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For once, I know happiness
Not happiness of my own, no
But the happiness when everything is just fine
The happiness of 3 am talks and staring at the stars
The happiness when you know life is going to turn out okay
The happiness of someone good being in your life

Because he is my savior
The one who notices my bad behavior
Who will point it out and let me cry
Just as I was getting ready to die
The one who makes me smile
When I'm in the bathroom holding the file
Against my skin as I prepare to sin
The pain I put upon my my wrists in pairs,
He tells me that we can share
The pain that I feel
And he starts to turn the wheel
Of my heart
Just as I was ready to part

And I may not be out yet
I still want to die everyday
I still want to cry and relapse everyday
But he allows me to wake up in the morning
Allows me to be happy
Gives me a reason to carry on
Gives me a reason to live
It had been a week since Chekov came home from The Enterprise. I look down at his head in my lap and I smile to myself, and I gentle pet his hair. He may be gone for years at a time but I was willing to wait. It's not like he could chose when he came home or not. I just kept myself available for the entirety of his home stay. I took a month off work for him. He was something else, I suppose.
~~~~
"So did it hurt?" He asked, passing me the pipe. I took a deep inhale and exhaled, the smoke gathering around my face for a minute.
"Not too bad." I wiggle the industrial piercing around in my ear and I laughed. "It was a solid 30 seconds of pain, but not really bad pain. Just like..a 6 out of 10 type pain. Enough to make me clench my teeth and hiss but not enough for tears or screaming." He nods, holding his hand out. I hand the pipe back and he takes a long drag from it. The apartment had begun to smell, and ever since Chekov moved in with me, we had started associating the smell of weed as the smell of home. Every now and then someone around would smell like it and I would remember the late nights Chekov and I had where we were high off of our minds and I would dance around and make a fool of myself and I'd try to serenade him with Chelsea Dagger and he would just laugh. And eventually we'd both be settled down and we would just giggle next to each other.
"What about these?" He poked my snake bites.
"Nah. Those were just more annoying to get done cuz I had to stay verrryyyy still as they poked the holes." He nodded. He nuzzled his head into my shoulder and I smiled. He wasn't the best person to be with, given he leaves for years at a time and neither of us have any idea whether the other is faithful, but he's a good one. When he comes back it reminds me of our college years in starfleet.
Sitting alone in our dorm with the window open and watching some stupid TV show at 3 am because neither of could sleep. Those summer nights when we didn't have a class and we would get high off our asses and we'd laugh as one of the RAs would look into our room and suspect we were high but had no proof. I felt my eyes start to droop, and Chekov pulled my shoulder so I fell into his lap. He rubbed my shoulder and put some TV show on as I dozed off. Life was good, if even only for the month.
It had been a whole week since Arin had asked me to fill in for Kevin. I had fallen into the cast pretty well, if I did say so myself. I'd come in at 10, once everyone was there, I'd sit around for a while, since a lot of them were still recording, do some odd jobs, maybe take a walk around, and then I'd start editing a little bit after lunch. I had my headphones in as I came in a littler earlier than normal, I had nothing else to do, and I started dancing around. It was about 8 in the morning. I wasn't really a late sleeper.
I walked down the hall to my leather couch that I had claimed as my own and I saw it. The perfect spot. A huge, gigantic, bean bag chair. My eyes went wide. I had to sit in it. I had to. It was destiny. I walked over and looked at it. It could hold probably 3 people! I jumped onto it and landed with a soft crunch, and  I tucked my feet under myself, and rolled onto my side. I was more tired than I thought I was. I closed my eyes, deciding to take a short nap before anyone needed me. I dozed off with Bring Me The Horizon Blasting in my ear. I smiled. This was happiness.
~POV change~
Dan walked into the room and gasped gently. He was curled up around himself, maybe taking up a third of the beanbag. He knew he was small but he almost became smaller when he slept. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of the smaller man and he realized the music he was hearing came from the earbuds attached to him.
