#thank you meg for sending that post this was a fun way to Chill for 90 min after work lol

[tirednotflirting]

and I'll make a cup of coffee, with the right amount of sugar (how you like it)

prompt: A sitting next to me in the library has been grinding on an assignment all day (like i’d have been in the library from 10-3 with breaks in between for classes but they’d been sitting there the whole time) and B would come in every few hours, put down food or coffee on their table, kiss the top of A’s head, and walk away without a word

meg: look at these prompts me: i want to? write these? meg: || totally not why i sent these ||

prompt adapted from this post.

this isn’t too long at all but if you wanna read on ao3, link is here

for @kaleidoscopeminds, the Hot Wine Mom of The Club <3

Luke is very stressed.

He has been stressed for the better part of the last two weeks. Classes were over and he’s only got one real final this semester and it’s in this Advanced Number Theory course he decided was a good idea to take. He was the only junior in the course and had just barely been scraping by and he needs a B on this exam if he wants to pass the class.

So on the day of the exam, he marches his way to campus at 9am to find his usual spot on the silent study floor where he has decided he will stay until the exam begins at 7pm. It might be a little overboard and Ashton’s concern with the plan was obvious from the way he pouted at Luke from the bed as he got ready to leave that morning (which Luke suspects was a strategy since on a normal day, if Luke saw Ashton pouting in bed, he would immediately toss his bag to the ground and crawl back under the covers to cuddle until he stopped). But Luke knows that if he had stayed back at their apartment to study instead, he would be distracted and barely touch more than one practice exam. 

So the quiet study floor, on the coldest day so far that winter, it is. 

He spends the first three hours pouring over his notes to decide what needs to go on the index card he’s being allowed to take into the exam. He adds sticky notes to the pages of the three different notebooks he’s filled for the course, using a color coded system to decide what is ‘Probably Maybe Important’ and ‘If You Don’t Spend At Least Half an Hour Staring At This One Page You Will Forget About This Thing’. It’s a very chaotic system and if he had the time, he would probably question how it’s worked for him so far during the last three years. But there is no time and he is very stressed and the library is cold, so he keeps up organizing.

It’s around noon when Luke jumps just slightly as a coffee cup from the shop near his apartment and a to go bowl appear in front of him. He doesn’t lift his face from the table but hears some rustling and then a plastic spoon is left on top of the bowl. A warm hand is placed against his shoulder and he can feel a kiss being placed against the top of his head. 

Ashton mumbles something soft against his hair, his hand squeezing Luke’s shoulder before heading off. For just a moment, Luke feels some of the tension in his back lift off, as though Ashton’s touch were able to pull some of that away. He turns just slightly, a small smile pulling at his lips, and watches Ashton head back in the direction of the elevators, likely heading to his job in the advising center.

Luke knows his stomach will start growling soon if he does not eat and he really likes to avoid being that guy so after taking a sip from the coffee (its one of those winter-y lattes he likes but Ashton hates), he opens up the little bowl. It’s one of those soups from the campus dining hall (the good one not the freshmen one). Luke giggles softly to himself as he tries to picture Ashton making his way around the part of campus he usually tends to avoid just to buy the soup he knows Luke likes. As he takes a bite, he can’t tell whether he feels more warm from the food and drink or the love from the boy who just brought him some study snacks without any prompting.

*

It’s around 3 when Luke starts actually shivering from how cold the library is.

He’s just taken a short walk around the floor (a girl from his stats class showed up nearby so she offered to watch his things), thinking it might help warm him up but if anything he was somehow colder than before. He could put his coat back on but then the sleeves would get in the way of his writing and basically, Luke is frustrated and cold and regretting ever making the choice to study this horrible subject.

He’s on question four on his third practice exam when he hears quiet footsteps approaching his corner spot. He lifts his eyes in a daze as the lights actually sting his eyes some after staring at paper and ink for so long. Once his vision clears up, he sees the gentle smile of his boyfriend, the Thermos designated specifically for his favorite herbal tea in his hand. 

Luke only blinks up at Ashton as he sets the tall blue container on the table since he’s not really sure what his voice would sound like after not speaking for the last six hours. Ashton pulls off his backpack and quietly unzips the main compartment and pulls his favorite, dark green sweater out. He places it in Luke’s lap and lets his hand drop to cup the blonde’s cheek for a moment. Luke can’t help the way he leans into the touch, Ashton’s warm and rough palm being an instant comfort. The hazel eyed boy’s smile grows some more and he leans down, pressing his lips to Luke’s forehead briefly. 

Then he steps back, zips the backpack up, and once again, heads off in the direction of the elevators. Luke takes a deep breath and sighs as he watches his boyfriend turn the corner. His brows rise in surprise when he hears the quiet cooing of the girl who had watched his things earlier. He turns to face her and finds her smiling, her hand against her heart. Luke feels himself blush, the intimacy of the silent exchange he had just had with Ashton being one that made him forget they had been in such a public setting. He smiles and shrugs, unsure of how to respond. 

He reaches for the sweater and pulls it over the longsleeve he had thrown on before leaving that morning. The sweater is thick and worn in, providing him an instant warmth that he knows will aid the rest of his studying. (Plus it doesn’t hurt that Ashton must have worn it recently, the collar smelling like a mix of his body wash and cologne.) Luke takes a quick sip from the tea (noting the honey that was added) and picks up his pen to keep going.

*

It’s 6pm and Luke feels okay. It’s not the best he’s ever felt about a final but it’s also not the worst, so he figures there’s a positive in there somewhere.

He likes to arrive at his exams about a half hour early and it doesn’t take too long to get to the math building, so he decides there’s time to do a few more problems. The floor he’s on is nearly deserted. It’s the last day of finals and his exam is during the last time block. He figures there’s probably only about four people left in the building. 

He’s checking the solution to the problem he’s just finished when he hears footsteps approaching once again. A coffee cup from the same shop as the one dropped off to him at noon appears in the corner of his eye and a warm hand cups the back of his neck before a pair of lips peck gently at top of his head. Luke lets his eyes close, a brief moment of calm before the storm it seems like as he feels Ashton’s hand gently run through the curls at the back of his head. He feels a chill when the hand drops and then the footsteps pick up to leave him in his cozy corner.

Ashton’s just turned the corner when Luke suddenly gets to his feet, abandoning his study materials to chase after his sweet boy. He runs in the direction of the elevators, his socked feet (he had kicked off his shoes around 2) oddly loud against the carpeted floor. He turns the corner and Ashton is still there, pulling a beanie over his head when Luke lands in front of him. He pulls Ashton toward him by the waist and bends his neck just slightly, letting their lips meet for just longer than a moment. The elevator ding breaks them apart and as the doors opens, Ashton steps back so his body keeps them from closing. Luke is certain the blush he can see on Ashton’s cheeks must match the one painting his own. “Thank you for today, I don’t know how I got so lucky with you.”

“Text me when you’re leaving campus afterwards so I can make you something warm to drink for when you get in, okay?” Ashton instructs with a gentle grin and Luke nods his understanding, his bottom lip pulling between his teeth. “And make sure to put your hat on when you’re walking back, I don’t want you to get a cold.”

