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myfictionaldreams · 2 years

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~ harry potter masterlist📚 ~

Hello lovely, I hope you’re having a great day. Welcome to my harry potter masterlist! I love to write in my spare time and the fiction that I create is for 18+ readers ONLY please. Also, everything is character x fem!reader and please, read the tags carefully before continuing.

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poly!marauders masterlist! 🐺🐕‍🦺🦌

sirius black 🐕‍🦺

12 lonely years (ch.1) (ch.2) (fluff, angst, dark)

Your husband, Sirius Black was finally a free man, cleared of all charges and he was coming home to you and Harry. But, the dark thoughts spiraled through your mind, you couldn’t help but wonder if he even loved you anymore so, you shut him out. What happens when Sirius finally snaps after you get hurt?

fisting - kinktober (smut)

More - you need more, wanting everything he could offer to you.

mafia!sirius - breaking the rules (smut)

You were under Sirius’ desk and keeping his cock warm. After which you start touches yourself without permission and Sirius punishes you by spanking in front of everyone.

mafia!sirius - take a seat (smut)

It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.

hate sex - kinktober (smut)

You were in Slytherin, so it was in your blood to hate Sirius Orion Black, so why can’t you stop thinking about his stupid handsome face?

remus lupin🐺

the patronus (smut)

You had difficulty producing a patronus charm so you approach your favourite defence against the dark arts teacher for help, but think take a turn as he asks what your happy memory is.

traitor’s daughter (fluff, angst)

Remus adopted you after your father Peter was killed by Sirius Black. How will you react when you find out the truth of what happened on that night many years ago?

orgasm delay/denial - kintober (smut)

it was near to the full moon and remus was being incredibly possessive but what happens when you decide to fall asleep instead of letting him fuck you?

cockwarming - kinktober (smut)

Remus had essays to mark but you had the perfect idea to distract him

vouyerism/Exhibitionist - kinktober (+James/Sirius) (smut)

Every night Remus cast a silencing spell around you both so his friends couldn’t hear your sweet moans. Thats what you thought anyway until he reveleaed that he might have forgotten once or twice.

mafia!remus - taking what’s mine (smut, angst)

You stood restrained in the centre of the room, having been kidnapped for being the mafia boss’ girlfriend. How will he react when he finally finds you?

marking - kinktober (smut)

Remus accidentally bites your neck too hard and leaves indents of his teeth, and now it’s woken something with him, needing everyone to see the mark he’s left on you.

james potter🦌

come fly with me (fluff, smut, angst)

James had been pestering to take you flying for months, and finally you had agreed, what happens when you fall off your broom whilst he’s not by your side?

milking - kinktober (smut)

The Gryffindor team had won the quidditch match and it was all thanks to you boyfriend James, you needed to give him a reward for his hard work

dry hump (part 1) // todays lesson: dont catch feelings (part 2) // talk to me (part 3) (smut)

James Potter was your best friend and he was unequivally in love with Lily Evans. However, he has one secret that he trusts only with you: he’s never kissed anyone before

james / sirius 🐕‍🦺🦌

size difference - kinktober (smut)

James and Sirius loved teasing you about how tiny you are

severus snape ⚗️

the start of the end (smut, angst)

It’s the end of the Triwizard tournament and being a professor at Hogwarts, your thoughts should be on looking after the devastated strudents however, you couldn’t stop thinking about your husband gripping his dark mark and what it means for the two of you now.

draco malfoy 🍏

educational decree no.26 (smut)

You struggled against the person that held you until you flet their breath on your neck whispering, “going somewhere Potter?”

our secret (fluff, smut, angst)

As you feel unconscious from your broom, Draco had to decide at that moment; does he save the one he loves and expose everything he cherished, or watch you fall to the ground?

the vanishing cabinet (fluff, smut, angst)

You noticed that there was something wrong with Draco’s behaviour this past year. No matter how you try and comfort him, he pushes you away until a moment of weakness. He explains that he is fixing a vanishing cabinet, even asking if you’d like to work on it together, until one night, he’s at his breaking point.

magic - kinktober (smut)

Draco had a devious plan, one that he decided to complete it in the middle of the great hall

keeping quiet - kinktober (smut)

There were so many people outside the door, hundreds possibly that could catch you, but it felt so good, how were you meant to stay quiet?

lucius malfoy 🐍

the school governor (smut)

It was your greatest shame to be in love with a married man, and yet, you couldn't stop the joy from filling your heart at seeing him standing in the middle of the corridor. You made the excuse that he was simply here because of the school attacks, but as his eyes connect with yours, you aren't so sure anymore.

#harry potter masterlist #marauders masterlist #remus lupin masterlist #sirius black masterlist #james potter masterlist #the marauders masterlist #hp masterlist #mine*#just updating my masterlist

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jiilys · 3 years

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would u help me out for a second. im in the mood to write for the first time, and i think your style is beautiful. sitting down n actually trying though, im stuck as fuck! i’m realizing that in your dialogue/scenes you’ve got a lot of Little Things. little tiny elements that are subtle & just enough. how are you deciding that lily is building a house of cards at the moment or sirius is sitting in a tree or whatever during a given scene? how do you come up with those ideas for dialogue that are so silly & real & sneakily tender? do you know where it’s going when you begin? any advice for just… starting something?

ps: i appreciate you. you make it look easy & that’s very very cool

This is a lovely question!! Sorry it took me so long to get to it, I didn’t want to get it wrong. Also I’ve included some examples to try and explain what I mean in practise, but it also comes off rather like plugging. tragically this is unavoidable. Anyway, all that being said I have no idea how to advise you about dialogue and coming up with it, I think just listening to people talk helps. Don’t forget contractions, and when in doubt always trust the reader to keep up, real people don’t say perfect or even grammatically correct sentences a lot of the time. We also cut each other off all the time, especially when we’re trying to be funny. Like, here’s an example from warm front:

“He’s not even two. He probably would have thought it was, like, having a lie down or something.”

Harry was laughing now, “A lie down?”

“Yeah, a spontaneous, truck-induced–“

“–Permanent–“ “

–Permanent, lie-down. I’m almost jealous now actually.”

Another thing, but people say um and like or can't speak or cut themselves off, especially when they’re nervous. James when Lily says she loves him for the first time: ‘“Wow,” He breathed, “I’m– wow.” He put both hands on her cheeks and kissed her crazy, abruptly, dumbly. Her head spun.’ He can’t even speak! Dumb boy.

I think natural dialogue sometimes just requires you to read it aloud, which is very embarrassing but ultimately quite useful in trying to figure out whether something sounds normal or not. Use casual words, and try not to go dictionary hunting: if you cant think of the word chances are your character can’t either

In terms of concepts I have no idea, but I do have a few tips. I write all my short one-shots in one document (its called ‘just bad’ lmao) so its easy to start something, write a few lines, and then if it doesnt work just start a new concept, but still have all the old stuff handy. if you feel like you’ve written yourself into a corner its probably because you took a wrong turn earlier, so its just a matter of going back up and figuring out where you turned onto the dead end, or where a line could be funnier and/or sadder and/or more meaningful. Sometimes the bare bones of a decent line is there but you have to work it a little.

In this harry/ginny thing where harry is apologising for all the attention and ginny brushes him off she says:

“It’s nothing,” her voice, all force, “Anyway, it’s more funny than annoying.”

The response went through a few drafts, all variations on the same thing:

(1) “You’re funnier.” [too short, doesn’t make sense, and not really that funny. unholy trinity]

(2) “You make it funny.” Harry said, looking at her for real, “It’s not– you make it like that.” [this could work! I have no idea why I cut this, I think I forgot abt it lmao]

(3) “You’re the funniest person I know, Harry said, sincerely, and Ginny felt her heartbeat all through her, “You make it funny.” [jumping from ‘its more funny than annoying’ to getting this sincere out of nowhere is a little much, even for harry who is famously whipped]

I ended up going with this:

“It’s nothing,” her voice, all force, “Anyway, it’s more funny than annoying.”

“You’re funny.” Harry said, looking at her for real, flustered, “I mean– you make it funny. That’s all you.”

It follows the flow of the conversation and I think the way he says it, ‘you’re funny’ like its obvious, and then being like oh fuck and over-explaining it stumbling a little “I mean– you make it funny. That’s all you.”. You know when you like someone and you say something that gives you away before you can stop yourself? I wanted it to sound like that. Just gotta keep in mind how people behave, we are so stupid a lot of the time, we give ourselves away.

The thing about short stuff i find is implying a lot of history without actually describing a lot of it. I normally do this by having memories come up as almost shards, one second of feeling. You know when you’re in a conversation with someone and they mention someone or a past event, and it rises to the top of your brain, but only for a second? i find sometimes when you’re reading stuff people will try and replay entire memories or events mid-conversation, which is not something you do when you think. You don’t need to replay it beat by beat, you were there! This sounds vague as hell so I’ll try and show you what I mean:

From good crimes: “Petunia is engaged.” Lily’s voice, raw and wrong, “To Vernon. Eliza Hunt told me at the supermarket.” Sudden flashes of Petunia, the only time he’d ever met her, sat in the back of Lily’s twenty-first, pinched and whispering. “Whose Eliza Hunt?” This seems as good a thing to say as any.

pretty on the nose (the phrase ‘sudden flashes’ is pretty so i'll allow it from past me). But see how you don’t need to know how Petunia didnt talk to anyone, how she left early, how she was the odd one out: you don’t need to read all that, you already know because she was sat in the back and because pinched is such a mean verb, spiteful and sharp, you can already imagine how the evening went without me saying so

From my proposal take, after Sirius finds out they’re engaged: Sirius’ grip on his shoulder tightened for one second, still grinning, and James knew what he meant. “I know.” He said, because only Sirius had been there for all of it, when they were fifteen, drunk on Firewhiskey for the first time and James had said I think I’ve fucked it, I think I’ve fucked it but I like her for real.

you don’t need a description of the whole night, what party they were at, who they were with, what they were talking about: the important bit is that Sirius was the first person he told, and that they’re both remembering that at the same moment because they’re soulmates lmao. You know when something big happens for a friend and you feel so full of pride & love that you feel like you’ll burst into confetti?? this needed to feel like that, and you only need a flash for it

I feel like I’ve sort of strayed off from what you asked me, which is really advice on how to start something. I normally start with a line, usually of dialogue, and then try and build from there because dialogue is my thing. You might have a different thing! Some people write from concepts or locations, or an image. i might start with one or a few lines of dialogue, write them down, and then try to build from there. For example for the proposal thing I started from james just saying “Marry me”, which I find more romantic than ‘will you marry me’, purely because it sounds like he simply couldn’t stop himself from saying it, like it rushed out. Another example, this thing started from just “don’t be mad at me” “okay” James agreed instantly, because he is such a sucker for her.

When I write I don’t normally know where I’m going! I normally set out to write something I think is vaguely funny and evokes An Emotion, and then I just play around with stuff until I get there. when I write certain stuff and I have scenes in mind, stuff I want to happen, but I find that if I try to plot it to tightly its not exciting to work on, because sometimes you write a good line by accident, that you hadn’t thought of when you sat down, and you surprise yourself. That is a really nice feeling! i want to maximise that feeling.

'What I mostly try to remember is that writing something down, anything down, is useful. Sometimes you write for a whole night and dont get anything useable, but its like clearing pipes. Sometimes you have to flush through shit to get to the good bits. All the rough stuff, the things you don’t like or didn’t work, you wrote to get you to the stuff that did work. All of the bad shit got you here! It wasn’t a waste, you were working to find the good thing

If I had any tips its just the usual stuff, read! It is annoying how much that helps. Also, and I know this may make you shudder, but reading poetry is useful just because in no other literary or media form is language so important. In comics you have pictures, in novels you have plot and character, in film you all that and cinematography, but in poetry you live and die by how good the words are. If you want recs here’s my poem roundup tag, that I do sometimes, or if you want something just now read this by Anne Carson, which uses words like ‘smashing’, ‘boatwash’, and ‘green’ in the best way possible. Also it has these lines: “Recently having learned to recognize the type of tree called sycamore, / I see them in any forest— / the ones that look harrowed, / in shreds, but / go also / straight up into life,”

I mean, think of a sharper image than that?? It’s not possible. Just try remember to stay true to your characters and that in real life, the little stuff is the big stuff. Little things the people around you do normally show they care more than big speeches, and if you want to show love that’s how to make it feel lived in. You want to build a world! the little stuff is usually the world. Take some from your own or dream the ones you wish you had.

