i can check this off my bucket list!

Imagine embarrassing yourself in front of Sebastian and Chris.

A/N: This is a request from @california-grown I tried to steer towards Seb, but I couldn’t help myself. 😆

Sebastian had the habit of going for a run every morning whenever he was back home in New York. His runs may not have been at the same location each day, but it was always at 5:00AM. Chris had the same habit wherever he went; 5:00AM runs to keep his body finely tuned. Since Chris was in New York for his broadway show, he stopped running alone and ran with Sebastian instead. The two friends liked running at the crack of dawn as there were less people up and about. They didn’t have to worry about fans or paparazzi chasing them down, they could just be. You had that same want, to just be without eyes on you. You weren’t famous, just a girl who liked being alone. And each morning, you’d wake at 5:00Am to go on a bike ride. You enjoyed biking through your favorite city, and you did so before the city came to life so you wouldn’t have to deal. You seemed to be good at embarrassing yourself in front of strangers, and apparently you were better at it in front of famous actors. You didn’t know it yet, but you were about to find out. Unfortunately for you, Central Park didn’t just cater to your 5:00AM needs.

You liked listening to music when you rode, and seeing as there wasn’t anyone else around when you rode- you played it out loud on your little portable speaker. As you paddled through the park, you sang along to Ne-Yo’s version of ‘Friend Like Me’. You were a total Disney fanatic with playlist upon playlist of soundtracks and covers of said soundtracks from all your favorite Disney movies. Your thoughts easily drifted off with the melodies as you sang, hummed, or mouthed along to the music. Like today, you were so lost in the music that you didn’t notice Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans running in the opposite direction towards you.

Now those two weren’t just actors, they were two of your favorite actors. Just yesterday, you were knee-deep in a Captain America movie marathon which then transpired into a Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans movie marathon. You watched ‘The Bronze’, ‘The Martian’, ‘What’s Your Number’, and ‘Gifted’. It was almost ridiculous how much you admired them both. In fact, you’d been been dying to have a run-in with Sebastian Stan since you moved to New York. Now there they were and you were too busy singing to notice. That was until-

“Nice song choice.” Chris called, smiling brightly as he and Sebastian jogged towards you.

The first thing you did upon hearing another human’s voice was immediately stop singing. The second, you returned to reality and noticed how handsome the two approaching were. Even at a distance with their faces hidden under the shadow of their baseball caps, you could tell. The one who spoke to you was in a black NASA cap, and the other who was yet to speak was a navy blue Todd Snyder cap. Now these were their trademarks items, items you should’ve noticed considering you were in their fandom. But no, once again you were too busy to notice; this time too busy dying of embarrassment because someone had caught you belting out while riding your bike. You were lucky you had a fairly decent voice otherwise it would’ve been even worst.

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

“Have a good day,” Chris said as they jogged past you.

“You too,” you nodded in acknowledgment. “Oh my God,” you mumbled under your breath, wincing. You were about to speed up and paddle as far away from them as you could when realization washed over you. Was that- You glanced over your shoulder and saw that Chris was doing the same with a wide smile. “Chris Ev-” Before you could get his name out, you lost control of your bike.

“Oh fuck!” Chris cussed as he saw you crash your bike, flying over your handle bars and into a bush. Sebastian glanced the way Chris was looking, eyes wide with concern when he saw your bike on the ground. “Shit shit shit,” Chris ran over to help you with Sebastian right on his heel. “Hey, Genie.” He didn’t know your name and you’d been listening to ‘Friend Like Me’; it seemed appropriate. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You whimpered as you curled up into a ball, covering your face with your hands. The fall was painful, yes, but it didn’t compare to the pain of your new found embarrassment. “Just- um- just leave me here.” You said, and immediately, almost simultaneously- Chris and Sebastian cocked their heads, eyeing you with a lot of confusion. “Fuck me,” you cussed at yourself under your breath, wincing when you realized they’d heard you.

“Doing it behind a bush might lead to an arrest, don’t you think?” Chris joked as he held out his hand; Sebastian snickered, walking over to your bike to pick it off the ground. “C’mon,” Chris beckoned for your hand with a quick bend of his fingers when he saw you peeking at him through your fingers. “What kind of guy would I be if I just leave you here?”

“A guy who doesn’t want to embarrass me more than I’ve already embarrassed myself?” You answered then managed a soft chuckle when Chris laughed, reaching down to grab the hand you wouldn’t give him. “Thanks,” you said when he helped you to your feet. “This is not how I imagined my first meeting with Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan to go.” You admitted, drawing chuckles from both guys.

“At least you know we’ll remember you.” Chris teased, gently picking the small twigs and dried leaves from your hair. You blushed, sweeping your slightly grazed hands on your yoga pants. “Do you need to sit?” He asked when he saw you try to take a step and wince. “C’mon Genie,” he carefully draped one of your arms around him while one of his wrapped around your waist. “Let’s get you to a bench.”

“What’s your name?” Sebastian asked, pushing your bike as he followed behind the two of you. “I think you’d much rather we use your name than ‘Genie’, right?” Both smiled when you laughed softly, introducing yourself as Chris sat you down. “Well, Y/N. We’d introduce ourselves, but I have a feeling you already know who we are.” They tried not to laugh when Sebastian said that. It didn’t take you long to work out that they knew the reason you’d crashed your bike.

“Can we please pretend like I didn’t crash my bike because I saw Chris Evans?”

“I would, but I don’t think I want to,” Chris smiled. “It’s quite flattering, I mean- that’s the kind of thing you see in movies.” He teased and you buried your burning face in your hands. “I never thought I’d get to experience that in real life, I can check that off my bucket list now.” He shot you a quick wink when you looked up; your cheeks turned a deep red and you bit back your smile. “In all seriousness,” he chuckled, descending to his knees in front of you. “Are you okay?” He washed his gaze over you, trying to look for injuries. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“I think she just needs a first aid kit,” Sebastian interjected and you nodded in agreement. You both shared a look, trying not to laugh at Chris’ dramatization of your fall. “Is your place far from here?” He asked you and you shook your head, pointing in the direction of your apartment block. You lived about fourteen minutes away, at the Lennox Hill Apartments. “Do you mind if we walk you back?”

