Meet Me In The Afterglow

Me:

It’s because your so fucking sweet Morgan 💕💕💕

Hi, I’m Morgan. Morgan Stark. I’m 23 years old and I hope @peterparkeranon doesn’t mind me being on here ( because he is so protective ) anyways, my ask is open to anyone and everyone but please no hate! Hate is not accepted here. I do nsfw, and sfw so feel free to send me an ask or a message! I would love to make some new friends! ❤️

*hi, yes I had to make a separate account from my main blog because yours truly thought the asks would go with the blog but guess not! So if you followed my now deleted account, I’m still here I promise.*

Feel free to signal boost this like reblogging and such if you want to 🌹

Tagging other anons;

tumblr: oh! so he’s gay!

writer: uh…no, he’s attracted to women.

tumblr: ….so he’s bi!

writer: uhh…no…….he loves his guy friends but he’s not romantically/sexually attracted to them.

tumblr: ….so you’re homophobic.

writer:

for not reblogging it sooner.

Guys don’t forget these two pals!

𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

// 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚒 𝚘𝚏 𝚡𝚟𝚒𝚒 //

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: y/n is kind of a bitch, peter seeks validation and bruce lives in the kitchen

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.8k

𝐚/𝐧: a very special thank you to @hurts-like-hell-xx for beta reading this chapter! thank you a lot and i love you so much!!

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

you blearily opened your eyes from your hour long nap to the sounds of someone hammering away in the lab. it wasn’t unusual for someone else to be down there. usually it was tony or bruce working on a new project, but the rest of the team didn’t typically venture down to the basement. two pairs of voices floated up through the vents and caught your attention. maybe tony and bruce were down there together. 

you threw the blanket off of you and wearily trudged to the counter for a snack. 

“morning, y/n,” bruce’s voice startled you as you reached for an apple. you fumbled for the fruit as you nearly dropped it, turning around to face the team scientist. “good nap?”

you furrowed your brows in confusion. “i thought you were down in the lab with dad?”

“oh, tony’s down there with his new intern,” bruce shrugged as he peered around you to the bowl. “are you going to take the last apple? because i’m really hungry and-” 

you tossed it in his direction as you bit your lip. new intern. you’d vaguely recalled tony telling you about some kid he plucked out of a random local high school to be his new intern. “peter porker?” 

“parker,” bruce corrected as he took a bite. “he’s around your age. it’s about time you hang out with someone that’s not two decades older than you.” 

you rolled your eyes. “whatever. you’re just mad that i beat you in chess the other day.” you stifled a yawn as you pulled your hair back into a ponytail, heading downstairs to the lab. 

laughter rang from the basement as you descended down the stairs, running your hand along the railing. you felt a small stab of jealousy in your side. you couldn’t remember the last time you and your dad had laughed like that while working on a suit. you leaned against the railing and watched as a small hammer flew through the air, and a hand shot up to catch it.

the intern’s head of messy brown curls turned to meet your eyes, and as he did, you saw the excitement in his eyes shift to curiosity. the hand that was holding the hammer tightened as he cleared his throat, his smile fading slightly. “o-oh, hey, y/n stark, right?”

your gaze flitted to the suit they were working on. the familiar blue and silver stirred a sense of familiarity in you, and when you saw the yanked out control panel, a stab of anger jabbed you in the side. they were working on your suit without, well, you. 

writing adult emails is awful

its like

hi [name of person], 

this formatting is making me uncomfortable but I have to tell you something / ask you something that is vital to my career as a student. 

I re-read and edited that sentence for an hour, but you’ll probably just glance over it for half a second.

thanks! 

Dear Person I am Writing To:

This is an optional sentence introducing who I am and work for, included if the addressee has never corresponded with me before. The second optional sentence reminds the person where we met, if relevant. This sentence states the purpose of the email.

This optional paragraph describes in more detail what’s needed. This sentence discusses relevant information like how soon an answer is needed, what kind of an answer is needed, and any information that the other person might find useful. If there’s a lot of information, it’s a good idea to separate this paragraph into two or three paragraphs to avoid having a Wall of Text.

If a description paragraph was used, close with a restatement of the initial request, in case the addressee ignored the opening paragraph.

This sentence is just a platitude (usually thanking them for their time) because people think I’m standoffish, unreasonably demanding, or cold if it’s not included.

Closing salutation,

Signature.