her ears. Garcia didn’t know what to do. She opened her door and looked around - just as Elle came round the corner.

“Oh thank goodness, she won’t move,” Garcia said, panicked.

“It’s okay, I’ve got it. You go,” Elle said. She crouched down beside JJ and reached for her but JJ threw up her hands, hitting Elle away.

“JJ, we have to leave now,” Elle told her sternly, ignoring the pain in her wrist.

“No, no no no no, I can’t!” JJ screamed, covering her ears and cowering further in.

“Agent, you need to leave-” a security guard said from the door.

“Give me a minute,” Elle replied, turning back to JJ.

“Come on love please, I’ll be there the whole time. We can go to the back we just have to get out,” Elle pleaded.

“I can’t,” JJ sobbed.

Elle sighed, there was no way JJ was moving and Elle couldn’t leave her. “Darling here, come into my arms.” JJ cried but moved over to Elle. She covered her ears and collapsed into Elle’s arms.

“Ma’am please, you have to evacuate,” the guard said again.

“God, I’m trying okayy.” Elle replied.She was trying her best not to explode at him. JJ was her priority, and the last thing she was going to do was force her to leave before she was ready. This has been a stressful enough day for JJ and she was not making it worse.

“Can’t go, I can’t,” JJ sobbed to Elle.

“Jay, we have to.” Elle stood up and pulled JJ with her. It was a struggle, it was hard and JJ fought. As soon as they got down the stairs, the younger girl collapsed to the floor again, shaking in fear. She swung at anyone who came near her and screamed at Elle from across the car park. The team watched on, as well as the many other FBI agents who had also been evacuated. No one could help the small girl as she screamed, rocked and cried - she wouldn’t accept any of it.

“Stay here with her, I’ll go grab her things. She needs to go home,” Hotch said to Elle after the building was deemed safe again. Elle nodded, agreeing JJ had to go home.

“Jay,” Elle whispered, moving closer to the trembling girl. Her hands were over her ears and her eyes shut tight. Elle rubbed her back, “We’re going to go home now.”

JJ nodded, removing her hands from her ears and agreeing : “Home.”

“Home, let’s go.” Elle smiled. She got JJ in the car as they waited for Hotch to bring her stuff. Elle put her belt on and stroked her hair to keep her settled. JJ was fiddling with her fingers so Elle grabbed a spare fidget toy from the glove box. JJ took it, signing a quick thank you, then played absentmindly.

Hotch came back down and handed Elle the bag. “Take a few days, both of you.”

JJ stimmed the whole way home, her hands fiddled with her fidget toy and she rocked back and forth in the passenger seat. Elle kept the music on a low volume wie and put gentle tunes on, as to not overwhelm her girl. It had beena tough day but Elle knew JJ was strong and knew she could get through it.

thank you to @cmfan2005 for the edits!!!

[lunaevangeline]

oceans & engines

{ Miya Atsumu x fem!reader }

wc : 1.9k+ (warning: angst)

Written for my bby's collab @satisfactooru "the mixtape collab". This fic is inspired by oceans & engines - NIKI pls check out her new album❤️

Miya Atsumu is your long-lost lover; your puppy love; your biggest heartbreak since high school. But never did you think once that you will reunite on the beach during the summer. 

You’re on your summer break, asking your group of high school friends and proposing an idea that it will be nice to have a small reunion. At first, everyone agreed, including Kita, Suna, Tsumu, and Samu. But the group of five was slowly reduced to 3 and then 2 when the decided date drew near. 

Kita said he will be busy because the sunflower harvest time is coming. Samu can’t come because he has an important client and the weekend is the busiest day of his business. Suna, you don’t have any idea what he really does but he argues that he has a short-term class during the summer break —though you knew he usually doesn’t take studies seriously. 

Here you are, trapped with your past love on the coastline of Hyogo, with the sound of the waves crashing against the coral reefs.

"All done!" Atsumu smiled proudly at the small tent he built. Your belongings already sat down prettily under the shade.

"Will ya start to change or we won't go to the sea until tomorrow?" He shifts his gaze to you who stands silently next to him. You already changed your clothes 15 minutes ago in the nearest changeroom.

You shake your head, nervously starting to unbutton the white oversized shirt outer, gradually revealing your bikini in black color. You were self-conscious, especially when his gaze is too oblivious following the way your hand unbutton one by one and discharging the pristine cloth.

Atsumu left gasping, he's trying his best to avoid his gaze being disrespectful at the sight. His palm groggily covers his mouth with the other hand supporting his elbow as if he's thinking of something (he's trying so hard to think about 'something else' actually) and if you noticed his ears reddened not from the sunburn.

You innocently batted your eyelashes, cautiously asking, "How is it?"

"It looks good on you!" he sends you a reassuring grin. 

"Damn so hot" he needs to suppress his squeak, not to make things awkward. He already knows you're hot and the fact won't change. 

"Let's go!"

He takes your hand and pulls you to the shore. His face lit up with glee, like a little boy who hasn’t seen the sea for years —that might be true considering how busy he was as a star athlete. 

You notice how Atsumu changed physically. His hair is now styled with a decent amount of gel. His muscles are well trained from the training regime of an athlete, showing off his hard work. You feel proud as a friend, you didn’t let go of him for nothing. 

Atsumu himself looks marvelous. Maroon shorts hanging on his waist, with a toned bare chest. He catches attention, some probably noticed that he’s a professional athlete. The way he gloriously drinks a bottle of water like the tastiest water he ever had, it almost looks like a popular commercial with the drips flowing over his chin and chest deliciously (you believe the sales of the product will skyrocket on how everyone’s watching at the free advertisement).

Some are busy admiring him from afar, not daring to approach because he has you by his side. For this very day, to have you and the beautiful view of the sea, Atsumu feels he's at the peak of life.

However, the way he laughs is still the same. The way he grins ear to ear whenever he sees you, and how the corner of his eyes crinkle and his irises gleam at your sight. Even his jokes and humor taste remains. Bringing you back to the time when you were hanging out in the corner of the classroom, surrounded by your group of friends to laugh over his antics. The mix of student chatters echoed in the room and the footsteps of people in the corridor plays in your head, it was the moment when you were waiting for the next class to start. 

His gaze was more innocent back then. It was a swift glance during the class, one desk away from you. When you caught him, he pretended to think about the lecture, which wasn’t the case. Sometimes he passed you a message through Suna, made you giggle over his silly scribbles on a torn notebook paper. He was your company during the class.

Do you remember the night of the Halloween party? With artificial fox ears on his head, he almost messed up all of Samu’s hard work. He clumsily stumbled on the food corner when he told you that you were the most beautiful devil he’s ever seen. Then he must be out of his mind when he sneaked to kiss you in front of your front door (luckily your parents didn’t see, or else a pair of shoes would land on his pretty face).

You bet Miya Atsumu and you were really good at pretending (especially as you were the president of the theater club). You are pretending there’s no such kind of history when your fingers intertwined five years ago or when you spent the night in his bunk bed while Samu was away. But it’s faltering when he remembered your favorite drink, the one he bought from the nearby vending machine. Or the way his eyes linger longer on your figure, exceeding the pause between the ocean waves.

It’s etched at the tip of his throat. He misses your laughter over the splashing salt water. Your protest when he missed controlling his strength while playing with the inflatable ball sounds like your nagging when he used to push himself too hard. He picks you up to throw you away into the fresh seawater, probably it was too close to his heartbeat, he misses having you in his embrace.

After hours of playing in the water body, you dry up and follow his way to the tent. When both of you decided to take a rest in the tent, you realized it was too small to fit in. Lying down, only his torso gets covered by the shade and if someone looks from the outside it looks comical, like a tent with 2 pairs of legs. You were fighting for a place at first and ended up with Atsumu circling his arm under your head.