“Do I mind?” You laughed. “Um- no, that’d be like a- a weird dream come true.” They both laughed. “But you don’t have to, I’m honestly fine.” You got to your feet, trying to prove to them you were fine so you didn’t take up more of their time. “I can wa- ow!” Chris caught you by the elbow before you fell again; it appeared you’d hurt your ankle. “It’s noth- ow, ow.” You couldn’t even put pressure on your right foot, so it clearly wasn’t nothing. “I’ll be fine.” You forced a smile, trying to tear up at the searing pain in your foot slowly making its way up your leg.

“You’re very stubborn, aren’t you?” Chris observed, the corners of his mouth quirked.

“Stubbornness is probably my most prominent attribute other than clumsiness, yes,” you nodded.

“You’re also very cute, so,” Chris chuckled, forcing your arm back around him as he looped an arm around you waist. You couldn’t believe Chris Evans had just called you cute; your smile reached your eyes as he made you lean against him. “Let me know if the pain’s too much,” he told you as the three of you started walking in the direction of your apartment block.

“Why’s that?” You raised an eyebrow.

“So I can carry you, silly,” he as a matter of fact.

“Yeah,” you laughed nervously, “I’m not going to let you do that.”

“Why not?” Sebastian teased with a smirk. “Wouldn’t that be another weird dream come true?”

You felt your lips part as you tried to think of something to say to defend yourself from Sebastian playful teasing, but you couldn’t think of anything. You always thought you were witty, and that you could be if ever you met them so you could leave a bit of an impression. But nope, you were not witty; you were a dumbfounded, blushing idiot.

“Leave Y/N alone, Seb,” Chris reached over you and smacked his friend’s arm, laughing.

Sebastian looked over at Chris, smirking at him behind your back. His eyes asked if Chris was going to do the same after they got you safely back to your apartment, or if he was going to ask for your number and take you out. Sebastian could tell you’d left an impression with your pretty face and adorable singing. You wouldn’t have crashed your bike if Chris didn’t turn around, and he’d only turned around because of you. Chris wouldn’t admit it, but he was glad you crashed your bike.

“Lennox Hill Apartments, right?” Sebastian asked and you nodded, eyeing him curiously as he got on your bike. Before you could ask what he was doing, he explained, “I figured I’ll check if your bike is still working. Anyway,” Sebastian threw another smirk Chris’ way. “See the two of you back there,” he called as he rode away.

“Is Sebastian Stan what you expected him to be?”

“I never really expected either of you to be anything but nice, so- yeah, I guess so.” You looked up at Chris and raised a brow when you saw he was already smiling at you. “What?” You asked then chuckled when he shook his head. “Yeah, right,” you bit playfully. “You’re probably coming up with an anecdote based on today’s incident,” you accused, making him laugh.

“I was actually wondering if you’d have breakfast with me, but okay,” he shrugged nonchalantly, laughing when an “oh” escaped you. You didn’t know how to come back from that. Was there an offer, and could you still accept it or would it be weird now? You realized it was the former when he asked, “how do you feel about pancakes?” He smiled when you did, nodding.

“I love pancakes.”

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Pynch Fic Rec - G&T Rated


HELLO FANDOM!

A couple of days ago I was asked to provide a Pynch fic rec.
What follows is me being a PhD student at heart (more than I would like to) and  surveying my Ao3 History to find every fic I’ve ever read while connected to my account *coff-literaturereview-coff*.

The fics I’m listing here, in strict alphabetical order, are stuff that I read between June ‘16 and now. I tried to restrain myself to putting WIPs or too many brutally famous fics. As such, it is obviously incomplete (there are fics I really love or I have in my To Read bucket that are missing) but I hope it will dust off some of the amazing creative content we have in the fandom <3

For each and every one of the listing, I put the author and their tumblr (if someone can point me to the missing ones, I’ll be grateful). I encourage everyone to go into their personal page and check other stuff they wrote. Each and every one of them is excellent!

And now…enjoy :DDD (+ over here for the M&E rated)


A Dreamer’s Thighs by @nhasablog

Rating: G, Featuring: Tickling, for God’s sake! A lot of sexual tension as well.

Personally: This his short, silly and adorable, because we can’t always be serious. On a separate note, I would die to have an vaguely filthy extension of this ficlet because trust me, it’s asking for it.


A movie script ending
by adamganseys ( @lorelaiglmore )

Rating: T, Featuring: AU where Adam works in a cinema and his just about as exhausted as usual. Cue Ronan and Gansey coming for a show and Ronan’s shoulder being there just at the right time to start a pining sequence.

Personally: Another one of the fics I fished out and immediately went like “oh no, OMG, I remember this one, it was amazing!” Highly recommended for good AU construction and amazing build-up.


Awake and unreal
by Usedtoromanticize ( @admlynch )

Rating: T, Featuring: Heart-shattering approach to soul marks, clueless boys, a canon modification that entwines with book events.

Personally: I found this fic through another person rec I think, and it was one the best choice of read I’ve ever made, the AU is rooted in the childhood of our beloved boys and I can’t get enough of it, NEVER.


Breathe you in every single day
by pendules ( @indierockharry )

Rating: T, Featuring: Adam obsesses over Ronan touching him and tries to figure out how this whole physical contact stuff works.

Personally: My jam, absolutely. Very soft and exploratory in a way I absolutely appreciate, and worthy every awwww. ❤


Dizzy drunken dream
by ionlyloveyouironically ( @1980sghostboy )

Rating: T, Featuring: Adam is sick, Gansey is clueless, Ronan and Henry are adorable in dealing with it.

Personally: Made of the stuff of the awwww, Adam’s stubbornness is spot on.


Had to start it somewhere
by memorde ( @memordes )

Rating: T, Featuring: Ronan gets insistent and unbelievable in his grocery shopping when he zeros on the cashier, Adam.

