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hi!! im working on the prompts i got (from this fun prompt list) and I should post one of them tonight! but please know im not ignoring you guys!!
also, to the anon who suggested prompt #141, would you mind if it was nsfw? it was just the first idea that struck me but i can change it if you dont feel comfortable!
this scene probably won’t be part of my spidepool fic, but i was too weak and couldn’t help it, i had to write it.
Peter is 19 and Wade is 21.
“I didn’t know you smoked.”
Wade looked up, a cigarette between his lips. His sky blue eyes followed the movement of Peter’s spine as he sat next to him on the ledge of the roof. Peter took off his mask, feeling oddly out of place in his suit and bright yellow jacket.
Wade shrugged. “Well, it’s not like I can get cancer.”
Peter scrunched up his nose. “I guess.”
“Does it bother you?”
Peter made a noncommittal sound. Wade took a long drag and made up a point of blowing the smoke towards the night sky. Peter opened his mouth but stopped at the sight of pale pink lips, drawn together like a flower bud. From this angle Wade’s scars weren’t visible, his cheeks were rosy by the cold and the line of his jaw something close to chiseled marble. He was wearing a black beanie and little tufts of dirty blond hair framed his face. Peter tried to ignore the way something tugged at his chest.
It felt like longing.
“I take it you don’t smoke, then.”
Wade wasn’t looking at him, his eyes lost on the horizon. Peter frowned.
“No, I never had one, to be honest,” he bit his thumb. “Although, I guess my healing factor should protect me from getting cancer as well.”
Wade tilted his head towards him, took another drag. His lips curled around wisps of smoke.
“Wanna try?”
the only bad part of writing teenage wade it’s that i cant make reference to cheesy 80′s songs
Suddenly, he ached for more nights like this. The two of them sharing the same space, the sounds of the city as a background, the strange intimacy of the early hours of the morning. Talking about trivial things. Hibari Kyoya’s eyes over him. The knowledge of mundane tidbits of his life. The privilege of monopolizing his attention.
The desire almost knocked the wind out of him.
“Hibari, why did you come?”
A look into the growing relationship between Sawada Tsunayoshi and Hibari Kyoya and how, above else, Tsunayoshi will always protect Kyoyai’s freedom, even from himself.
The number of times Aizawa Shōta had seen Yagi Toshinori were few and far between. But like watching falling stars in summer nights, those moments forced him to stop. And look.
this is my first entry for the erasermight week under the prompt ‘First Impressions’!
Last Line Meme
Tagged by @elfgrove
Rules: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic/original/anything!) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.
Yagi Toshinori would be the death of him.
i was tagged a million years ago lol sorry for taking so long!
the only downside of being in a new fandom without any of my friends is that i dont have anybody who can take a look at my fics to help me with the characterization ....
i should title this chapter ‘with a little help from my friends’ ‘cause boy does jason need to be literally and metaphorically kicked the fuck up for him to do something for himself and his own selfish reasons
you know, if i’ve put it on my writing journal it’s gonna get done. some day.
ha ha i already scheduled a lil’ ficlet to post tomorrow for jasico saturday! i feel so productive!
[covers face with her hands]
THIS IS SO CORNYYYYY
writing is so hard guys.... i want this chapter to be as intense as the last BUT I FEEL LIKE IT HAS NO SOUL AT ALL
OKAY I HAVE A QUESTION AMERICAN COLLEGE-RELATED
if i’m an outside party and i want to find the room of someone who lives in one of the dorms, who would i go about it? who would i have to ask to give me directions? can the person in charge of the dorms give that kind of info?
it’s really funny how a lot of people look forward to @sadgaywerewolf‘s and i’s jasico smut considering they are asexual and i’m a cis girl with no real experience in, you know, gay sex
..... im still gonna write it tho.
me: [opens post with @sadgaywerewolf‘s unfinished smut]
me: [plays the ‘biting down’ 8track playlist]
me: [cracks knuckles]
me: bring it on
