[my caps] the thick of it

A very long overdue post!! My last black pens post was more than a year old! Anyway, all pens were bought here in Brazil (unless stated otherwise) at local stationery shops (I don’t buy online).

1. Gel ink pens: 

  • Pros: they write very smoothly, the ink is really opaque
  • Cons: they might smudge (although it almost never happens to me) because they dry a little bit slower than a ballpoint pen

Pilot G-2 0.38 - This is currently my favorite pen. It has not disappointed me so far: it takes a good while for the ink to end, it’s very smooth to write and it has a comfortable grip. I bought this one at Target (USA). 

Pentel Tradio 05 - My second favorite. Again, it is smooth, the ink lasts for a long time and it is really opaque. I don’t use it all that often because I find it a bit too thick, since my handwriting is small. However, it is my go to when writing bigger or on thicker paper.

Cis Gelyx 05 - Wouldn’t recommend this one 100%, but it works fine. What I don’t like about this pen is that the ink ends really quickly. Also, the cap is missing in the picture!

Muji Gel Ink - I was a bit disappointed with it, because the tip got loose and the ink leaked out. Although I was able to fix it by screwing the end tighter, I wouldn’t really recommend it to most people, since there are better alternatives available. I bought this one at the Muji store in London. 

2. Nankin ink pens: 

  • Pros: the ink is really opaque (nankin pens are usually used by artists) and there are a lot of tip sizes available
  • Cons: they might not be as comfortable to write in, the ink doesn’t look so dark on the paper (usually more of a dark grey)

Staedtler Pigment Liner 0.1 - I used to use it in my old bullet journal, and I really liked it. The ink doesn’t end very quickly and it has a constant flow.

There are, however, 3 main brands that I’ve seen selling this kind of pen: Staedtler, Unipin and Sakura. As of quality, my opinion is: Staedtler = Unipin > Sakura. As of price, they usually are: Staedtler > Unipin > Sakura.

3. Hydrographic pens:

  • Pros: they are the easiest ones to find and the ink is opaque and has a constant flow
  • Cons: the ink doesnt’t look so dark on the paper, they might be too thick for some people

Papermate Flair UF - this one works fine for me, although it is a bit too thick, so I only used it when writing in thicker paper. I haven’t used it recently because lately I have been preferring gel ink pens.

Stabilo Point 88 - it’s not in the picture, but I have owned it previously. It bleeds through the paper more and the tip might break, but it works fine enough (again, I didn’t like it so much because it was too thick for me).

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Truth And Dare

Originally posted by montedelacruz

Pairing: Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader

Request: “32 - Montgomery de la Cruz”


32. I still have our photographs, but there’s no way I’m showing them to you.”

Word count: 1.482

Posted: 21st of May 2017

A/N: Guys, I definitely need more Montgomery gifs! I honestly don’t like repeating the gifs that I use in my imagines, but I need to when it comes to Monty. :(
Anyways, I hope that you like it and I am writing more imagines soon. I am still drowning in requests, but I hope to finish them soon. Wish me luck! I hope you enjoy guys. Thank you.

P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests of my prompt imagines. Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

“Truth or dare, (Y/N)?” Montgomery naughtily asked you as he had a meaningful and devilish smirk on his face. You knew that you would regret either of your choices, so you answered without thinking.

“Truth.” You blurted out, a little bit nervous but convinced of your choice. Everyone had their drinks and the alcohol was about to kick in and control your minds. With your friends, you would never know what your truth or dare would be. They are all goofballs and they would come up with the most idiotic ideas ever.

You loved your circle of friends, they were your anchors and you could always count on them. They were also fun to be with, so when they decided to do a huge sleepover at Bryce’s, you accepted immediately.

“No fun!” Justin mocked you and the whole group laughed. You playfully slapped Justin on his arms and he just laughed louder. He was surely drunk, because the joy that he was feeling was overflowing. You would never see a sober Justin in that way.

“(Y/N), have you already forgotten your ex-boyfriend?” Montgomery seriously asked and the loud chaos of your friends suddenly died. You furrowed your eyebrows because why would Montgomery ask you something like that? The group was having fun and he would blurt a serious question out. Your long distance ex-boyfriend wasn’t even a topic to discuss about, since they didn’t know anything about him.

“Oh.” Alex reacted and you noticed that your friends knew that something strange was happening. Montgomery might have some secrets, but sometimes they couldn’t keep them for himself.

“Why would you ask?” You asked back as your vision kind of blurred your friends out. Your eyes were focused on Montgomery and you could perfectly see his poker and serious face.

“It’s your truth, not mine. No returning questions.” He then smirked as everything went back to normal. Your friends waited for your answer and your just rolled your eyes as the music in the background kept on going.

“Yes, I forgot him.” You honestly answered. It has been two months since you discovered that he was cheating on you and you trusted him so much that he managed to crush your vulnerable soul. It wasn’t a hard truth, but your curiosity started to dominate your brain. Why would Montgomery be this interested in your love life?

“Can I see some pictures of him? I never saw him.” Jessica blurted out and the crowd started to tease Montgomery. You couldn’t understand anything and you assumed that it was just because of the alcohol. “Do you still have them?”

“No way!” You harshly shook your head as you answered Jessica’s request. You never showed them your photos with him, neither you told them any information about him. Why they would be this interested when everything between you has already been broken? “I still have our photographs, but there’s no way I am showing them to you.” You’ve met him different times and you admitted that you really made the most of it by taking some photos together, also to remember your moments together.

“Why? I suppose that he was ugly!” Montgomery insulted your ex-boyfriend, showing his bitterness and your friends chuckled. You rolled your eyes, because Montgomery was starting to annoy you.

“Well, I can assure you that he wasn’t.” You smirked at him as a bright idea came into your mind. “Are you jealous, Monty, my love?” You smirked at him and you tried to pull out your most flirtatious voice. After all, Montgomery was a flirt too and he would just spend his time flirting and teasing people.

“I’m surely not, (Y/N).” It was his turn to roll the eyes this time and you just let out some soft giggles. Your friends laughed as they enjoyed the scene that you created.

“Save your love confessions for later, love birds.” Sheri teased you as she assumed that there was some sort of love interest between you and Montgomery.