Personally: this fic is short, lovely and absolutely hilarious, the type of cheesy trope AU we all need in our rainy days.


Like Storms
by ggrantaire ( @helengansey)

Rating: T, Featuring: College-AU, the gang getting together at a totally different moment, Adam is selectively mute, Noah is still a ghost and feels are too much to handle. (((WIP)))

Personally: everyone and their sisters recommended this fic, I think but I will second it nonetheless because it’s really good, with that vague diffuse softwarm feeling of things that can work out well and with a very original approach to not-usually-featured issues.


Sizzling Like Your Stare
by coffeehanjan ( @nottrising )

Rating: T, Featuring: AU were Adam works at Nino’s, Ronan has the biggest crush ever and the result is endearing even though a normal person (like Blue) will suspect stalking.

Personally: This! Fic! Jesus! Christ! It’s so cute I cannot even, the best trope ever with the best execution. A+++ 11/10 would rec again. ❤


Sleep deprivation
by ronanlynchisneversleepingagain ( @iamneversleepingagain )

Rating: T, Featuring: Adam runs a study on sleep deprivation and our favourite hooligan is there to do what he usually does.

Personally: I would read a long fic with several thousands words for this thing, I’m reccing it because the world needs to share my obsession.


Tears and vines
by adamganseys ( @lorelaiglmore )

Rating: T, Featuring: Right after Robert Parrish’s trial, emotional turmoil, softness and fluffness at St. Agnes, loads of comforting cuddles.

Personally: *squeezes this fic hard* so fluffly, so adorable, so heartfelt, the dialogues are amazing and there is some soothing of The Utter Pain that we all needed.


The place you sleep
by asael ( @mistrusts​ )

Rating: T, Featuring: The Pynch relationship as a progression of napping moments, so cute, so fluffy, so tender.

Personally: There are few trends I ADORE more than Pynch+Sleeping, this was the perfect Secret Santa hanging around and I loved it.


You live like this?
by ronanlynchisneversleepingagain ( @iamneversleepingagain​ )

Rating: T, Featuring: that infamous tumblr post with the burglar trying to rob an overly-poor person and ending up helping him instead.

Personally: hilarious, fluffy, really endearing, Ronan as modern Robin Hood is the best thing ever.

Hard and Fast

Summary: Jared falls hard and fast for the reader who is auditioning for Supernatural. 

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 1,186

Requested by: @tiny-sam-is-my-jam


You’re anxiously tapping your foot in a waiting room but it’s not just any waiting room. No. It’s only the gateway to the biggest fucking audition of your life. No pressure or anything.

You’re about to audition for a role on Supernatural and the fact that it’s your favorite show makes this even more nerve racking. It’s a new character named Kendra who’s a librarian and she will be Sam’s new love interest.

And this isn’t a small arc, the role is expected to last for an entire season. That kind of exposure would be insane and also a dream come true. Today is your second callback and you’ve heard that the two leads with be present in the room. 

Jensen is directing the first episode of the season as usual and that’s when the character will make her debut. And Jared will be reading with the small group of girls that made the cut so far including yourself.

“Y/N L/N!”

Shit. Here we go.

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Understudies (Michael Lee Brown x Reader) [Smut]

A/N: Hey all! here with a new fic. this one was really fun to write… in my history… while I was bored… I guess I've checked off, “write smut in class” of my bucket list. anyway, here you go. requests are open. enjoy!

TW: tension, mention of drinking, smut smut smut, and cursing.

Request: “ Yo can you do cast x fem!reader for MLB from DEH? I love that sweet, kind man and would love an imagine/fic about him! Some real fluffy stuff and NSFW if ya wanna!”

You were sitting with Michael on the couches in the lounge at the theater, on standby. You were basically the female role understudy and he was the male role understudy, so you two spent a LOT of time together. Over that time, you’d developed a sort of crush on him, but you couldn’t say anything. It wouldn’t be good if you were in a fight and you were Evan and Zoe respectively. That would be disastrous.

The sexual tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. You recall the events of last night in your head.

You had a few drinks in you and you and he were kissing on a bar stool. He initiated it, but you didn’t pull away. This was it. You were finally getting what you wanted with him. You reach an arm around his neck and he instantly pulls away.

“I-I… I can’t…”

He left without a word as your heart shattered.

You were both on your phone, exchanging glances every now and then. And finally, you speak up.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“You know what I’m asking Michael. You know the why I want to know.”

He sighs, “because I really like you (Y/N) but it’s so complicated. We work together. And besides, we were both drunk. I didn’t want…” he trailed off muttering and you couldn’t hear what he was saying.

“Michael you’re mumbling, you didn’t want what?”

“I was saying that if we were gonna do… that I would make sure it was the best think I could make it.”

You sat next to him and stroked his cheek, hoping he would pick up the signal, “a-and how would that go exactly?”

He was blushing deeply, “well… we would be at my house… I would make you a romantic dinner and then, it would just kind of, happen you know?”

You run your hand up and down his bicep, “and if we were at work?”

You could hear his voice go into a deep, low growl, “then I would fuck you right here until you were screaming my name.”

He lunged towards you and caught your lips with his, kissing you passionately. You wrap your arms around his neck without hesitation. He lowers you both onto the couch and-

The sound of screaming was heard outside. They had just done curtain call. You practically flew off of each other and sighed, “tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

.         .         .

It’s been years since that night and now a year since you two got married and you were happier than ever. You got a text from him telling you there’s a surprise at your apartment. You practically rush home and open the door. The whole room is lit with candles and he stands there with a smile, “happy anniversary.”

You smile and kiss him “and happy anniversary to you too, even though it’s tomorrow. What’s all this for? Do we have a fancy dinner planned?”

“If you call Chinese take out in front of the tv fancy. Besides, I have to work tomorrow so I wanted to give you something while I could.”

You giggle and snuggle into him on the couch, with the white boxes on the table in front of you. You two watch the tv in comfortable silence as you eat your food. After eating, you look up at him and smile. He pulls you closer and kisses you softly.