“Love you, Ash.” Luke wonders if he looks as lovestruck as he sounds.

Ashton steps back into the elevator to allow the doors to close. “Love you too, Luke. You’re gonna kill it.”

(When Luke gets back from the exam, his smile is bright and his nose is red from running all the way home because he felt really really good about how he did and really really wanted to get home to tell Ashton all about it. He’s treated to cuddles on the couch and a movie after changing into sweats and a different one of Ashton’s sweaters. Luke spends the rest of the night with one hand holding a mug of hot chocolate and the other holding his love. Ashton let him pick the movie so Luke knows he should be paying attention, but his head is a mix of numbers and equations and the thoughts of how all he wants is to spend the rest of his life with someone who will bring him disgustingly sweet coffee and their sweater on a cold winter day.)

*

[catstieeel]

tagged by @infinate-sky (thanks! I really love doing this kinda thing, I think it’s super fun!)

RULES: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

name/nickname: EJ (my family call me ellie or el though)

gender: i am confusion. she/her. thinking about they. it kinda hurts to think about my gender too much so i just don’t.

star sign: taurus ☀️ cancer 🌙 scorpio ⬆️

height: 5’5

time: 07:56 GMT

birthday: 7th May

favourite bands: one direction 🤧 gorillaz, BTS, scrubb, p!atd, muse, tøp

favourite solo artists: mitski, hayley kyoko, mxmtoon, conan grey, hozier, all the one direction boyz

song stuck in my head: blood! by peachy!

last movie: i watched the Meg as it was trending on Netflix and I love sharks but it was pretty trashy tbh

last TV show: hannibal. now i am obsessed and have will graham gender envy and hannigram brain rot

when did i create this blog: like 2012/13. big superwholock era

what i post: multifandom, shitposts, aesthetic stuff. whatever i like tbh

last thing googled: pink pineapples (my mum didn’t believe me when i told her they’re a real thing)

other blogs: just one.... it’s a bit 🥵

do i get asks: i do actually, not many though. i try to reply to them all but some are so weird idk what to say.

why i chose my url: i love cats and castiel, also i read a spn high school au fanfic where cas had pet cat he called catstiel (crowley had a dog he called growley) LMAO

following: 801

followers: 584 (thank you for your service)

average hours of sleep: oh boy it can range from 2 - 14 hr

lucky number: don’t really have one. i like the way 777 looks but i wouldn’t consider it my lucky number

instruments: i used to play the violin and the piano but not for years.... probably lost it all now

what am i wearing: ripped leggings and my oversized mothcub tee

dream trip: renting out a big villa with my friends, literally anywhere i don’t mind

favourite food: i like sweet food and also spicy food

nationality: british

favourite song: i always used to say wolves by one direction but i haven’t really listened to that for years... maybe strawberry blonde my mitski or recently i keep listening to dandelions by ruth b.

last book read: tgcf (heaven’s official blessing) by mxtx !! i’m still not over it! they literally invented love!!!!! can’t wait for the live action! it’s by the same people that made the untamed uwu

top three fictional universes I’d like to live in: the shire! animal crossing or hmmmmm the untamed maybe? preferably in yunmeng, it’s so gorgeous

favourite colour: why not all?

tagging: @kaichouchou @reinedeselfes @punkisdead @galaactic @kindgf @heller-jensen @letsboldlygomotherfuckers @concerto-roblox @atsuhinata @mlmsrogers @atticuos @phuketboys @2x06 @evermoredean @fadingskyy @sunflowaer @bounbl @purrfectly @yaytobio @mistersteal-your-boy

okay, I don’t expect anyone to do this but if you want then yay! and if you wanna be friends then message or send an ask, but im chill just seeing you all in my notifs, it makes me smile ♡ ♡ ♡

[ziracona]

claud/jake/dwight anon here! maybe i’ll just go by wisteria since i’ll be popping up in your askbox from time to time :D

shippy hcs would be wonderful! i was referring to them as an established poly relationship post fic; i actually saw the comment where you were talking about how claudette can fit into different relationships and thought that was so fitting (and such a testament to the beauty of her character, but thats another long winded ask to send another day). once again, thanks for putting out ILM into this world. it’s a joy to read, reread, and treasure <3

Alrighty Wisteria! 

Also I’m glad because I initially read it that way and was halfway to answering when I was like ‘wait,’ but my instincts were correct haha.

Claudette/Jake/Dwight is an interesting poly ship. It’s funny, because obviously both of them love her and she loves both of them. Just, I don’t think her priority has ever been having a romantic relationship, and neither has theirs. I also think it just kind of...wouldn’t occur to Dwight or Jake that that was a thing. Like, they know about polyamoury, they know it exists. But I feel like straight up there’d like, be an escape anniversary party or something, and she gives them both super heart felt gifts she clearly loved to make, and they’re both touched, give hugs, pass her their own sweetly made things, last little group hug, she’s like “Love you guys” and as she runs off to go give out other gifts to other loved ones, Jake’s super sincerely like “You too,” and Dwight’s like *looks at him, looks at her, smiles* “Yeah. Love you.” and she’s gone, and someone who they were chatting with before (probably Meg, Nea, or Ace) would joke something like “Why didn’t you two just also marry Claudette? You’d be such a happy trio” casually offhand, and they’d be like “Haha yeah!  ... ... ... haha...yeah.... ? (O_O);” type thing that would have to happen, because otherwise they just like, wouldn’t think about it. 

Once they did, though, I feel like it would definitely be the same event that clued them both in, so they’d both be like “Hmmm” at the same time, and pick up on that, and talk first, and be like “...Yeah, I mean. Maybe? But would she even be comfortable with that? Is it weird?” And Jake, who has the most secure identity in this area, would not really have any issue from the get-go and would mostly be like “Boy am I stupid for this never occurring to me once”. Dwight would need more time to think and talk stuff through and figure himself out, but is a lot more comfortable than he was. Claudette would be the last one. They’d both approach her at some point, and it would be incredibly awkward and kind of a disaster despite the fact they practiced and thought they had a gameplan, and she’s just like, “What? ...What?” and confused, and she’s a very worry-prone person, so she’d be like “Oh no, did I do something? Is this bad? Do they just feel bad for me? Since I’m not dating and they want me to feel included? Is this a bad idea? What do I even actually want?” and since she’s got the least experience dating, she’d take the longest to think things through. Would talk to Meg, and Quentin, and Philip, and her parents, and Ace. And they’d all help, but Meg would be the most help. Because Meg’s simple. She’d just say, “Well, do you want to be dating them both?” and Claudette would be like, “Well. I don’t know. I love them. And it might be nice to have a romantic relationship with someone I love someday. But I don’t know if this is how I want that, or if it would be good, because I have no idea what this would look or feel like,” and Meg would be like, “Well then why don’t you just like, go on a few dates/hangs like you’re dating, and see if it’s fun and good, or uncomfortable and bad, and if you three all feel like it fits and makes life even better, go for it, and if it turns out to be a mistake like that time Jake and I really thought we’d get some hella traction making out, then say ‘Well that was awful lol. Friends it is!’ and Susie and I will take all of you for drunk lazer-tag.”