You grabbed the bottle to continue the game and spun it. You carefully watched the bottle as it started to slow its spinning. You were curious at first, but then you were shocked as the cap of the bottle indicated Montgomery.

“Truth or Dare, de la Cruz?” You smirked at him as the people around you hollered. They were idiots and loud. You thanked the thick walls of Bryce’s house, at least, the neighbourhood would never hear your racket.

“Dare!” Montgomery fearlessly answered and you saw Justin’s smirk grew slowly. You wondered your eyes around and you saw your friends smirking playfully.

“Oh, oh! I know a dare.” Justin hyperactively shook your arm as he wanted to dare Montgomery.

“Dude, this is my dare!” You playfully slapped his arm and he just shook his head while he laughed.

“You wouldn’t regret this!” Justin assured you and you just sighed as you assumed that he would ask Montgomery to do something disgusting and heavy.

“Foley, let her be!” Montgomery said with his eyes wide opened. You could say that he might have hinted what Justin’s dare would be.

“Go on, Justin!” Zach cheered for his best friend as they pushed them to blurt the dare out. You rolled your eyes and you gave them a pouty face.

“Monty, I dare you,” Justin slurred as he continuously laughed. “to kiss the most beautiful girl here in our group.”

“Justin, seriously?” You glared at him as you thought that he wasted your only chance to dare Montgomery.

“Seriously!” Justin smiled and he encouraged Montgomery to follow what he has ordered him to do.

Montgomery sighed and you understood that he found the dare lame. After all, he was an adventurous and fearless man. He would do everything to live his life at its fullest and you got along together because of it. He was also caring and overprotective when it came to you, a thing that you absolutely found strange because he was tough and touchy when it came to someone else.

“Go on, Monty!” Zach cheered for him and the group has started to shout his name to encourage him.

There were only three girls in your group: Jessica, Sheri and you. You totally excluded yourself from his choices, since you didn’t consider yourself to be one of Montgomery’s dream girls.

“Fine!” He groaned as he stood up from his seat. He slowly walked in the middle of the circle as he carefully thought of his decision. “No offense, okay?”

“I know, Monty!” Jessica answered and she winked at him. Montgomery then chuckled as he shook his head in disbelief.

You absentmindedly followed Montgomery’s steps, but you suddenly shook your head as you saw him lowering himself in front of you.

“What?” Your eyes grew wide and Montgomery just shrugged everything off. He raised his shoulders and you heard your friends teasing the two of you.

“I think you are the most beautiful girl in this group.” Montgomery smiled as he relaxed his tensed body. He slowly leant in to give you a kiss, not minding what your friends were blabbering about. “And I love you, (Y/N).”

You felt some sparks through your veins as Montgomery’s lips touched yours. You didn’t expect that he would choose you and why would he even choose you? Did he also say that he loved you? Of course, he did and you really didn’t know what to think about it. When you heard his little confession, you felt your heart beating madly and you did your best to deal with it as your lips moved in synch, tilting your heads in different directions as you deepened the kiss.

“Why is that?” You whispered to Montgomery as soon as you broke the kiss between the two of you to breathe. You slowly opened your eyes and Montgomery’s blushing cheeks were revealed, coping up with his fast heart beat too.

“I didn’t choose truth, (Y/N). Wait for your next turn.” He said, while a wide grin was growing on his face. He was a tease and you knew that he would always be one. You shook your head and you giggled, rolling your eyes in annoyance. You were annoyed, but you knew that it wouldn’t last because you would always forgive him and you couldn’t keep your anger when it came to Montgomery.

Little did you know that he was the one who helped you to move on. He was the one who cured your broken heart, when your ex-boyfriend has cheated on you.

To make the long story short: Montgomery helped you to pick up the little fragments of your heart and he had the patience to repair them one by one.

It was funny, because it took you a truth and a dare to understand everything, a truth and a dare to open your eyes and to realize that you loved him back.

How to Put on a Wig and Not Want to Die


I am here today to show you how to put on a wig and, well, not want to stab yourself in the eye afterwards. The thing with wigs, is they’re essentially like everything else in cosplay: in order to finish with a good result, you need to start with a good beginning. So, here we go.

First things first, you need your supplies:

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  • Andrew: Okay, we're about to enact "Operation Smoke Out the (Frustratingly Attractive) Mole that is Neil (FUCKING) Josten" written, choreographed by, and dedicated to yours truly. Any questions?
  • Nicky (flipping through a thick packet): Yeah, I was wondering about the part you make me buy the hated party an outfit that is, quote, "black and torn like my soul"?
  • Andrew: Point denied.
  • Aaron: I'm not understanding why we don't just beat the shit out of him????
  • Andrew (playing with the cap to his meds): Oh, so it's fine when it's YOUR suggestion...BLOCKED.
  • Kevin: So, this part where we take him out for ice cream, its intended purpose is to lull Neil into a false sense of security, correct?
  • Andrew (sweats): Yes...that is the most correct. All part of the plan (and not my fantasy)
  • Nicky (attempting to write in a makeout with Neil into the packet): And your ultimate goal is to interrogate him successfully in a loud and crowded nightclub while he's delirious and you're off your meds but also we're kinda drunk too. Then the following morning we go out for brunch. Am I on the right track?
  • And that's how Nicky was voted out of the family (despite it being a 1-2 vote).
Breaking Things (Cap/Thor Quick Fic)

So, lol, I am all about Tony trying to set up Thor and Steve, and Bucky just rolling his eyes and going along with Tony’s shenanigans.. All about a nervous Steve who can’t handle being attracted to Thor, and a goofy, not-as-oblivious-as-he-pretends to be Thor.
This is my new favorite thing and I can wait to write a whole fic with this dynamic.
As always, for the darling @werewolfbuckybarnes because without you I never would have discovered these two. And the anon who sent me “Thunder Thighs” for Thor because I lol’d at that.

Enjoy :)

“Hey, come here for a minute.” Tony wrapped an arm around Bucky’s waist and started pushing him towards the living room.

“What’s up, sweet thing?” Bucky asked, blue eyes lighting mischievously. “Want to do it over the couch again?”

Tony pulled away and stared at his boyfriend for a full minute. “Buck. No, I don’t want to do it over the couch. What are we, twelve? You can say sex..”