Soon after, the kiss turned heated and he picked you up bridal style. You giggle a bit as he brings you two to your room. He lays you down and kisses you deeply, already playing with the hem of your shirt.

“A little eager aren’t we” you giggle as you take off your shirt and bra.

“Well I’m with a beautiful woman, how can I not?” he kisses down you neck to the valley in between your breasts. You moan softly and throw his shirt to the side, palming him through his jeans.

He moans, you could listen to his sexy moans forever. You two quickly lose your clothing and he reaches into the nightstand, but you stop his hand.

“Michael… I know this probably isn’t the best time, but… I’ve been thinking… do you maybe want to… try? I mean we both have good jobs, and I think we’re ready.”

He smiles and kisses you softly, “you read my mind love.” You smile and lie back down on the bed. He pushes into you and you take a moment. It had more years than you could remember, but your body never got used to the stretch.

You nod and he starts to move, not wasting time and moving at a fast pace. You loved your intimate time with him and treasured it. You were both so busy, it was rare that you would have free time to yourself.

After you both raced toward your climaxes, you cuddled until you fell asleep. In the morning, you wake up to a note on the table:

Had to go to work early, be home early. Love you!

XOXO- MLB

.         .         .

Michael came in and dropped his briefcase at the door, a clear sign that he had a bad day. You go out to greet him, “sweetie? What’s wrong?”

“Just a long day with too many idiots.”

“Okay, well you go sit at the table, dinner’ll be ready in a bit.”

You smile to yourself as he walks to the table seeing a small wrapped box in front of his plate. “(Y/N), what’s this?”

You smirk a little, “oh I was walking by this place that made artisan pens and I saw one that I thought suited you.”

He opens up the small, long box to find not a pen, but a pregnancy test that read positive. You come into the room with dinner, “(Y/N), please tell me you’re not joking.”

You shake you head and he picks you up and spins you around, “oh my god… I’m gonna be a dad! We’re gonna be parents.”

You still couldn’t believe that your drunken mistake years ago has turned into a life with the one you love and another on the way.

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It’s Hard To Say Goodbye Pt. 8 // Fanfic

Modern Au // Nessian (+Inner Circle) 

Wow it’s been a hot minute since I’ve written…thanks for sticking around with me. 

“Cassian?” she asks, glancing back at her sisters who were hunched together reading a magazine and giggling. She steps out of the apartment and clicks the door behind her. “What are you doing here?” 

“Are you sure you want to come out looking like that?” He grins. She frowns and crosses her arms looking at him intently. “Okay, I wanted to come and apologize.” 

“You don’t have to apologize. You were right,” she says, looking down at the floors. “I should have told you so you could know what you were getting into.” 

“Yeah, but I handled it like an idiot,” he replies. “I don’t want to not be in your life.” 

Nesta laughs, “Did that sentence make sense in your head?”

He rolls his eyes, “what I am trying to say-and I know you know what I am trying to say-is that I want to be apart of your life.” 

“Oh yeah for the two months I have left of it,” she retorts, leaning against her doorway. 

He frowns and his eyes cloud over with an emotion she can’t place. Anger? Sadness? She expected him to brush it off life her sisters did or say something along the lines of ‘you shouldn’t say things like that. You can get through it,’ but he didn’t. What he did say surprised her. “You have two months left? That’s plenty of time to get things checked off your bucket list.” 

Nesta’s eyes widen in surprise, no one had been open about her death date. “My bucket list? That’s a little cliche isn’t?” she retorts enjoying the fact he wasn’t treating her like she was about to break. 

“You don’t have a bucket list?” he exclaims, “how can you not have a bucket list.” 

“Okay then, if everyone has a bucket list, whats on yours?” she counters. 

“I can’t tell you that because you’ll steal my bucket list ideas and you need to make up your own. I’ll be back tomorrow and you can give it to me,” he says starting down the hallway. 

“What if I plans tomorrow?” she yells after him. 

He looks back at her with a look that says, ‘Do you?’ when she doesn’t say anything he grins. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Nes. Make sure you have a bucket list.”

“What are you my teacher?” she says, and he laughs as he exits in the stairwell. She smiles to herself before turning the knob and walking back into her living room where her sisters bombarded her with a million questions. 


“How’d it go?” Rhysand asks him when he exits the apartment building. 

Cassian smiles and gives him a thumbs up. “She didn’t seem like she was going to kill me,” he says, “and she seemed open to the bucket list idea. I’ll see if she actually did it tomorrow.” 

“Mor called and wanted me to pick up a pizza for her so we have to stop before I can drop you off,” Rhys says, walking over to the driver seat and opening the door. 

Cassian nods but before he makes his way to the passenger side he pulls out a piece of paper from his back pocket and unfolds it. Written at the top it reads, Cassian Freaking Awesome Bucket List, and the one thing spelled under it is…

1. Give Nesta the best two months of her life. 

He smiles and refolds it before stuffing it back into his pocket. 


Ahhh super short and it’s a filler chapter but it’ll get better I swear. Hopefully I can write more this weekend.

Congratulations

Original request from a lovely anon:  Awesome! So can I request something based off of Congratulations from the cut songs of Hamilton? But instead of Angelica going off on Hamilton about him cheating, it’s the reader going off on Tony about signing an accords that put her and the rest of team cap in that inhumane underwater middle of the Atlantic prison with the rest of Cap’s team? There doesn’t have to be a ship in this (maybe Tony X Reader would fit best with the song? Or Tony and the reader are exes?). Thank you!

A/N: Alright, my dude, I got super inspired to write this and I was able to bang it out in just under 24 hours, how fkin great is that? Wait, don’t answer, I don’t know if it’s any good. Anyways! Thank you so much for sending this in! It definitely was a challenge for me, but I hope it’s angsty enough for you. ;u; The song can be found here

Pairing: TonyxReader

Word Count: 1230

Warnings: Slight language, angst


“(Y/N), I can’t ask you to do this for me.” Steve says, shaking his head. “I can’t ask you to go against Tony.”