This truly was a very kind message and I’m so grateful you like my stuff, I hope any of this was even half-useful, although now reading it back it is borderline nonsensical. I’m going to bed now, good luck with the writing, and don’t forget to send it to me!!

caro xoxo

#writing bitching #said it already but loved this message it was so thoughtful. seemed pretty articulate to me i think ur writing is gunna be just fine!!!#rooting for you & anyone trying to write something rn. words suck and are difficult! they are also better than drugs & sex. regretable #kindnesses

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butgilinsky · 3 years

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prompt list!

a/n; i wanted to make a prompt list of some of the lyrics that inspire me/give me ideas that i don't necessarily want to mold into an entire fic. send in all of your requests w your fav himbo from the players i write for! if you can think of a lyric that i haven't listed that you rly want to see in blurb form, you can req those too and i'll do my best to do it justice. i'll get to every request as fast as i can but depending on how many there are it may take a while so bear w me(:

Angst

Didn't wanna scare you, just wanted to be near you. Wanted you to hear what's in my head - Ruel (too many feelings)

What's the point in dressing up to be let down? - Alexander 23 (Cry Over Boys)

Aren't you tired of getting hurt? Aren't you sick of, of making it worse? - Alexander 23 (Cry Over Boys)

You're acting like we never changed and finally I can sleep at night, makes you wanna lose your mind - Tate McRae (r u ok)

I hope he treats you better than I ever could, 'cause you deserve the world times two and our simple sunday afternoons. - Clinton Kane (CHICKEN TENDIES)

I know it's lame but this is how I'm coping without you - Rosie Darling (Coping)

If this is the last time please come close. I love you with all my heart, you know. - LANY (If This Is the Last Time)

I would've walked through hell to find another way. - Anson Seabra (Walked Through Hell)

Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had, but I don't really care how bad it hurts when you broke me first. - Tate McRae (you broke me first)

Today I drove through the suburbs and pictured I was driving home to you. - Olivia Rodrigo (driver’s license)

But don't break your back for me. I'll put you out of your misery. - Post Malone (Stay)

You say that I won't lose you, but you can't predict the future. - Justin Bieber (Anyone)

I dont really give a damn about the way you touch me when we’re alone - Ricky Montgomery (Line Without A Hook)

Never make him love me - Frank Ocean (Bad Religion)

You never told me being rich was so lonely...hard to complain from his five star hotel - Mac Miller (Small Worlds)

Running from love, wish you were here - SZA (20 Something)

All these street lights, glowing, happen to be just like moments passing right in front of me - Daniel Caesar (Streetcar)

'Til fate brings you home I'll wait through your phases - PRETTYMUCH (Phases)

When I call in the morning without any warning I'll say all the things that I should've said - The Vamps (Waves)

I will give you all of me - Sam Smith (Leave Your Lover)

Fluff

You wear white and I'll wear out the words I love you and you're beautiful. - Train (Marry Me)

Liquor was the only love I've known but you rescued me from reaching' for the bottom - Chris Stapleton (Tennessee Whiskey)

When I find my peace of mind I'm gonna give ya some of my good time - Red Hot Chili Peppers (Soul to Squeeze)

If I could find you now things would get better We could leave this town and run forever - Yellowcard (Ocean Avenue)

At times like this I wish I could have shut the door on you - Peach Tree Rascals (Violet)

I’ve never felt like this with you before - Collin Selman (dayDREAM)

The scars all on your body don't change the way I see you - Louie Duffelbags (Fucking For a Reason)

I'ma tell you something' you need to know before you make another move - K. Roosevelt (Feelings Don’t Change)

From the moment you walked in I knew right then you'd ruin me for anyone new - New Rules (Happy Ever After You)

I'd go spinnin' 'round the Sun with you again and again and again and again - Olivia Rodrigo (I Think I Kinda, You Know)

And I'm not scared to say those words - James Arthur (Falling Like The Stars)

Runnin' to the altar like a track star, can't wait another second - Justin Bieber (Holy)

I fell in love with a beautiful boy and you still take my breath away - Alex & Sierra (I Love You)

This feels like falling in love - Ed Sheeran (Kiss Me)

You're more than everything I need - Hunter Hayes (Wanted)

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mirclealignr · 4 years

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Current WIP Requests!

Just showing y’all what’s to come!

And keeping myself organised so I don’t lose anything! Requests are still open! (And just so you know I accept more than just Remus and Sirius hahah)

Who I write for • Prompt List #1 • Prompt List #2 •

Remus x Reader requested by @emmaloo21 ~ REQUESTS ARE OPEN?!?!?! Oh my gosh, maybe a Remus Lupin x Reader, Marauders Era, where reader gets into a fight with a Slytherin or something gets severely injured due to a unfair attack? So he comes and visits her in the hospital wing?

Sirius x Reader requested by anon ~ Heyy could you please write a sirius x reader where Sirius lashes out and calls the reader unimportant and then the reader doesnt talk to him for a few weeks and sirius realises what he said and regrets it. Im sorry if this is too specific. I love your your work btw❤❤

Harry Potter

Harry x reader requested by @mischiefsemimanaged Hey, I’d love to be added to your tag list! Also have a request: a Harryxreader where y/n’s embarrassed about her surgery scars. I’m having another surgery Friday and I wish I had a Harry lol. No worries if you don’t have time, love your work! Thanks so much!!

Charlie x reader requested by @barry-blockman ~ can i request a Charlie Weasley x reader where they were best friends w mutual pining at hogwarts but did nothing about it but they reuinte at the quidditch world cup bc arthur invites the reader since they remain close w the weasleys?? and they get together after when the reader stays at the burrow or whatever you want really!!! thank you so much!!

Seveurs (golden era) x Order!reader requested by @purpledragonturtles ~ Could you write a adult! Severus x Order member!Reader one shot in which they argue with each other, both unaware that the other is flirting with them. I don't know why but I picture Snape as a teasing kind of flirter. Of course, please some fluff (and angst) at the end

Draco x reader (part 2) requested by @patton-fielder ~ Hey sweetie! Could I get a part 2 to that heart breaking Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader request I asked for? Using 2, 7, and 8 from the fluff section? (All of them said by Draco preferably as an apology) i love ya so much ♥ stay safe! - prompt list 1

James x Slytherin!reader requested by anon ~ Hey luv, just saw that your requests are open again YES! Maybe on with james where the reader is pureblood and Slytherin and they met at a gala or something, he invites her for a dance andddd i dont really know i trust your amazing talent eheh Sorry to bother thanks in advance xxx

Marauders x short!reader requested by @remibarnes22 ~ Hiya honey, can I request a short reader and marauders fic where they’re looking after her? Like against bullies and tall things. Good ol’ fluff ❤️❤️ thanks xxx

remus x reader requested by @screaming123 ~ Im a self indulgent slut so maybe a remus fic taking care of reader after a bad day? If requests are still open ofc Hope youre having a fantastic day/night/both! 💗

regulus x reader requested by anon ~ Fluff 6, misc 8 with regulus pls 👀 prompt list 1

draco x reader requested by @the--queen-of-hell ~ May I request 2 and 15 from the fluff prompts for draco x reader? Thanks in advance (if you need me to be more specific, I can send another ask!) 😊💖💕 prompt list 2

remus x reader requested by anon ~ remus x reader soulmate 4 (both emotional and physical with more emotional pain for reader)

weasley twin x reader requested by @dreamer821 ~ Soulmate 4 & 5 (or either really!) with one of the twins??? 🙈🧡 prompt list 2

charlie x reader requested by @barry-blockman ~ hey sweetie!! congrats on reaching your goal, its very well deserved!! can i please, if its not a problem, request fluff no. 7 w (you guessed it) charlie weasley?? thank you so much 🥰

fred x reader requested by anon ~ Can I request a Fred Weasley x reader where the reader is Angelina's twin sister and Fred and George flirt with them all the time? Thank you!

harry potter x reader requested by anon ~ Hello dear! Can I request a harry potter x reader where the reader is just like Lily Evans and everyone who knew her has a soft spot for her because she reminds them of Lily? Also the reader has been friends with Harry since first year and they are in love with each other and everyone low-key loves seeing them together because they remind them of James and Lily?this idea sounded cute in my mind. Have a good day/night 💕

james x reader requested by anon ~ Okay for the james one from prompt list 2 fluff 5 6 12 13 BEAUTIFUL CMON eheheh love you xx

george x reader requested by anon ~ can i request hufflepuff!reader secretly leaving a cookie/cupcake + a small note for the weasley twins and they love the gesture but fred/george especially adores it bc it reminds him of home then they try to find out who it is and date them 😉 thanks

sirius x reader requested by anon ~ Could you do a Sirius x Gryffindor girl. Mutual pining for years but both are too stubborn to admit it till their 6th year when James and Remus tease him into finally admitting it to her. He does something rlly big and public but soft to admit his feelings.

draco x hufflepuff!reader requested by @bforbroadway ~ Hey! Could I request a soulmate AU (the one where whatever you draw on yourself is in your soulmate) Draco x hufflepuff!reader, and Draco just constantly has little flowers and rainbows and cats and hearts, and just overall cuteness, all over his arms? Just really fluffy 💕 Only do it if you think it will be fun, and keep doing great!

neville x reader requested by anon ~ 2 things 1) ur epic 2) can i have a neville x reader where neville is the herbology professor and reader is the care of magical creatures professer? do what you would like, i just think that would be cool again, ur awseome Lena

Headcannon for remus x reader requested by anon ~ Hey girl 👋 can I ask for a headcanon ? Reader being in love with Remus Lupin but him falling in love with her twin (not identical ofcourse) and dating the twin . Thank you ! Sorry if you don’t like the ask, I’m a sucker for angst and hurt! fics

headcanon for marauders x reader requested by anon ~ heyy, are you taking hc requests? cause i think i'd be really nice a head canon of the marauders meeting reader's (who is a muggleborn) parents

headcanon for marauders x reader requested by anon ~ hey! can i get a headcanon of the marauders having a big fight w the reader (they are wrong, but they only realize later) and then apologizing, angst but fluff at the end?:))) thanks

Sherlock

moriarty x reader x mycroft requested by anon ~ Hiii!!! Can I please request a moriarty x reader x mycroft where reader is moriarty’s partner and she’s mad at moriarty for spending all of his time on his game with sherlock so she decides to play with mycroft to get moriarty’s attention?! Sorry if I couldn’t explain it properly english isn’t my first language! Thanksss!

Mycroft x reader requested by anon ~ What about Mycroft x reader misc. 13? prompt list 1

Marvel

Steve x Avenger!reader requested by ~ @kitkatkl ~ Oooh, are your requests back open? If so, I'd like to request a Steve x avenger!reader where they like each other and the team orchestrates a game like truth or dare to make the reader admit it in some way (because I doubt steve would be down for t/d id he cant even get drunk. If you do do it, you can decide what's the truth/dare that makes them admit their feelings. 💙💙❤💙💙❤

loki x reader requested by anon ~ “Don’t go” as well as “We aren’t meant to be” and “It’s for your own good” with Loki? Maybe ending in fluff somehow? ~ prompt list 1

loki x reader requested by @mojofun ~ So can I ask a soulmate prompt for Loki? (The prompt about the mark)

Undecided Character

Good afternoon darling, May I request fluff 2, 5 and soulmates 1? I hope that's not too much 😅 For the character: your pick 😊 Thank you so much 💕💓 💗 (thehumanistsdiary)

What if, hear me out, “Why can’t I stop crying?” from the first prompt list, and “I let you hurt me because I thought you would hurt less” from the second? For either Draco or Severus? (anon)

requested by @thehumanistsdiary ~ Good afternoon darling, May I request fluff 2, 5 and soulmates 1? I hope that's not too much 😅 For the character: your pick 😊 Thank you so much 💕💓 💗 ~ prompt list 2

#jim moriarty x reader #sherlock x reader #mycroft x reader #remus x reader #sirius x reader #draco x reader #charlie weasley x reader #severus x reader #steve rogers x reader #tobias eaton x reader #harry potter x reader #james potter x reader #loki x reader #fred x reader #ginny x reader #hermione x reader #regulus x reader

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anotherbeingsworld · 4 years

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New Beginnings.

Pairing: Thomas Mendez x MC (Louiza Day - Sam Day (daughter))

Prompt: A final Goodbye for the final day of @julychoiceschallenge

Book: Mother of the year.