"Same, bud, same. I appreciate that volume of metal." Arin walked past to see Dan almost oogling at (Y/N) and he smiled to himself.
"I told you he'd like the beanbag chair." Dan nodded.
"Arin he's so small!" Dan whispered.
"He's slept like that as long as I can remember. When I met him he was still a teenager, I think 16, and had a bad family, so he'd often sleep at my apartment or at the studio and I'd give him this huge bed or couch and he'd only ever take up a fraction of it." Dan fought back a fake tear.
"It's adorable." Arin laughed.
"He's so hard to wake, though. You don't have to whisper; not even an earthquake could wake him with that volume of music." He cleared his throat. "HEY (Y/N)" He yelled. (Y/N) shifted slightly and Arin froze, thinking maybe he woke him. He let out a soft groan and laid still once again. Arin held his water bottle out the Dan, who took the unspoken request and grabbed it from him. Arin walked over to the sleeping figure and gently put his arms around his shoulders and under his legs, picking him up and carrying him over to the leather couch he worked on every day previous. He set him down and the (Bright color) haired man shifted to curl up into a ball once again. Arin sifted through his backpack and pulled his laptop out, opening a notepad and typed
you fell asleep. When you wake up come find me. I have a plan for today -Arin
He set the laptop on the table next to you and stepped back out of the room again. "When he wakes up wanna record something with him? He needs a break." Dan nodded with a smile.
"Sure!"
~POV back to normal~
I shifted my weight slightly as I woke. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. My laptop was open. I read the note typed out. Pulling out my earbuds, I stood, walking around the studio looking for Arin.
"Arin?" I called. "Arin?" I cleared my throat. Arin walked from out of the kitchen. "What time is it?"
"Only 9:30. You're still on schedule." He took a bite of his sandwich. I nodded.
"What's the plan? More editing?" He smiled.
"Nope! You get to join Dan and I for a recording session!" I smiled.
"Cool! What are you playing?"
"Mario Party."
"FUCKING HELLA WHERE AND WHEN LET'S DO THIS" I jumped up and landed with a thud as my foot gave out and I landed on my back. "Shit." I rubbed the small of my back as I stood. I heard Dan laughing behind me. "Oh shut it." He stopped at my harsh tone. "Sorry. Still tired."
"You sleep so small."
"Cuz I am small, duh."
"No like really small."
"He's referring to the fact that you sleep in a ball, (M/N)"
"Oh. Yeah. I do that small person ball thing."
"Well let's get started, shall we?" Dan offered.
"I CALL BOWSER" I yell as I run towards the recording room.
I look around the room, machines beeping everywhere. I stick my bottom lip out a little bit and I sniffle. I was only 10. Why did this have to happen. One of the nurses brought me a comic book a little while ago, and I picked it up and sifted through it. I told everyone I saw that Iron Man had saved me, but no one believed me. I was just a little kid in a problem with an imagination, they told me. One nurse told me "Really? That's awesome!" But I think she didn't believe me anyway. I curl up on my side, and rub my thigh. I went to grab my foot that hurt, but it wasn't there. The doctor told me that would happen. My foot would hurt even though it was no longer there. The building crushed everything below my knee, so now all I had was 3/4 of my upper leg. Iron man got me out, I know he did. But I didn't know how to prove it.
"(Y/N)?" I look up. "I'm Dr. Potash."
"Where's my mommy?" I ask. "Where's daddy?"
"Well, we're still fixing them. I know they're in good hands, though. They'll be just fine." I nod. He stood up and walked out. Something told me he was lying-that they won't be okay, but grown-ups lie a lot. Hopefully I could be let out of here soon.
~~~~
It had been 6 months. 6 months of doctors, therapy, and getting used to my new leg. "Prosthetic" she called it. I had gone to a new home. They told me my Mommy and Daddy didn't make it, so they had to make sure someone would take care of me.