"Just go to sleep if you feel tired," he soothed. You choose to make yourself comfortable, gradually lulled by his breath and heartbeat. 

Boisterous ocean waves break the sound in his head. He was lost in nostalgia feeling when he used to tail you everywhere. You let him play with your hair, engulfing the soft scent. 

"You changed your shampoo," he speaks as he stroke your head. It was an old hobby of him, remembering every product you used. The scent of your body lotion and shampoo, your favorite snack and beverage. 

"Of course, Tsumu. Time passed," you murmur half-asleep. It was not just yesterday, not even one week or two weeks. It's been 5 years since you walk on a different path.

You woke up first, to find him an inch away from your face. In the proximity, you can take a better look at his worth-swooning face, the tip of his nose, his philtrum down to the curve of his cupid’s bow, and his soft lips. Does it still feel the same? You must be out of your mind to think about it.

You get up to sit down and stretch your body, checking your phone if there’s any important message, but it seems not.

"You’re awake?"

Atsumu rubs away the lingering sleepiness in the corner of his eyes. You chuckle, describing how he sleeps like a dead log. He whines at your remark.

He mimics you, getting up and sitting down to face you. You realize you shared such a small space, and again you feel de javu. It’s too suffocating the way he watches you with the same adoring eyes. You turned around and were about to reach the zipper of the tent before his hand stops your wrist.

“Don’t go—”

You laugh half-heartily, “I’ll come back, just wanted to buy drinks for us.”

He doesn’t loosen his grip. You can feel his hand shivering lightly, did he have a bad dream?

“Don’t ever leave me again,” the words sting.

You grimace, looking at the pair of his eyes. “You were the one who choose to leave,” your voice croaked.

Now he hates himself. He didn’t mean to hurt you twice. 

“Sorry I—”

“I was the wrong one.”

You shake your head. You didn’t mean to make him guilty of the past event, although it was partly true. He was the one who chose to abandon your relationship when you wanted to give it a try. He was scared, he chickened out so easily at the thought of restraining your future (his future). But later he founds you on social media, smiling brightly as ever. Checking on how well you maintain your relationship with your high school mates, he deplores over the cut ties.

“I was—"

"I was young and dumb,” he corrects.

“That’s enough,” you whispered, low but firm.

Suna and Samu would probably agree. Because when you went to Suna’s house for a good cry, he cursed several times about how dumb his setter was, giving solace to your broken heart.

His touch behind the closed space is alluring. His calloused thumb caresses your cheek, cupping it in the hope your tears won’t brim at the clear memory of how your heart drops at every calling of the breaking up. He wanted to offer you consolation. But how can he? When he was the one who broke things up.

His hold is always cautious when it comes to you. The way he puts his hand on your waist is support for you not to break apart. His head nestled on the crook of your neck, his warm breath ghosting over your skin, mumbling “‘m sorry”. 

Your hand automatically reached for his locks, stroking them and reassuring him that was okay. Years have passed and you eventually recovered. Your other hand soothes his arms to his back, drawing the imaginary circle, hovering over the familiar skin which used to hold you. But for him, it was not. The thought of you in others’ embrace has always taunted him.

You closed your eyes as his face becomes closer. And you feel the taste of his lips on yours. It’s velvety and light. The same conversant feeling, answering your previous curiosity. He holds the back of your head to deepen the kiss and your hand tugged his blonde hair, grazing his undercut. He purrs under your touch.

The temperature is rising although the sun is setting. The touch of his fingertips is full of longing as if he didn’t want to part except for you to catch some oxygen. 

“Come back to me, won’t ya?” he breathed, pleading.

He pulls you in for the last kiss. It tastes like deep seawater, leaving a bitter-sweet feeling.

Your heart swayed, but your mind didn’t. You closed your eyes tightly before looking at those honey eyes again. A pair of eyes that you used to miss, the glints that you used to love.

“I won’t, Miya."

[stuckonjbbarnes]

sleepover with the oc's (& the boys crash it 👀) pls 🖤

The Proverbial Punching Bag {OCs x Marvel Mens}

Summary: Immediately following the ending to At Least Not Alone, the gang has a sleepover.

The OC Fics (in order of appearance)

A/N: Thanks for never giving up on me writing about my OCs and helping me remember who did what @buckysmischief

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“We’re still having a sleepover right? Steve didn’t ruin it, right?” Sasha whines.

“Yes, you’re all still welcome to stay, even Steve.” Sawyer adds before acknowledging her ex, “I forgive you for the way it ended. I don’t regret anything that happened after, so stop beating yourself up and let me be happy in my fucked up choices. Be happy with your own choices, that’s all we need.”

“I- knocking cuts Steve off.

“I’ll get it!” Jazzy jumps up, “I called in a reinforcement and he’s bringing more pizza!”

“YOU INVITED J?!”

The door swings open and like a flash Sawyer leaps over the couch and throws herself into a man. Pietro watches over his bottle of beer, as she’s twirled. The rest of the group watches in mostly confusion, save for Sam and Bucky who share a similar look of recognition.

“J? You guys know Joaquin?” Sam asks, attempting to piece something together.

“Know? I grew up with him!” Jazzy smiles, “He’s my favorite cousin.”

“I’m your only cousin.” Joaquin pouts, playfully jabbing her in the ribs.

“And therefore my undisputed favorite.”

“You know those two?” Sawyer throws a thumb over her shoulder towards Bucky and Sam, “I’m so sorry…”

“I’ve done a mission  or two with Sam…Bucky, I see your sleeve is still intact today.” The man grunts in reply, not at all the Bucky that Sawyer was used to but rather reminiscent of his soldier days.

“Would it kill you to be nice to new people for 2 seconds?” Sasha unsurprisingly berates him, causing a blush to creep across Bucky’s cheeks.

“It actually might,” Sam smirks.

“Fuck off Sam.” Bucky gripes, causing the whole of the apartment to erupt in laughter.

“Wait…so you guys are like friends? I thought you hated each other.” Joaquin’s eyebrows knit together and he receives both looks of sympathy and some eyerolls.

“Frenemies.” Tali shrugs.

“No no. They love each other.” Monroe intercedes.

“They’re both boring. Can we move on to someone significantly cooler?” Jazzy asks.

“Thor?”

“Can we not bring my brother into this?” Loki groans.

“J, who are you texting? Sitting over there with a goofy ass grin on your face…” Sawyer turns her attention to Torres.

“Just the love of his lifeeee.” Sam teases.

“Her name is Wren. If you must know.” Joaquin says, eyes not moving from the screen, “She’s just a girl from Tinder.”

“...that he saved from a shitty date. Twice.” Sam adds, throwing pieces of popcorn at the man.

“Well I want to meet her.” Daisy pipes up, earning a round of ‘of course you dos’ from the group. 

“No..no. Daisy’s right.” Sawyer agrees, “I’d like to meet her too.”

“This wouldn’t be the first time they shared feelings over something.” Scott chuckles.

“SHE THREW A POTATO AT HIM!” Loki and Tali both yell, much to Steve’s embarrassment.

“I think I’m missing something here.” Joaquin squints.

“It’s a lot to unpack.” Pietro shakes his head.

“I think you could write several movies with the amount of drama and hysterics in this friend group.” Sasha offers, “I would recommend running while you can.”

“It’s too late. He’s been introduced. He knows too much.” Tali smiles, looking less than friendly.

“Hey, miss witchy-woo, tone it down for like 5 seconds.” Scott interjects, “We’re making friends here.”

“This is the most fascinating night of my life…” Joaquin murmurs, “...and I’ve been curb stomped by a supersoldier.”

