Are you gay?
I’m bi! Can I ask why you’re asking?
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Are you gay?
I’m bi! Can I ask why you’re asking?
red and blue dont work together fyi it can hurt peoples eyes
Hey anon, thanks for letting me know, it had honestly never occured to me that it can hurt peoples eyes. I’ve changed it now, hopefully it looks better!
Waste Love
Summary: After a semi-public break up with Colson you find yourself back in his bed, with his new album in the works maybe you can contribute to a song
You woke up slowly, the sound of music waking you up. You took in your surroundings, the familiar room was dark which told you it was still nighttime, and your boyfr- ex boyfriend was sitting at the foot of the bed, his favorite guitar in his hands, a soft melody filling the room. You stayed still for a while, you weren’t drunk anymore and the consequences of your action had began to hit you. You knew you shouldn’t have gone to the after party, but your publicist insisted. You were supposed to go to the awards with Colson, but after your breakup you had hoped you could get away with it but no, it would be a good time to socialize she had said. And that’s how you had found yourself drinking a bit too much and ending up in your ex’s bedroom, naked but the sheet covering you.
You sat up, wrapping the sheet more securely around you and moved so that you were next to him. He only briefly looked up before looking down at the papers around him, scribbling a few more lyrics on them. “Is this a new one?” You asked looking at the papers, and he nodded. “Is it for this album or the next one?” You asked again, this time taking the papers so you could look at the lyrics more closely, your breath caught when you saw the title, ‘Waste love’. “Probably this one,” he answered shortly, not looking at you. “Can you play it for me?” You asked tentatively, looking up to him. He looked at you and your eyes locked for a moment before he looked down again. You thought he was going to refuse but instead he started playing and softly singing…
Woke up and you wasn't next to me this mornin'
Saw a yellow cab drive you down the street on Broadway
Wish I could erase the mistakes that I made, I'm sorry
Wanted me to chase you inside, but the house too haunted
You almost let out a laugh, it was about you, the day you broke up so clearly described in the lyrics. He looked up for a second but the moment he met your eyes he lowered his to the guitar again.
I tried to get away with the worst this time, you caught me
Tried to find a place for the words so I can say sorry
It's so shitty how I waste love, I know it's shitty how I waste love
Come home every night I'm wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted
You looked down unable to look at him anymore. You scanned through the lyrics and realized he hadn’t finished the song completely, so you grabbed a pencil from where he had left it and started writing.
It's gettin' hard to fake how I feel when your face still taunts me
I know it's hard to fake how you feel, do you not still want me?
How'd you run away from the place you brought me?
I did it to myself, though, go ahead and blame this on me
You could feel his eyes on you but you didn’t look at him, just mentioned for him to keep playing as you started singing.
You tried to get away with the worst this time, I caught you
I tried to make you stay with my words, but this time I lost you
You looked up, finally meeting his gaze.
So shitty how you waste love (it's shitty how I waste love)
It's so shitty how you waste love (I know it's shitty how I waste love)
Get home every night you're wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted
You pointed at the next line, it was the last thing he had written,
Wait, I thought we were done, how'd you end up in my arms last night?
“Fuck,” he had seen the next line you had written for him. You closed your eyes for a second and began to sing the response
I guess a little bit of pain kinda make it feel good sometimes
Why you try to run when I feel like you the one sometimes?
I guess a little bit of pain kinda make it feel good
A tear rolled down your cheek but you brushed it away and kept singing
You tried to get away with the worst this time, I caught you
(But this time, this time you caught me)
Tried to make you stay with my words, but this time I lost you
(This time, this time I lost you)
So shitty how you waste love (it's shitty how I waste love)
It's so shitty how you waste love (I know it's shitty how I waste love)
Get home every night you're wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted
I thought we were done, how'd you end up in my arms last night?
I guess a little bit of pain kinda make it feel good sometimes (kinda make it feel good)
Why you tryna run when I feel like you the one sometimes?