A/N: Hi, sooo I have a new fic today! It is my submission to the final day of the @julychoiceschallenge . This is my first time writing for Mother of the Year and, I hope I did it justice! I was terrified on posting this, but.. I am feeling awfully brave right now. I apologize for any grammar mistakes, since English wasnt my first language! I hope all of you enjoy it, and .. dont worry, Bryce will come back very very soon! 😉 Enjoy!

PS - I dont the characters except the storyline.

Warning: *minor* mentions of death. Death of a side character.

Tags: @baltersome , @mvalentine , @storyofmychoices , @fantasyoverreality98 , @jaxsmutsuo , @aylamwrites @choicesficwriterscreations , @julychoiceschallenge (I DONT KNOW WHO TO TAG since its not a Bryce fic! But, comment down if you want to be tagged in future fics!!💛)

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10 years ago, both the lives of Thomas and Luz Mendez were changed by the news of Soledad's death. The police knocked on their door, at midnight as Thomas was finishing up his work whilst Luz was in bed sleeping happily after the day she had. As the news dropped on every news channel, realization hits him like a brick, it was real. He had lost the love of his life, and Luz lost her mother.

Ten years later, at the exact same day. Both Thomas and Luz were never ready to face this day. Each year has been a challenge, as the pain of her sudden farewell was still felt by both of them. But, now… both of them are ready to move on from the pain. Their lives were changed once again by the arrival of Louiza Day and her beautiful daughter, Sam Day at Bernhardt Academy. Their existence in the Mendez's life gave a new meaning for both Thomas and Luz.

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Luz loves her mother, as they would spend lots of time together before she passed. She remembers the little moments with her, as she would always give the best hugs especially when she was sad. The memory of Soledad singing her favorite song before she goes to bed, or the moments where she and Luz to cook with her at their very own kitchen. Those memories hold a special place in her heart, but… today, the memory stood out even more; as somehow her face was much more clearer as every little thing that she saw in the house, everything brought back to her.

Growing up, she would never think someone would take her place. But, Louiza came through and showed that she adored both herself and Thomas in the way no one could. Louiza made Thomas happy, and the smile on her father's face made her realize; her dad is making the right choice. Luz being sisters with Sam was a bonus, as they are best friends for life and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Luz glanced at her bedside table, as there were two frames. One of them was a picture of Soledad and Thomas hugging her years ago, as the smile that was displayed was bigger than anything in the world. And, a few inches away, a new frame where it was a memory of a hiking day with Louiza and Sam. A picture of them reaching the top of the hill, after a long day of hiking. Luz smiles at both of the frames. Her life was changed when Soledad left, and it was changed once more when Louiza and Sam came.

She puts on her favorite dress, as she wore a cardigan over it. There was a knock on the door, as she heard a voice.

'Luz honey, let's go. We are leaving soon.' The voice said from the other side of the door, as Luz gets herself ready.

'Yes, mom! I'm coming.' She replied as she took a bouquet of Daisies that she bought with Sam the day before, as she leaves the room.

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Thomas is getting himself ready in the other room, as he wore a tux; the same one he wore at her funeral years ago. He never stopped thinking about her, or what might have been if Soledad was still alive. There were plans made for both of them, as it was almost their anniversary when the accident happened. Ten years ago, his life had changed and, he felt lost. He always depends on Soledad, since she was considered as an alpha parent herself. The first few years without her is tough, he had to learn to be strong for Luz.

The arrival of one Louiza Day and her daughter, Sam into his life took him by surprise. He has sworn, the first moment at the bookstore, it was the first time he felt butterflies. It felt like being in high school once again discovering our first love. Louiza has her own charm and wits that he adores. But, above all she was there for him during his hardest moments. She would be there as she held him in her arms a few years ago, this day. She was brave on standing up to what's true, and the way she held her head up during the custody battle for Sam and working side jobs for the sake of her daughter, he admired her. He didn't realize he had fallen deep for her, as they were dancing in the living room to Frank Sinatra, she wasn't very much of a dancer, but… she was the best partner one could ever ask for. And, from that moment; he knew she was the one.

The fear that comes through with the feelings making his mind torn into a million pieces. He feared that Soledad wouldn't be happy with his decisions, he feared that he would be selfish to put his feelings first. He was afraid if Luz wouldn't accept his decision on moving on. But…one day, waking up in his bed, he wanted to be selfish for once, because he knows Soledad would want him to be happy. And, from that day on; he took his chance and, he didn't regret a thing. He gives in to his feelings because he wanted too.

He adjusts the lapels of his suit, as he heard footsteps coming from the door. He glances at the figure, as she walks towards him. She walks slowly, as she held onto the small bump that was shown through the dress.

'Are you ready?' She said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

'With you, always.' He replied softly as they kissed.

They heard noises coming from the door once more, as Luz, Sam, and James are standing there giggling as they let out gagging noises which made them both chuckle. Thomas and Louiza walked out of the room, as he carries little James, their first child together in his arms whilst Luz and Sam held Louiza's hands. They left the house, as they started their small journey together.

The drive was short, as Thomas would felt a pang of sadness this time of the year. But, glancing at the passenger seat, he realizes he was not alone. He had a family who is going to be there for him when he felt down. Louiza squeezes his free hand, as she held it giving him the comfort through the short drive.

It was almost six in the evening, as they arrived at their destination. The scenery was beautiful, as the skies were clear and the atmosphere was calm. A beautiful day indeed. Thomas turns off the engine, as he took a deep breath steadying himself. He had done this several times, but it never failed to make him nervous.

'Its gonna be alright dad.' Luz said softly as she squeezes his shoulder from the backseat.

'We got you dad, right mom?' Sam said as she scoots forward placing a hand above Luz's.

Louiza nodded, as Thomas started to feel at ease. They finally exit the car and made their way through the Goldcliffe Cemetary. Luz and Sam were walking hand-in-hand, whilst James is in Thomas's arms, while Louiza follows beside him, with hands secured on her belly which is growing every day. It was their second child, as their family is growing every day.

The walk was short, as they finally arrived at Soledad's tombstone. It was near a large tree, as the leaves from the tree slowly falls from the wind. Thomas kneeled as Luz and Sam followed. They cleaned up the area, it has been their routine for the past ten years. After everything was done, Luz places the Daisies on top of it, as Sam held her hand the whole time.

'Hey mom, it's us! We all decided to came by today, and…we miss you. Dad and I missed you so so much, I hope you are doing amazing wherever you are. I told Sam and Louiza all of our stories and they enjoyed every part of it especially the ones where you burned the chili whilst making dinner! They loved you too, and little James also is giving you all the hugs as you would always give me. I love you, and I can't wait to see you again.' Luz stops herself before getting too emotional, as she clings onto Sam for support.

Thomas kneels, as he places his hand on the carvings on her name.

'We miss you so much love, I hope you are flying high wherever you are, never stop being your beautiful self and, know that I will always love you. Just like in our vows, 'We will always going to be together and nothing is gonna tear us apart.' and I will cherish your memory wherever I go, as you have taught me everything from being a father and, to being a great man. Thank you for everything love.' Thomas whispered slowly, as he stood up from the stone. The sun is about to set, as the skies transformed into various colors. It was a pinch of pink, and a combination of orange in the blend too.

Louiza places a kiss on his cheek, as the tears were in her eyes also. She never knew Soledad, but the stories she had lived to hear, she knew that Soledad was an amazing human being who had lived her life full of love and happiness.

The skies were beautiful, as Luz smiled happily at the sight of it. Thomas too, a wide smile on his face, knowing that he is finally ready to let go, especially the pain. Luz and Thomas hugged each other as it was somehow felt like a sign to them that Soledad was in a much better place and she was in peace. Louiza and Sam including little James stood by them both, as the day couldn't have ended any other way.

They finally said their final goodbye to the pain, as they are ready to move forward knowing Soledad is happily watching them wherever she is now.

Thomas glances into Louiza's eyes, as it softens.

'I love you.' He stated as he held her in his arms. She was about to reply, before Sam and Luz beat her to it.

'WE LOVE YOU TOO!' All of them said at the same time, pulling Thomas into a bear hug, his very own family.

Sometimes, the point of letting go is the chance to allow ourselves to have closure once more. Standing there, at the beautiful land as they said their final farewells to the past, moving on into the future. Luz and Thomas were ready to face the future, knowing that the past is always going to be there to guide them forward onto a new beginning or perhaps, a new edition to their very own family.

THE END.

A/N #2: Hii, I hope all of you enjoy it!!! This has been a fun write and it hits really hard at home, but.. I hope all of you loved it! Dont forget to like, reblog and comment, it means a lot. 💛 Thank you for reading - A

#july choices challenge #thomas mendez x mc #mother of the year #choices #mother of the year fics #thomas mendez #luz mendez #anotherbeingsworldwrites #goodbye #tw: death

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First Line Meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line, then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Hey @applesfallingfromblondehair, thanks for the tag love!! likewise i dont usually do this but this feels interesting so lets see if my ass has improved over the last few stories lmfkjgjk

also this will prob be a mix of xmcu fic + kingsman fic bc i think i have a more or less equal number of fics written for both

The first time Charles meets Lucifer Morningstar, actual devil from hell, ruler of the underworld, fallen son of the lord above and god knows what else, it had been after Erik had been sentenced to life imprisonment in the highest security cell in the Pentagon.

- this is from a professor and a devil walk into a bar, which is kinda a crossover rarepair fic that rose out of me and mutuals on twitter discussing tom ellis and james mcavoy being roommates and kinda... devolved from there. i am proud of this one lmfnjgkj

“Are you okay, Professor?” Hank asks quietly.

Charles blinks. He supposes it’s a valid question. He’s been in a bit of a funk the past few days- scratch that actually, the past few years. He’s just lost so much- his father, and then his mother’s love, and then Raven and Erik and Sean and countless others. Building a school, gaining students he loved to teach and nurture hadn’t helped him in the slightest, and he’s as lost as he ever was, wandering the halls of a drafty mansion alone, feeling like he’s been stranded at sea even whilst surrounded by people.

- from in the belly of the beast, which again came out of me wondering what would have happened if fox had gone w their original plan and charles had been that last horseman instead of erik. this story will prob gain a sequel... sometime in the near future when im not too bogged down by current wips

The Xavier family hall of the deceased- because of course they’re weird enough to have a cemetery- is full of rows upon rows of holograms. Charles is four and gets bored of his father crying over his mother’s hologram, so he toddles over to the other rows. Unfamiliar names, all of them- Charles is young, and he doesn’t understand death. He doesn’t even know who his mother is, who’d died at childbirth and left him with a father still at a loss when it came to bringing up a kid.

- from tequila on a spaceship, the sequel to a fic that still has some people angry at me i think. this fic never did gain as much traction as the first one but im still proud of it esp since it discusses certain themes of reincarnation that ive always wanted to see explored for myself in reincarnation aus (and i only ever saw it in danveresque’s reincarnation au)

There are cork boards covering every inch of the wall. Red strings, photographs, conspiracy threads, everything. Raven takes it in, swallowing, noticing the picture in the middle.

It’s one of Charles, when he’d been in university. His final year- he'd just been done presenting his year- end project, his fringe a tumbled mess and a bright smile on his lips. Erik had taken the picture, Charles scurrying to his side once he’d been done and demanding to look at the image, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth. He looks like how Raven had always imagined him to be.

“He wouldn’t want this,” she finally says, turning to look at Erik.

- from tequila on a beach, the first fic to the fic above. this fic is v special to me because i actually wrote this on a spiral after having a very tough visit with one of my parents in the hospital after a surgery for organ removal to prevent the onset of cancer. its simpler than my other fics yet i think more powerful because of what happens. also i think the first time i killed charles off lol (spoiler alert). also idk if ppl were aware of this but this is called tequila on a beach precisely bc charles and erik were tipsy from tequila at a frat party and then went to a beach. its the way they first met (and will continue to meet for all their next lives)

Erik doesn’t know how it all started. Maybe it was when his insane sergeant had started rambling about imaginary cities, treasures of gold and cursed incantations. Maybe it was when trickles of rumours had started pouring down about the higher ups wanting to investigate unfound territory, disregard the Egyptian government’s feelings on the matter, and put a previously unfound myth on the map for all the world to see. Or maybe, Erik thinks, it was when archaeologist Klaus Schmidt put a bullet through his mother’s head and he ended up going to America armed with dual citizenship and the sole intent of wanting to drive a coin directly between Schmidt’s eyes, joining a division of the American military focused solely on guarding archaeological digs- more importantly, in Egypt, where Schmidt’s interest had shifted.