“Kay.” Bucky shrugged. “Want to sex over the couch again?”

“Some days I don’t know why I love you.” Tony huffed. “Would you just go look?

“Fine.” Bucky bopped him on the nose and Tony swatted his hand away.

“I swear to God, Bucky you will sleep on the couch if you keep doing that.”

But Bucky wasn’t listening, staring wide eyed into the living room. “Hey. Why isn’t Thor wearing anything?”

“Oh, he is. But the guy sleeps like he’s dead so I pulled his pants off after he passed out on the couch.” Tony said nonchalantly, and Bucky grinned, plopping onto a stool at the kitchen bar to wait.

“So when are we expecting Steve? Because this must be something you did for Steve.”

Of course it’s for Steve. It’s been a few days since he ran into a wall or broke a coffee cup while staring at Thunder Thighs out there, so he’s due.

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Styles & Co. Part 9

Authors Note: The italic paragraph is Harry describing Elise an event in his point of view. (Sorry if it is confusing, but it will make sense once you reach it).
Thank you so much for reading my work!!
Previous parts found HERE Xx

When Harry told me to pack a bag for the weekend I did not take him seriously one bit, I assumed he was just trying to be cheeky and make up for our previous disagreement; turns out, he was serious about the weekend. He — presumably with the help of Anastasia — Planned a small getaway just for the two of us, promising that his phone would be used at a minimum and I was *all* his for the whole weekend, no interruptions, no business talk, no business problems, or even clients that need to be seen. He is absolutely, one-hundred percent mine for at least the next forty-eight hours.
Oh, how so much can be done in forty-eight hours without interruptions…

Despite having a splendid cabin to relax in and partake in various activities with my boyfriend, I find myself hand in hand with Harry while we stroll along a hiking trail he specifically selected.

A walk within nature is refreshing; the rich air fills my lungs with a sense of clarity.
The worn trail leads a route through a chirr of insects sounding while within the terrain of old decayed logs, some softened by rot, along with many forest-y like shrubs, towering trees, and tussock grass.
Thick grass carpets contoured lines as a border for the narrow pathway we travel on— between the rich verdant woodlands on either side of us. The further I advance the more of a lush scent radiates from the various grasses that line the channels, the dips and curves of the uneven terrain. 

“Harry, are you sure there are no snakes?” I challenge while I continue to gaze over the region, feeling as if I have been undividedly swallowed by a viridian forest of chaparral.

“Elle, you’re in the heart of nature. Just relax and enjoy the walk.” Harry responds, appearing to appreciate the calmness of the trail and the greenery it contains. I have never really been fond of walking trails, I find them rather boring, in my eyes all I see is greenery and random shrubs that may or may not be poisonous, but, Harry seems to appreciate the walk in nature, the least I can do is smile and breathe in the fresh air. After all, there have been things over the years he has done for me that he has thoroughly despised, such as attending a few theatre productions with me, and not complaining through the Nut-Cracker — that he found to be unquestionably tedious and torturous.

We subsequently reach the top end of the trail, the peak of the trail allowing us to appreciate a promising landscape. My eyes set themselves among the breathtaking panoramas over the edge — it’s almost as if the whole world is at the edge of my feet, — Rugged Alpine mountains line the distance where the snow caps peak the skyline, the mountains accompanied by a thick mist at the base where rolling land dip and curve in the spaces between the hilly mountains and the valleys.

“It seems so peaceful out there.” My eyes continue to gaze over the view thoroughly, taking in the beautiful detail and picturesque scenery offered, from the rigid cerulean mountains to the shadow the mountains cast over the scattered villages — almost as though the mountains are nature’s shielding casings for the settlements before them. 

Harry’s arm benevolently encloses itself around my waist, a small kiss becoming pressed to my cheek. 

“It does, it’s a lovely view, I love the colour variations between the landscapes, how the colours elegantly dip and transition. It is remarkable.” He agrees with the sense of peacefulness the distance emits. “Tell you what else is lovely?” He begins with a slight chuckle, 

“You’re about to say something incredibly cheesy and cute, aren’t you?” I smile, my eyes turning to gaze at him, his view being one of my all time favourites. I can never get enough of his features, his blue-green eyes that sometimes turn to grey, his pink lips, or even the way his nose crinkles at times.

He shrugs, his eyes moving back towards the landscape before us, “I was,” he nods, “But since you just outed me, I will refrain from my comment.” He continues as I lean into him, his arm becoming tighter.

“I want to hear it,” I gently poke at him, 

“Nope, are you ready to go back down the trail?” He questions and I nod, taking one last look at the view before I move from Harrys embrace and begin to step away from the edge. 

“You coming?” I turn to smile at Harry, holding out my hand. I observe as he timidly nods, his hand fidgeting in his pocket. “Harry?” I narrow my eyes onto him and he catches onto my glare, he makes his way closer to me and takes my hand, his fidgeting making me curious. “Why are you fidgety?” I softly question as we begin to walk back down the trail.

“Uhm,” ..“Sorry, love. I couldn’t help myself and quickly checked my phone.” he clears his throat, seeming a little apprehensive and nervous. I shrug it off and kiss his cheek, assuring him I am not mad — if that is what is making him timid and nervous. 

My eyes stay focused on the rocky trail while I continue to admire the surroundings I missed on the way up the trail.
Harry’s voice distracts me at a distance and it takes me a moment to realise he isn’t right beside me, again.

“Elise, wait a second.” He affectionately calls,

“This is the third time-” I begin as I stop in my tracks and turn around, immediately freezing when my eyes coincide with his. He returns to me a grinning smile, his eyes glistening a penetrating bluish-green from the rays of sunlight radiating down on us. I stand speechless, a tiny box in his hand, a diamond shining radiantly from the sun. 

“Since the day I met you, I knew I wanted to one day marry you.” He stammers, appearing nervous, a tone I barely ever catch. 