“BUCKY!” Sawyer’s jaw drops as she takes in her closest male friend.

“Woah. Woah. Woah…I did NOT.” 

“Sorry…flag-smashers.” J attempts to hide his grin. “I don’t think I’d be here right now if Barnes did it…”

“I can’t believe you think I’d curb stomp someone, Sawyer.”

“Bucky…you killed the majority of my newsroom.” She defends herself, “All I’m saying is it could’ve happened.” “He’s only known me for a few months.” Joaquin interjects.

“Have you seen, Mr. Grumpy-face over there?” Monroe challenges, “If stares could kill.”

“I told him about the staring thing…” Sasha sighs.

“We’ve all told him Sash.” Sam adds. 

“Can we stop ganging up on me?”

“See how not fun it is to be the proverbial punching bag?” Daisy asks.

“CALLING YOU EVERY FLOWER OTHER THAN DAISY WAS FUNNY…YOU TOLD ME YOU LAUGHED.” Sawyer cries, “I thought we moved on.”

“As the proverbial punching bag, I’d have to agree that it’s Bucky’s turn.” Steve nods.

“I hate you.”

“That’s your best pal.” Joaquin states, “...read about it at the Smithsonian.”

“And sometimes I hate him…”

“Sometimes we all hate each other.” Jazzy chimes in, “makes sleepovers more interesting.”

“So what do you say, Torres, you in the group or what?” Bucky asks and Joaquin breaks into a slow smile.

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[hongism]

HI BABY LISTEN. L I S T E N.

I spent the last few days, or week idek, reading mist of Celeste. WHEN I TELL YOU, YELL AT YOU, SCREAM TO YOU, that is one of the best fic ever. You tick all the cases for this one, I’m giggling I’m so fucking into this story you have no idea. Also I’m not just saying fanfic, but fic. I’m including all the books I’ve read and there’s a lot, let me tell you (also if you have any rec I’m all ears, really, if some inspired you for mist of celest specifically even if it’s not the same setting ie space piracy)

ANYWAYS first of all, space pirates. Bam, you have my heart. The world building is perfect, original enough for it to be interesting but not specific enough for it to be confusing (or taking too much time to understand). The characters ? Darling will you marry me ? I absolutely hate when author just fill their casting up with so so much trauma that it doesn’t make sense. You did it beautifully. Each character’s trauma makes sense, the way it evolves, the way it gets intwined with other characters, mixing everything up, it’s fucking alive. As it should be. There is development and adaptation, causes and effects, consequences to actions and thoughts behind every single one of them (even the lack of thoughts is justifiable and coherent). We feel for every one of them, and we also get mad at them sometimes for the way they act or the things they say. Feeling that way for fictional characters is an impressive achievement on the author’s part imo, because you succeeded in making it real enough for them to affect us.

Now the plot. I’m so mad, it’s so good. It’s so well made with the world building ? Like you cannot take this plot and just use it in another AU. It won’t work. That’s something I really like and makes it so much more enjoyable to read, like you’re really in this universe and not another one. In this story. The pacing helps a lot. You did a marvellous job with that one. It’s not too quick and not too slow, the interim chapters are a delight too when you want the extra information. Just like a treat that you can easily skip if you’re too hungry for the meal. The way you give out informations on the characters is… i don’t have any words for that. The foreshadowing is absolutely perfect. At the beginning ? For the siren thing ? I was giggling like mad and gasping when I realised things along the way (and before our lovely mc expressed those herself).

All in all, I’m absolutely in love with this story and also I have to agree with your bio (if you’re number one, I’m number two). But yeah, thanks a lot for the free amazing story, I’ll be keeping an eye out for the updates and pls pls pls pls pls pls if you write a book share the title and all here so I can run to the nearest bookstore and buy it. I love your writing style and what comes out of your imagination.

Alright, good night or good day depending on when you’ll see this <3

oh my GOSHHHH THANK YOU??? wow holy cannoli this made me smile so much my cheeks hurt a bit now ngl thank you 😭 first off for book recs i don't have many but a few of my faves that have really influenced my writing are pretty popular so i'm sure many already know them but ender's game, six of crows, mistborn, shadow and bone, the broken earth series, lovecraft's works, lord of the flies, the iliad and the odyssey!

all your compliments to the aspects of the story that i spent the most time on constructing and fine tuning seriously thank you ;;-; ah it's always always so so nice to hear my hard work paid off especially the aspects of the trauma and dealing with that trauma, that's what makes it so hard to sit down and right bc i have to get in that mindset to handle that so carefully that it's very hard to do sometimes ;-; evoking emotion from readers is always one of my goals with my writing and i love being able to do that!!

i always worry about the plot being predictable or the pacing being either too quick or too slow or just a bore to get through in general, and i love using the interims as a playground to offer info for those who want it, and as im sure is obvious I LOVE FORESHADOWING!!! my favorite reactions are the WAIT HUH WHAT reactions those are such a delight ldkfjaweljwlkef

hehe thank you thank you i have such a love and appreciation for writers especially here on this platform where is can be such thankless work and bee @atzfilm works so hard on their stuff and puts so much time and effort into it its seriously inspiring and amazing and i love getting to be her friend and getting to experience her writing and i love love love seeing her get appreciated for that work too :3 maybe one day i'll write a full on book i can't imagine a world that i'm not doing some sort of writing in so i'm sure that eventually one day it will come to fruition!!!

i hope you have a good night or good day depending on when i'm answering this <3

[kitausuret]

10 for ScarletVision or 14 for HarryFlash pls :)

You love to indulge me, Brieuc. 💖

So, this actually turned out a lot longer than I originally anticipated, because I got carried away, but actually it's your fault because you know I've had HarryFlash brainrot for the past few months. However, this is also the first fic I've managed to bang out in almost three months, so I thank you for the prompt from this post that i reblogged way back in... January.

Title: Learn to Let it Show Words: 2078 Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Harry Osborn/Flash Thompson Fandom: Spider-Man (comicsverse), Venom (comics), Marvel 616 Flash doesn't want to take his sweater off.

Read on Archive of Our Own, or below the cut!

14. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

As far as first dates had gone (well, the first date they were calling a date), all had gone well. Flash had seemed his normal, charismatic self, if not a little awkward, but it was kind of endearing, and if Harry was being honest, made him less nervous. They were just trying this, after all. Just seeing where things went. Catching up, after too long apart, and seeing if there was any room for more in the midst of their busy lives. 

Flash did seem a little different now, though. Not in a bad way. Something had changed in him after his months overseas (which he was oddly dismissive of, but Harry wasn’t going to bug him about his work with the VA any more than Flash would bother him about Parker Industries), almost like he was more at ease with himself. Like he’d been carrying this big weight, but now it was lifted off his shoulders and he could finally breathe again. Harry knew a little something about that. 

He almost wanted to ask, but that could happen another time. After all, they were already planning to catch—

“—the Yankees game next Saturday, right?” 

"I've already texted Donna to make sure the day's open." Harry followed Flash into the apartment and put his jacket on a coat tree. “The kids like that you’re coming around more often, too. I think Normie enjoys your company. It’s…” He paused, trying to think of the right words. “Nice, having you around again. You were gone for a long time.” 

Flash scratched the back of his neck and lowered his eyes to the floor. “Yeah, I was. Sometimes you take opportunities life throws at you and then realize where you really belong is back home.” When he looked back up at Harry, though, he smiled. “I’m glad we’re giving this a shot, though, Har. I mean it.” Flash wheeled himself into the kitchen and called over his shoulder, "Do you have a minute before you have to go? I could make you… uh… coffee?"

"Flash, it's after eight."

"And?"