- from courting the end of the world, another one i’m just insanely proud of! this is the first time i’ve ever attempted a multichapter movie au and it actually managed to work pretty well, i at least haven’t run out of inspiration for it yet lmfjgjg. also erik as himbo rick connell... very rent free in my head

The day after they murder Shaw and leave his house of horrors, Erik crosses the Canadian border with Charles across his back. Charles had started getting tired while they’d been walking, stumbling and nearly tripping until Erik had forced him to get on his back, ignoring Charles’ protests.

The blood’s seeping out steadily from Charles’ nose, staining his shirt and soaking it through. It’s been leaking on and off, and the effects are already obvious in the dark circles beneath Charles’ eyes. Any more, and Erik knows they’ll have to find him a doctor. He hopes the nearest town in Canada has one that would be willing to treat them.

- from a world built for two. i actually dk where the inspiration for this came from, i think i was once again on a depressive spiral and wanted to break my comfort characters into pieces and put them together again. this also deals with codependency and unhealthy coping mechanisms as a result of trauma which i showed as sweet in the fic but i would def not recommend in real life. pls if u relate to either charles or erik in this go see a therapist

The call comes in the afternoon, an hour before Charles is supposed to teach his Intro to Genetics class. Frowning, Charles abandons the game of Candy Crush he’d admittedly been playing rather badly and picks it up. “Charles sp-”

“We need you, Prof,” Kitty says desperately into the phone. “He’s been in a temper all morning, and then Alex’s reports missed out a whole subsection, so he’s fired the entire marketing team! Please, Professor, you have to come immediately!”

- from and we can be pirates. i wrote this in like 4 seconds for my friend who wanted professor charles and ceo erik and actually did not expect this to gain the attention it did... its always the fics u write in like 4 seconds lmfjggj. a sequel for this Is coming too probably at some point in the very far future

Charles Xavier can admit as he sits across from Essex, hands cuffed to the desk, that in hindsight, this had perhaps not been one of his better ideas.

He refuses to admit it as he controls Erik’s mind, preventing him from lashing out and making him close his eyes to the nightmare unfolding in front of him. He refuses to admit it as he gets shoved into the back of a black pickup truck, and the butt of a gun is smashed across his forehead hard enough to knock him out cold for a few hours. He refuses to admit it when he wakes up what appears to be hours later in a cold interrogation room, hands cuffed to the table in front of him, with a suppression collar rendering his mind dark and almost achingly silent.

- from from the land of gods (bring me home). i’ve been struggling w this fic a lot (it didnt come as easily to me as the first one did) but its getting there. also i put charles through hell in this rip sorry mister xavier

In the aftermath, both of them stand at the border of the mansion. The air feels frigid, slicing into Raven’s lungs like a thousand paper cuts. “Charles, please,” she begs, heart in her throat and voice hoarse. “He wouldn’t want you to be like this. He wouldn’t want you to do this. It’s not too late, you can come back.”

Charles gazes back, a brick wall. He hasn’t even cleaned up, still in that damnable yellow and blue suit with blood drying in the corners of his mouth, the bridge of his nose. There’s nothing in his eyes- blank, almost see through. He looks as if he’s a mere shade, a ghost lounging about where he once was. Raven knows better.

“I will raze the world to the ground,” he finally says, his voice free of any inflection, “and when I’m done, no one will be left standing. Not you, and certainly not me.”

- from where all the poets went to die, a dark fic based on what would have happened if moira had killed erik with the bullets. its the first time ive written dark charles and it was v fun if im being honest

10.

Charles is a light sleeper. It’s a trait that stays with him- all the way from his father and the tests to taking care of his mother to Cain Marko and his fists to Cuba and then now, the dust of Washington settling over him and making the waking world lie an inch beyond his eyelids. It therefore stands to reason that the second the windowsill creaks he’s up in a shot, hoisting himself up and lashing out with his telepathy instantly.

That’s not a trait that had stayed with him. That’s a newly formed trait, bitter and bold, carved into existence by Cuba by his students disappearing one by one in Vietnam by the letters that announce Sean’s death in black unfriendly print by-

The tendrils of his telepathy forged cold and distant meet a barrier and recoil, stunned. He focuses his eyes and then widens them, staring at Erik who stares back, hidden beneath that infernal muddied magenta helmet of his. They stare at each other for a moment before Erik clears his throat.

- from in the valley of kings (you will come home). my first ever cherik fic! im actually also proud of this one even if i ended it horribly and half my mutuals refuse to read it bc of how it ended LMFJGJGJ. i cant believe this was supposed to be a funny and cute kid fic and then i turned it into an angst ridden mess. also leo is actually an oc whose adult version is fancasted as charlie rowe by me and another mutual on twitter and im v proud that readers are willing to die for the baby

11.

Mike has to google it, finding a crafts shop nestled into the corner of the street right smack in the middle of Louisiana, past a long and winding dirt road and the crumbling farmhouses relics of a time long past. The air is hot, humid, sticking to the back of his neck like an unwieldy parasite as he pushes the door of the shop open to the sound of the bell tinkling above.

He finds the origami paper quickly enough and has a momentary breakdown about what Bill’s favourite colour even is- he had never thought to ask him. Twenty seven years of following every single footstep of his like a dedicated, most definitely creepy stalker, three months of more than a few states traversed with Bill’s laughter now echoing in his ears like a shadow that trails after him, and this is what stumps him. It takes ten minutes, but he finally settles on light green.

- my first and last entry into the IT fandom bc i love these two but to be very fair there isn’t much content out there for him (and twitter content actually intimidates me lmfjgjjg) a thousand paper cranes never got much traction either but i suspect its bc i was horrible at promoting it. also i very much love this fic even if it never did that well bc ive always wanted to write a fic like this after watching the movie in cinemas in 2019

12.

ok nsfw i guess

Mornings start like this- Eggsy snuffling into David’s neck, attempting to work his way back up to wakefulness as David sleeps the sleep of the dead, the streams of morning sunlight gradually lightening up the room. It’s a while before he gets the energy to sit up, pushing an eager V off the bed- V for Vendetta, a kitten named after one of David’s favourite movies that they’d adopted about a month after moving in together- before stumbling to the loo. He’s already in the shower when David comes in, naked as the day he’s born with his arms entwining themselves around Eggsy’s waist as he murmurs a sleep-soft, “Good morning, love,” as he presses a kiss into the two-days-old hickey on Eggsy’s shoulder. His breath smells of toothpaste, the minty fresh kind he insists on buying from Target no matter how much Eggsy insists that the other brand is much better. Without fail, Eggsy always has a split second thought of thinking that he must truly be in heaven because no way can this be his reality, every single day, before sinking to his knees and allowing David’s cock to hit the back of his throat.

- from that’s the kind of love i’ve been dreaming of. i genuinely wish i had an opinion for this but i don’t remember writing this its been way too long

13.

The first time Eggsy sees her is in Trafalgar Square.

Trafalgar Square is uncomfortably packed on any normal day, but on New Year’s it is quite the hothouse. Sweating armpits and hot bodies plastered against each other, the twinkling lights overhead providing a flash of blue and green and yellow and red, screaming children and giggling teenagers shoving their way through- it’s a recipe for disaster. Eggsy doesn’t know how he ends up there. It happens sometimes- one second he blinks, sequestered in the comfort of his living room, and the next he’s somewhere else, as if he’s been teleported. “Life goes past you,” Tilde had said once, “and you don’t even notice.” Tilde would be right.

- this is a roxy and eggsy friendship centric fic that i abandoned bc i lost my ardor for this world about the same time i got into xmen lmfjgjg. all the king’s horses also had some great fancasts in it with dev patel fancasted too... rip ig

14.

once again, nsfw

Eggsy, truth be told, doesn’t actually like having sex in bathrooms. First of all, bathrooms generally have an unsanitary air about them. Besides that, the granite of the sinks always feel cold against his hips, there is the ever present fear of being walked in on and unlike what people might say, he actually really isn’t that much of an exhibitionist- and truth be told, he’s never liked the look of himself in the mirror mid coitus.

For David Budd, however, he suspects he might be up for anything.

- from do you ever dream of me. im actually proud of this fic and this series, i never usually write straight up porn or friends w benefits and i think it worked well in here. once again didnt get much traction but that was very of the norm for my kingsman fics lmfjgj

15.

It is on his fifth meeting with the therapist on site that she brings the issue up. The elephant in the room- or the bomb , David thinks morbidly. If asked, he can’t remember specifics about that day now. All he remembers is this- the burn of Julia’s picture in his wallet against his thigh, the Botticelli painting on the far wall and Miss Paulson’s face, severe and unsmiling.

“When you couldn’t reach Julia,” she says, after he finishes describing the feeling of running to Julia, the panic searing his chest as he’d prayed for his legs to work faster so he could do something, anything to reach her hand. “How did that make you feel?”

- from your haunted social scene. i genuinely... do not remember anything about this either helpfkjgjg,,, this has 55 comments tho which. Nice

16.

David brings her home on- in a move far too cliche for it to be reality- a stormy night. It’s in fact storming so hard the windowpanes shudder like leaves in the wind, droplets crashing against the glass in a cacophony so loud Eggsy more than once considers turning the radio all the way up to drown it out. He’d gone scrounging for David’s sweatshirts instead of his own halfway through, wincing intermittently at the flashes of thunder. At a particularly loud one JB had jumped up, squeaked in a very undoglike manner and skidded across the floor to cower beneath the sofa, only coming out when coaxed by Eggsy to do so. Officer Oatmeal had watched the proceedings from her regal place by the armchair, dozy eyed and blinking heavily.

- from a cat named lavender. from what i remember this was also my first try at bringing up trans eggsy

17.

He first appears at the black prince on a cold Monday evening, eyes like Frank Sinatra and lips arresting anyone’s gaze if they weren’t careful enough. He stood out too, clad in a respectable bomber jacket and boots that clicked against the tile rhythmically and loudly, a sort of organised, measured cacophony.

“Go and serve him,” Andrew said, fat and disinterested, seated behind the counter and idly flicking through bills, less than ten percent of which he pays Eggsy. “I’m busy.”

- from trust is left in lovers after all. i never continued this which is sad bc this did get a lot of attention... it was just v hard to keep the story going

18.

It usually rains cats and dogs in London but for some reason, the rain is heavier than usual today. The droplets splatter against the windows in a constant buzzing rhythm, the sound meshing together in a melody not altogether pleasant to the ears. It’s half past five and yet the light has to be kept on because that’s how dark the sky has gotten- thunder rolls like a loud crack, abrupt and deafening, causing Daisy to jump in her seat.

“Just a thunderstorm, flower,” Eggsy says. They’re seated at the dinner table, Eggsy going over her homework while David sits opposite them, hunched over his laptop as he attempts to finish a post mission report. Eggsy is half convinced he gave up ten minutes ago- he’s got his earbuds in and he hasn’t really typed anything in a while, eyes focused on the screen. His eyebrows are scrunched up in a glare that’s too adorable for his own good- and for Eggsy’s.

- from could feel like kryptonite. a lot of my kingsman fics are actually so much happier than my cherik ones... i should prob look into that rip

19.

“When you’re done lazing around you can come in, you dozy dog,” he tells Officer Oatmeal, who butts her nose into his knee. She’s the only one not on a diet in the house, Eggsy deeming her far too healthy and skinny to need one anyway. In fact, she’s under strict instructions by Eggsy to fatten up instead.

Once the animals are done feeding- Eggsy sporting a suspicious scratch on his left forearm- they settle down to eat their scrambled eggs and toast. David’s taken a large gulp of his scalding coffee when Eggsy says, all of a sudden, “So, I have a school reunion.”

- from gonna set this dance alight. don’t remember much about this either tbh

20. (the last one FINALLY)

It isn’t a big event or explosion that makes David realise he wants to see his father’s ring sitting pretty on Eggsy’s index finger. No teary confessions in the rain like in the rom coms Eggsy loves to rent out and sniffle his way through, or a fight that makes David see sense. In the end, it’s breakfast that cinches the deal for him.

The day had started out normally enough. David wakes up at eight like clockwork, the soft downy hair at the base of Eggsy’s neck tickling his nose with his arm locked tight around his waist. He’d yawned, exhausted- mostly because they’d stayed up very late into the night making good use of the bed- before standing up and shucking his shirt off to head for the shower. Eggsy had shifted in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible, and the sight had been too endearing to resist so he’d bent down, pressing a kiss to his forehead and smiling when Eggsy groaned out loud.