And that works, because well, it’s more sensible than any amount of introspection without experience, or thinking, or worrying is. So they give it a go for like a week, and it’s awkward as hell for like the first fifteen minutes, but this is a trio of people who’ve known each other so long and been so fundamentally entrenched in each others’ lives for years, and love and trust each other so completely and deeply, it really can’t be that awkawrd, and everyone has prepped best they can, and kind of laugh at themselves, and just like, spend the day at theme park, and get food, and laugh and talk about life like always, but just this time with a kind of romantic shade, and it’s nice. And there’s a lot of days like that--not all so big, more just, at home, hanging out, doing whatever. And it is weird, because none of them has done this before, but. It’s also fun. And none of them have any weird kind of favoritism insecurities, because they were already pretty well and equally entrenched in each others’ lives before, and it’s fun. Jake is strategic because he’s kind of the planning mind behind this, and gets advice from Meg, and they marathon a lot of Leverage with only Jake knowing this is a sneaky ploy to help the other two get more comfortable, because there’s just not a ton of good filmic poly trio rep, but damn if that show hasn’t got a great one. 

I think the trial period just kind of hits the end of it’s week and Jake and Dwight are like “So do you want to keep going?” and she’s like “...Yeah. : ) “ and so they do, and it’s like that for a while. They all move at their own paces, and in their own clearly discussed (and, as well as they know each other, usually already mostly known) comfort zones, and it’s fun, and nice. It also helps that everyone else is not just supportive and chill, but most of them are like, goofily into it.

They’ve been dating for like, four months before any of them explicitly calls it that officially. But it’s cute. Jake wants it to be official so he gets people anniversary gifts and then is kind of embarrassed but more pleased with himself, and it’s very cute and goes over well.

Everyone puts in work to figuring out how to keep this healthy and good, since none of them had a lot of preexisting knowledge for being with multiple people. They all do that their own way. Claudette spends hours and hours doing research online and checking for tips from people online, and really works hard to be a good girlfriend, and it’s very sweet. Meg and especially Quentin both have no real idea how to help her, but clock a lot of hours trying and doing pretty good. So secondarily do Nancy and Susie.

I’m pretty sure eventually they’d have another wedding, legally official or not--and not because any of them really feel a need to, but because they think it would be fun and Claudette should get to dress up too, and tbh it would be cute. I feel like Meg, Ace, and Susie are major factors pushing for this. 

All of their parents think it’s a little weird, but their kids were missing for like 4 years getting tortured in hell, and they’re all reasonable people; they don’t say shit. Also, they all like all the other parties involved, so they’re like “Rat’s don’t understand these things” (this is a Muppet Christmas Carol inside joke I use all the time even though only like 4 people get it but I hope it makes some sense from context lol), but figure they don’t really have to to be happy their kids are happy and loved and doing well.

Meg is like “Fuck why didn’t we think of this. Why have I been supporting it when I could have nabbed her for me and Susie?” and Quentin doesn’t say shit but he thinks very loudly, “I know, right? Nancy and me are over here like ‘same hat’ fml,” but genuinely they’re very happy for the three of them and with the relationships they have. There’s just a lot of love to go around.

While there’s probably some kind a wedding eventually, definitely about as soon as they start dating, Jake and Dwight start calling her their wife. She’s flustered and like “But I’m note! I’m just your girlfriend.” and Dwight’s like “Yeah, but that makes it sound weirdly unbalanced,” and Jake who looked this up for this moment is like, “Well, by Quebec common law marriage standards, you actually are our wife--we cohabitated for over three years in the realm, so,” and Dwight’s like “whoa for real?” and she’s just like : o   But it kinda helps and she accepts it. The downside is Nea hears the story and tells Meg and together they start just fuckin calling all their realm friends their spouses goofily 24/7 when they want shit like “David, my wonderful strong husband, can you pleeeeease get me a sodie from the fridge? : D <3″ and it’s very funny but it’s also pure chaos. Like, so much more than usual.

[star-puff]

meg, I just wanted to say congrats on your milestone!!! I'm going to bombard you with questions so hehe let's have fun: what are your favorite books/do you have any recs for us? you have to choose 4 hq boys to be part of your friend crew, who are you picking and why? (bcuz I have a massive sweet tooth) what is YOUR favorite dessert to indulge in? do you have any goals for this year? okay that's what I have rn 💖 have a wonderful night 💖

aaaaa thank you aurora!!

i'm going to answer these under the cut bc you rly did give me a bunch of goldmine questions HAHA:

omg book recs, there's so many i like and so many i still have to read 😭 if we're talking ya books i would definitely have to say six of crows duology by leigh bardugo, the conqueror's saga by kiersten white, or the flame in the mist duology by renee ahdieh! special mention to all of cassandra clare's books Except for the mortal instruments series (city of bones, city of glass, etc). that one was just a lil Much for me hshfjsjdj, but the infernal devices and the dark artifices are honestly amazing and they made me Cry :') nowadays i find myself not having the attention span energy to read long series like i used to, but there is this memoir by tara westover that i just really really love. more than the themes of how important education is, the conflicts presented in the author's family life and her struggle between loyalty to her family vs following her own path & what she believes is right is so heart-wrenchingly beautiful, not to mention her prose when describing certain memories. there's a certain feeling that comes from reading things recalled in hindsight that just makes me djejfjdkfkskkf. i'm going to start reading song of achilles soon, so i'm crossing my fingers that it'll be good!!

again, so many to choose from!! i’m picking these boys based on how well i would vibe w them if they were purely platonic, not a friends to lovers type sitch (that is Another post in of itself):

1. tanaka! the Ultimate hypeman, i feel like the teachers would hate us if we were in the same class bc we’d be That pair that never shuts up LMAOSFK. he just radiates chaotic best friend energy and i need a hypeman in my life (the only reason i’m not putting nishinoya with him is bc if tanaka is my best bud then obv nishinoya is gonna be there right with him)

2. oikawa! alright this is only assuming that i would be immune to oikawa’s charms, which, as a viewer i am not, judging by the way i literally let out a gutteral scream every time he shows up, BUT....i feel like if i knew him in real life i’d be over his whole playboy act pretty quick. he just seems like a rly cool dude, i could make fun of him with the rest of the seijoh third years out of love ❤, it’d be a blast! not to mention uhHHH pls oikawa i am begging you set me up with your best friend iwaizumi so we can have our friends-to-lover’s au and you can be my wingman 😋

3. i feel like daichi would be that one kid that starts out as a pure same-class friend but then you end up having your entire school schedule line up so then you start walking to class together and suddenly you’re having platonic study dates and popping by his lunch table to say hi every time you pass by :’) would love to have Responsible Dad as a friend to keep me accountable LMAO, 10/10 please appear in my life