I guess a little bit of pain kinda make it feel good
More tears were rolling down your cheeks and you brushed them away clearing your throat a bit as you stood up, gathering your clothes from the floor. Colson threw the guitar on the bed and stood as well, coming next to you. “Y/N-” “I have to go!” You cut him off before he could say anything, once again you couldn’t look at him. You dropped the sheet on the bed and quickly got dressed, almost running out of the door but Colsons voice stopped you, “Y/N come one, let’s talk”. You stopped almost at the bottom of the stairs and took a deep breath. You didn’t look at him when you said, “This time you caught me”. “What?” He sounded confused, you finally turned to look at him again, “In the song, you wrote ‘this time you caught me’ so how many times were there?” He looked down, and you nodded, you were expecting this, it was the reason you broke up with him in the first place. “It really is shitty how you waste love! Goodbye Colson!” You turned around and walked out of the house. He didn’t chase you this time either.
Would you do anything with Will Byers?
Sister/sibling stuff for sure, maybe something cute and safe if you want something specific. Nsfw stuff no, unless you give me a faseclaim thats of legal age (and even then I won’t promise much)
no tea no shade but it’s funny to me when ppl request nsfw with the younger characters (eg. will) bc they’re just exposing how they’re little 12 year olds asking for smut
Sorry this is super late but for some reason Tumblr didn’t notify me about the asks. Honestly I don’t mind cause I remember being a little 12 year old looking for smut. But yeah I just can’t look at a 14 year old and think ‘I’m gonna sexualize the f*ck out of him’, maybe if the actor was older I could do it but since Noah is also 14 I just can’t
One more such victory
Summary: What happens after Tony snaps his fingers
Warning: Character dealing with parent death
A/N: Sorry this took so long, I went on vaycation and then I wasn’t quite sure how to finish this but here it is, hope you like it
“Dad?!” You whispered, there were tears in your eyes. “Dad! I’m here, I’m okay!”
Pepper was next to you, her hand on top of yours as you clutched your dads’ heart, his hand trying to hold both of yours. “You can rest now.”
Your dad turned to you one last time and you barely saw his lips move as he whispered “I love you” for the last time, the reactor went dark and his hand fell on the ground.
I’m almost finished with a fic about Stark!Kid and the end of Endgame which mainly features Peter and Harley but I need your opinion. I’ve already written the Tony dies scene and it’s pretty sad (if I do say so myself) but I can definitelly make it sadder, so do you guys want me to leave it as is or go full blown sadness
my mood rn: missing scott reed
Something nsfw with Will Byers?
Hey anon, I’m sorry but I wouldn’t feel comfortable writing something like that as both Will and Noah are 14 and I’m 22
Being Dustins sister headcanons: Part 5
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Episode 5
You scream as the room goes down
o Steve holds you close by the waist
o You try to hold Dustin but he pulls away quickly to try and figure out the different buttons
o You pull away from Steve and try to help your brother holding Erica steady
o When the elevator stops you fall back with Erica on your chest so she doesn’t get hurt
“My groin! It fell on my groin”
o “Dustin, help me save my future kids please.” You try to joke
o “Ew, Y/N!”
o “Your little shit head of a brother and his friends are all the kids I need”
o You frown at that but know he doesn’t mean it
o He’s so good with them you can just tell he’s going to be an amazing father
“…Your mom isn’t gonna to be able to find us if we’re dead in a Russian elevator!”
o “Steve!” You say, touching his arm hoping it will relax him a bit
o “Erica, your mom knows and likes me, I’m sure we’ll figure something out to say.”