“You do realize I’m not doing this for you, right?” I raise my eyebrows at him. “I believe in this shit too. It’s bigger than all of us, and you know it.”

“You’ll be a criminal.”

“Just another thing to check off the bucket list.”

“(Y/N)…”

“No, Steve. I’m not backing down.” I say adamantly. “I don’t care what Tony says, he’s just gonna have to deal with the fallout of his stupid ass decision.”

Yeah. They caught us. A good portion of Steve’s team I’m stuck between Clint and Scott. Sam is right next to Wanda. Whoever’s keeping us hasn’t got any plans for us, but they’ve been cruel to the strongest of us. They’ve doped up Wanda so much that she’s still conscious, but no where near a state of cognizance. They’ve got her in a straight jacket and they’ve even stuck a shock collar on her. From what I’ve heard and seen, they’ve used it a few times too. She’s stopped moving around her cell, just sitting, complacent, against the wall.

Sam hasn’t stopped pacing since he was shoved into his cell. He fought the whole way in, quipping to the best of his ability. He even managed to land a solid punch to the nose of one of the guards. He broke the man’s nose and fractured his cheekbone before anyone could rush forward to stop him. Clint’s just sitting on his bed, unusually quiet. Scott hasn’t moved from his perch either. He’s keeping his mouth shut and his eyes forward, and it’s clear that this whole prison thing isn’t new to him. I myself have opted for laying on my bed and waiting for the inevitable eternity of living here for the rest of my miserable life.

“The futurist is here, gentleman!” Clint calls. I smack our adjoining wall. “Sorry, ladies.”

“Thank you.” I mutter, rolling over and sitting up, Tony’s entered the containment deck. I sigh and lay back down.

“As I was saying,” Clint starts again. “The futurist is here! He sees all. He knows what’s best for you, whether you like it or not.”

“(Y/N),” Tony’s voice is quiet when it reaches my ears. “(Y/N), look at me.”

“Not happening, sweetheart.” I scoff.

“Come on, you’ll have to talk to me at some point.”

“Says who? The government? Doesn’t mean anything to me.” I roll off the bed, landing on all fours before rising to my feet. I slowly walk towards Tony. “You’re wasting your time on me.”

“Is that really what you think you are to me? A waste of time?” He hisses.

“No. I think what you’re doing here is a waste of time.” I slam my hands against the glass and Tony jumps back, startled. “You know you’re wrong. I can see it in your eyes.”

“(Y/N)-”

“No, Tony, you’ve invented a new kind of stupid, you know that right?” I push off of the glass and fold my arms across my chest. “It’s a ‘damage you can’t undo’ kind of stupid, ‘open all the cages at the zoo’, ‘truly didn’t think this through’ kind of stupid, Anthony.”

“I know, I fucked up.” Tony admits, hanging his head momentarily before looking up at me again. “I was just trying to do the right thing.”

“I know that, but at what cost? This shithole isn’t something being a hero should include. Imprisoning capes isn’t going to do anything to help your cause.” I sigh loudly. “You’re the only enemy you ever seem to lose to. I know why you signed, but you didn’t bother with talking to anyone beforehand. I mean, sure, you talked, but you only talked at us. You expected us to go along with your plan without even thinking first. You jumped the gun with this one.”

“You couldn’t have expected me to allow myself to do whatever the hell I want after everything I’ve caused over the past, what, eight years?” Tony cards a hand through his hair before running it over his face. “I can’t just do whatever I want like Steve.”

“You know why Steve can do whatever he wants?!”

“Oh please, do tell, (Y/N). Seeing as he’s got you wrapped around his finger.” Tony hisses, his anger slowly growing.

“Because he doesn’t dignify schoolyard taunts with a response!” I cry. “You always have to have a comeback for every single thing thrown your way, regardless of how small the issue is. You like to pick fights. It’s who you are. You can’t keep pulling shit like that and expect everything to be fine. You think you’re being facetious, but you’re just being sarcastic and obnoxious.” I whip around to face the security camera in my cell. “You getting all this, Ross? Cause it’s good shit to use against us when we never go to trial.”

“Please-”

“No,” I whip around to face Tony again.

“It was an act of political and tactical sacrifice!” He cries.

Sacrifice?” I hiss. “You call this sacrifice?”

“Well what would you call it?”

“I call it the easy way out.” I run a hand over my face, trying to keep myself from lashing out and avoid a hefty shock from the lovely electronics in my gorgeous blue jumpsuit. “You saw an opportunity to foist the blame onto someone else and you jumped at the chance.”

“That’s not true.” He says, pointing a finger at me aggressively.

“Oh? Isn’t it though?” I cock an eyebrow at him. “I know you, Tony. Standing on the sidelines just isn’t your thing, but I know you’ve got one hell of a guilty conscience.”

“LIke you could know anything about the state of my conscience.”

“But don’t I?” I ask, tilting my head to the side. “I’ve worked with you for years, Tony. I gave up a good portion of my life to assist you. I know exactly how much you blame yourself for the things that have happened. You’re not as hard to read as you think you are, and I’m not stupid as you want to think I am.” A low whistle comes from someone a couple cells away from me.

“Congratulations, Tony.” Sam says, a low chuckle following his words.

“(Y/N), just please tell me why you did this for Steve.” Tony says, his tone verging on begging.

“You seriously think I did this for Steve?” I hiss. He searches my eyes momentarily before nodding gently. “Jeez, Tony, I’m here because I chose this path. I just happened to join his team.”

“I just have one last question.”

“Fine.”

“Did you even think about what your choice would do to me?”

“Did you even think about what your choice would do to me, Tony? Did you?” I shake my head. “Of course I thought of what it would do to you. I love you. I couldn’t let that get in my way any more than I could sit by and watch the massacre that would result from the negligence of the government, regardless of how many signed that damn paper. I can’t-” my throat goes dry and I have to swallow before speaking again. “I can’t keep tearing myself apart to help both sides.”