4. i think my last one would be osamu?? now listen, is it because i’m in love with his brother and i think he would be a wonderful wingman? MAYBE, but that’s not important right now! osamu is also one of those same-class friends who you exchange phone numbers with so you can talk about homework but then you end up texting each other casually and you end up sending him memes and he ends up sending you stupid videos and pictures of atsumu as form of “safe keeping” in case atsumu tries to erase evidence from his phone. seems super chill but would 100% ROAST your teachers and classmates with you in the back of the class. doesn’t hurt to get discount on onigiri miya either!!

for desserts, i love the types of desserts that are refreshing and cleanse your palate after a meal! i mean, i will still accept anything involving chocolate if given the chance, but i love fruit-based desserts! fruit tarts, strawberry shortcakes (the japanese ones!), mochi ice cream, you name it!

and for goals this year, i’m aiming to form a good solid plan for the future! i’m in a pretty pinnacle stage in my life at the moment, so i’m trying to become an overall more put-together person, in every aspect of the word :’)

[babydollsmadd]

25, 23, 29, and 30 because i hate (love) you and want you to suffer 💖💖💖💕

EYYYY I’m finally getting around to finishing these lmao. (also I just noticed u changed ur profile picture???? I’m iN LOVE ❤️✨❤️)

WARNING this is super mega long!

I ended up writing a lot of these for all of my paras bc I can’t fucking stop myself n you’ve honestly heard enough of my mains and not enough of my others so I Had to I’m so sorry

this entire post ended up being such a mess and I’ve been working on it for weeks I’m so fucking sorry

send me emoji asks!

🏈 Does your para enjoy playing sport?

Zazie does actually enjoy playing sports quite a bit, just.. alone. He’s not a team player, and often doesn’t know his own strength, so it’s better to let him do things on his own. He used to do a lot of running & parkour, but nowadays he mostly just works out on his own. He still does gymnastics tho. Tatsu very much loves playing sports, be it soccer, football, whatever, he’s in. He likes team sports, but he’ll still go work out alone most of the time. With Nyru it’s a bit more complicated, bc on one hand she has to be in top form for her concerts, but on the other, she really hates sports and just moving in general. Usually Zazie motivates her n they end up working out together, but otherwise, she doesn’t like playing any sports. Nyro plays a lot of chess, that counts right? Otherwise, he & Nyra really don’t like sports either. Meg & Ao tho work out a ton and always look incredible, and especially Meg enjoys playing sports, even if she’s not the best. She’s also quite strong tho, so that’s nice. I think Rin would be into sports as well, he’s all about a healthy balance in his life. He spends so much time painting, that I feel like he’d take some time for physical activities as well. Daiki is a fucking nerd and hates sports as much as Nyru, a subject they like to rant about a lot. Suki probably isn’t into sports either, like at all. Ami.. yeah actually. She spends a lot of time with the more active in the group, especially her brother, so she’d be into team sports as well.

🌼 Describe the aesthetic of your para (can include visual)

OKAY u already know how much trouble I’m having with this one but. My first plan was to actually write them down, like, all those posts u always see, but I only really liked the one I wrote for Zazie, all the others I disliked. Now I’m going back to wanting to make boards, and I think that’d be really cool, but I just do not have the energy to make all of those first, so I’m putting this on my to do list and hopefully I’ll actually do that at some point lmao. Now I can finally post this beast. ✨

✍ Write headcanons/imagine about your para(s)

OKAY so uhh. With any other person I would just take some more points from my hella long list of fun facts about Zazie, but you know literally all of them. I think?? Yeah literally every single one of these I’ve told you about. So. Huh. What do I do now. We’re at a point where I can’t tell you shit about Zazie & Nyru bc you literally know everything. So let’s see if I can come up with some other facts about Tatsu on the spot bc he needs more love.

despite the fact that he’s been appearing a lot less in my daydreams, my heart still goes ❤️🚨❤️🚨❤️ when I think about Tatsu. 

i mean COME ON he’s amazing and he needs to come back I miss him!!!!!! I just feel like he’s been.. sorta withdrawn and depressed since he’s no longer with Nyra. That happened a while ago tho, idk maybe he’ll finally come back soon.

not sure if I ever told u this?? but he also doesn’t have a gag reflex. like at all. zero (0). 👀 for some reason he likes to bring this up in the most random moments too.

he’s actually fluent in 4 languages, at some point Zazie dragged him down the rabbit hole and they learned a bunch of languages together. these are English, Spanish, Japanese & German.

he has an incredible voice as well, obviously. it’s relatively high, but has this.. hmm I guess seductiveness about it? not sure how to explain it lmao. apart from Jay Kay & Brendon Urie, this song here is very close.

he can hit ridiculously high notes, on the same level as Nyru actually.

I told u this before, but his theme song is hey look ma, I made it due to how fucking perfect it is for him. he was very close with his birth mother, but she died shortly after his sister’s birth. his step mother was very abusive & made their life a living hell, and now, many years after they’ve gotten out of that situation, he still wishes he could show his real mother what has become of them.

he really didn’t deserve all of the bad shit that has happened him. sadly, he’s kind of a sheep, he just follows along with whatever’s happening. he’s not a bad person at all, he truly has a heart of gold, he just doesn’t have the strength to actually fight against anything. not really.

so in situations where he has to do bad things bc Zazie basically tells him to, he’ll do it, matter how much he hates it. man writing that out is actually heartbreaking damn.

he has a lot of regrets in his life, but the biggest one is probably his relationship with Nyra. he really did love her (still does tbh but don’t tell anyone), it’s just that he really fucked that up. and I don’t think he’ll ever be able to have a normal, healthy monogamous relationship the way Nyra wanted. so that’s heartbreaking as well. why did this turn into me talking about how fucking sad I am about Tatsu lmao ok we done here

🎙 Write a poem/song/or a story with song verses about your para or parascom

nshjfbkjdsbfkjds u know I hate poetry & I’m way too insecure about my writing so we’ll just uh… write down a fitting song verse for each of of my paras.

Zazie

I ain’t niceNo I’m quite a dickI’m the bad guy who’s makin’ you sickIt’s easy for meI’ve got no shameI’m in it for the money and fame

Nyru

But I got a mind to show my strengthAnd I got a right to speak my mindAnd I’m gonna pay for thisThey’re gonna burn me at the stakeBut I got a fire in my veinsI wasn’t made to fall in line

Tatsu

So I don’t feel loveBecause I got no faithI’ve seen those twisted lies thrown back into my faceI’ve heard the crazy doctrines of the human raceI must be alone

Daiki

Got an eagle beak with the ostrich feetSeven spider eyes for every day of the weekMeans I’m still up working while your bitch ass sleepsI’m an alien among the human beings

Nyra

Picture, picture, smile for the picturePose with your brother, won’t you be a good sister?Everyone thinks that we’re perfectPlease don’t let them look through the curtains

Nyro

Triangles are my favourite shapeThree points where two lines meetToe to toe, back to back, let’s goMy love, it’s very late‘Til morning comesLet’s tessellate…

Megumi

I just keep elevating, no losses, just upgradingMy lessons, made blessings, I turned that into moneyThank God I never settled, this view is so much betterI’m chilling, I’m winning, like on another level

Ami

Well you think that you know what I am but you don’t‘Cause I say what you can’t and I do what you won’tI like it loud really proud like a crown upon my headI’ll always be this way ‘till the day that I’m dead

Ao

Somehow, you’ve remained modestFlashbulbs pop, paparazzi goes wildWith amazing grace you walk and smileThey answer to your beck and callYou’re flawless

Rin

Prove to yourselfThere’s nobody elseRaise up your handAnd leave no man standing

Suki

I see how your attention buildsIt’s like looking in a mirrorYour touch like a happy pillBut still all we do is fearWhat could possibly happen next?Can we focus on the love?