My leg hurt a lot after I walked with the new leg. She told me it was going to happen until my leg healed properly. Neither of my new parents seemed to believe me about Iron Man either. Maybe no one would. It was my secret. If I ever saw him I was going to go up to him and thank him. Then tell him to keep it secret. It was cool having that kind of secret. I told my new mom I was going outside to draw on the sidewalk and she said okay. I grabbed the chalk from garage and sat on the driveway, scribbling Iron man into the pavement.
"Hey, (Y/N)." I looked up. "You're a hard one to track down." I tilted my head at him. He squats down next to me. "I'm Tony Stark. You know, Iron Man." My eyes went wide. "Did that happen when the building collapsed?" He pointed to my leg. I nodded. "I thought so...sorry about that. I wanted to make it up to you." I nodded again. "What if I could make a super cool leg for you to use? With a bunch of flames or something?" I grinned, smiling.
"Not flames though."
"Oh?"
"I want The Avengers on it!" I bounced up and down, clapping my hands.
"I think I can do that." He smiled. "But you gotta keep this secret for now, okay? No one needs to know yet. Can you do that?" I pouted.
"No one believes me anyway. If I tell them, they'll think I was "imagining" again." He nodded.
"Well I can show them how wrong they are." I nodded. "I'll see you back...next week? How's that sound?" I grinned.
"Yeah! Yeah yeah!"
"Awesome. See you around, (Y/N)." He stood up and walked down my driveway, and got into his car. I was bubbling with joy! I couldn't believe it!
~~~~~~
I was drawing on the floor on front of the TV when the door bell rang. My new mom got up and opened it, and gasped at who was on the other side.
"Is (Y/N) here?" He asked.
"(Y/N)! You have a visitor, as it seems." I stood up and walked to the door, and Iron Man was back! I smiled.
"You came back!"
"I told you I would. And I brought what I promised!" He handed me a cardboard box, and I took it gentle, sitting down on the ground and opening it. I squealed! It was a new leg! It was made of metal with a black background with all of the Avengers standing on it around the ankle. The upper part of it had a bunch of cool designs etched into it and it had a button on the outside.
"Don't push the button yet, alright? It makes it grow so all you have to do it stand up, and it will adjust itself to the other leg." I nodded, the smile on my face never leaving. I took off the old prosthetic, and put on the new one. I stood up and giggled. I ran up to him and hugged him.
"Thank you!!!" I giggled with glee, running around the house with my new leg-the coolest leg I could ever want!! And now my Mom had to believe me! Oh it was going to be a good day!!
Old Leg New Memories Tony Stark x Child!Reader
for :iconsmollpanda: I hope it's what you wanted!! <3
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Since I haven't been active, I feel like it's appropriate to take some requests. A few simple rules:
1) Has to be something I write about already, fandom wise
2) Make it kinda short! I'll be less likely to take it if you already have the whole plot set out! So, maybe 4 sentences or less? Let me be creative somewhere! It's more fun for everyone!
3) No AUs, please. Sorry, that's just me. I don't enjoy writing them. Keep the plot from the world it's from (like if it's Avengers, the reader can have super powers. Youtubers? Not so much)
4) I will take 7 requests, because I already have an out-standing request from :iconsmollpanda: (sorry love; broke my laptop. Haven't gotten around to it. Easier to write on my laptop than my phone, where the last several fics have been written. I'll try to get it up within the next couple of days! <3)
5) I won't necessarily take the first 7 requests I get, I might pick and choose, depending on how many I get. <3

Fic 1: :iconsmollpanda: (avengers) Done!
Fic 2: :iconsinistorm10: (deadpool x shy!male!reader)
Fic 3: :iconfoxy-loves-markimoo: (Bi!Markiplier x Depressed!Bi!Reader)
Fic 4: Open
Fic 5: Open
Fic 6: Open
Fic 7: Open
Fic 8: Open


Good luck! :iconamazingheartplz:
Since I haven't been active, I feel like it's appropriate to take some requests. A few simple rules:
1) Has to be something I write about already, fandom wise
2) Make it kinda short! I'll be less likely to take it if you already have the whole plot set out! So, maybe 4 sentences or less? Let me be creative somewhere! It's more fun for everyone!