Being Dustins sister headcanons: Part 4
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
You and Steve have been going strong for the whole year
Sadly even with your help he couldn’t get into any college
But you helped him get the job at Scoops
o You’re there everyday and Steve gives you free ice-cream
o And spends his lunch break making out with you at the back
At first you’re worried about Robin
o Steve seems to like her but you were in Mrs. Click’s class with them and remember Robin looking at him constantly
o Until one day you start noticing she likes talking to girls more than boys, and you see her checking out a girl one day
o That’s the end of your concerns
Robin keeps score of how many times Steve messes up because of you (its more than 6)
o Not that you do anything, Steve just tends to mess up when you smile at him
The kids no longer need babysitting but you see them often enough when they come to Scoops
You see El as well, though Mike is always there so it doesn’t allow you to teach her the things you want
o Like periods, and boys
You miss your brother too and can’t wait for him to come back
o He called a few times while he was at camp more often the first week and then less and less as time went on
So a lot happens to Steve and Dustin this season and the headcanons are geting long so I’m gonna split them up, part 4 will have a few pre- season things and episode 1-4 and part 5 will have the rest of the episodes and some after. Hope that’s ok.
Part 4 will be up in an hour.
Do you guys want a “Being Dustins sister headcanons” part 4?
I just came home from watching Endgame for the 3rd time and I really feel like writing something with Harley and Stark!kid. Not necessarily romantic but just something with him as an actual part of the family
To Marvel Studios: We Want a Tony Stark & Peter Parker Disney+ Show!
hi everyone!! i know this blog looks kinda ~sus~ bc of the lack of posts but it would mean a ton if you could share this petition i just created to hopefully convince marvel to create a tv show centered on tony and peter’s relationship set between homecoming and infinity war! the more people that share it, the better!! thanks so much in advance, i and so many others love these characters 3000!!!
I don’t know who you been, fucking with lately All I know is your friends, say that it ain’t me All know is you keep, calling me baby All I know is I been driving you crazy
Anth & Conor Maynard - Taki Taki (cover)
IKEA troubles
Pairings: Dad!Tony x Reader, uncle!Rhodey x Reader
Summary: You want an IKEA wardrobe, but assembling it seems more difficult that assembling the Avengers (insp.)
Being the Stark heiress came with a lot of privileges, like living in the Avengers facility, having your very own iron maiden suit, and having enough money to buy anything you wanted (within reason of course). So, when you decided to redecorate your room your father brought the best carpenters money could buy. But after spending a little too much time online looking at inspiration boards you had fallen absolutely in love with a wardrobe from IKEA that you wanted to store your favorite clothes unlike the walk-in closet that stored everything from flight suits to ballgowns. And since you had inherited what your uncle Rhodey liked to call Stark stubbornness (or SS for short) you refused to accept anything else the carpenters offered and got the IKEA one instead.
That was the reason you were now siting on your new bed with Peter next to you, trying to figure out what exactly the next step was while your dad, uncle and Vision were arguing about whether or not the bolts were secure enough. “Rhodey I’m telling you they’re too loose. You need to tighten them.” Your dad said as he went to grab the screwdriver from uncle Rhodeys hand. “Tones I got this if I tighten them any more the wood might break.” Your uncle said, moving the screwdriver away. “I’m afraid you are both correct.” Vision spoke. “If we do not tighten the bolts the wardrobe will not be steady but if we do we might break the wood.” He explained. You looked up from the instructions with a stern look to warn the three men, “if there’s a scratch on that thing I-“ “I got it!” Peters’ exclaim cut you off, “we have to turn it around, so we can put the handles on the doors.”
A few minutes later your new wardrobe was up and in its place. Your dad stood next to it giving it a little push and the wardrobe moved, “God!” He almost laughed, “who would have thought that the first unstable thing I’d create would be a wardrobe!” He shook his head. “No!” You exclaimed. The four men turned to you with confusion in their eyes. “No, no,” you insisted, “I am the first unstable thing you’ve ever created, that wardrobe takes second place.” You stated. Peter started laughing, uncle Rhodey and Vision both tried and failed to cover up their own laughs, while your dad rolled his eyes, shook his head a little but smiled non the less.