Harry laughed and shook his head. "You always were a night owl. I'll take some water, though; thanks. Besides, I already managed to tip a drink over on you at the restaurant; I'd hate to ruin your sweater any further." He took a seat at the breakfast bar and pulled out his phone. There had to be a decent cleaner nearby. "Speaking of which… give me your sweater. I can get it dry cleaned and just have their delivery service bring it back to you."

Flash fumbled a glass but managed to catch it in the nick of time. "Uh, what? Harry, it's—" He turned around and pulled the fabric of his sweater away from his torso a little. "It's fine, see? You can't even see anything. I'll just throw it in the wash with the rest of my laundry—"

"With your t-shirts? Flash, come on, it's a nice sweater. I feel bad, just let me do this."

"Harry, no. You even picked up the tab. It's okay, I promise."

"It's not a big deal, just give me the sweater."

Flash fiddled with one of the push handles on his chair. "I— I can't Harry, I've got this… Look, I don't want to take my sweater off right now."

"Oh?" He crossed his arms. "Yeah, and when we were roommates, you would wander around shirtless all the time. Sweater, off."

"We're not in our twenties anymore! We've, you know, changed and grown and… and…"

"Flash, why are you being so weird about this?" Harry's gut twisted a little. "Unless you, I don't know, just don't want to take it off in front of me."

"What?" Flash's eyes widened. "No, no, Harry, it's not that.” He busied himself with retrieving a pitcher from the fridge. “I’m just pretty attached to this sweater. I took it with me when I was out of town. I try to take good care of it.”

“All the more reason for me to get it cleaned properly for you.”

“It doesn’t need to be cleaned. It’s a special fabric.”

“Flash.”

“Harry.”

Flash grinned up at him and held out the water. Charming as hell. Disarming. It was crazy how much trouble he’d had getting dates when they were younger. 

Harry would have gone out with him in a heartbeat. And now, over ten years after they first met, he was.

So what was the problem?

Harry took the glass but let his long fingers linger over Flash’s for a moment. “This really isn’t like you, Flash. You’re going to make a man think he’s doing something wrong.”

“Come on, you know it’s not that. My life has just gotten a little complicated lately, that’s all.” 

“Are we still talking about the sweater?”

“Sort of?”

“Just take it off!”

“It’s not that easy—”

In a desperate bid to assert himself, he pushed his chin up and said, firmly but not unkindly, “You heard me, Flash. Take. It. Off.”

Flash stared at him for a long second with wide eyes. Harry’s façade cracked a little. 

“U-unless you don’t…”

“Did…” Flash stifled laughter behind his hand. “Did you just use your stern dad voice on me?” 

“Did it work?”

He rubbed his face. “I’m sorry, Har. I can’t take this off.”

“What’s so complicated about a sweater?! Do you have a rash? An embarrassing tattoo? Flash, whatever it is, I promise you, I can handle it. You and I have not been through—” He gestured vaguely in the air. “—everything we’ve been through for you to sit there and tell me that whatever is going on is too weird for me to handle. My father’s a supervillain. Spider-Man shows up at my work every day.” Harry sighed and leaned down to put his hands on Flash’s shoulders. He smiled as encouragingly as he could. “Just tell me. Okay? I’m not… a tough guy, like you, but you don’t need to protect me.”

Flash frowned. “No, you’re right. And I trust you. I just…” He reached up and touched Harry’s face, a bit tentative. “I don’t wanna keep secrets from you. But this is a lot.”

His stomach turned again. “A sweater is a lot?”

“You better sit down for this.”

“Wha… why?”

“Harry, it’s easier if I just show you.”

He swore the fabric of Flash’s sweater moved under his hands as he pulled away.

Okay. 

That happened.

Harry took a moment to close his eyes and take a few breaths. Whatever this was, it was fine, right? Flash was probably just involved in some… weird… military thing. Probably working with Stark Industries or something. Or test-driving a new type of secret fabric. Or maybe he really did have an embarrassing tattoo. But this was fine. 

He opened his eyes. 

You’re not going to panic. You know Flash. 

He went to the living room.

Flash was there for you when you first got out of inpatient care. He helped you muddle through those first few months. He was there when you first got together with Liz. 

He sat down on the couch.

He knows what it’s like to struggle. What it’s like to have your life turned upside down. Next to Pete and Liz, there isn’t hardly anyone you trust more than Flash Thompson.

Harry folded his hands in his lap and waited for Flash to join him. Flash was still in the kitchen, staring into space with his hands on his wheels. Finally, he pushed himself in and stopped right in front of Harry.

“A little while after you left for Seattle, I got pulled into something by the Army. I… I should’ve said no, I should’ve left that part of my life behind, but when you feel like it’s the only thing that’s ever been consistent in your life, it’s hard to do that.

“But even when the project was disbanded after a couple months, what I got out of it still changed my life.” His lips quirked into a smile. “I’m still me, Harry, but I’m also…”

Flash lifted his arm. His sweater literally quivered. Harry forced calm. He’d witnessed weirder things, right? He’d done weirder. (Maybe.) 

“It’s okay, pal. We can trust him.”

And then, Flash’s sweater dissolved into a mess of tendrils. Harry backed up into the couch cushions and clapped a hand over his mouth, but Flash leaned forward to take the other in both of his. Still, even as Flash’s warm and calloused hands sought to ground him, Harry couldn’t peel his gaze away from the large figure forming in the middle of the living room. 

It solidified into solid, deep black shapes, cut with white that formed a kind of spider on its chest. It had teeth and claws sharp enough to rend flesh, and bright white spots that looked like eyes. He already knew.

“Harry, this is my partner, V—”

“Venom,” Harry finished. “You’re— what? You’re Venom?” He wasn’t sure how to address this situation. “But— your sweater—?” Was now standing well over six feet tall and almost as broad and gazing placidly down at him. 

“We’ll explain everything to you, Harry. But, yeah, earlier this evening, you spilled your drink on… on the symbiote. On Venom.” 

A long pause filled the air. Then, “I’m so sorry I was going to dry-clean you.”

The being regarded him blankly at first — it didn’t have much in the way of emotive features. Flash had moved a hand to his (symbiote’s? alien’s?) partner’s massive arm while still keeping a hold on Harry. Tendrils linked the pair for a moment before Flash visibly relaxed. Then, the symbiote emitted a low, rumbling sound. Its eyespots curved slightly.

Was it… laughing?

Was he getting laughed at by Venom?

“You could not have known, Harold Lyman.” It knelt before him, its voice deep and gravelly, and Harry had to force himself to keep breathing. “We have met once before already.”

Harry stared. Okay, it could speak on its own. That hadn't been in his dad's briefing years ago. "You weren't with Flash."

"I was not," it affirmed, tilting its head in a way that reminded Harry of a very large cat. 

“But he is now,” Flash said. With no more than a look and a touch of Flash’s fingertips, the symbiote pulled away from Harry, dissolving into dozens of liquid arcs. This time, it looped around its host before disappearing beneath his skin. Harry didn’t miss the way Flash’s eyes closed, a languid, pleasant smile on his lips as it settled within. 

Terrifying, but mesmerizing. 

Flash lifted his shoulders like he hadn’t just revealed that his body was home to a space alien. “Are you, um, okay?”

“It’s…” A good question. “A lot.”

“Yeah, there’s not really a good way to tell someone that you’re a… package deal.”

They sat there in silence, Flash staring at his lap and Harry up at the ceiling. So, one of his oldest friends was Venom. That complicated things. But… his ex-brother-in-law was Molten Man. His father had been the Green Goblin. Hell, Harry himself had been the Goblin, more than once. And Flash seemed okay, didn’t he? Just the same old guy, a little worn down by the years, but weren’t they all? Hadn’t they all changed? Weren’t they all just trying to figure out this crazy thing called life?