A stuttering Harry is scarcely every detected. He’s always calm and confident when speaking, it’s how he tends to make his territory. The only other times I have seen him seeming timid or nervous was for a few major business settlements, and a wedding toast he was terrified as hell to make. It took him two glasses of strong liquor to calm him down and convince him that his speech was perfect and that he, in fact, did not need to prepare an expeditious getaway.
“For almost five years I have looked into your beautiful eyes, witnessed your adoring smile, and have had the privilege to wake up beside you for the last two years we have lived together. I have fallen in love with you, every inch of your personality, your body, and soul; your witty comments, and your touch. I love you,” he continues, gaining a little confidence as his hand shakes a little. “I have come to realise that you have put up with a lot of my shit that my business throws at us; you have been one of the only ones to stick by me, even when things go south, you are there… you are the girl that my Mum used to tell me about, she told me that I would find a girl that starts a wildfire in my soul, a girl that is captivating in every way, talented, caring, loving, and most of all a girl that will stand by me even when things get tough…” ..“She told me to marry the girl that I wouldn’t want any other man to be with, the girl I want to dance with it at random hours, to marry the girl that stays even when she has seen me at my worst….., and I was wondering if you’d take the next step with me and marry me?” The proposal makes my heart skip a beat. A question I didn’t think he’d ask me, at least not for a while. 

We’ve never discussed marriage, I honestly did not expect to hear this speech for a while; I thought he would drop hints, or I would have to drop the hints by bringing it up or leaving my laptop open on a wedding dress page for him to find and freak out over, but none of that seemed to have happened… Neither of us has dropped hints. But here he is on one knee with a beautiful diamond ring cushioned within the box. 

 I stare down at him, lost for words, lost in my own thoughts. 

This, this is really happening.

“Really?” My voice comes out as more of a squawk rather than a regular tone, my own nerves beginning to rapidly pulsate.
He nods, a smile spread across his face, his dimples becoming exhibited. I stare into his eyes, bewildered and clouded. 

This explains why he was timid before we started walking down the trail again, why he was fidgeting his hand in his pocket, blaming it on him just wanting to check his phone… 
Was he wanting to pop the question with a stunning view in the background? Was he just too nervous to do it?

I open my mouth, promptly closing it as a sense of nerves takes control of my body, I can’t tell if I’m incredibly dismayed by the sudden question or if I’m about to throw up from being put on the spot.

His eyes soften as they do their best to interpret my own, “Elise?” a delicate film begins to cover his eyes —  a covering that looks as though a tear is threatening to spill from his gorgeous eyes. 

Without much more consideration I find my head nodding, a “yes,” slipping from my lips. The moment the word escapes my tongue my lungs fill with fresh air, a smile embroidering itself across my lips.
His smile stretches wide, his agile fingers taking the delicate ring from the box, gingerly sliding the ring onto my finger before I’m kissing him ever so sincerely. We pull away, still smiling at each before he breaks the silence, 

“For a minute I thought you were going to turn me down.” He clears his throat, placing the ring box back into his pocket. 

“I uhm.. I stopped breathing for a moment.” I chuckle, 

“Yeah I thought so, you just looked at me with a stunned expression.“ 

"Well, you did just out of the blue propose to me,” I remind him, wondering just how much thought he put into this. 

“It wasn’t entirely out of the blue.” He shakes his head while we begin to continue to walk down the trail. 

“We have never discussed marriage." 

"Well… true, but we have been dating nearly five years.” He acknowledges my point, reminding me that our five year anniversary is swiftly approaching, along with his twenty-sixth birthday.
Damn, how time goes by moderately quickly.

Harry catches me admiring my ring while I sit relaxed in the bed, the comforter draped over my legs. He leans on the doorframe, a smirk coated cutely across his face, a mug cupped in his hand. I bite my lip and give him an innocent smile, blushing at the fact he caught me watching my ring glisten in the lighting. 

“Is it real or fake, darling?” He questions, seeming to be amused by the fact I am delighted with the diamond on my finger. 

“Oh ha-ha,” I roll my eyes, “It is extraordinarily beautiful, you have a good eye,” I confess, rather surprised that he chose so well and selected something that suits my style.

“Mhm,” he hums, stepping into the room, leaning over the bed and handing me the mug he was previously cupping in his large hand, “Here, sweetheart.” I take the mug and press my lips to the rim, relishing in the aftertaste of the tea he graciously made for me.

“So, can I know the details?” I reference to the whole proposal, curious of his thoughts and planning involved. He crawls onto the bed and lays himself down beside me, 

“What details?”

“How you asked my Dad and stuff.”

“I have had the ring for six months sitting at the jeweller, I had both your parents look at it before I bought it. I was going to propose on the trip, but I had to go back and deal with my bloody business, then I thought of doing it on our anniversary in a few weeks, but I thought it would be far too typical and public at a restaurant.. it has been in my pocket waiting for the right moment.” He explains, once again surprising me with the fact that he had the ring six months ago and never dropped a hint about it. Not one. “As for asking your Dad, that was the hard part.” He admits with a low voice.

The thought of marriage lingered in my mind for a while, in fact, it was March of last year when I decided that I wanted to propose to you. The moment I knew I wanted to marry you is a whole other story that will have to wait for another time. Anyway, when the idea arose, I began to ponder on different things, whether you would say yes, whether your parents would give me their blessings, I even had to think about whether the two of us would be better off staying the way that we were — happily in a relationship as we had just crossed the four year mark. I sat at my desk trying to think of a way to ask your Father, preferably in a way that he would give me a yes. I wondered about it for quite a while, it wasn’t until mid-May that I gathered up the courage to speak to your Father about marrying you. It worked out kind of perfectly, it just happened your Dad asked if I could have a car organised to pick him up at the airport, so I did, but I decided to accompany him. Your Dad played along perfectly into my plan, inviting me in once we arrived at his house —  we spoke about business, his trip to Chicago, the stock market, all that nitty-gritty stuff you hate discussing with me. It was nerve-wracking, sitting in front of your Dad while he sipped on a glass of bourbon, explaining to me his own business things. It was in the moment that your Mum walked in with the lovely smile that you got for her, that I realised it was now or never. Well, it was also in that moment you began to call me and interrupt my process, making me even more nervous and uneasy. I managed to calm myself down after getting off the phone with you and I looked over at your Dad.. with a nervous breath I politely asked your mother to join our conversation, that is when I proceeded my speech, and yes, I remember it all like it was yesterday. “For a while, I have been thinking about what I am about to ask, I have put a lot of thought into this and think it is the right thing to do. I love Elise, it has been evident since the first time she introduced me to you two as her parents. Your daughter… your daughter is the girl that I would go to the ends of the world for, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. We have been together for four years, and I would like to vow to her to stay with her for another seventy-four or for how many more years I live. I am asking for your blessing to marry Elise.” I am pretty sure I stuttered through the whole damn thing, and I remember staring at your Dad as he gave me his answer,
I was devastated, I kinda just looked at him, unsure of why he turned me down, and that is when your Mum burst into laughter, making me feel even worse about myself. I thought she was laughing at me. turns out that wasn’t the case. “You should see your face,” Your Dad chuckled, extremely amused by my lack of words and expression. 