“Then stop.” He breathes.

Let me.


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Late Night Adventures (Requested)

Pairing: Warren Worthington iii x Reader
Request: @browncoatforever “Can you do this with warren?”
Featuring: The Squad  
Word Count:
2012 Words
Warning: Swearing, sexual jokes/reference, fluff  
A/N: I kinda love doing imagines with my own prompts even though I sorta changed it lmao but dw it still makes sense, enjoy!
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((gifs not mine, credit to owners) Side note: the lil jump is my sexuality.


                You curled into bed, blankets wrapping you in warmth as you thought about the hectic day you that had finished. School was so busy, a kid managed to get stuck in a tree, someone else stole a dog (Peter), there almost was a fire, and exams were right around the corner. But worse than that, you had barely seen Warren all week. Only quick hellos while walking pass each other, and maybe short conversations that always ended with someone needing one of you. You both also knew in the coming weeks, seeing each other would happen even less, and you missed Warren so much. From his touch, to his nicknames for you and nervous smile. You missed everything about him, but as you wanted to fret over your boyfriend, sleep began to take over, and still clad in the clothes from today you drifted into a peaceful rest.

                While for Warren, he laid awake thinking about you. He had saw you twice today. Once when he was walking from the Danger Room and you shouted a ‘hello’ before a younger student dragged you away, claiming to need help with their homework. Warren knew it was stupid, but he really wanted to punch that kid. He saw you again when you trudged past the living room, bag sagging on your shoulders as you lazily waved, Warren about to ask if you wanted to study, but you disappeared up the stairs before he could. He was sure you’d want to sleep; he was planning on letting you, but he tossed and turned even more, he found himself heading to your room. He tried to be inconspicuous, but large white wings didn’t really help. He knocked on your door lightly, listening carefully for a reply, but all he got was something akin to a groan. Warren took that as a cue to enter, eyes squinting in the darkness of your room, the only light was the alarm clocks illuminated numbers. The sight making Warren cringe, as it read 11:34pm, not necessarily late, but it was an hour and a half after curfew. Warren was quite familiar with how you got when you wanted to sleep, but nonetheless he silently made his way over to your bed.

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In Virginia you can buy alcohol the day before you turn 21 so I picked up this bottle in preparation for tomorrow. I should have put it on my bucket list so I’d have something to check off right away. Day 9 of the August challenge by @journaling-junkie. Cheers everyone!

90s Bay Area “sex hipster” culture

I saw someone’s reference to the comic “Oh Joy Sex Toy” and the funny thing is… I feel like I had to totally relearn sex, because of my years in close proximity to San Francisco’s “sex culture.”

It has to do with what the Bay Area and Portland hipsters were like before we called them hipsters - specifically, Gen X and older Millennial hipsters in the 90s and early 2000s. The era of “Wordfuck” at Cafe du Nord. The era in which every other article in SFWeekly seemed to be about sex. An era in which anyone you dated, got subjected to a Kinsey-like interview about their favorite fetishes. The hip job to have was to be a sex educator of some kind. It was kind of “hip” to be a sex worker, so long as you were white and from a wealthy background and were willing to “tell all” to SFWeekly or later, a blog. It was a niche subculture that lasted a surprisingly long time, and it eventually moved up to Portland, and Erika Moen reminds me of all of that.

I called this general subculture “sex hipsters” for a long time. A lot of the “straight people labeling themselves as queer” came out of this general zeitgeist.

(Either this has been fading away because SF is rapidly losing its counterculture to gentrification, and the sex hipsters have all moved up to Portland, and/or I just have been in a hole in the ground and haven’t paid attention in years. But it does seem weirdly generational, and like it may have been a Gen X thing. The Millennials I see into it are the ones bordering on Gen X. But a lot of the Gen Xrs who were sex hipsters, seem to have moved on. Nobody wants to see us in leather shorts anymore, let’s get real, we’re middle aged now.)

I had come to see sex in terms of this performative thing in which you show off how much shit you can buy, how “cool” and “hip” and “modern” you are, and to some degree how “woke” you are. You’re supposed to be cool with everything and as a woman, that is a particularly scary place in which to put oneself.

It messed up a lot of my ability to figure out whether I was gay or bi, too, because of the “hipness” of bi/queer identities (and this postmodern idea that you could be anything you wanted) which resulted in erasure-by-dilution of bisexuality in women (via too many heterosexual women labeling themselves bi or queer), and which made bisexuality look like a joke, it came to feel like, if you actually wanted a serious relationship with a woman or were even open to it, you had to identify as gay/lesbian to get it. Which is to a degree where I feel the identity “lesbians who sleep with men” came from (nowadays I think we say homoromantic bisexual?). 

When I was dating women, and living anywhere near SF - I had to exclude bi women from OKCupid searches not because I had anything against dating bi women, but because apparently, back then, saying you’re bi is something a lot of “hip” straight women did. I have a friend who said she felt like it was almost compulsory to identify as bi because if you were female and didn’t identify as bi, people took you for some kind of prudish, un-woke scold who probably also was anti-abortion. The funny thing is, this pressure didn’t exist for men. Only women had to prove how “with it” they were in terms of sex.

But worst of all was the effect of this general weird commodification and hipsterism of sex - an intimate, personal act - on my actual sexuality. It’s all so painfully weird and meta, like, in a strange sort of way, it’s more important to watch yourself having sex than to have sex? You’re not intimately connecting with people, you’re checking down a list of sex acts. 

There’s a point at which I realized I had to totally re-learn sex, and it made me wonder if at any point in my sex life, if I’d *ever* genuinely, authentically, and intimately connected with anyone. I probably spent more time thinking about how I looked having sex and if this or that particular act checked off my list, than how anything felt, and how much I liked a particular partner.

When I first started questioning if I was bi, it wasn’t from an authentic place - though, turns out I am. But the initial thing that got me questioning wasn’t even a crush, because in my teens, I had zero feelings for *anyone.* (Being demisexual/gray-A seems to have been a strong intersection in my difficulty figuring out what or who I liked. Because sexual orientation is hard to figure out in a vacuum.)