What did they all have to try and get through it, but each other?

Flash cleared his throat before Harry could try to think of something more to say. “Well, I don’t wanna keep you away from the kiddos too much longer, so you better…”

“I can stay a little longer.” Harry leaned forward to take Flash’s hand. “Just let me text the sitter—”

Flash reached his other arm out towards the kitchen. A black webline shot out and snagged Harry’s phone, and snapped it back into Flash’s hand. He shrugged. “Kinda handy.” 

“You don’t say.” 

A quick text about needing another hour later, Harry patted the seat next to him on the couch. Once Flash had transferred himself to Harry’s side, Harry turned and propped his chin up in his hand. 

“So, aside from making sweaters and getting the remote… what else is Venom all about?”

Flash grinned the widest he had all evening. 

This certainly had shaped up to be the most interesting date Harry had had in a long time. 

He found himself looking forward to the next one.

[takeariskao3]

20 Questions

thanks for the tag @thenicestthingiveseen!!

tagging: @brightlybound, @displayheartcode

1.How many works do you have on AO3?

across all psueds? 42

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

421,190

3. What fandoms do you write for?

currently? Harry Potter.

previously? star wars, the folk of the air, marvel, game of thrones, doctor who, supernatural, lord of the rings

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Path From You Already Gone Fade When The Heart Caves In The Holiday

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes, i love reading peoples' reactions and i like to think they like reading my reaction to their reaction. to me fanfic and fandom is a community. and what is community but an invitation for conversation?

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Come Back To Me felt like it came to a natural resolution even though it leaves everything really open ended. however, Memories Feel Like Weapons will unseat this when i get around to finishing it.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i have a lot of wips that are going to have real happy endings but since they aren't written yet i feel like that's cheating .... so i'll go with Enough of Both since it's a happy ending if you know what i mean

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not hate, just rudeness

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind?

hell yeah. all kinds. whatever feels right for the story or the characters. however i think most of my smut scenes are overwhelmingly vanilla and packed full of feelings.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

no, every time i try to come up with one they're too absurd for me to actually go through with

11.Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yes :(

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no, but would be honored

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

no, and i won't

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

not a fair question because i have so many ships and so many fandoms and have been betrayed by so many franchises BUT for hp it is a three way tie between hinny, dramione, & panville

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

the holiday :(

16. What are your writing strengths?

eff don't make me say nice things about myself i think i do a decent job at giving the characters a unique voice and giving them character moments within their own internal narration. also what sticks out to readers and what i get good feedback on are my dialogue and fight scenes

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i get too in my head when a scene doesn't immediately work. i will quit on it instead of writing it out so i can figure out what is wrong and rework it. i think i'm getting better at allowing for a bad first draft but it's such a mess when i first get started that i get so discouraged when things don't work or click right away.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i would want to work with a native speaker to help me correctly get tense, phrases, slang, speech patterns, etc. google translate has embarrassed me too many times.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

lord of the rings... or was it doctor who.... i can't remember

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

fuck! um ... honest to god i think it's Five Times Ron Interrupted (And One Time He Didn't) i can't believe how much i enjoyed writing hbp harry/ginny while also laying the ground work for The Path From You. i am such a sucker for a prequel. yes pls give as many "it was always going to end this way" foreshadowing as i can get

[teddysterk]

REQUESTS OPEN! (Closed rn!)

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Hello beautiful people! (Please Read)

It’s good to meet you I’m Teddy! I’m a queer little hermit who enjoys everything marvel (occasionally other fandoms) and fluff

My pronouns are They/She/He I’m genderfluid

I don’t plan on showing my face so here’s a picrew of me 💜

In terms of fanfics I’m new to the fic world both reading and writing but I’m lucky to have found a safe space within it 🥰

I’m 100% open to people DMing me with prompts or asks or just making friends! Just know I can be a little shy and introverted so please just bare with me well I warm up to you 😅

I enjoy reading Marvel and Fluff (sorry I know said that already 😅) and I will also be writing those kinds of things if that’s not your thing totally cool hope you find some content your looking for

In terms of fluff I like tword content but I’m very sensitive when talking about the topic so don’t mind me trying to balance my interests with my shyness

If you do dm for any reason…

People I haven’t talked to before

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Keep being an awesome human

Prompts and asks can be in dms just don’t spam and keep in mind I might have other things at the moment

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Here’s a little about me since I’m bad talking to people 😅❤️

Favorite color….. 💜🟪🟣

Where am I in the world….. Minnesota In the U.S.

Favorite animal….. Dino’s, Snakes, Cats, Sky puppies (bats) and (rubber/yellow) Duckies 🥰

Favorite Marvel character….. Peter Parker, Loki, Bucky, Tony/ I can’t pick they are all awesome 😂❤️

Ler/Switch/Lee….. Lee leaning switch

Hobbies….. Art/Crafts🎨, Gaming 🎮, Listening to Music 🎵 and wasting my time on Tumblr reading Fluff

Birthday….. May 31st ♊️

Music taste….. pretty much all genres from 1920s-2020s!

T.V. And movies….. I really like comedy and Comedy specials and I like my comfort shows (which fluctuate) and Disney movies

Nickname….. Teddy Bear (Only friends can call me that)

[procrastination20]

This is a Five x OC fic I made about a year ago. I had plans to make this a book but I only wrote the first chapter. If you look at my old post about The Orchard Academy this is where it takes place.

If you read this cool! Feedback is always appreciated!

Enjoy! ❤️ - Mads

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With a flash of blue, fierce roar and a tumble, Harriette finds herself in a familiar place. Too familiar. So familar in fact that being away for nearly Forty Five years she could still remember the distinct smell of apple wood and sweet grass of the place she once called home.

The Orchard

Hitting the ground with a thump and a groan, she stands in stupor and uneasy alarm. This wasn't the plan, not at all. Where is the court yard? The old statue of Number Six? Where was her Husband? Something is not right.

"Five."

The question ran meek. Small and unfathomable.

"Five!?" She rang again. Shouting.

No response.

Stomping the ground in pathetic burst of anger and frustration she is livid. Hungry and Alone. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"Shit" she said in a whisper.

Knowing the area fairly well she makes her way to the building at the end of the expansive rows of Lodi's. She reaches for an apple, stumbling as she does so. Twisting it at it's stem and yanking in a downward motion, the same way her mother had taught her.

With smalls strides and a scowl on her features she makes her way to the large structure in the distance, thoroughly enjoying the apple. The taste of home.

The building was rather large. Big enough to very comfortably house two to three large families. Recent inhabitants of this house for the past thirty years or so only consistent of eleven people total, making very comfortable living spaces for all them.

The courtyard she had entered consisted of a few things. An old fountain with an intricate design of a apple tree as it's center peice, some rose bushes that were in dire need of a trim and concrete benches sitting at their respectful places. Must not we forget the marvelous statue of Mistress Fiona McClancy II standing oh so methodically right in the middle of the courtyard. Pieces of it had begun to chip, the left pinky had begun to tear away.

It's glory days had forgotten it and took the shimmer it once had. Harriette could remember the times where she and her siblings would come down at the crack of dawn just to see the sunrise climbing over the tops of the Apple trees. The courtyard held a magnificent view.

Walking through the place of a time long forgotten she makes her way to the French doors that lead into the foyer. The kitchenette on the side looked the same from when she last saw it. Nothing had changed. Rounding the corner into the main part of the house held a grand staircase leading to the first, second, and third floor of the house. The old banister of the balcony floors also had a grey hue, seemingly from the dust.

Slow strides to the grand staircase taking her time. A creak sounding from above makes her stop in her tracks. Alarmed by the sudden noise, she stops. All of her limbs have succomed to the freezing unerve the noise had brought.