- from lover boy rules. i actually started a lot of my kingsman fics in the same way which is rather awful of me. im glad thats changed with my xmen fics lmfjgjk. also this has 15 comments???? i dont even get that much attention with my xmcu fics these days... which is arguably a more active fandom... Hello

anyway that’s the end of it needless to say i do not know 10 other authors so im just gonna tag whoever i know rn: @hellfre , @queerneto, @ikeracity, @drinkingstars, @zebraljb

#whew this is super long i apologise #u can pinpoint the exact time i replaced taron with james as my number one boy #fic tag #fic meme

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love-and-anarchy-au · 3 years

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Love & Anarchy: Chapter 19

happy fridayyyyy!!! i might be happy, but im actually having a super sore throat and i cant talk properly (i dont complain tho xd). plenty of things are going on in my life: the congress is debating on free, legal and safe abortion for everyone, im having many projects going on and idk, im just exhausted but happy :) this chapter is gay, but its all to explain this headcanon we (reneweys) have on ace’s sexuality. please enjoy this piece of gay vibes. have a nice dayyy <3

REMEMBER THIS AU HAPPENS IN THE SAME UNIVERSE THAT THIS ONE

Find out what this AU is about here

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Part 2: A teen named Ace Artino

16 years old Alec

“Isn't this lovely?”

“It is.”

Alec and James were lying on the ground in their schoolyard, staring at the sky. The schoolyard was a corpse that was set apart from the building, but still a part of it. Technically, they weren't allowed to enter that part of the school grounds, but Alec and James didn't care, and they teleported there without any remorse in their consciences. The sky was so blue and so vast seen from below, without the great buildings standing in the way. The trees were beautiful, with vibrant and lively crowns. The leaves whispered secrets when the wind blew through them.

Alec and James were stuck like flesh and nail, at that moment and since Alexandra's death. In the hallways, people whispered when they passed, whispering gossip, lies, insults. Neither Alec nor James cared. Some of those rumors were true...but not completely.

Anyways, nobody cared, not really. Alec and James were beaming when they were together, but there would always be something missing.

Alexandra, the embodied rebellion. Free as a spider, brave as the fire that burned her to ashes. She was the emptiness between Alec and James, the blank trying to be fulfilled, though it was impossible.

Her absence would always be tangible when they went to the beach.

That was why they didn't go.

Don’t forget me, maybe ...?

It wasn't that they had forgotten her; it was that her absence was more painful than the fact that their life expectancy was thirty years, without her rebellious Alexandra.

They missed her.

But they tried not to think about her.

They couldn't bear the pain.

James sighed loudly, bringing Alec back to reality, to the present. Alec turned to look at him and he turned too. Alec smiled sadly and allowed James to anticipate what he was going to say.

“I miss her.”

James also smiled, sad.

“Me too. That’s why we are doing this: planning how to destroy this society as they destroyed Alexandra,” he reminded him and crawled close to Alec until he was touching Alec's with his ribs. He took with his long, thin fingers one of the boy's hair strands and fiddled with it.

“You could rule this world, Ace. You are one step away from being a God and avenging Alexandra. Your sister. Everyone,” James whispered near Alec's ear.

Alec looked James in the eye, those cloudy gray eyes so full of memories and other eyes darker and brighter. That was Alec's favorite physical characteristic: the eyes, the windows to the soul. The color of a person's eyes said a lot about themselves; Alexandra's honey eyes were as sticky as her gaze, the clouds that covered James' irises, the darkness that camouflaged Alec's pupils. Their glances were drawn like magnets. Centimeters, millimeters, nothing: that was what separated them.

“No, I couldn't. Not without you,” Alec replied, with a humble smile. “You are the mastermind of this whole thing,” he explained and posed with his mind a flower from one of those trees in James' hair. He laughed and gently took the flower, placing it on Alec's hair.

“We can do it. We must do it,” James said, stroking Alec's hair, tousling it. What it was for James to play with his friends' hair was for Alec to decipher people by looking into their eyes. However, at that moment he was focused on his lips and his cheeks, as they were both on fire and saying 'please'.

Just like magnets ...

“That's what we've said since ever,” Alec said with an Alexandra-like smile on his lips. James smiled too. Eyes on lips, lips on eyes.

“That's why we have to do it now,” James stated and blinking, his lashes fluttered in an infinitely attractive movement. Alec was mesmerized by that move. James looked up at the sky. Alec kept looking into his eyes, the windows to the soul of that enigmatic and attractive being.

“How?” Alec asked, blicking. James returned his eyes to Alec.

“Leroy Flinn,” James replied, smiling. Alec had never seen him happier saying a name, not even his own. A need he didn't know he had throbbed in his throat.

“Whom?�� Alec asked again, and leaned closer to James.

“He's a 12th-year student who is supposed to be a prodigy, who somehow knows who they are. With him and his data, we could recruit prodigies and set them free. Set us free,” James explained, in a voice made of dreams and expectations. His tone dripped with hope, something very strange and therefore genuine about James.

“You talk like it's a walk in the park,” Alec sighed, frustrated. He wanted that releasing prodigies, that vedetta, was as easy as James preached so badly ...

“It is,” James insisted, sitting on his elbows, motivated by his powerful ideas like a fire in the middle of a drought. “We are prodigies, we are powerful, we are invincible. Nothing can’t stop us but ourselves. And we won’t. We’ve been mistreated for too long. It’s time to stop this genocide and reclaim the rights we deserve. We are both prodigy and human, and we must not stop fighting until we are no longer murdered on the streets.”

James spoke that speech with such passion, with such fervor, that it was impossible not to believe him. There was something about it that was just irresistible. He looked like a god, with the sunlight highlighting his dark, tangled hair, making his gray eyes shine, and his voice confident and sure that only an idiot would doubt him.

Alec couldn't take it anymore.

He took James's shirt and brought his face close to his. He had never felt what he felt at that moment, not with Alexandra, not with anyone ...

I know someone that hasn’t made up his mind about his sexuality…

Was he that someone? He loved Alexandra but he never felt such attraction to her, and he felt guilty about what he was going to do, though she had once said she shipped him and James.

Centimeters, millimeters, nothing: that was what separated their lips.

“Just do it,” James asked and closed his eyes.

Alec obeyed and placed his lips on James', waiting for a spark, for a feeling, for something so powerful and unique that you couldn’t find anywhere else but a kiss.

But no.

It was just that.

Nothing else.

Lips on lips.

No feeling.

Just that action of kissing another person.

He wanted ... he wanted to feel something but ... he felt nothing.

No repulsion. No attraction.

Skin on skin.

Only that.

He wanted to scream. When he had finally been attracted to someone and genuinely wanted to kiss him ... it was nothing more than an illusion.

He parted his lips from James', trying not to be too abrupt or give himself away.

And it dawned on him.

He wasn't attracted to James, he was attracted to James’ power...

He was so frustrated.

He backed away a little further, and looked at the ground, embarrassed.

What an idiot I am.

James smiled sadly. Alec couldn't hide, not from him.

“I know,” he said.

And he hugged Alec.

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't …” Alec apologized.

“You don't have any reasons to be sorry. At least I enjoyed it,” James comforted him and Alec laughed, feeling a little better. He looked into his eyes as always, and felt endless relief to see how nothing had changed in his gaze; there was only more brightness.

They laid down on the grass again, without any resentment between them and being pretty sure that Alexandra had watched that passionless kiss.

Alec sighed and a band of leaves fluttered over them, art of Alec's fiery power (the kind of he did have). James tried to catch them with his teleportation, Alec wouldn't let him; it was a training they had between them; when Alexandra was still alive, she would make spiders chase them as another obstacle. Without her, it always seemed that something was missing, a hypos, sticky and sarcastic element...

That absence was irreplaceable. No one and nothing would bring her back.

But he could do something.

Not letting the world forget her.

For what he finally announced:

“Let's do it.”

James frowned in disbelief. Was he referring to what he thought he was referring to..?

Alec sighed and took James' knuckles between his hands, massaged them and looked into James' cloudy eyes, to ask, although it was not necessary:

“Let’s free prodigies.”

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lady-plantagenet · 4 years

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What hasn’t already been said: The Spanish Princess 2

Episode 2: SOdden (or Sod ‘Em depending on your persuasion)

(Dont know how long I’ll be able to keep these puns up)

Catherine, like this woman, does not really fit into this era. But while this woman seems dropdead cool and at least looks the part, Catherine just...

To all those of you keen enough to have come back for another segment of ‘what hasn’t already been said: TSP’, as opposed to have just been scrolling when you see this - welcome back! (Scrollers you too <3)

To anyone who’s seeing this for the first time: what this is a list of observations, jokes, reactions and criticism which occur to me upon a rewatch. I wait every week until Saturday to do this so that I have had my fill of scrolling through the tag and aggregating what has already been said. I tried doing a whole spoof (here where I gave up 10% in) but tbh a) I don’t know the history well enough b) it’s more time consuming than I thought and c) this series is just not as funny or as crazy as TWQ, so it’s untenable. Having said that: This is not a hatepost. I’m not hatewatching this series and nitpicking on purpose but expressing my honest views and trying to find the good in it as well as the bad.

Without further ado...

First Scenes:

The baby cloth lifting into the ceiling of the chapel had nice ‘myth of the demon countess of Anjou (ancestress of the Plantagenets)’ vibes. I am 100% that was unintentional. I get this impression by the cringiness of the baby’s screams (what’s up with those sound effects? It sounded like a zipper).

Henry gives me such softboi vibes? It’s pleasing to me because it’s making me attracted to him as a viewer, but no good in convincing me this is Henry VIII.

I think Catherine’s exposition about how she feels is pretty ok actually, it’s fitting that she would feel anger.

CHARLES’ FATHER IS NOT MAXIMILIAN, IT’S PHILIP (or rather it was). ~~ A quick wiki search guyz, a quick wiki search. Ughh

Again with the whole everyone acting like Catherine is Queen. Can they cut it out? Also while we’re at it, what was Catherine’s attendance in councils even like?

The music was nice

Post Child announcement phase:

Oof I hate to say it but I lowkey wanted de la Pole back in this mother. Mainly because it would mean more Margaret Pole and by this point I am scared her storyline will fade in prominence now that there’s no longer a Yorkist subplot (showhorned as it was, it was the crowning glory of last season tied with Arthur x Catherine).

More x Maggie Pole and all of it over Seneca and learning :’). I already know this will be the best part of the episode.

‘We certainly know stoicism in our family’ ~ I guess she’s referring to Reggie? Because our boi Clarence was no poster boy for stoicism. Though could she be making an ironic reference to her father~?

Edmund de la Pole Debacle:

Well this convo at least passed the bechdel test.

Maggie and Edmund’s interactions here are touching. I know this plotline was rushed but I think it was just right to bring us back here for 5 min as a mournful throwback to the bygone era to which Maggie Pope belongs to and now continues to do so alone. It is emotionless and you can just feel how the York cause was hanging on by a tired old threat by that point.

Maggie Pole is becoming matronly now and I like this transition.

What bothers me about a lot of fans of Margaret Pole is that what they don’t realise is that she wasn’t all like ‘I want nothing to do with my family I’ll stay low and obscure’. While far more cautious than the likes of her ancestors, she did engage in land disputes with Henry VIII and was an outspoken supporter of Catherine and Catholic. Having her be a woman woth dubious loyalties towards the Tudors is accurate.

Scotland with Meg and Jammes:

LMFAO it’s like they read my mind when I spoke of how much I laughed when Meg was like ‘Alexander Steward you pig!1!!’ last episode.

Nice reference to Aulde Alliance

I like James.

Henry and Catherine on the balcony:

Was she commander of the forces? Was Howard appointed that? Regent she was, ok.

Charlotte Hope’s new hairstyles really suit her!

‘Will you please stop cursing’ agahsjdk ahah

No offence to women (of which I am one) but this comparison between childbirth and war is just... wrong. I know Starz think they are being smart but childbirth is far less impressive than winning or surviving a battle - comparing the two diminishes the bravery of soldiers. YET ,having said that, childbirth is necessary for our society whereas war is almost always futile and by comparing them, it wrongly represents violence as something inherently as natural to us as birth and continuing of civilisation. overall not a smart, respectful or accurate parrallel to make.

Meg and prep for invasion + Catherine in her weird armour:

So Margaret dreams that her husband is dead and bloody in her bed. Ughh show you neeed to get more creative. But I did like the whole ‘dreams are how our ancestors talk to us’ line from Angus Douglas.

Re: Meg in her beret... Why is Meg dressed like me going to the London shops in October? Digging the aesthetic but not sure about the accuracy.

Rich of Catherine to bring up Edmund.