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Helping Youth

I am a Youth Pastor. I have touched so many young lives through the words of the Lord. My following on social media is getting pretty large too. I thank God for Facebook because it engages the kids of today to listen to the “good word”. Every time I get a friend request I well up with pride.

Except for today. Today I got a friend request from Satan incarnate.

At first I couldn't figure out who she was, "Meg Elizabeth". She looked relatively young and impressionable so I accepted the request. As soon as I started reading her posts I was brought back to the sheer terror that nearly crippled me over a decade ago.

It was the Devil’s Child.

She was a terrible student. Her Mom was a fellow Sunday School teacher, so I had to give her more leeway than the others when it came to arguing over his word and questioning my sermons. On one occasion she even said that the only reason she showed up to Youth Group was for the free pizza.

It wasn't until she rolled “six, six, six” in Bible Yahtzee that I was able to be rid of her. (I know, Bible Yahtzee is so clever. I really am great at coming up with fun ways to engage these kids.)

Scrolling through her page, she ended up just as I would have expected. She appears to be unmarried and promiscuous. It would also seem as though she has developed a strong affinity for alcohol. I had my suspicions that she had been stealing the communion wine even when she was twelve. This I could never prove. Now I am certain.

She has moved to New York City… a good place to blend in with other heathens. She is actively feminist and liberal. In one of her profile pictures she is sporting a pink hat resembling female genitalia. It doesn't seem like she supports our President. She even posted an article highlighting the importance of birth control and abortion.

I clicked on the “About” section to see what she does for a living, hoping wouldn't be anything able to reach too many young and impressionable youth.

Occupation: Self-Employed Fag Hag, Child Psychologist

It got worse.

Religion: Atheist

Quotes: "When a man gives his opinion, he's a man. When a woman gives her opinion, she's a bitch."―Bette Davis

"I always wanted to be a femme fatale. Even when I was a young girl, I never really wanted to be a girl. I wanted to be a woman." —Diane von Furstenberg

Just reading her page sends me back to those days. The days where being in her presence simultaneously brought me chills and hot flashes. The days where she questioned the Lord I could feel the heat radiating from my neck. The day she implied that I myself may have homosexual thoughts my stomach pained and churned inside me. The day she cursed and called Jesus a “sly son of a Bitch” I swear I lost my vision in one eye. And the day she managed to roll “six, six, six” in Bible Yahtzee, I felt as though I was being possessed. It was as if the Devil himself crawled into my skin. I was only able to release him by exonerating her from my presence and future classes. I must do the same now and block her.

Oh, but first another request.

“Meg Elizabeth would like you to join her in a game of online Yahtzee.”

[summerrrluvvv]

Chapter 2

Music featured in this chapter:

Bitch from da south (remix) by Mulatto ft Saweetie and Trina

Bartier Cardi by Cardi B

Wild Thoughts by DJ Khaled

No Guidance by Chris Brown ft Drake

Hot Girl Summer by Meg Thee Stallion ft Nicki Minaj and Ty Dolla$

Confidence by Chris Brown

Day 1 of Miami Trip:

The girls all meet up at Tye’s house and get a lyft to go to the Airport. The girls took shots before they got on the plane, so everybody was lit. When they arrived in Miami, they picked up the rental cars. 2 Jeeps. Melody felt like they should ride around bad girls’ style. After they left with the rentals they finally pulled up to their Airbnb. It had 6 bedrooms and 5 baths. Each girl had they own room and bathroom. They had a huge pool and sauna in the back yard. The girls explored the house and went swimming then each got ready for the night. They were going to Cameo Night Club, Tye got a text from Samar letting her know he was doing amateur night there and could get them in free.

 Zion:  

 “Ayeeee, fuck it up sis!” My girls yelled as I was twerking, holding on to the stripper pole we had in our party bus. Samar hooked us up with connections in Miami, so we had rental cars to cruise with his friend drove the party bus. We had so much liquor on this bus, we were going to be fucked up tonight. “I’m real as rich ass bitch from the south” I sang to Mulatto “Bitch From Da Souf (remix)”. “Aight ladies we here” P-Wall said. Tye handed him a $20 dollar bill. “Thanks P!” She yelled as we got of the bus. We showed our wrist bands to the bouncer and he brought us to a section near V.I.P. “Tye Samar really hooked us up!” Ariana said taking some more shots. Tye smiled and nodded. “I know right, speaking of I’m going to go say hey to him up in the booth really quick, yall get us a pitcher or something” She said before leaving. “Please me baby turn around and just tease me baby, you know what I want and what I need baby” I heard start playing. Melody and Ariana wear dancing on the couch we had in our section. I took a shot. “Ari! Mel! I am going to go get us a pitcher sent up here. I’ll be back”. I told them as I walked out of our section. I went downstairs to the bar. I danced my way through the crowd feeling the liquor in my system. I got up to the bar and just waited for a bartender to acknowledge me, the club was packed so I just looked on IG. “Beautiful can I help you!?” I heard someone yell over the music. I looked up and it was this fine ass nigga. I smirked at him this was about to be interesting cause I was Lit. “Yes, how can I get us a pitcher sent up to my section?!” I asked looking him up and down. He looked at me in a mesmerizing way. I waved my hand in his face. “Hello?” I said. He smiled at me. “What drink yall want, Ill bring it up” He said. I smiled, and blushed. “Mmm a Blue Motherfucker!” I said before turning around, I felt him gently grab my arm. “But first you got to chill with me down here. My shift gets boring after while and it would be nice if for a minute you kept me company” He said. I tried to hide my smile. “Okay cool. My name is Zion by the way” I said extending my hand. He shook my hand and smiled that fine ass smile. “Kyrel, you from here?” He asked. I shook my head. “Nah just on Vacation” I said. He nodded as he looked and seen someone calling for a bartender, he held his hand up to give me one minute. I danced in my seat to “Bartier Cardi” played by Cardi B. I looked up at my girls in the section. They were drunk as fuck talking to niggas in the section next to ours. Kyrel came back and we talked for what seemed like 30 minutes. “Afterwards I’m going to waffle house if you want to join me, no funny play no trying you I promise, and I will make sure you get home” He said to me. I hesitated but then I nodded. “Okay”.