There is definitely a “sex hipster” look. If you have black bangs and wear chunky glasses or retro style, for whatever reason, people assumed you’re a sex hipster.

It’s funny, because I remember when Gen Xrs were, as a generation, weird and awkward about sex - but then sex hipster culture took hold. Or I moved to the Bay Area. Or both.

A friend of mine who uses a wheelchair felt she *had* to align herself with sex hipster culture, because of the difficulties of dating as a disabled woman, but once there, felt like she was one more of the “exotic sexual experiences” on the checklist that people were checking off. “Slept with a disabled woman - can cross that off my bucket list.”

A Few Thoughts on Day 5 Episode 4:

NO SPOILERS HERE

WHO IS GOING TO HOLD ME LIKE THE DAMAGED BABY I AM RIGHT NOW. 

If you are not a FIRST member, plenty of people I’m sure have already said this, but you can sign up and watch all of Day 5 at this point, including the episodes yet to come out, by using the 30 Day Free Trial. If you’re on the fence right now, I can tell you that you’ll definitely want to see it, if nothing else, than just for this masterpieces of an episode. 

I’m not just saying that because Joel’s in it or that shot from RTX 2012 is in it. The writing was phenomenal in this episode. The hype is real, people. 

SPOILERS START HERE 

I’ve loved Day 5 thus far. I’ve already expressed my profound pride in Rooster Teeth and everyone involved for creating a riveting world full of strong characters and an intriguing plot that keeps me itching for more week after week.

But this, this episode was phenomenal. 

The writing was phenomenal. 

I was very impressed at how they worked in the shot from RTX 2012. I wasn’t sure how this was ever going to work with the way the story was going thus far. A bunch of people lying on the roads? Why? It didn’t seem to make sense with the story so far. Even less, the starting card that said Day 96.

Day 96? What the hell? How was Bill still alive!? 

This was something we’d learn later on and in an incredible, dramatic twist that ripped out my heart. All of Bill’s actions suddenly made sense and the thought of that shot of him at the start of the episode was suddenly making me choke up. What a horrible, ironic, disorder. 

Also, here lies some  possible foreshadowing we should all take note of. Is Day 96 a count starting from the event date like all the others have been or is it, as someone on the Rooster Teeth site pointed out, starting from prior to the event? As in, Bill was awake for 95 days before the sleep disaster struck. 

If not, and this is 96 Days after the event and there are still bodies littering the road, that means whatever’s happening in Austin with Ally and Jake and Sam is not going to work out. No cure has been found in 96 days if no one has bothered to clean up all those corpses. Or whatever percent of the population that’s left has just said fuck it and is leaving the dead to decompose wherever they’ve landed. 

Either way, Bill and Nicole’s story was definitely the show-stealer in this episode. I was interested, and am still interested, to see what Ellis and his new group discover as they continue to uncover clues about what caused this and who the hell was behind that phone call. I am very, very curious. I’m also excited to see just what the doctors over in Jake, Ally, and Sam’s story are cooking up.

But these major plot points are not the things, in Bill’s words, that I’ll remember.

I think the reason I found this episode so profoundly touching, the reason I had to hop on here and write something out about it, was because it showed two somewhat ordinary people living and dying in a way most of us would probably go out in this situation. They were real and people we can all relate to. 

And they broke my heart. 

Let’s face it. Sleepocalypse strikes? I’m probably not going to bump into some doctors who are searching for a cure and tag along. I’m not going to find the guy looking for what caused it and jump on that adventure. I probably wouldn’t even be partying it up and slamming the hard drugs. 

I’d settle down with whatever friends or family didn’t die that night and hang out. I’d start checking things off the bucket list, like Bill and Nicole’s bakery mission, and try to squeeze some laughs in while I still can. I’d just want to make the most of it. I’d want to sit with the people I loved and just go when I go. Something close to happy. 

That is why this episode was amazing. While I have been filled with anxiety and curiosity week after week as I wondered what Jake, Ally, Sam, and Ellis were going to get into and what they were going to discover, I suddenly didn’t care as much about any of that this episode. All of that was on the back burner. Because I wanted to see Nicole and Bill make it to their date. I wanted to see them make dumb jokes in coffee shops and bakeries. 

And I cried like a baby when Nicole finally went to sleep in that movie theater, not because she passed out suddenly, but because this was her choice and what she wanted. She was ready and she had accepted it. 

I, perhaps oddly, found myself wishing Bill could have gone with her and they could have stayed together. 

Whether that would have been a happier or sadder ending, I don’t know, but I sure as hell cried either way. 

TLDR: This was incredible. I need a support group for these feels. 

Late Night Swim (Audrey/Reader)

requested by @audreyjensenghostface

“I’m going for a swim. Do you wanna join me?”

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Quietly getting out of the bed you shared with Audrey, you dug through your drawers to find the bathing suit you just bought.

You were almost to the door when Audrey’s hoarse voice stopped you, “Y/N? Where you going?”

“I’m going for a swim, do you wanna join me?” You asked the now awake girl who stared at your bathing suit clad body.

Audrey checked the time on her phone with widened eyes, “It’s 2 am, why do you wanna go swimming right now?”

You shrugged, “Couldn’t sleep, now, do you wanna come or not?”

The girl nodded but then frowned, “I didn’t bring a bathing suit..”

“Just wear that and i’ll lend you something after.”

Audrey looked down at her pajama shorts and tank before nodding, “Alright, lead the way.”

—•—•—•—•—

“Isn’t this nice?” You grinned as you floated on your back

Audrey sat on the edge of the pool, her legs splashing in the water, “I can’t believe you talked me into getting out of your warm bed to come swim.”

You rose your eyebrow before swimming over to her, “I didn’t talk you into anything, you came willingly.”

She smiled down at you, “Sure I did, c’mere.” She leaned down to reach your lips, only for you to pull her into the pool.