"KeeYAAA!!!!!"

With a shout from her attacker and a wack from something hard, Harriette was knocked to the ground. Hitting her head on the hardwood floor.

Opening her eyes, she sees an old friend getting ready for another hit. Eyes blown wide, she dodged out of the way. Chuckling at the irony of the situation.

"Woah Woah Woah! Hold on! It's me!" The blonde said at a rapid pace.

"Who are you!? Why are you here!?" Cried out the old brown tabby tabaxi. Yellow eyes ready to kill, and ears pinned back in fury.

"It's nice to see you too Keva" Harriette said with sarcasm.

Keva pushed her glasses back on her short nose to get a better look. Realizing her mistake Keva dropped the very large mirror that she was about to murder the intruder with.

"Harriette?"

"That's the name!" Harriette said with a wide smile on her face. Enjoying the sight of her old caretaker. She still wore the same pleaded blous and dress pants.

"But how? You look so..." She paused. A look of question evedent on her face.

"Young"

"Well thank you! I try. I'm actually turning fif-"

"No seriously" She sounded concerned.

"You don't look any different from when you first disappeared"

"What?" Confused. Harriette looked into the mirror that Keva had dropped on the floor. Eyes blown wide. She took notice of her significantly younger appearance. The wrinkles were gone, her eyes were a brighter green, her white hair had turned to it's original dirty blonde and she was shorter. She was about fourty five years younger than she was a meer thirty minutes ago.

"Shit"

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💙

[httpiastri]

Hello 🥰

First of all- that Lando fic you posted? 10/10

Also the patch me up one, that was so cute as well! I could really imagine some more cute scenes in this universe (but that might just be my marvel phase talking lol)

So I have been settling in very good, it's really nice here and for now I don't miss my family much. It was awful at the airport saying like the final goodbye but as soon as I kinda stepped out of the plane everything was fine! So I'm really curious to see how that goes in the next couple of weeks/months!

I am doing an au pair year, so I'm basically taking care of kids and they have been really sweet most of the time! It's really tiring work though, so I kinda just fall into bed and go to sleep when I get off! But i don't have to work on the weekends, so I get to meet friends (if I find any lol) and explore the country. So I'm really excited for this weekend :)

Anyways, how have you been? Has the summer been good so far for you? Any exciting plans? Wish you the best 💕

-✨

🥺🥺🥺🥺 you’re so sweet gaaaah thank you !!! honestly i’m not the #1 biggest marvel fan but i do enjoy watching spiderman, and i felt like lando could be a good fit !! and then also i saw this like yesterday on tiktok….. pls 🤭🤭🤭

i’m glad to hear that things feel good, it’s very normal to miss your family but i’m glad it feels okay for now! will you have some opportunities to go back home and visit them through the year? and awwww you’re working as an au pair?? that’s so cute!! i hope your like host family treat you well and that everything goes well with the kids 😋 and that you get some good rest this weekend! do you have anything special planned? 🥰

the summer has been really good actually!! i haven’t done a lot but i’ve had a lot of time to just rest and i think that’s been really good for both my physical and mental health. now that school and work and everything starts again, i’m just gonna be stressed again ahahah but it felt good to relax this summer! the only issue is that i’m likely taking a break from uni… (saying “taking a break” sounds better than “dropping out”, no? 🫣) idk what i’ll do instead ahaaaaa but i’ll survive! it’s race week next week so i can’t be upset!! 😝😝

[a-rainey-day]

🌙 My hc for the moon boys! ⭐️

A/N: first time writing Hc’s :) most of the ones with an S/O are going to have they/them pronouns bc I rarely see gn!Reader stuff

A/N 2: since this post got so much love I’m gonna try and write more on here! I’ll probably do Layla next :)

A/N 3: Just a lil update I have this plastered all over my page but I also take requests! :)

Warnings: None! All fluff :) (probably some bad grammar tho)

Order: Non romance/general hc, romance & S/O hc w/Steven, romance & S/O hc W/Marc, and romance & S/O hc with Jake

Starting with some non romantic hc

So we all know how dr strange can push people out of their bodies right? Well we see in ep 5 each alter has their own soul

So like Marc is fighting with dr.strange and gets punched out, then Steven takes the front and is like “sorry mate” but before he can hit strange he gets punched out too

At this point marc is half pouting/half laughing

Jake takes the front and decks strange but gets punched out, now he’s laughing as the body goes down

Strange is like “we good? No one else? You aren’t faking it?”

But marc is back in the body and he IS faking it, he springs up and decks strange

At this point it’s a revolving door and marc, Steven, and Jake are all laughing abt it

When the moon boys do meet thor/Loki Khonshu is like staying away from them bc Loki tried to stab him and Thor bit him when they were kids

Once Marc and Steven are done with Khonshu they just call him “murder bird”

Marc convinces Steven to get rid of the sand by the bed

Steven keeps the ankle restraint tho

When Marc is mad at Steven and vice versa he throws a sheet over/covers every mirror until he’s calmed down a bit

The moon knight system is autistic, you can pry that from my cold dead hands

Steven has a bunch of fidget toys

Jake bit people when they were kids

Marc still has his childhood teddy bear/comfort object somewhere

Marc was a leash kid but it was mostly cause Jake bit people

I don’t think Steven cried a lot as a kid but was very emotional when he first started fronting for long periods of time

I think Steven struggles with processing big emotions tbh

He’s not like emotionally immature or anything but like he gets emotionally overwhelmed easily

Marc just struggles with saying how he feels. I feel like he can process his emotions but he doesn’t know what to do with them

Jake just struggles with emotions in general, like he’s v reactionary when it comes to them

Jake I feel over thinks the least out of the moon knight system, he just does

Marc overthinks the most tho, like he spirals when he overthinks

Steven tries not to overthink things but sometimes does but can stop himself before it gets too bad

Steven I think is a cat person, Marc likes both cats and dogs, and Jake is a dog person

I feel like Jake specifically like big dogs like golden retrievers and labs

Steven likes black cats with fun names specifically

Romance hc with Steven!

Steven can’t cook, he wants to but he just can’t for the life of him

Poor guy most he can make is like scrambled eggs or cup ramen

I think the autism is clearest with Steven cause we see him talk to Gus and flap his hands and such

So we all know stevens dislike of the taweret plushies at the museum but I feel like if his S/O likes plushies he’d get them for them

like say he’s out like at target or smthn and sees a stuffed animal/brand you mentioned you liked and he’d just get it without thinking

He has a note on his phone full of things his S/O likes and all their clothing sizes and favorite brands

I also think he loves to leave lil notes for his s/o to find around the flat

Another thing!! If you like to game steven loves to watch! Like he’ll sit next to you and just watch you play

I also feel like once you come into his life he’ll probably start trying to keep the flat cleaner and I also feel like he buys a blanket for the couch in case you ever get cold

He also loves to listen to you talk about your interests like could sit there for hours and just listen to you talk

He just loves you sm, he buys you jewelry specifically I think

He loves to see it sparkle and loves how well it goes with your outfits

He gets such big heart eyes when he sees you in his sweaters

I feel like one of the first gifts Steven gets you if you like to game is like a minecraft bee plush

Steven calls you things like “my love” or “lovie” or even “lovely”

Up next is Marc!

I feel like Marc can cook the best out of everyone in the system

It took a while to warm up to you especially if you met Steven first

Cause Steven is all he’s had since he was a kid (not counting Layla)

Eventually he warms up to you.