Tye:

 I sipped my 4th drink of henny and coke as I danced near the booth where Samar was DJing. I was lit not too drunk but I was up through there. “Aye Mami you want to dance?” I heard in my ear. It was some fine ass Cuban man. I nodded my head. He brought me to dance floor and was feeling all on me as we danced to “Wild Thoughts” By DJ Khaled. “What’s your name?” He asked. I turned to him “Tye” I simply said. “Ahh I like that, my name is Julian” He told me. “You on vacation?” He asked. I nodded. He turned me back around towards. “Maybe we should link, while you’re in my city” I smirked at him. “Okay. That’s a deal” I told him. I looked over towards the DJ booth and seen some bitches up in his section. I was already drinking so I was annoyed. “What’s your number?” I asked. He pulled out his phone and we exchanged numbers. “Ima be right back” I told him. He smirked and nodded at me. I went over to the booth. “Samar!” I yelled over the music. He was not paying me no mind. “Samar!” I yelled again. He looked over at me. “What’s up?” He said. I placed my hand on my hip mugging them bitches probably talking shit about me. “You supposed to be at work nigga, why you kee kee with them bitches?” I asked. He laughed. “Yo Tye chill go back over there with that little lame ass nigga and dance stop sweating me” He said smiling, shaking his head. “We homies, stay off the liq”. I rolled my eyes at him and walked back over to Julian. I needed some serious attention before I flipped the club over. “You good Mami?”. Julian asked. I smiled “Yes now what were we talking about?”.

Ariana:

“I don’t want to want to play no games, play no games fuck around and give you my last name I know you tired of the same damn thing, that’s okay cause baby you got it girl” Mel and I sang drunk as fuck. Zion was at the bar talking to some fine ass nigga and Tye was on the dance floor. “That’s my best friend right there!” I yelled as Melody was giving this random guy a lap dance. “Hey, come here” Some regular ass nigga said to me. He grabbed my waist and I started grinding on him. I feel my phone buzzing multiple times. I get up from the guy and look at my phone. It was Marlon blowing me up, leaving me crazy ass I miss you messages. I wobbled my drunk ass to the bathroom, with Melody right behind me. “What’s going on Ari?” She asked. I started whining cause my ass was drunk and no tears were coming out. “Fucking Marlon leaving me crazy ass messages and shit sending me dick pics” I told her. “Eww give me the phone, we going to block his stank ass” She said. She grabbed my phone, and then handed it back. “Done now let’s get some more liquor” She said laughing. “Bitch I’m drunk as fuck right now” I said staring at myself in the mirror. In walked these stank face looking ass girls. One had on a snakeskin jumpsuit and the other had on a neon pink two piece. I mugged the fuck out of them. “Is there a problem honey?” Snakeskin said. Melody turned around quick. “Excuse you?” She said. “Bitch I said is there a problem with you and you little ass friend posted up in here like you trying to fight or something?” The girl in the neon said. I was on one, so I was with whatever bullshit they was on. “We just up in here like you” Melody said. Tye busted in the bathroom and read the room and immediately posted up. “We got a problem?” They looked at all three of us. “No, we straight” Snakeskin said. We all walked out of the bathroom. “Ariana what the fuck was that?” Tye asked. Melody sucked her teeth in. “Them bitches been mugging all damn night that’s what fuck them hoes” She said. “Why yall even in the bathroom posted?” She asked. I handed her my phone. “Oh, this nigga is wildin, fuck him” Tye said. I nodded. “Mel blocked his ass anyways” I told her. “Ari just hop on some new dick stop stressing about the dumb ass nigga” Mel said. Now where the hell I’m find another fine ass nigga in Miami?” I asked. “Oh, nah let me go back on the dance floor this bitch acting like she not in Seaquarium full of fine ass men”. Tye said strutting to the dance floor. Mel and I followed behind her. “Hey yall” We seen Zion. “Bitch we ain’t seen you all fucking night” Tye said. “Sorry I met some dude, I’m bout to leave with him really quick I will meet yall back at the house” She said. Mel shook her head. “Nah see cause I seen Crime Watch Daily” She said. Zion laughed. “Girl trust me I’m good” She said. Mel shook her head still. “If you end up on the news, I’m going to say I told you so” She said. “Girl bye go have fun” Tye said. 

Melody:

“I can't read your mind, gotta say that shit, Should I take your love? Should I take that dick? Got a whole lot of options 'cause you know a bitch poppin' I'm a hot girl, so you know ain't shit stopping” Hot girl summer was playing. Ari, Tye and I was drunk as hell damn near bout to be on the floor. The club was still packed, and it was 2:30 am, in Atlanta clubs be dying down by then. “Real ass nigga gives a fuck 'bout a bitch. It is what it is, this some five-star dick, she a big ol' freak, it's a must that I hit. It's a Hot Girl Summer, so you know she got it lit Real ass bitch, know she got it lit” I sang dancing on the stripper pole they had near the DJ booth.  “Aye yo baby?” I heard. I looked down and seen a crusty nigga drooling at me. “Bye sirrrr Byeee” I said drunk. “Can we talk? Can I get your number baby?” He asked. “Nah my nigga crazy and he got his friend in here as disguises to blend to watch who try to talk to me and I’m warning you niggas be going missing after I talk to them they end up on the news” I said smiling still twerking ass out and all. He started throwing money and feeling on my ass. Ari and Tye were not paying attention. “I’m take yo money cause you shouldn’t have been throwing at me in the first place so if you give me $100, I will give you my number on the low and give you my panties” I said jokingly. His face lit up this damn ass crusty ass bum ass nigga handed me two $50 bills. I looked out into the club scared. “You should probably go now, you been spotted” I told him. He laughed at me. “Quit playing baby” He said. Security winking at me walked over towards us. The crusty nigga jumped at his voice. “We have a problem here?” Security asked. “No No sir” He said scared. He tried to grab his money he through. “Uh uh this my money now honey” I said laughing as I danced seductively to Chris Brown’s “Confidence”. “Fifty Shades, ooh Tie your hands properly, I'm loving it. It's your confidence, oh woah Your confidence” The song played. I swung around the pole and closed my eyes. “Please don't tell nobody 'bout this affair. Baby, go and dutty whine it out, thank you, baby. We might not make it to the room, from right here I love it when you tell me what to do, like sit right there. Yeah, I need that” I opened my eyes, and almost fell off the pole. “Isaac” I said to myself. I looked up in V.I.P, to see if I was tripping. I was lit but I know I ain’t hallucinating. We locked eyes, he got up from his seat. I could see he was with his home boys, Trey and Freddie. “Oh nah, we got to go” I said, as security helped me down. “Ari! Tye!” I yelled through the crowd of girls. I accidently bumped into the bathroom bitches, and shit went down. I do not know who it was, but somebody pushed the fuck out of me into Ari. “The fuck?” Ari said looking from me to the bathroom bitches. “She pushed you?” Tye asked. I nodded. “Yes, that bitch did” I said. They walked up on us, and Ari as usual threw the first punch and we followed. “Fight!” Somebody yelled. I could feel somebody pry my hands-off Neon bitch and pick me up and take me out of the crowd. I seen it was security. “Thanks homie” I heard. I seen it was Isaac. I felt my stomach churning. “Fuck” I ran out of the club and onto the curb to throw up. Soon after I seen Ari and Tye get nicely put out by security. “Sorry beautiful but no fighting” He said to Tye. “Fuck them hoes” Tye said. “Get yall hands off me!” We looked and seen security toss them bitches out. Ari laughed at how fucked up they looked. “Bitch don’t let me see yo ass out in these streets” Snakeskin said. “Or what sis? You gone get jumped again dumb ass” Ari said. Tye started laughing so hard. “We just had free shit all night start a fight and get kicked out of nice club, we going to have sooo much fun here” She said leaning on me.