“Put him out of his misery, you had your fun.” Your Mum piped in, giving me a grinning smile.
“We actually spoke about this the other week and wondered when you would finally ask us. Yes, you can marry Elise… It is about damn time you bloody ask, thought it would never happen.” Your Dad smiled, giving me his blessing to marry you, along with a fucking heart attack.
“Even asked while in a suit and tie, how could we say no?” Your Mum continued, settling the situation and assuring me that they would not have said no and that it was purely a joke. So, that is how that went…..

Jumped: Part 4

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The next morning I was picking up my apartment, grateful Niall hadn’t stayed to see the mess in the light of day. We ended up having a round 3…and a half (in my favor) before he had snuck out of here with a soft kiss on my forehead that I pretended to sleep through. It had been an amazing night and my body ached slightly from our enthusiasm. My dress and panties were still on the floor of the living room and I picked them up along with the discarded condom wrapper. Something white was peeking out from underneath the couch. Grabbing it up, I realized it was Niall’s underwear. He must not have been able to find them last night. He had had to go home commando, carefully tucking himself back into his jeans still smelling like me. The thought made my insides clench. I decided to text him, knowing he’d be awake for an early tee time this Monday morning.

E: is this what you do? Leave your underwear at girls’ apartments so they’ll call you back?

N: works doesn’t it

N: sorry bout that. Couldn’t find them

E: no worries. Do you want me to return them? I could mail them or something

N: no don’t worry about it. Just toss them.

N: unless maybe we see each other again

E: I’ll be around. Just give me a call

I didn’t expect this to happen. Knowing he was leaving Thursday for over a month with a busy schedule for both of us this week, it was unlikely I’d see him this week, or ever, again. And I was okay with it, truly. We hadn’t gotten to know each other well enough to form any sort of lasting bond or anything. My world would keep turning, same as it ever had, without the charming musician in my life. We had had fun and orgasms and laughs but that was all it would ever be.

He texted me again that afternoon, a selfie of him on the golf course with a thumbs up. His accompanying text said I had given him good luck, he was playing one of his best games ever. I smiled in my cubicle, going through the rest of my work day with a silly smile.

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One-shot #2

Fandom: MARVEL
Pairing: Tony Stark/Reader
Summary: Tony has made everyone on the team stay away from him because he is getting angry at something he has been working on in his lab, and Natasha sends you down -per everyone’s request- to try to calm him down.
Warning(s): Language.
Word Count: 2,383
There was a light knock on my bedroom door, and Natasha walked in slowly. She stood for a moment silently, and I waited for her to finally speak “Sorry to bother you. But you’re best friend is being a total ass. You think you can talk to him?” my eyebrows came together as I stood from my desk, walking over to her with a sigh.

“What did Tony say to you all now?” I asked, walking past her and out of my room, into the hallway with her.

“I don’t know what he’s been saying privately, but he has been screaming and cursing at everyone that talks to him all night while you’ve been in here. I swear, I’m just hoping he stays off of the phone with Pepper, because that wouldn’t end well.” She spoke, and a small smirk met her lips as I nodded, knowing exactly what she meant.

“Alright, I’ll go talk to him I guess.” We were standing in front of my room, and she almost laughed as I turned to walk down the hall.

“You might want to put on some more clothes before walking out there. Everyone is in the kitchen right now.” She spoke, walking past me to where the kitchen was at the end of the hall, and I looked down at my tight shorts and sports bra, as I had just gotten back from working out a bit before sitting at my desk to unwrap my hands just before she came in.  I sighed at the thought that I wouldn’t have to go bother Tony if I  would’ve been working out in the gym still.

“You are probably very right. Clint might drool.” I joked and I heard her start to laugh as she pushed open the door at the end of the hall. I laughed, shaking my head I turned back into my room and threw on the first shirt I saw, but not bothering with the shorts.

I walked out into the kitchen and heard Steve instantly groan. “What? Are you going to suck up to him to get him to stop being an idiot?” He spoke and I brought my eyebrows together, until he pointed to my shirt and I looked down to see that it was the loose red ‘Stark Industries’ tank top that Tony had gotten me a few months ago.

“Don’t be rude to me because he was being an ass Rogers. I’m doing this for you weak kids. Anyways, I’m not sucking up. He got this for me as a joke a while back , and it was the first thing I grabbed to put on for going down there. If you want, ask Natasha what I almost walked out here in. This is an upgrade.” He turned to Natasha and she explained as I walked to the elevator, and I heard Clint and Steve both  mumble in understanding. I turned back around to them, pointing to Cap with a smile. “See Rogers?”

“Sorry Y/N, I’m just tired of Tony’s anger issues.” He chuckled, and I winked with a laugh as I stepped into the elevator.

“You’re good Rogers, I get it."I replied, and just before the doors shut completely, a silver blur flashed through the door, and Pietro was suddenly beside me. "What is it Maximoff?” I rolled my eyes, leaning against the elevator wall, pressing the button to go up one floor to Tony and Bruce’s lab.

“You might say it was an upgrade,” he spoke with his thick accent, looking at my clothing. “But I wouldn’t have complained.” I rolled my eyes as the elevator bell rang and the doors opened.

“Shut up Pietro.” I went to hit him, but he was suddenly down the hall. As I stepped out of the elevator and the door began to close, he was almost instantly behind me again, waving with a wink as the doors closed.

I walked down the hallway, opening the door to Tony’s lab and walking in. He was leaned over a table with his headphones in, mumbling as he worked on something. Out of all the time I had known him, it was times like this that he always seemed to be most comfortable. I had known Tony for about a year and a half before he had joined the Avengers, and they soon asked me to join as well after getting word of my military training. I walked over to the fridge, pulling out two beers before going to where Tony was working and pulling over a stool.