I feel like if you left Marc like notes he’d draw something on them or keep them but he’d never tell you

Once Marc adjusts to you he loves to cook for you

Lots of quiet nights cuddling on the couch with Marc

I feel like Marc’s love language is words of affirmation and quality time

He needs to be assured you love him

I also feel like a breakfast date with marc would be him taking you out to get doughnuts and coffee

he loves to go on little adventures with you, target, the gas station, late night drug store run, he wants to come with you and make sure you’re okay

He has a note on his phone full of date ideas for you guys

I feel like with your help he’d probably seek therapy, but you’d probably have to be in the room with him for at least the first session

He loves to hold your hand. He doesn’t realize he’s doing it half the time

Marc calls you things like “honey” or “flower” and sometimes “dear”/“dearest”

And finally Jake!

He’d probably be the last to warm up to you

Not because he doesn’t like you but because he’s the one who protects Marc and Steven and he has to be sure you’re a safe person for them

The first time he fronts around you he’s mostly silent just watching you.

Once he realizes you don’t want to hurt Marc or Steven he’s mostly in the background

It takes him the longest to realize he has feelings for you

Doesn’t want to accept it at first cause he’s stubborn but eventually gives in and tells you

I feel like a breakfast date with Jake would include making chocolate chip pancakes while he holds you from behind

his cabbie cap is stored on a squishmallow by the door (I specifically picture Abe the bearded dragon)

Happened bc you put it there as a joke and he just went along with it bc he didn’t wanna make you upset

If you give him a stuffed animal (think like the squeezemallows) it’s either going in the passenger seat in the limo or on his dash in the passenger side

He loves to get you gifts, like flowers or anything that makes him think of you he’ll probably get for you

The most physical of all the moon boys, he loves to be holding you close

Always holding you or has his hand on you

If you’re like walking with him he has his arm around your waist

If you don’t like physical touch though he’ll usually just hold your hand if you’re okay with that

Probably the best with kids tbh. Like if you have little siblings or little cousins he loves to see them

I think it’s cause kids (most of the time) are easy to understand

Calls you things like “mi amor” (my love) or “Mi osito” (my little bear/teddy bear) and “mi vida” (my life) pls forgive me if any of my translations are off/correct me in the comments :))

Overall I think the moon boys all treasure you and love you no matter what and will do their best to love you and try to heal from their past so they can have a future with you

[carol-thirteen]

It Lingers

Summary: Reader is about to die and reminisces.

Word Count: 663

A/N: Not really sure where this came from but my brain just went with it, I hope you enjoy it. *Reader is 18+*

“You need to take a minute Y/N,” Carol pushed you protectively around the corner, positioning you in a secluded corner. You let her, of course. She tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear and gave you a soft smile. “Wait here and breathe,” She kissed your forehead and you closed your eyes, wanting it to last forever.

Those kisses were everything. Her energy, albeit powerful, was comforting, something you adored about her.

She was passionate. She really cared about you. She would take it pretty hard, in the end, despite your last words.

The first time she kissed your forehead was quick, like it was a habit. Just a thing that she did every once in a while, and it became just that.

But the first time.

You couldn’t remember exactly what you said, but her response. The sheer joy and proudness? in her voice as she exclaimed “You’re brilliant!” had a permanent space in your memory.

You remembered her hands briefly touching your ears, and slightly gliding in your hair as she pressed your forehead to her lips. You remember watching as she talked rambled, her lips, that had spent the previous 0.2 seconds on your skin, moved quickly with every word. Her hands gesturing to various areas and people in the room. The minimal lighting finding the perfect spot to cause the relaxed curls resting on her shoulders to glisten.

You opened your eyes again and watched her walk away. Your hand pressed somewhat firmly against your chest while you tried to slow your breathing. Running that fast, dodging that quickly, you’d pushed yourself too far. Next time I’ll train harder, you tell yourself.

You wouldn’t get to though. Because no one had seen the figure appear. Because no one noticed, in the midst of the fighting, your yelp in pain, your cry for help as you were blasted, unimaginable pain overwhelming your senses.

The first thing you thought of as your back slammed into the wall, was how your body felt like it had been smothered in every kiss she’d given you. Of course you were in shock. You knew you were in pain, but it didn’t register. Not yet.

Not until you realized you were screaming, the feeling in your body coming back, no longer numbed by the initial shock, the vibration in the back of your throat was the first thing you felt. Then came the burning sensation and the throbbing. The shooting pains channeling through out your body.

The next thing you felt was her hand. Her hand, on your wrist, rubbing circles gently. “Shh, it’s okay. We’ll get you help.”

You saw her face. Not as smiley as it had been, nor as clean, with dirt and scrapes scattered across her skin. You tried to reach for her face, to wipe away the blood, tears? You couldn’t tell, everything was becoming blurry.

“No, no. Baby you have to stay still.” You wanted to speak. You wanted to tell her you loved her and that you were sorry. But you were too scared.

“Please help me. Help me.“ You croaked through your bloodied throat.

Carol was yelling for backup, for someone to help you. Save you. She knew it was bad. She wished she could have hope, but she knew this was it. Believing it was something else.

“Carol, don’t let me die. Please I don’t-“

“Stop it.” She tried to put on a brave face as she moved to the side, letting people through to attend to your fatal injuries. You searched her eyes and gathered all the strength you had to squeeze her hand, fears falling down the side of your face.

”You’ll move on right.” You swallowed, frowning wanting to readjust your body, but not being able to on account of the tightly wrapped bandages that unfortunately just weren’t enough.

“Y/N please, hold on.” She whispered to you, her voice breaking. “You can’t-“

“You won’t forget me, will you?” You managed to get out before everything faded and the last thing you felt was her lips, on your forehead. Where it all had started.

[c-nstellati-ns]

Can I request Kars with a dom hamon user bf and implementing hamon play in the bedroom pls

I LOVE TO LOVE YOU, BABY… — short

author’s note — sorry the pillar men are literally my biggest carnal need and i happened to be in a mood word count — 1.2k featuring — kars, with mentions of esidisi cw - NSFW CONTENT, masochism, first time hamon play, existing dom/sub relationship, alluding to a threesome during the fic, kars being a pain slut

all works belong to c-nstellati-ns ⓒ 2022. do not steal or repost. ask before translating.

MDNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

It was such a sight— to see him so vulnerable.

Kars’ eyes furrowed as he stares up at you, a light pale pink dusted over his cheeks as he leans his head to the side, avoiding your gaze. You could tell he was embarrassed, it’s the first time he’s engaged in an activity like this. You cup his face and gently rub a thumb over his cheekbone, marvelling at how soft and completely unblemished it was.

“You doing okay, gorgeous?” You mutter out, leaning in to kiss his neck, lightly biting down onto the soft flesh and sucking a light mark onto it. He shudders underneath you and slowly nods, his Adam’s apple bobbing when you kiss against it. His lips fall a bit and there’s a low huff, “Of course, I am. I trust you, dearest. To have you in my bed alone is a blessing in itself.” He says, his deep voice steady despite how his body shivers slightly each time you trace your fingers over the deep purple silken ropes that wrapped around his body. You had specifically chosen this colour because you enjoyed how it matched his beautiful hair. Kars found it so silly, but secretly enjoyed all the little details you had put in this particular session. Not only because of how expensive it was, but because it had been partially made from Satiporoja beetle yarn, conducting your hamon better than any other sort of rope could. It truly made him sigh with excitement at the thought.

Hamon play had been something you two have discussed for a while now, Kars having the thought himself and slipping it into your conversations in private as smooth as a giant ancient man-eating Aztec vampire can. At first, you were hesitant, of course— not for your safety, but Kars’. This was quite dangerous if not properly done, and you both knew that. But after some convincing, you fell for his words and demands. So here you both were, Kars naked and all nicely tied up in the ropes with you straddling his waist, touching every part of him that you could. You could tell that he was getting impatient so you leaned in and pressed a deep kiss to his lips, smudging the lipstick and makeup that he had insisted he wore, just for you.