Supporting Characters:

Julian:  (Malik Bomaniallah)

[the-glow-of-the-cities]

A Five Letter Problem- Chapter One: White Teeth Teens

Summary: Two years have passed since you left Boston. Now you’ve established a new life, a new family, and new friends. What could possibly go wrong?

A/N: Ok, chapter one, real-time now. Enjoy!

Warnings: Bad friends?

Words: 2.7k

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“Oh my God!” you yell as the dinner table explodes with laughter, “You’re not serious!”

“Dead serious,” Natasha smirks back, her usual stoic demeanor letting a chuckle slip out.

“DAD! That’s horrible!” you jokingly shout at him.

“Ok, so maybe it wasn’t the best choice I ever made, but hey, I can’t change it now,” Tony replies, slightly defensive, but laughing with everyone else.

“You- you sent-” Sam doubles over in another fit of laughter, before trying to compose himself enough to make a comprehensible sentence, “You sent Nat, to spy on your daughter before you even met her or even knew if she was actually your daughter.”

Your father stares at the table, mildly ashamed.

“Christ, Tony,” Pepper chimes in, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“And where were you two during this?” Sam nudges Steve who was sitting next to him and nods at Banner across the table.

“I tried to talk him out of it!” Banner replies, shaking his head.

“Oh boy, you are never going to hear the last of this, dad,” you grin mischievously, “I think this gives me at least six months of leverage, if not a whole year.”

He groans.

As the conversation moves away from your father’s screw up you look around at where you are now compared to two years ago when that incident had happened. It had only taken a few months for you to settle in at the tower and fall in love with the city, as well as your new family. Your father had started you at Midtown High as soon as possible, and while it wasn’t what you were used to, you made some friends (none as good as your old ones, but you would take what you could get), and were honestly doing well. 

Of course, the big question when you first arrived was ‘what the hell are we supposed to tell the public.’ In the end, the general consensus was that you didn’t need all of the attention from the world you would get as a Stark, so they kept you secret. The school administration obviously knew, but since your last name was Y/L/N and not Stark your classmates finding out wasn’t an issue.

There had been no word directly from your mother, but your friends would always tell you when they bumped into her in the supermarket and stuff like that. Based on your limited information, she hadn’t improved. 

So you lived in the tower, you went to school, you lived a normal life, and everything was good. You were the secret daughter of Tony Stark.

“So Tony,” Clint says, and your attention snaps back to the conversation at hand, “What about that Spiderman you’ve been working with?” 

“What about him?” your father responds, looking curious.

“When are we going to meet the guy, I know he comes and works in the labs a ton, but you’ve never actually introduced us.”

“Eh, I don’t know if he’s ready to meet everyone after all you guys are pretty mean.”

A chorus of offended sounds escapes the table, as all of your inner drama queens showed through.

“I mean if you guys promise to be nice maybe I’ll bring the kid by tomorrow…”

“The kid?” you pipe up, eyebrows raised.

“Uhhhh,” your father races to come up with an explanation, but, unable to find one, simply replies, “I’ve said too much.”

“Congrats, Stark. The kid hasn’t even met us yet and you’ve given away part of his identity,” Nat quips.

And with that, you’re lost in thought again. Of course, you knew of Spiderman, you knew that he stopped by to work on stuff in the labs pretty often, but you had never actually met him and you had to admit you were curious. 

Your friends at school giggled behind their hands when watching videos of him doing his hero thing, obviously crushing on him. You rolled your eyes, but in your head, you wanted to get to know him too, just not for the same reasons. 

For two years now you had lived with superheroes, and in doing so discovered that they were some of the most fascinating people. You wanted to know the hero’s story, you wanted to get all of the details and write them down. You wanted to hear all of the stories, you wanted to get to know who was behind the mask, just as you had with all of the Avengers.

Pretty soon everyone began pushing in chairs and putting plates by the sink. It was your turn to do the dishes, so once everyone had left the room you slipped on your headphones, pressed play, and “Breaking Down” by Florence + The Machine echoes through the speakers and fills your brain. You roll up your sleeves, pull back your hair, which was still a shining shade of Y/F/C, and begin to clean.

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The next morning.

Your POV:

You open your eyes to a ringing alarm.

Stretching and yawning you slowly sit up, staring towards the wall of windows across from your bed. A beautiful pink, purple, orange, and blue splatters the sky visible beyond buildings, a sight that never fails to leave you awestruck. 

The colors swirl together and stain the clouds, reflecting off the sheer, glass sides of Manhattan buildings. Beige offices and grey cubicles all illuminated in shining color for a few moments each day. Immense beauty that, like all good things, many would never know. 

You wanted to freeze the spinning of the Earth.

Just for a few minutes.

Just so the tired, unenthused workers would be able to see just how incredible their work could be.

But you couldn’t.

You calmly slid out of your bed and walked over to the outfit you had set out the night before. School would begin in a little over an hour, and you needed to get ready. The sun would be there the next morning.

You slipped on your favorite jeans and threw on the soft sweatshirt that would keep you warm in the late winter/early spring chill, before padding to the kitchen.

At the door, you were met with the smell of coffee.

Wanda slips a plate with a bagel and lox on it towards you, your favorite.

“Thank you,” you smile at her.

She winks back at you.

Although she was one of the most recent additions to the tower, you had grown close with the woman. After all, she was much easier to gossip with and get advice from than anyone else around.

You dig into the bagel, a real New York one, as Wanda sits down across from you.

“So,” she says.

“So,” you say, in between bites.

“How are you?”

“I’m good, why?” you furrow your eyebrows at her, wondering where the almost intervention-like tone was coming from.

“Oh, no reason in particular. I just worry about you sometimes,” she tilts her head at you.

“I’m good, Wanda, really.”

“How about your friends?”

“They’re good.”

“Why don’t you invite them over some time, I’d love to meet everyone!”

“You know why I can’t do that…”

“Right, you’re ‘not the Starkling.’ You should go over to one of their houses, then.”

“I would, but I’m always busy.”

That was a lie.

“I’m sure you could find the time. Tasha would gladly give you a day off training to meet up with some friends. Or if you wanted to go for dinner we could survive without you for one night.”

“Good point. Maybe sometime soon.”

That was also a lie.