Why is Ursula Pole crying??? What is all this to her really?

Did Howard just call the guard... sonny?? Is this some WW2 crossover?

Catherine - James and the tent parlay:

Did Catherine just insult Meg’s intelligence??

Also lmao I’m going to miss James.

Re: Howard saying ‘I’m not going to get insulted by a man wearing a dress’ .. UMMM Starz, you do know that just thirty years ago men were prancing about in dresses and leggings (essentially). From around the middle of the 14th century to the beggining of 16th century (if not earlier), Englishmen were also essentially prancing about in ‘skirts’.

Am I getting a weird cooperation-partnership vibe between Meg and James?

The Battle:

Charlotte Hope looks so good with the helmet, she’d really suit an english hood! Such a shame they won’t give her one!

Ewwww he’s eating mud, why?

Just standard battle scene. They are all the same to me no matter which movie.

Aftermath:

Jesus, I find the whole Meg crying over James IV so heartfelt ‘you arrogant bastard’ for some reason just came out so full of emotion. Can someone please explain why the hell I ship them more than Henry x Catherine?? Like how ??

Awwww Linna is sooooo adorable ughhh. Also this whole Catherine going into armour among all the women crooning over the children gives this adorable sense of Catherine boyish and bloodying herself out to protect their peace, idk. All I have to say is that these series is less eager to pitt women against each other than the previous. I think that’s a step forwards.

Also, good to see Catherine being modest about her victory so Henry can save face. Finally starting to seem like the real Catherine.

‘Go on you dog’ arghh ahah he sounds like some public school rugby lad egging his mate on.

Re: Wolsey cock-blocker; the real Catherine would know it was uncatholic to have sex when you were pregnant. Also Catherine is not technically speaking in confinement if she’s wandering about.

It’s nice to see Catherine sticking up for Howard, she at least learned to respect him during the battle.

I foresee Oviedo having enough of this Christian stuff and wanting to return to the berber domains (I suppose Spain is out of the question)

Knighting Ceremony:

Apparently Margaret Pole herself was made Countess of Salisbury during this same ceremony... right? @houseofclarence

Also Maggie Pole being like: “being a rebel is in my blood, or so they tell me”... gahhh what’s with these shows and the Clarence erasure? Can’t they make one bloody reference to her dad or grandad Warwick? Ugh. Especially with lines like this. Actually? You know what? Ignore my previous comment about the stoic remark and it being an ironic reference to Clarence. I put such subtlety above this show’s writers.

Catherine has a habit of going to the coldest places possible to lose her children...

Haha @ Henry asking Bessie Blount (of all people) where Catherine is.

Conclusion:

6/10

What I’m happiest about is that Flodden got dealt with in one episode because warrior xena Catherine is not what interests me most about this show. Having said that, it was a true shame that James IV died because his were some of the best scenes. This whole show is starting to feel so historical fantasy-ish because the aesthetics are so confused. Granted it’s still pretty (not eyesore like Reign) but it doesn’t penetrate.

I am as always invested in the Poles (and More) but am also starting to get attached to Princess Mary whose actress exudes plenty of charm. This show remains confused with its feminist message because while it shows women being proactive there is so much emphasis on babies that what remains with the mind after watching is this womanish birthdrama, as opposed to a show about struggles which affect both genders.

You might tut at me and say I’m being ridiculous and that it is historically accurate to put so much emphasis on women’s babies and I say that’s swell. I would happily watch a show where that element is strong (most pre 1995 historical dramas are like that with traditionally feminine characters and I gulp them up like sustenance), but if a show promises feminism and women-men being partners I want it to deliver that properly. As I said in my previous post, why do we keep trying to make women engage in acts like war as if such an abhorrent act is the only way to take them seriously? I await the day where cunning, rationality and cool-headedness will be the traits portrayed as feminist ones.

There is nothing else to really comment on... the only potentially deeper message in this is the gender discourse. I am unsure about the accuracy so I can’t speak of the historical value of the interpretation. But what I will say is that though I remain excited for each new episode... I’m just not as invested as I was in TWQ (rewatch every year dont @ me) or TWP despite their many flaws. Some characters pull me in eg Maggie Pole (Carmichael is a bae), Thomas More etc but not the whole cast like TWQ. Anyway... would be interesting to see if anything happens with Lina and Oviedo tommorow as their storyline is conspicuously slow.

#the spanish princess #the spanish princess 2 #fool if you thought I wouldn't jump on the whole 'being a rebel is in my blood' opportunity to bring up Clarence #I was delighted last time when people left comments and stuff #rofl #so yeah #Please please I love discussions and do not think twice before sending me an ask or commenting !#lady plantagenet's series reviews #the dialogue remains a bit trite #the sugared grape counterpart for this episode was edmund's death and the whole ironic reference to Senenca and stoicism #not because the dialogue around edmund's death was particularly poignant but how conspicuously quiet and swift the whole affair was as #...as compared to previous york pretender plotlines left a mournful note #basically I feel like I keep focusing on stuff the show doesn't want me to focus on #and am projecting therefore

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asthearrowflies · 4 years

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The Birthday Cake

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Words : 815 No rating Just lots of sweet fluff

Summery A small fluff for CBB Bingo Slight Winterhawk Clint doesnt like his birthday It had too many bad memory but Bucky plans to change that with a single kiss

“A cake ? You know you could buy one J.A.R,V.I.S put” Tony was interrupted by the Solider glaring at him . “Stark I want to do it . It is his birthday, My Ma used to cook us up a cake for mine and Stevies birthday” He was dertimned to do it . Besides Steve Clint had been one of the first to befriend the Winter Solider, back when he was still public enemy number one .

“What are you two fighting about “The blond in question padded through the compound

“Nothing “ Bucky shrugged and looked at Tony for support Tony nodded and agreed as the sleepy archer headed for the kitchen for coffee. No doubt the blond had a mission. He did every year . Barton never stayed in the tower for long . He wasnt one for birthdays He had yet to have a good one

James Bucky Barnes could do anything he set his mind to and he was going to make his lover a birthday cake. He wasnt sure if lover was the right term . Clint and he shared a bed and was probably the worst kept secret in the tower, Neither male was as yet out the closet about their relationship. So the Avengers kept quiet on the subject and waited for one or both of them to come forward about it . Until then they collectivly pretended not to see the huckies on Clints neck or Bucky making him a coffee first thing in the morning when he stayed over in the tower.

“So where are you going this time “ Bucky asked shooing Tony away . Tony left with a “Its not to late to ask for help”

“There is a hive of activty down in new mexico Its seems to be an Argardian favourite landing spot Fury wants me to check it out” Clint took anything or everything to be working on his birthday

Later it was Nat's turn to offer her help as she saw him poring over a book muttering in Russian. Being Clints friend she approached him “Coffee Cake “She chuckled “Ill take you shopping “

It was traumtic to enter the store. It had so many people and more than once he tensed and she had to calm him down as they got each of the ingredents . Once again it was suggested that he got a made cake but Bucky shook his head . He was going to bake that cake , ice that cake and feed it to Clint , or make him wear it if the Archer complained

Tash would check in on the project , various points during the day It was good the fact Bucky wasnt moping without his boyfriend

The first cake flopped and attracted Steve “Let me help Buck” He protested as the Solider worked hard “NO you are barred from cooking after the pancake incident “He beckoned to to upper celing that still had burned marks from the other mans pancake attempts , plural until Stark had make it an order that Rogers would not be allowed to cook . JARVIS would react if he did

“I got this Steve” He chuckles “I used to help my Ma bake remember Just got to use eggs not used to the real ones It was always powder back in the war”Bucky chuckled

“So going to ask him outright?” Steve wasnt going anywere instead was going to watch the man cook . He used to watch Bucky cook when they were boys . He was quietly infactuated with the other boy and tried to impress him . Which had lead Steve to becoming the American Dream

“What are you guys up to “ A Tired Clint returns . He looks like he needs a shower. “I hate Scifi nerds it was all a fake landing . Trying to wors...”The Archer stops seeing the cake and the shaky words Happy Birthday Clint on the cake. A proud Bucky wass just finishing it

“I dont do birthday “ He protests

“Its just a cake “ Bucky shows him hoping for praise . Also ready to put it in his face if he doesnt like it

“You made it “

“Yes “

“For me “

“Just kiss and eat the cake “ Stark complains from the background . So Bucky threw the incomplete cake - there was more than one but he wont mention that at the intruder

“I dont know what to say “ Clint smiles watching Tony become covered in cake. Of course that results in an Avenger wide cake fight.

Not for the two men though Clint has indeed started to thank Bucky with one sweet imperfect kiss for his boyfriend . Maybe Cake is fine after all, that kiss defintatly was. They dissapered amid that food fight to find other ways to celebrate his birthday

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thequeenb · 4 years

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Our story (part 2)

Pairings: KamilahxMC

Amy almost dropped her phone hearing her mother's voice. A million thoughts passed through her mind making her unable to speak. Kamilah noticed Amy's stiffened body knowing better than to approach

"M-mum?" she finally spoke, her voice shaky

"Yes darling we haven't talked in a while i thought i might check how you are doing"

Her mother didn't sound angry but Amy knew how well she could hide her emotions, taking a deep breath she steadied her voice trying to sound as calm as possible

"Yes i am sorry, work is consuming me"

"I am sure, thats why i was wondering if you could visit Italy? Me and your father miss you"

Her eyes went wide in shock

"Oh! I mean if Kamilah allows me to take a break i--"

"Ah yes, your boss" she spat out those words almost in disgust but she quickly covered it

"I bet she is a busy woman, why dont you invite her as well?"

"I will contact her and i will inform you tomorrow, i have to go bye" she quickly hang up sighing

Kamilah sat next to her taking her in her arms "What did she tell you?"

Amy buried her face into Kamilah's neck trying to hold back her tears "She wants both of us to visit them in Italy"

Kamilah pushed her enough to look directly in her eyes "Do you want that?"

Amy shrugged "i dont know, its to much to process what if they saw--"

"Shh. I think its a great opportunity, i was always curious to know from who you took this madness" she laughed caressing Amy's cheek softly "i will be there with you"

Closing her eyes she took a deep breath "okay, lets do this i guess"

___

The plane ride was calm since they both traveled early to arrive there at night. Before they knew it the jet landed in Rome making Amy's anxiety reach a high level. Kamilah took her hand squeezing it reassuringly

Her mother had made dinner preparing the table making sure everything is perfect. Amy knew well they would attack them with questions she wasn't comfortable answering but she fought back her fear as they stepped out of their car

"Are you ready?" Kamilah asked worryingly watching the woman before her tremble. To give her courage she reached for her hand but Amy dismissed it

"I am fine, lets get this over with" and like that she rang the bell.

A beautiful woman answered it smiling widely, but her smile didn't quite reach her eyes "Amy dear!" her mother hugged her tight

"Hey mum" she said patting her back smiling

"Oh where are my manners, hello i am Amy's mother Gloria"

Kamilah extended her hand "pleasure to finally meet you Miss Parker"

"Oh please call me Gloria, Amy's friends are always welcome" she said hugging her

Kamilah wasn't familiar with this gestures but she allowed it only for Amy's sake even though she felt uncomfortable.

Walking inside the first thing they both noticed was the delicious smell of..

"Is that kushari?" Kamilah gasped, she hadn't smelled that food in a while

"Ah yes, i hope you dont mind that i searched a little bit about you, when i read that you are from Egypt i thought this dish would make you feel like home"

Amy smiled noticing how moved Kamilah was "Thank you Miss--"

"Gloria" her mum winked

"Yes, Gloria" Kamilah smiled, holding back a tear that was about to fall. No one ever made effort to make her comfortable, now she could see why Amy is the way she is

"Come give your old man a hug!" a manly voice could be heard from the living room

"Easy there, we dont want you to struggle me" Amy giggled on her father's hug

"And this pretty lady must be Kamilah" he said opening his arms

Kamilah hesitated but then surrender letting her father to squeeze her "I am James, welcome to our home"

"Thank you for inviting me, i got you this" she said giving him an expensive wine she bought before leaving New York

"A woman after my heart, she is a great friend Amy" he said patting her shoulder leaving them alone

Amy looked at the floor guilty because she knew what was about to come

"They dont know we are engaged do they?" Kamilah's tone was disappointed but she decided to not make this a problem, it was supposed to be a happy day after all

"No..i just.."

"Its okay, i understand" and like that she excused herself to the bathroom leaving her alone with her guilt.