You passed a hand over his chest, briefly brushing a finger over his nipple, to which he jumped and bit his lower lip. He still wasn’t so used to being so… intimate with a human like this, much less a hamon user. He found it a little embarrassing. You pulled back and smiled down at him, wrapping a finger around one of the ropes, lightly tugging on it… and then letting your power run through them.

Kars’ reaction was immediate— his mouth dropping and back arching a bit as the hamon burned at his skin so good. He let out a deep groan once you finally stopped. His breathing was ragged, and despite how little of the hamon you used, he was already sweating and panting. You leaned back in, lightly slapping his cheek to get his focus back on you again. “C’mon, pretty boy. Don’t give up so easy now, what’s your colour?” You asked softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. It took him a moment to refocus, but the sly grin on his face told you all you needed to know.

“Green. V-very much green- haah- A-again.”

Of course, you had to oblige to his demands. You matched his smirk and watched as a deep whine fell past his lips once more, watching the hamon ripple throughout the ropes and over his skin. Watching it bloom a pretty pink was truly a sight to see. He sported quite the hard on, even though you both only got started. You briefly stopped to lean back, watching his chest rise and lower heavily, your head leaned to the side. “To think you were so desperate for this… it’s cute, almost.” Your teasing tone only made him groan, but you continued anyways. “Imagine Esidisi walking in on us like this. How do you think he’d react, hm?” Kars couldn’t help but close his eyes and imagine it. Both his lovers here to ravage him completely… it only made him harder.

“Do you think he’d enjoy seeing you like this? He and I share a similar love for sadism, I think he would… so would you, right?” You leaned back and wrapped a hand around his cock, teasingly passing a thumb over his tip, watching as it starts leaking pre-cum all over your fingers. Kars bites his lower lip as you laugh, feeling his cock throb in your hand, “You’re so spoiled. You know how much we’d give you. That’s why we’re doing this in the first place, right?” You watched as Kars let out a wanton cry when you used your hamon against the ropes again, his thighs shaking. You simultaneously jerked him off— slowly. It was torturous to him, but he loved every moment of it.

“Look at you, beautiful creature.” You hummed happily as you lazily got him off. His jaw was slack and all those pretty little cries escaped from his lips, you ate it all up. You could tell he was already so close, the way his body shook and how he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood… for such an intimidating man, he could be so… enticing. You licked your lips and sat up properly, briefly stopping your hamon from flowing through the ropes to stare down at him.

“You gonna cum?”

You cooed softly in his ear, biting the pointed outer lobe and kissing his temple right after. He was drooling, almost unable to control his body. It was delicious. He could only bring himself to nod very briefly before you wrapped your hand around his cock again, this time a lot tighter than he could have even begged for. Watching Kars’ face twist in ecstasy, so full of pure pleasure and want from you, it was beautiful. His scarlet eyes were filled with unshed tears that you plan on kissing away soon, because good gods, you wanted to eat him up. You leaned in close, his breathy pants and groans right next to your ear. You enjoyed those quite a bit.

You could feel his thighs shake around your waist as brushed your fingers over the silk ropes, the spark of hamon filling the air you both. “O-oh, fuck- again- a-again, hngh— again!” Kars could be so demanding. But you kissed him despite that and indulged in his wants. Besides, you couldn’t get over the fact that you got such a normally elegant and poised man in such a state. You were so hard in your pants but could only focus on getting him off first. He was always your first priority, always.

“Haah- close! S-so so close- please dearest…” Hearing him beg was always the highlight of your nights.

“Go on, darling… cum for me.” You purred, kissing at his neck as you felt him tense underneath you, his cock throbbing in your hand before shooting ropes all over his own stomach and chest. You made sure to milk every drop, effectively overstimulating him completely. There was another laugh from you, Kars shuddering underneath you at the sound. He was riding his high and quite lightheaded, but that sound never meant something good. And well… he was right.

“You did so good, my love… Care to indulge in my own little fantasies until Esi comes home and joins the fun, hm?”

Needless to say, Kars had quite the busy night. Who knew that a human like you could be so virile?

NOW PLAYING — love to love you baby, donna summer…

[leviathans-watching]

i saw ur fic of satan seeing snow in the human world, omg it was so cute i love it, especially when my area just got snow for the first time this year today, perfect timing lol

can we see the rest of the brothers and dateables reactions? luke too pls (platonic obvs)

- 🐸 anon

the obey me boys & snow

includes: the brothers (-satan), diavolo, simeon x gn!reader | luke & gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated g | m.list

a/n: based off of this post lol. and tysm!! i'm glad you liked it and that it was good timing!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so stop in!!

please reblog mwah

➳ lucifer likes watching it fall from inside, though he’s not a huge fan of the cold. he’s seen snow before, is one of the only brothers who has, but never has he taken any time to marvel at it, simply enjoy it because it’s snow. you change that- you’re still delighted by at, even though you’ve seen it before, and your excitement sparks something in him. he likes it because it makes you happy.

➳ mammon does not like it. he’s not a huge fan of any extreme weather, really, and he’s always been more of an inside demon. but he’ll brave it for you, accompanying you outside without a second thought. he’d do anything for you, really, so in the grand scheme of things, snow isn’t that bad, especially when he gets to be with you.

➳ levi has seen it on tv tons of times, so he’s a bit surprised when it’s not falling idyllically, in bug white fluffy flakes. you explain it does sometimes, but not all of the time, satisfying him. he thinks it tickles, and really enjoys himself, much to your amusement. he doesn’t get cold so he has no need for a coat, and he likes watching the frozen water melt when it makes content with his warm skin. he also likes how you cuddle up to him when you get back inside, saying you were cold.

➳ asmo loves it! it’s so cute and pretty and would look so good in his photography. you look so cute too, all bundled up in your winter gear, face nearly hidden due to a large scarf he pulls aside more than once, pecking you quickly on the lips. he’s quickly set on a wintery devilgram post, only becoming more and more delighted when you tell him about ice skating and sledding.

➳ beel is surprisingly into it. he wants to explore the snow and walk around, interested in the way his breath is visible in the air. he breaks off a large icicle easily, biting into it before you can stop him. although he’s a bit disappointed it doesn’t taste like anything the texture is pretty nice. he continues to pull them off of fences and branches, crunching on them like hard candy.

➳ belphie is another one who likes it from inside. he doesn’t like to be cold but can’t deny how cozy he feels by the roaring fire, all wrapped up in a blanket with you, watching it stick to the windowsills. you explain frost to him, and idly, he wonders that if he waited long enough, could he see it forming? he pulls you closer as he watches the trees outside shake in the wind, happy to be experiencing this with you.

➳ simeon has seen snow, once, in one of the other angel's domain. it’s been a terribly long time, and he’d almost forgotten about it, but you’re there to remind him. he loves it. his favorite season quickly changes to winter and he wants to go out and buy a bunch of winter-themed stuff. being outside in it is even better, to be honest, and he adores how the flakes drift so gently onto your shoulders.

➳ diavolo is enraptured by it. he spins around and around, acting so boyish you can’t help but laugh, fondness welling up in your chest. his mind is already racing, trying to figure out a way to get snow in the devildom, but even as he schemes and plans, he knows it won’t be the same. after all, you won’t be there.

➳ luke is enchanted. he’s never seen snow before and it’s amazing! and when he learns you can make snowmen, he starts tugging you outside, drooping when he learns there’s not enough snow on the ground for that. to cheer him up, you tell him about snow angels, and he all but beams. there’s something named after him, something that’s super cool, meaning he must be cooler. cooler than snow? is that even possible??

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