“Good,” she caringly smiled at you, making you feel guilty, “Now off with you, finish getting ready and then get going before you’re late.”

You eat the last bite of your bagel and take a swig of water before running back to your room.

Studying your reflection in the mirror, you grab your hairbrush and start on your usual hairstyle. When fully satisfied with your reflection, you head to the back elevator, which took you down to the back door out of the tower, from where you would head to the subway and then from there to your high school.

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You walk through the doors to your school and find your friends in their normal spot. 

Alice, Caitlin, Meg, Ari, and Taylor-

Wait.

No.

Where did that come from?

Molly, Alicia, Leslie, and Will.

Molly, Alicia, Leslie, and Will. 

Those are your new friends.

Molly, Alicia, Leslie, and Will.

That's right.

“Hey, guys,” you say as you join their cluster.

They all greet you before turning back to their conversation.

“I’m telling you, that’s what she said!”

“No way. There is no way they’re dating.”

The utterly uninteresting conversation fades into even more pointless background noise. Constant, monotonous, unchanging, the perfect backdrop for your wandering thoughts.

You thought back to the conversation you had had with Wanda that morning, how you had lied. Yes, you were busy, but that wasn’t the reason you never saw your friends outside of school. 

You would jump at the chance to grab coffee after school, have a movie night, or even to just sit around in a circle and zone out together; if they ever asked you.

Every Monday you’d hear about all the fun they had over the weekend, but they never asked ‘Hey, Y/N, how’d you like to have all this fun with us over the weekend? It’ll be great!”

Not once.

“Y/N? Hey! Earth to Y/N.”

You jump, noticing for the first time Alicia’s hand swinging back and forth in front of your face.

“Sorry, what’s up?”

“I asked what you thought about that post I sent you about Spiderman’s secret identity,” she pointedly says. 

“Oh, I didn’t see that. What did it say?” you indulge your friend, she was always sending you nonsense theories about Spiderman over Tumblr. Alicia was, at heart, a true fangirl.

“Apparently, he’s a ‘kid.’ They guessed he was like 16 based on his appearance!.”

“Oh, cool,” I tried to sound enthusiastic, but my father’s voice echoed in the back of my mind. I remembered him calling the hero a kid the night before, “What was their source?”

“They said it was super reputable, but they couldn’t reveal it yet.”

“Huh, I wonder who it could be,” you brushed it off, all of the theories Alicia sent you were pretty much nonsense, so you figured this was more of the same. 

You glanced around the hall you were in, your friends back to gossiping, and caught a glimpse of someone nearby staring at your group. Peter Parker, you thought the kid’s name was. Seeing you looking, he quickly glanced away and fumbled with his locker. He seemed like a nice kid, definitely a smart one, he was in a few of your classes and you whenever you ended up working together he was good company, although shy. You had to admit, you wanted to be friends with him. Him and his friends seemed way cooler than yours.

Then first bell dragged you, kicking and screaming, back to reality.

“Alright, I’ll see all of you at lunch,” Molly promised.

“Good luck on your history test,” Leslie addressed Will.

“Thanks,” Will addressed Leslie.

“Look for that post I sent you,” Alicia told you sternly.

“I will.”

You wouldn’t.

And you all turned in different directions, moving through the crowd, into different classrooms, hallways, and stairwells.

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‘We ended up going off campus for lunch, sorry dude’

‘It’s ok, maybe just let me know next time so I can come…’

You sighed as you pressed send on the text.

Great.

You looked around the cafeteria, searching for someone you could sit with.

Your eyes fell on tables that had open seats with people you didn’t know and full tables with people you knew.

Just when you believed your search would be fruitless, you spotted a table in the back corner which was pretty much empty, it’s only occupants were a girl you had a few classes with, named Michelle, her friend Ned, and a third person with a head of curls, whose back was to you.

Cautiously approaching, you make eye contact with Michelle and smile awkwardly.

She tilts her head, giving you a look that said ‘what’s up?’ and you opened your mouth to respond.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” she says.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” you ask. As you spoke, the figure that you previously couldn’t identify faced you, revealing a curious face that belonged to Peter. “My friends ditched me to go eat off-campus, and I don’t have many other options,”  you explain with an apologetic smile.

“Yeah, sure,” she says, moving her books off the table across from her, opening up the seat next to Peter.

“Thank you,” the gratitude runs deep in your tone as you slip into the seat and set your bag down next to you.

“Your friends ditched you?” Ned inquires. You look up from your food just in time to see the accompanying look he sent to Peter. It was an expression you couldn’t quite read, but you shrugged it off.

“Yeah… At least they gave me a heads up this time, though.”

“This time?” Peter furrows his brow incredulously.

“This time,” you nod at him with a laugh.

“Dude, that sucks,” Michelle states bluntly.

“Thanks, Michelle.”

“No problem, man,” the girl smirks.

Everyone focuses on their food for a minute, before Ned addresses Peter, saying something about a LEGO Death Star.

All throughout lunch you find yourself laughing and smiling with the other three, you couldn’t remember last time you had enjoyed a lunch that much. You bonded over your nerdy interests and senses of humor. Gossiped about things that actually interested you. Hell, even poked fun at some of the popular kids. You were actually sad when the bell rang, cutting you off in the middle of an anecdote about a clumsy accident you had had the week before.

The last two periods of the day dragged by, and you were utterly exhausted by the time the final bell rang through your ears. 

You walk down the halls and turn the familiar corner that you would normally take to meet up with your friends. 

They’re right there.

You can see them.

You freeze.

They’re laughing.

They’re smiling.

They’re having a good time.

Once again, without you.

No.

They weren’t friends.

You turn around.

You walk away.

Out the doors.

Down the street.

Into the subway.

Home.

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The familiar voices create a sense of peace around the table. 

Natasha tells about all the mistakes in training that day. While Clint, the subject of her ridicule, laughs next to her.

Sam laughs along.

Wanda smiles at the pair.

Steve shakes his head.

Vision looks mildly confused.

Bruce takes a bite of his food.

“Alright, alright! Everyone!” Tony calls. You look over at him, seeing he’s leaning half in, half out of the door, as if hiding something behind it.

“The king needs silence!” Sam quips, making fun of your father’s attempt to shut up the group.

“Thank you, Sam, I do,” Tony goes along with the other man’s joke.

“You’re welcome,” Sam replies loudly, cutting off Tony as he opened his mouth to say something.

“Ok, really everyone. Quiet please.”

“At your request-”

“Get on with it!” Clint shouts. The group cheers in agreement.

“For god’s sake, Clint, I’m trying.”

“At your request…” he continues at an infuriatingly slow pace, “I have invited a guest to dinner tonight.”

Remarks ranging from “oooh!” to “who” to “can I get back to my burger already” issue from those gathered.

“May I present,” a drumroll breaks out amongst the team “Spiderman!” 

He throws the door open behind him to reveal boy with unruly brown hair and a nervous smile, that slides into confusion when his brown eyes meet your Y/E/C ones.

“Y/N?”

“Peter?”