___

The dinner went surprisingly well, Amy's mother told Kamilah embarrassing stories from her childhood as her father explained his passion about American football.

"Is my daughter working as hard as she says she does?" Gloria asked curiously

"Why yes, she is my right hand in the company"

"Thats great dear i am proud of you"

Amy smiled sipping some wine "It helps when you have the best boss"

Her father looked between them. Their sexual tension was so thick that a knife could cut it. He took a deep breath trying to brush these thoughts away

"And who is the lucky man who stole your heart?"

"Oh yes you have to tell your mother!" Gloria looked so excited

"Oh i, um" Amy looked at Kamilah who radiated security yet that didn't make things better

"Nothing special really" she manages to say noticing Kamilah stiffen for a fleeing second.

Her mother didn't looked convinced, a dark expression was drawn on her face, her voice changed dramatically

"We saw something on the news" she started taking her husband's hand for support "and we want to know if those.. concerning assumptions are true"

Amy felt momentarily speechless looking how serious her mother was

Amy was walking down the park with her mother laughing and eating ice cream. Her mother's eye caught up on a couple walking by kissing

She quickly held Amy's hand tight "Disgusting" she whispered as they walked by

"Oh,are they a couple?" Amy asked curiously

Her mother's face was full of disgust "unfortunately there are these type of unstable people in this world that arent normal"

Amy didn't knew what to say, she was only 12 trying to understand the world around her

"Never be like them, they are a hazard to society"

Amy's heart stopped wondering how many minutes passed since the question was asked

Kamilah took her hand taking a deep breath "You see Amy and--"

"Yes we have to make an important call, its from a big company in Japan if you excuse us" Amy said grabbing her hand dragging her outside

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Helping the situation, you froze in there"

Amy knew she had to tell them one day, that she couldn't hide it anymore but she was so scared

"And you think telling them we are engaged it will help??" she now rose her voice

"Are you that ashamed of us?" Kamilah snapped back not being able to hold her anger any longer

"Of course not Kamilah! I just cant tell them that i like women!!"

Everything was deadly silent and when she turned around she knew why

"You like what?" her mother asked gasping

"Mum.."

Kamilah massaged her temples "we are engaged and we--"

"Stay out of this" her sharp voice cut her off. She was so sweet and gentle that it was scary watching her change so suddenly

"I knew it was a mistake letting you go to New York, look what have you became, a sick person!"

Amy's eyes were wet, her blood boiling "I am not sick mother!"

"Oh really? Women are made for men what is this madness!" her mother tried to approach but Kamilah stepped between them

"Now i respect your age, but if you take one more step i wont hesitate to show you how to respect my fiance"

She took a step back hugging Amy "lets go, she isn't worth it"

Amy leaning in into her protective arms not looking back at her own mother, the one who doesn't accept her for who she is

"You aren't welcome here are you listening to me??"

But she didn't, they quickly got in the car driving away from this hell

Amy wrapped her arms around herself looking at the window lost

"I am so sorry" Kamilah said holding her hand tight

Amy had a faint smile on her face despite the heartache "its okay, i am the one who is sorry, they aren't worth it"

"You dont have to apologize, they dont deserve a daughter like you" she said squeezing it more "i am here for you, always"

Amy turn her head to look at her fiancé and how she did everything for her, but she noticed two motorcycles and a jeep following behind them

"Kamilah look out" she pointed at the mirror

Kamilah groaned "Not now god damnit!!" and like that she speed so fast that Amy felt uneasy. But the paparazzi didn't back down, they followed close behind trying to reach them.

"Hold tight" Kamilah said trying to take turns to avoid them but the jeep was approaching dangerously close

Flashes and voices filled the night making her blind, she couldn't see the road or where she was going. But they didn't stop, they were so hungry for one picture that they forgot their humanity

Amy's heart was racing trying to cover her face with her scarf

"Amy just hold--" but the car hit their back tires so hard that they both hit on the sides

"You have to be kidding me" Kamilah tried to lose them but it was impossible, the flashes barely let her see the road, they fell already into the trap

Amy took Kamilah's free hand squeezing it tight, fear creeping inside her heart. Before they could even make a turn the car hit once more but this time the car flipped upside down.

Glass was spraying everywhere, the flashes didn't stop. Amy blinked a couple of times, everything around her hazy

The last thing she saw was bright lights from all the angles making her eyes hurt, an agonizing pain filling her body. Everything happened so fast that she didn't had enough time to comprehend it.

She could hear a voice calling her but it felt distant, as she fell deeper into the darkness.

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pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc · 4 years

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What Children the Evans Want - headcanon

to tide you guys over until i have more time to write :)

Tate Langdon

wants 1 daughter

he never really had good parents, so he has a lot to learn

he really just wants a mini you

he already knows how to take care of you, so how hard could it be?

correction: he’s very wrong and it’s much harder than he thought it’d be

Kit Walker

he wants 2-4 kids

1 boy and 1 girl or 2 boys and 2 girls

that’s what he hopes for, but he’s just happy to have any

this man is a natural born father

((ngl i have like 4 fics started with dad!kit))

his kids look at him like he hung the stars in the sky and he looks at them like that too 🥺😪🤧

Kyle Spencer

he wants a lil boy

he tells you it’s bc he just really wants to take care of a son, but it’s really bc he wants to start fresh and have a boy with good parents that look after him 🥺🤧

he’s so protective of his boy

if anyone even thinks about bullying him or anything of the sort he’s ready to beat their ass

(he talks a big game but he would never hurt a child, he’d just tell them off for being disrespectful)

Jimmy Darling

he really wants 2 little girls

i can picture him being such a good father omg

if either of them get the lobster hand genes, he’ll defend them always

it’s not that he was disappointed to see they had his hands, it’s just that he knows what a life full of ridicule and discrimination feels like and he would give anything for them not to have to go through that too

((i’m soft 🥺🥺🥺))

he loves them so much, he’s a borderline helicopter parent

he loves you even more for giving him these beautiful amazing girls

James March

he wants 2 boys and a girl

he would look at them as a second chance for himself

tiny little james’ in his eyes

anyone who gets in his children’s way or disrespects them had better watch out

he loves them to the end of the earth and back again

and after the kids are born, he’s even more protective and caring towards you

you love it, and it can get a little stifling at times, but you wouldn’t have it any other way

Rory Monahan

he wants 3 boys

this man is a child himself so i think he’d be less of a parent and more of a best friend to them

which leaves you to inforce all the rules

he’d literally have them all hold onto him while you guys go shopping

your kids are in love with both of you, they think you’re amazing parents

if one of them scrapes their knee or something, he’ll swoop in with a bandaid like

“wow, look at that little battle scar you’ve got there! mind if i patch it up, soldier?”

Kai Anderson

he wants 1 boy to continue the messiah legacy

he may be a little tough on him, but he wants him to learn

he would never involve his boy in the cult, rather the opposite

i think he’d teach him to be a respectful young lad

(except for the respecting women part, that’s up to you to teach him)

he wants him to turn out well, not like how his parents parented him

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mini taglist: @lvngdvns @evandearest @magicaljellydonut @psychobitchtess @cobainlover @leatherduncan

sorry if i didn’t tag you! i dont have my normal taglist bc i’m out right now! hope you enjoy! 😘

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flowerpowell · 5 years

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Fluff ABC (Chris x MC)

Hey all! I was replying TF for the 100000th time and I just HAD to write some more Chris cause I miss him so much, its not funny anymore. Ive decided to do this in an interview form so I hope you’ll like it! I picked a few letters only so it’s not too long but let me know if you’d want to read more letters! And, if you want me to do any other pairings, let me know!

All rights go to Pixelberry for characters. I dont own the “template” I just used one I saw on my dash.

Word count: ~1464

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“I am so happy you agreed to do this with me! When James asked me to prepare a Valentine’s Day edition of our newspaper I panicked! Thank you for saying yes, I can’t imagine interviewing any other couple for “Famous non-famous couples” than the most popular Hartfeld couple!” Reyna says excitedly, making herself comfortable on the couch and taking out her notebook.

Amy puts a mug of coffee in front of her and sits next to Chris, smiling widely.

“Of course! I would never refuse to help a friend and besides, it flatters me you think we’re the most popular couple.”

“And I’m always down to talk about how wonderful my fiancee is,” Chris beams, taking Amy’s hand and kissing it gently.

“Aww, you guys are so sweet! Okay, should we get started? Are you ready?” Reyna asks from behind her glasses.

“Ready!”

“Great! I want to ask you about Activities, what you like doing together the most when you have free time?”

“Hmmm, I’d say everything!” Chris starts, “I enjoy Amy’s company so either we go to the cinema together, go for a walk with our dog, or simply study sitting next to each other, it’s all great for me!”

“Oh, hard same! I love simply being with Chris, whatever we do! But my absolute favorite thing is our evening walks! We never skip those, every single evening we take our dog out and we walk long distances and talk about our days and our plans. It’s amazing,” Amy adds and Chris steals a kiss while Reyna is noting what’s been just said.

“And how do you Comfort each other? When one of you has a bad day, or panic attack, or is stressed, what the other person does to comfort you?”

“Amy gives the most amazing pep talks! She can motivate and inspire me like no one else. Anytime I feel down I can count on her listening to me and giving me the best advice and a motivational kick. I, on the other hand, I’m the worst at pep talking but I always make sure she can count on me too!”

“Chris is being too modest, he can give a decent pep talk! But most of the time he comforts me in a different way, he listens to me, gives me hour-long hugs, prepares a relaxing bath for me, makes me some hot cocoa and distracts me from being stressed.”

“Sounds like a perfect boyfriend,” Reyna notices and smiles warmy at them.

“He sure is!” Amy chuckles and Chris scoots her closer to him.

“She makes it easy, with such woman by my side, I can do everything!”

“The readers will love you! Okay, next question. Spill some tea, do you Fight a lot? Who usually starts arguments? Who’s the first to forgive?” Reyna asks and there’s silence for a few moments before finally Chris clears his throat and nods towards Amy to show who starts arguments more often.

“Excuse me?” Amy notices what Chris was doing and pouts. “I don’t start arguments!”

“Yes, you do. Even the smallest thing can make you angry. Empty boxes? Argument! I don’t have enough time for you? Argument! I made plans without consulting you first? Argument and a breakup!”

“Okay, okay. Maybe I am too impulsive and overreact most of the time. The breakup was uncalled for, I admit. But I apologized for that already! And you must admit I was right to be mad at you when you kept forgetting about our dates.”

“Agreed,” he kisses her nose. “Fortunately, I hate when Amy’s mad so I try to come up with a compromise to end the argument.”

“That’s true! Chris hates conflicts and he’s the first one to forgive and to apologize. I’m lucky to have someone who can stand my mood swings,” she laughs and Chris and Reyna join her.

“So now let’s talk Jealousy! Do you get jealous over the other person? Who gets jealous more?”

“I think we both get jealous a little when there’s someone else flirting with the other one. I had to come to terms with the fact that my fiancee is a popular person and lots of guys want to talk to her each day. Luckily,” he takes her hand, showing Reyna the engagement ring Amy is wearing, “now everyone knows she’s mine, and only mine.”

“I must admit I felt very jealous when we all lived with Becca our Sophomore year! She’s Chris’s ex and even though he made it clear there was nothing between them, I still felt a little self-conscious and jealous.”

“I hope you know now that you’re the only one for me,” Chris looks at Amy and she nods.

“To be honest, I’m getting a little bit jealous over your relationship right now! Moving to the next question, do you guys want to get Married? How soon?”

“Well, duh!” Amy shows her ring once again, “Of course I want to marry my bestie! He’s the best and I can’t imagine not spening my life with him!”

“I’ve come a long way since our Freshman year when I wasn’t sure I’d ever trust someone enough to marry them but with each day I fell in love with Amy more and more until one day it hit me, she was the one.”

“Awww, babe!” Amy snuggles closer to him and Reyna smiles at their cuteness.

“We hope to get married within the next two years; right now we’re looking for an apartment to settle in but I can’t wait to marry her and start our family together!”

“I wish you all the happiness in the world! And I hope I’m invited to the wedding. Now, tell me about Yearning. How do you cope when you two miss each other?”

“Whenever I go for championship, I facetime Amy every day and message her all day. I make sure I’m the first person she ‘sees’ when she wakes up and last one when she goes to sleep.”

“And I, on top of that, wear Chris’s T-shirts and jerseys! They smell like him and it makes me feel like he’s still there!”

“So that’s why I can never find my clothes! I thought I lost them all!” Chris exclaims and Amy laughs.