3) No AUs, please. Sorry, that's just me. I don't enjoy writing them. Keep the plot from the world it's from (like if it's Avengers, the reader can have super powers. Youtubers? Not so much)
4) I will take 7 requests, because I already have an out-standing request from :iconsmollpanda: (sorry love; broke my laptop. Haven't gotten around to it. Easier to write on my laptop than my phone, where the last several fics have been written. I'll try to get it up within the next couple of days! <3)
5) I won't necessarily take the first 7 requests I get, I might pick and choose, depending on how many I get. <3

Fic 1: :iconsmollpanda: (avengers) Done!
Fic 2: :iconsinistorm10: (deadpool x shy!male!reader)
Fic 3: :iconfoxy-loves-markimoo: (Bi!Markiplier x Depressed!Bi!Reader)
Fic 4: Open
Fic 5: Open
Fic 6: Open
Fic 7: Open
Fic 8: Open


Good luck! :iconamazingheartplz:

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I decided to start a commission for requests, to save up for a membership. Only if you want, if you don't have points, it's fine. Just drop me a comment and I'll do it. Just give me a character, or person, and a plot if you want, and ill get on it as soon as I can! Please no smut, or any r-rated plots though. Male cougar? Steve x Bi!readerSteve x Bi!reader
Sorry, I couldn't help my self, here's how you look: rainbow hair, angel bites and nose piercing, and and a tattoo of your choice. Your right eye is green, while your left eye is brown.
"Hey Nat." You asked tentatively to your friend, while draping your legs across hers.
"Yes, (Y/N)?" She asked cautiously.
"Is there a name for a male cougar?" You asked.
"A male cougar? Isn't is just a boy cougar?" She replied, confused.
"No, not the animal. You know, like when a some calls a woman a cougar because she likes younger men. Is there a guy version of that?" You explained.
"Hmm. No. I don't think so. Why?"
"Because I think Steve may have a crush on me. The only problem, is that he thinks I'm gay because I went out with that chick. Remember Amber?"
"Oh yea. Her." She hissed.
"Oh god, we're you going to kill her, then forget about it, and now that I've reminded you, your going to kill her?" You started to worry. Amber did cheat on you after all. But you thought that public hu
  the morning after. enterprise x readerThe morning after****
You woke up with a slight headache. "Oh, last night was epic. We need to do that again" you turned to your boyfriend, who got his ass kicked in a drinking contest last night, groaned. "Definitely not. Ve are not doing zat ever again" he mumbled into your neck. You laughed, pavel chekov, who had never lost a drinking contest, got his little Russian ass kicked at it. "Oh, come on chekov, it wasn't that bad!"
"Da! It vas!! My head is pounding!  Zat never happens!"
"Fine, we'll wait awhile before we do it again"
"Da" you got out of bed, and put on your uniform, and headed down to the bridge. Kirk, spock, sulu, uhura, McCoy, and Scotty were all sitting there. Well, more sitting with there heads down and groaning.
"Sup everyone?" You ask cheerfully.
"I'm sorry, darlin, but how are you in the mood you are, when you drank more than any of us?" McCoy mumbled, his southern accent seeping through.
"Because, even though I'm chekov's age, I can handle my liquor"
"Da, but
  

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I am a student writer, I guess I'll write a bunch of short stories and try to publish them one day. I am most definitely a punk, and I listen to the music you would think. Metalcore, Death Metal, punk rock, Pop Punk, good old fashioned rock and roll, etc. Anything loud. And a bit of alternative. I am pansexual, and I like to say I'm gender deviant, so if you gonna hate, go somewhere else. Drop a comment and say hello, I get bored! So...yeah. nice meeting you.
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