Audrey yelped as the cool water touched her skin, “Y/N!”

You laughed loudly as she fixed her hair that was soaking wet and covering her face.

“You’re gonna get it.” Audrey mumbled while pulling you closer to her, your bare stomach against her clothed one.

“Am I?” You questioned, leaning your forehead against hers. The grip on your waist tightened as you two stared at each others lips.

Audrey was the first to make a move, her lips pressed against yours and your hands instinctively went to her hair.

Kissing Audrey was an experience, she was always gentle, but firm. Pulling away, you grinned at the breathless girl in front of you, “I can check kissing in a pool off my bucket list.”

Your girlfriend chuckled, “You’re a dork,”

A breeze passed through which made you shiver, “Let’s go back inside and cuddle, yeah?” She asked.

Nodding, you two headed back to your room before drying off and changing then getting back into bed.

“That was fun, can we do it again sometime?” You asked as you cuddled into the girl beside you.

She nodded, “Yeah, we can. Goodnight, beautiful.”

God, your girlfriend was an actual cheese ball.

“Night babe.” You mumbled, closing your eyes.

Late night swims really were the best.

5

So we evacuated hurricane Irma and as you can see by the dumpster picture below how much damage we had….yeah that’s it the dumpster fell over..that is the damage. Oh well, we ended up going home to Tennessee and met some friends in Chattanooga and knoxville..ate some good food and then came home. It’s normally about a 6 hour drive from savannah to knoxville…it took 13 hours to get back. I can check mark “experience evacuation traffic” off my bucket list now. Them Florida drivers were terrible! Edie enjoyed her moments in Tennessee, she met new pet friends and rolled in the grass. She behaved really well in the car. I felt bad for the cat because atleast the dog can take potty breaks..you can’t really let a cat out so he stayed in his duffle bag. Bless him.

That maple street restaurant was so cute! I would frequent there if we had one here. Instead of calling out your name or number when your order is ready they have like..a question of the week/month? And their question was “favorite Disney movie character?” So you heard them shouting “ELSA NUMBER 69? ORDER FOR ELSA 69” I obviously couldn’t go with my obvious choice of simba so that started a bought of coming up with the most obscure Disney characters we could think of. In the end husband thought I was crazy and told the girl “mushu” which turns out to be the only mushu of the day but I was really hoping to go with like Alan-a-dale from robin hood. Our friends chose “launchpad mcquack” and the poor girl who was behind the counter looked like she was maybe 16 and she was like “wtf is a launchpad?” The new ducktales series is apparently not doing it’s job.

Caught In The Middle

Last week, he barely paid any attention to you. It’s probably best to move on…. but not without a fight. Of course he meant the world to you at one point, but he just paid more attention to other girls more than you, and you would not be treated like a second choice again. You’re setting you’re eyes on a new guy, a better guy..

It’s Monday, and you’re starting the week with a bang! You wear the cutest outfit you’ve ever worn (thanks to weekend shopping), and you do you’re hair and makeup as perfect as you could, while strutting in the halls of your school the most confident you’ve ever been. All to show (OLD/C/N) what he’s missing. But, (C/N) has been flirting with you for the past month, and since you’re over (OLD/C/N) you can focus on him now. And make sure (OLD/C/N) is watching. (;

“Well, well, well, look at the cutie.” (C/N) remarks looking you up in down with his deep, lustful (Eye Color) eyes.

“Is that so,” you say back feeling extra flirty while acknowledging (OLD/C/N) staring at the two of you.

He steps very close to you, so that your bodies are nearly pressing against each other. You hear (OLD/C/N) slam hiss locker shoot you a glare and walks to Algebra 2 class. Serves him right for treating you like the dirt beneath his fingernails, but thanks to him, you’ve got a better guy who’s clearly into you, and the feelings are mutual, so you don’t feel bad.

“Babe, let me walk you to Algebra.”(C/N) says with a wink. You can’t contain yourself because you can’t BELIEVE he just called you babe, but you act cool and walk with him.

(C/N) sits right next to you, and (OLD/C/N) sits behind you two. The sexual tension between you two remains even though (OLD/C/N) is there. You’re talking to (C/N) about the gossip that’s going around on Twitter and in school, but the whole time, (C/N) either stares into your eyes w/x stopping for a long time, glances at your boobs and staring at your lips. He’s so resistible and you don’t mind, but you joke and say, “My eyes are up here, but try not to stare at them for too long.”

He replies, “Oh really? Make me.” in a stern yet quiet voice, staring at your eyes the whole time. You feel goosebumps. Through out the entire class, (OLD/C/N) notices the intense flirting, but you don’t care anymore. (C/N) sneaks random moans every now and again because he knows it drives you crazy.

The bell rings and you can’t take it anymore, when you and (C/N) exit the classroom, you pull him in a kiss. Surprisingly, he kisses you back harder, moving his hands to your butt, and squeezing it. His hands are all over you’re body, and his lips are just so soft and the kissing gets more intense. It’s like he’s been waiting to do this to you for the longest time. Things get real heated and he bites your lip. He stops and says, “I can check that off my bucket list, but uh maybe we should get a room.” with a wink.

“Maybe next time,” you tease back.

“Well then I can’t wait to see my girlfriend tomorrow night at my place.” He says with that adorable smile, and we both smiled at each other as if this was the beginning of the world.

I hope that was good ))):

10

Today I got to jump out of a plan 10,000 feet up in the air! It really was the most incredible thing I’ve ever done. Skydiving has been on my bucket list since I was a little girl and I’m so glad I can check that off. The most amazing part is when they open the door. The only word to describe my experience is surreal. When that door opened I immediately felt accomplished. I felt as if the world was just a perfect mixture of fact and fantasy. I knew everything I was looking at was real but the view I had and the feeling that went through my body made it seem like it was unreal. I couldn’t be more grateful that I got the opportunity to jump with my dad. My dad and I had an amazing day together. So glad I got a dad that’s just as crazy as me!! Love you so much dad! Thanks for doing this with me.