“Hello Y/N.” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice sounded through the lab. “If you would like to speak to Mr. Stark, he is currently listening to Black Sabbath in his headphones and most likely will not hear you. He has also requested not to be bothered, would you like to leave a message?” I rolled my eyes at the sound of the programs voice and frowned, I had a strange hatred for F.R.I.D.A.Y that even I myself couldn’t quite understand.

“Can you tell him to shut you down and use a different program?” I spoke simply.

“I do not understand why you would want that.” She replied and I rolled my eyes.

“See? That is where J.A.R.V.I.S would have used sarcasm to say something like 'I would tell you that that hurt me on an emotional level, but due to the fact that I don’t have one, your insults are hollow.’ and I would have laughed, because that program had a damn good sense of humor. But you, on the other hand, didn’t say that. Do you even know what sarcasm is?”

I waited for an answer , which she quickly came back with. “The Oxford dictionary lists sarcasm as a noun meaning, the use of irony to mock or convey contempt. Example-”

“Oh my god.” I cut her off, then stood, walking towards Tony.

“Y/N. Mr. Stark has requested not to be bothered. I can deliver a message to his headphones.” I rolled my eyes again, annoyed with F.R.I.D.A.Y by this point.

“No, I can deliver my own message, thanks.” I gave a mocking grin to the air as I moved.

I walked over to him, ignoring her as she repeated what she had just said to me. I pulled out his earbuds, only for him to turn quickly in his chair, a frown on his face. “What do you want?”

My eyes widened and I took a step back from him. “I came to talk.” I replied, holding one of the beers out to him, which he took and instantly took the cap off, taking a swig of it as I did the same.

“They send you down here?” He asked and I sighed.

“I heard you were being an ass, so I came to talk.” He shook his head, turning back to what he had been working on.

He set his beer down before leaning closer to the thing, and I jumped when his hand crashed down on the table. “The damn thing just isn’t working!” He screamed and I sat down on my stool.

“Y/N, I told you Mr. Stark was busy.” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice came back and I had to keep myself from losing my temper.

“Would you please shut her up?” I spoke slowly, and he sighed.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, leave us alone until we are done here. It shouldn’t take long.” He picked up his beer and took another drink as he sat down, turning towards me. “So, what do you have to say?”

I sipped from my beer, then set it on the table beside my stool, trying to look for the right words. “For one, I liked J.A.R.V.I.S better, he was fun.”

Tony nodded, “But now he is all human form on us, so.” He spoke and I shrugged with a small nod.

“And two, whatever you are working on, I know it’s for this upcoming mission in a few weeks, but if you need to take a break it’s fine, the team would understand. You can slow down if you need to.” I spoke simply, a soft smile coming to my face as I looked at him.

What happened next I didn’t see coming. “You can’t just tell me that it’s fine to take a break from what I am working on! You don’t understand because you aren’t a necessity to this team! Sure, you help, but this is the main thing we need for this next mission! So do not tell me that it is okay for me to slow down!” He screamed, standing and getting closer and closer to me as he went on, before he finally turned around and took a breath.

You aren’t a necessity to this team. His voice repeated in my head, and I watched as his body seemed to tense, and he turned back towards me, a softer expression on his face now. “Y/N. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No! You do not have any fucking right to treat me like I am beneath you in any way. So don’t you dare try to give me that shit about you 'can’t take time off of your little project!’” I was standing, screaming, and stepping closer to him with each word as he had just done to me. “You do not speak to me like I am a child. If anything, this team doesn’t need the rich guy that sits in a suit while the rest of us are actually fighting. You are here because mentally, we need you, but physically, we could get any damn John Doe off the street to learn how it works and sit in that suit to do your job.” Venom laced my every word, and I could see a slight twinge of fear in Tony’s eyes. “You will speak to me like a normal, rational human being, because I am your equal! You will not speak to me like that because you are pissed that something you are working on isn’t fucking doing what you want! I am not your work, so you will not treat me in the way your work has you feeling!"Tears of frustration had built in my eyes as I finally stopped screaming, taking a few deep breaths as I walked back to my stool and sat down.

"Y/N.” He whispered, walking over to me. “Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m just pissed it’s not working, and Pepper is mad at me, and the entire team is done with my sorry ass.” He ran his fingers through his hair as he stood in front of me. “I’m sorry. I am.” I shook my head, looking up at him slowly.

“Don’t ever speak to me like that again.” I replied, and he nodded. “But I’m sorry for what I said as well. It’s not true.” I finished and he smiled, shaking his head.

“Yes it was, every part of that was true. The only thing is that I already knew all of it.” He spoke and I shook my head again.

“No it’s not. We need you here.” I spoke, and he went over, pulling his stool closer to mine as he replied.

“I really didn’t mean that. When I said you weren’t a necessity to the team. You are. We all need you.” I smiled and a small laugh escaped my lips. “All I’m needed for is to keep Pietro from flirting with Natasha.” He laughed as well, nodding.

“Yeah, being fast wouldn’t help him from what she would do if he did to her what he does to you every day.” He spoke, making grabbing motions in the air, and I reached forward, punching his shoulder.

“Shut the hell up Stark.” A smile was on my face now, as it usually did when we would argue. We always ended up joking around afterwards and apologizing, but we never seemed to question what the other really meant. We knew that anger meant honesty, but we never lingered on what had been said. We heard it, took it in, understood it, and then got over it.

He raised his eyebrows then, a smirk coming across his lips. “I like it when you call me that.” He spoke slowly and I rolled my eyes. “Come on, say it again baby doll. Nice and slow.” I threw my head back in laughter, putting my hand on his arm. I looked at him again seriously, standing up and standing between his legs, which were spread out per usual when he sat in his work stools.

I brought my lips to his ear, whispering lowly, “Anything you say Mr. Stark.” I pulled away slowly and his eyes were closed as he nodded.

“Mhm, yeah, I’m feeling it. That’s a lot better than F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice.” he spoke before we both fell into laughter again.

“Seriously though, you’re an ass Tony.” I spoke and he nodded.

“I know, I took it out on the team. I shouldn’t have.” I leaned forward, pushing on his arm as we stood, about to go to the elevator.