“Now you know! And I hope you’ll still let me keep them!”

“Ah, this will make a perfect article! Now I think I’ll just give a Wild Card!”

“I don’t think I understand what we’re supposed to do here?” Amy asks confused.

“Just tell me something sweet about your relationship! Something you haven’t talked about yet.”

“Well, there are many things but nothing in particular comes to my mind...” Chris bites his lower lip trying to come up with something when suddenly Amy jumps on the couch raising her hand.

“Ohh, I have something! Chris does it more every night and--”

“AMY! Remember we keep it PG-rated!” Chris shifted uncomfortably on the couch, nervously looking at Reyna noting something.

“Oh, stop it, I wasn’t going to say anything inappriopriate! Anyway, as you know, Chris is like a walking furnace, he’s never cold and I’m his complete opposite! I’m always cold, I’m actually one of those people who wear socks to bed even in summer. So now, every time Chris goes to bed first, which happens pretty much everyday because I’m a night owl and I go to sleep an hour or two later, he lays on my side of the bed, wrapped in a comforter, even though it’s too hot for him, so that when I join him later, my side is all ready and warm. He’s been doing this ever since we moved in together the Junior year and I think it’s super adorable,” Amy explains and Chris blushes.

“Aww, this is so sweet of you Chris!” Reyna says which makes Chris even more flustered.

“It’s not a big deal, I can’t let my favorite girl catch a cold,” he kisses the top of Amy’s head and Reyna sighs.

“Well, I wish I could ask you more but I’m afraid these are all of the questions I have prepared for you. Thank you so much for letting me interview you!”

“It’s been a pleasure,” Chris says and stands up helping Reyna with her things.

“If you ever need any help, just let us know!” Amy adds as Reyna waves her hand goodbye.

"Thank you for taking part in it! I hope you’ll like the article! But now I still have a few more couples to get to...”

#chris powell #chris x mc #choices #choices tf #the freshman #the sophomore #the junior #the senior #playchoices #choices fanfiction #the freshaman fanfiction #choices ts #choices tj #tf/ts/tj/ts #choices chris #choices chris powell #fluffy alphabet #I hope you liked it!#I didnt know what to do with the ending lmao

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dyslexicsquirrel · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Happy Hogan, Pepper Potts, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) Additional Tags: Mistaken Identity, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Light-Hearted

Stony Bingo 2019 round 2 fill (square T5) Prompt: mistaken identity

Steve was not sure how he ended up in this mess. And it was a mess because the people surrounding him had been expecting… a model? Or something, he still wasn’t sure. There was a lot of arguing going on. All this because of some man at the airport holding a sign that said ‘Rogers’.

Steve had been on his way out of the airport after he hit baggage claim to go flag down a cab or see if he could get a Lyft or something. The guy holding the sign had been wearing a suit, looking bored, and checking his watch and Steve had thought maybe his friends had gotten him a car home as a surprise? It wasn’t like it was so far out of the realm of possibilities. He’d been gone for the majority of the last four years in the army. They could have wanted to do something nice, so Steve walked up to the guy. “You waiting for Rogers?”

“Yeah, that you?” He looked relieved at the possibility of getting to leave the airport. Steve hated to disappoint the guy, but he also wanted to make sure he wasn’t stealing someone else’s ride.

“Steve Rogers?”

“Eh,” the guy said with a shrug. “I didn’t get a first name. You coming or not?”

“I guess I’m coming?” So, he’s followed the guy out of the airport, into the summer heat, which was a completely different type of heat than the type he’d gotten use to after three deployments to the Middle East.

He was led to a limo, and the man opened the door, holding out his hand. “I’m Happy, by the way.”

Steve switched his duffle to his other hand and shook Happy’s. “Nice to meet you.”

“You want to keep your bag with you are you want to throw it in the trunk?”

“Um.” Steve bent down to get a look at the inside of the limo. “Think I’ll keep it. Thanks though.”

“No problem. Hop in, I know where you’re going so just relax. I hear it was a long flight.”

“The longest,” he said with a sigh. It was what it had felt like at least. He slid into the limo, Happy shut the door behind him, and then got into the driver’s seat. The partition was up, so Steve pulled his phone out of his pocket to send a message to the group chat.

Steve: omw. Flight was fine. So tired

Bucky: great! Cant wait to see you. Nat made the thing with the pasta

Nat: Nat can talk for herself. But I made the alfredo thing is what he means. Also there’s garlic bread

Steve: you’re a saint and not just for putting up with Buck

Bucky: haha you think youre so fucking funny. I dont care youve been in the army I can still kick your ass punk

Steve shook his head. He’d missed them. He let out a slow breath, letting his loll against the back of the seat. This felt like the longest day of his life. He wanted a nap so badly. And why not? There was enough room for him to stretch out back here and the drive from LAX to Pasadena would take a while. Steve laid down across the seat, not even caring about the fact that it wasn’t all that safe, and closed his eyes.

Steve felt as if he’d just closed his eyes when someone started nudging his foot and he went from asleep to awake in a second. Pushing up in his elbows he could see Happy leaning in the open door of the limo frowning at him. “Come on, buddy. We’re already late. The boss is gonna have my ass.”

“Boss?” He asked, but Happy had already pulled his head back out and was standing by the open door, waiting for Steve to get out presumably. He shoved his phone, that had fallen onto the floor back in his duffle and slid out of the vehicle.

And froze.

“Where the hell are we?” His eyes scanned his surroundings. This was not Pasadena. This was not Nat and Bucky’s house.

Happy was still frowning at him. “The studio. Come on. Pepper and the makeup and wardrobe guys are waiting over on lot B.”

“I think there might be some kind of…” Steve started, but trailed off when Happy set off at a brisk pace, weaving through the crowd of people. Steve shut the door of the limo since Happy hadn’t and it seemed like he should then set off after Happy before he lost him and maybe his only hope of finding out what was happening.

“This is not the guy,” a red haired woman said to Happy for the fourth time, pointing at Steve, talking about him but not too him. That had been happening a lot since he followed Happy onto the lot.

“Pepper, he said his name was Rogers.”

“Ian Rogers, Happy. You were supposed to pick up Ian Rogers not—” ‘Pepper’ broke off and looked at Steve. “I’m sorry, what’s your name?”

“Steve Rogers, ma’am.”

“Right.” She paused for a moment, staring at him, but shook her head and went back to her conversation with Happy. “Not Steve Rogers. You need to go pick up the right guy. He’s still at the airport. His agent just called me, because Ian called him, and I don’t like getting yelled at for things I wasn’t aware were a problem.”

“But traffic is going to be murder,” Happy attempted to complain, but Pepper cut him off in a business-like manner that would have made some of his drills sargeants proud.

“I don’t care about the traffic.” She pulled something out of the folder she was carrying and handed it to Happy. “This is him. Please, go pick him up.” The words made it sound as if Happy had a choice in the manner, but her tone left no room for arguments. Happy looked at the picture Pepper had handed him (Steve took a peek and the only thing he shared with this guy was a last name) and slunk off. Steve felt a little bad for him. It hadn’t been completely Happy's fault, but Steve was a little too tired to work up full blown concern that the guy had to battle LA traffic again.

“Now,” Pepper said, pulling Steve’s focus pack to her. “Mr. Rogers, I’d like to apologize for this mix up.”

“It’s alright, ma’am. If I could just get a ride home, that would be great, though.”

“If you don’t mind waiting a bit longer I can have Happy give you a ride when he gets back,” Pepper said, and Steve did mind a little because he wanted to go home (to Nat and Bucky’s home where he was staying for the time being anyway), carb load on fettuccine Alfredo and garlic bread and then sleep for a week.

He was trying to think of a polite way to tell her he would just get a cab when someone behind him said, “Why is Happy leaving again?”

“Oh, Tony, there you are.” Pepper looked off to a point past Steve’s shoulder and he turned to see who she was talking to. He was wearing a pair of jeans, a Rolling Stones t-shirt and a pair of crazy looking sneakers that made Steve blink. They were bright orange hi-tops that looked like they had paint splatter all over them. His hair was gelled into one of those purposely messy styles that Steve could never pull off, but this guy made look both like he just rolled out of bed and right off a runway, and his goatee was precisely trimmed.

He should have looked like he was trying too hard, but he didn’t. The look fit him somehow and the fact that he was one of the most gorgeous men Steve had seen in a while didn’t hurt. Don’t Ask Don’t Tell wasn’t a thing anymore, but Steve still hadn’t spread it around that he was bi-sexual. And except for a brief fling with a British soldier he’d met in Afghanistan that ended when his deployment did, Steve had dated anyone since.m, if you could consider what he’d had with Peggy ‘dating.’

He hadn’t slept with anyone since either and that had been… more years than he cared to admit. Steve blamed that for the overblown reaction to the man in front of him.

“Sorry, I’m late, hun,” this Tony guy said, kissing Pepper’s cheek when she walked over to him. “Traffic from Malibu was crazy.”

“Yeah, I’ve been hearing all about the traffic today,” Pepper said with a sigh. “But there was a mix up. Happy picked up the wrong person at the airport.”

“What?” Tony’s gaze landed on Steve and he pulled his sunglasses off, a frown pulling down the corners of his mouth. The weight of his dark eyes only rested on Steve for a moment, but it was enough for him to still feel them when he turned away. “How did that happen?”

“Same last name. Tony, meet Steve Rogers.” Pepper gestured to Steve with one hand. Tony was looking at him again and Steve cleared his throat.

“Huh,” Tony murmured. He gave Steve a quick once over and pivoted back to Pepper. “Maybe we could—”

“No,” she interrupted. “Ian has a contract, Tony.”

“Ah, well.” Tony shrugged, tossing Steve a crooked smile. “Had to try. You would have been perfect.”

“I—thank you,” he stuttered. “Where am I? No one has told me.”

“I’ve had plenty of days like that,” Tony told him in a conspiratorial tone. Steve stares at him blankly. “Anyway. Welcome to Stark Pictures. Sorry about this whole mess. We’re usually more professional.”

“It’s… fine.”

“I’m sure.” Tony didn’t sound convinced and Steve really didn’t want to try and convince him. The other man clapped him on the shoulder. “Listen, why don’t I drive you home. Where do’ya live?”

“Tony,” Pepper started, but Tony ignored her.

“Glendale? Burbank? What’s that one place from that one show?” He snaps his fingers a couple times, looking at Pepper expectantly.

“That’s not helpful,” is all she says.

It doesn’t seem to matter because Tony turns back to Steve. “West Covina. That’s it.”

“Pasadena.”

“Really? You don’t look like someone who’d live in Pasadena.”

Steve doesn’t know what that means. “I’m staying with friends.”

“Ah. Well, grab your stuff. I’ll take you home.”

“Tony, you should stay—”

“Pep, my favorite producer, light of my life, person who allows me to function.” He gripped her shoulders. Steve was really trying to figure out their relationship. “Happy isn’t going to be back anytime soon unless he runs all the red lights between here and LAX. Plus, you don’t need me here. I was just stopping by to stand around a look pretty.”

“Yeah, but Tony—”

“I’m just the owner of the studio, Pepper. You make the real magic happen,” he said, walking away backwards. “Come on, Steve.”

Steve’s desire to go home won out over anything else. “It was nice to meet you,” he tells Pepper, picking up god duffle from where he’d dropped it and double timing to catch up with Tony who was already halfway to the back entrance where he’s walked in.

When they made it outside, Steve stopped in his tracks because damn, this man had a nice car. Attractive, owned a movie studio, and he had great taste in cars? “Is that a—”

“Nineteen sixty-five Shelby Cobra? Yes, it is.” He popped the trunk and Steve stowed his duffle. “Did the restoration on this baby myself.”

“She’s beautiful,” Steve lightly ran his hand along the trim. Bucky was going to be so jealous.

“Thank you.” Something in Tony’s voice had Steve’s eyes popping up. He found Tony watching him. “This might sound a little crazy…”

“Yeah?”

“But did you want to get some dinner?”

“I’d love to,” he found himself saying before he could really think about it.

“Perfect. What are you in the mood for?”

“Honestly?” Steve and Tony climbed into the car. “I’d kill for a burger right now.” Coming almost directly off his last deployment, he hadn’t had a decent one in months.

“You’re in luck, I know where to get the best burgers in Hollywood.”

Tony started the car and drove out of the lot, the car purring. Apparently Tony’s hair hadn’t been styled that way; it was from driving with the top down. Steve could get used to this.

#stony bingo #cap-ironman bingo fill #stony #stevetony #stony fic #ao3 fic

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