“I don’t give a flying falafel what you said to the team. You were an ass to me back there. ” I hooked my thumb over my shoulder as we walked out of the lab and headed down the hall.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He raised his hands defensively as the doors opened on the elevator and we stepped in together.

After a moment, he spoke again. “I like the shirt you’ve got going on.” He pinched my shirt, pulling at away from me. “I respect the branding.”

I rolled my eyes, “Only because it’s your name across my chest.” I pushed his chest and he smiled.

“That brings new meaning to me being all over you.” He winked and I scoffed. A moment of silence passed before he suddenly looked really confused and spoke again. “What the hell is a falafel?” He questioned, and I responded quickly,

“It’s an Arabic word. A deep fried ball made from ground chickpeas, fava beans, or possibly both.” I shrugged, and he rolled his eyes.

“It was a rhetorical question idiot.”

“I’m just trying to be F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s level of helpful.” I smirked, and he laughed, nudging my shoulder lightly as I chuckled to myself.


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Make You Feel My Love - Solangelo CollegeAU

Will loves college life. He loves his campus, the atmosphere, his new friends, his roommate. What he doesn’t love is a groggy next door neighbor that’s always got dark bags under his eyes and a snarky mouth.

Chapter one

Word count:  2247

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Will had always thirsted for the day he would finally move out of his childhood home and into his own place. A place where he could finally really start his life. Of course, he would miss his mom, he would miss his friends back in Texas, and he would miss the sun and the warmth. However, as soon as he had gotten that acceptance letter from his dream school, all his instincts told him to hurry up and get out of here. He would never tell his emotional mess of a mom that, of course. She would cry whenever they talked about it for the next few weeks. Will loved his mom. She was his absolute everything. All that he really had. His father wasn’t much of a father figure, never really in Will’s life much. He had met him maybe three times, as far as he could remember, but Will didn’t hate the guy. He was actually quite fond of the egocentric bastard, although he always pretended to do so when he saw him. Apollo, Will’s dad, had an important and difficult lifestyle, and Will couldn’t really blame him for not staying in Texas with him and his mom.

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There’s a lot of isolation you feel, growing up fat in the gay community. I’m 26 and still insecure about my body in that regard. I’m not a twink. I’m not 5'10" and skinny and tan. I’m not the stereotypical ideal of what a gay “male” is supposed to look like. I’m fat. I’m hairy. I have imperfect teeth. So I’m categorized as a “bear” even though I’m not the ideal in that category either. I’m not 6'3 and only heavy in the tummy with thick thighs and a perfectly chubby butt and a boy next door face. I don’t look cute in slightly sagged jeans and a baseball cap. I don’t look like a high school football player that gained 65 pounds after graduation, and that’s what ideal bears “look like.”

I’m non-binary, and that makes me feel like I don’t belong anywhere, on top of those other issues. I’ve been told to lose weight in dating apps. Told I was too big. No fats. Not my preference. Sorry. Straight up blocked once people realized I was not skinny. On more than four occasions. I have been so ashamed of my body I’ve wanted to starve myself. I didn’t swim shirtless in public until I was 25 years old. 25. And I cried before I left the locker room my anxiety was so strong. My body hair was a flaw until I was 26 and embraced it. I was 23 before my own mother new I had chest hair because she’d never in my post pubescent life seen me with no shirt on. I wouldn’t leave or enter any room in my house without a shirt, because my chest hair was so embarrassing for me.

I have always been “too” something. Too fat. Too hairy. Too feminine. Too outrageous. My height has never been an issue, though, outside of dating apps. At a towering 6'5 and size 15 shoe, I get messages constantly from foot fetish people. People who want to see my feet in pictures. Or talk about my soles. Or want to smell my socks. Objectified for those singular attributes, which makes me feel like I exist in a paradox. Both outside, and in the middle, at the cross section of /something/, I just can’t put in to words what that something is.

Gainers message me and want to feed me food in bed. Fetishists messaging me wanting to play with my feet. No one else messages me at all. I’m average looking, though I don’t feel like I’m ugly. My bio mentions Beyoncé and horror movies and not much else. Typical white gay interests that would allow people who look like Colton Haynes the freedom to speak to anyone they choose. The rest of us are not so lucky.

I love the gay community, but it is not without its flaws. Those of us who do not look the part are not welcome, and that’s got to change. We’re being forgotten. Smothered out. Left behind. Who’s going to save us, when no one in our own community cares about us?

No great love story lasts forever ~ Jeon Jungkook {Angst}

Group: Bangtan Sonyeondan
Member: Jeon Jungkook
Type: Angst
Warnings: Hella trigger
Word Count: 2063

Love is an unfair game, only won by those who play unfair.

            Each time you cross my sight, I die a little inside even when I pretend to be fine. In fact, it hurts a little more each time I think about how well you tricked me into thinking that I potentially meant something to you. The way you toyed with my feelings for such a long time and just left so easily after you were done playing with it and it shattered.
I guess you knew how fragile my heart truly was and how easily you could break it, yet you stepped on it like I never meant anything to you. And I guess that was always the truth, I was your toy, just too blinded by my love for you to notice. And it hurts so much more with every day that passes, every day you pretend not to know me, like I was never part of your world, like our love wasn’t real. Tell me, did you enjoy destroying my barriers and once you got to me like no one else before you did, enjoy seeing me fall? Because if so, I’ll greatly be nothing else but your entertainment because in the end, our love was only a terrible love story on screen, only playing for me.

           The welcoming scent of coffee wafted through the air, calling to my weary legs to come take a rest. A metallic table reflected the sun, almost blinding me for a second. The sun has heated the chair and it felt comforting and warm. My cup of Mocha warmed my freezing hands as I stared out into the white scenery of Seoul, letting out a deep breath. The park across from my favorite coffee shop is covered in a thick blanket of white, statues peeked out under their new white caps, footsteps and paw prints crisscrossed each other around the labyrinth of paths. Aside from the brown of the denuded trees, the only other color is the vivid saffron staining around the base of each lamppost, tree and shrub. I gently blew on my Mocha and took a sip, gazing out as I watched people walking past the shop.
The sound of traffic invaded my thoughts. The street seemed to be getting busier. More people, carrying more bags, spending more money. Arguing with their partners loudly as the stress gets to the most patient of people.
           I felt a tight pain deep inside my past as I could’ve sworn I saw us just walking past the window, smiling as we talked about our day, my hand fitting perfectly into yours like it was meant to be. But as they moved on in their busy lives, they turned into the couple we truly were. They were practically in each other’s faces, yelling at each other for the most unnecessary reasons, not noticing that it was killing what they once thought love was. Their love wilted into nothing, a red rose faced with the bitter cold of winter. Like a thorn on a flower, I knew I’ll get pricked but I wanted him. Oh I wanted him so.
I wrapped my hands tighter around the mug in my cold hands and squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to invite him into my mind once again. I knew he’ll soon forget the sound of my voice and what color my eyes were. He’ll forget how much I loved music and how I adored your smile. Soon he’ll see me as a stranger; walking by without recognizing me; he won’t even know me while I’ll be getting drunk, trying to forget his name. Love is an unfair game, only won by those who play unfair. Sadly, when you never learned how to play so; you’ll never know how to trick your opponent into thinking that you played unfair when in reality all you did was use your mind.
I took the last sip of my cold and bittersweet Mocha before getting up and walking out into the snow. I pulled my coat in tighter around me, tugged my scarf up higher as the cold winter breeze entwined my body, sending shivers down my spine.
I quickly made my way over the busy street, focusing ahead of me on the park, the snow crunching beneath my boots. The street looked like an unfinished painting. So much of the canvas was still perfectly white, as if waiting for the artists’ hands to return. The morning light struggled through the murky cloud, but even in its weakness it was enough to blind. The air was of course cold, but I hadn’t expected the same dampness that comes before rain. Moving from the overbearing heat of the cozy coffee shop to the streets was like sipping on ice-water in the height of summer, until my lips went blue.

“You break me into pieces, yet you’re still doing fine while I’m over here hurting.” I yelled out in frustration, my words coming out louder than intended. He looked at me with concern, as if he never meant to hurt me the way he did. I bit down on my lower lip to conceal the emotion I claimed I don’t have.
           “I knew I couldn’t be comparted to her, she was everything and me? I was nothing.” I chuckled and my voice cracked. “Her beautiful image and perfect character was everything compared to mine. I thought you actually started to feel something for me over the months we have started talking but then you mentioned her.
How much you missed her. That was my occasional alarm bell, to not give you my broken heart. Besides, I guess it’s already too late, I’m going to be another lost girl with a broken heart.”
I looked up at him through tears, my gaze meeting his as I tried to find the slightest hint of sorrow in his face. I tried to feel sympathy for him, stayed awake every night to understand the situation he must have been him to create such a big lie. Deep inside I always thought he created it to protect me from the hurtful thought but in reality, he only created it to protect himself from being the reason another girl cries herself into sleep by the thought of him. Everything he did was for his sake, he didn’t care for me. My feelings seemed like a toy to him and once he got done playing with it, he threw it away. His hand slammed down on my shoulder and he looks at me pleadingly, as if he wanted me to understand him.
“I realized that it was never you I truly loved,” he whispered to me and I broke a little more inside- the pieces becoming shards. “We went into this relationship head over heels, without even being sure of our feelings for each other.”
I stopped him by pushing his hand off my shoulder, trying to smile at him with the tears streaming down my reddened cheeks. “I was clear about my feelings for you.” I whispered, my voice almost too quiet to be heard.

I wiped a stray tear off my cold cheek, wondering how it managed to escape in the first place and scoffed at the cold. I tilted my head upwards to stop the tears from flowing and continued walking along the powdered grass. Tiny snowflakes fell miraculously from the sky as I sat down on a park bench. I had a good view of Hangang River and stared out at the calm sea, listening to the birds chirping high above my head. I couldn’t help but wonder if he missed me as much as I did. If he still thought about me the same way I did about him. If he treasured our memories well, looking at them every once in a while to stay in the memory of what we once used to be.

               “How are you doing?” A voice associated with pain ripped me out of my thoughts about him and I felt my heart skip a beat when I noticed who was standing above me, smiling down at me so brightly. He knew he shouldn’t have asked that question and yet, this question kept him up at night for a certain girl. His chocolate brown hair dripping as the tiny snowflakes melted on his heated face. His eyes were the type of brown that was like a sweet chocolate. The chocolate that melts at the slightest bit of the heat from love, or happiness. But that chocolate can also grow hard from the cold harsh reality that is apparent in this world. Heartbreak, or the depression that he hid from all those around him so well. My breath caught in my throat as I tried to find the proper words while trying to contain my feelings from spilling out all at once.

           “Do not ask me that question.” I replied, tears seemingly falling down my now pale cheeks that had once been pink due to my constant happy state. And just as he began to ask me why, I replied with a sudden fire in my eyes, “You can’t ask how a person is doing after tearing them apart Jungkook. You have no right.”

He looked at me like a stranger, yet worse. Instead of the fragile soul I loved for so long, I saw an enemy. It’s as if all that love became pain, pain became fear and the fear sowed hatred strong enough to break us.

I felt my heart shatter as Jungkook looked at me with the hazelnut eyes I adored so much and I noticed that the love for me I once saw in them has died. That he has moved on while I was still trying to learn to live without him.

               “It’s been a while.” he answered, suddenly taking his eyes off me as if he saw the pain he has caused. As if he experienced all those nights I thought about what has caused this love to fail in the minute of our meeting.

I couldn’t avoid the sarcastic chuckle to escape from my lips as I listened to his terrible attempt of pretending that nothing changed. “It might have been easy for you,” I snorted, lifting up my head and squinting at the sun as more tears flowed down my cheeks. “But I couldn’t ignore the feeling I got deep inside my stomach when you broke my heart. It’s like all the butterflies just died.”

I noticed Jungkook catching his lower lip between his teeth, desperately trying to find a respond to my words but I quickly realized there was no use. When you’re struggling to find the right words, it’s clear that there are no more words left to be said. I wiped the remaining wetness away with the sleeve of my sweater and got up, walking away from him slowly, a smile tugging on the edge of my lips as I looked back at him one last time. Once I turned my head away from him, I couldn’t hold the emotions back any longer. All I was, was sadness, every other emotion pushed from my being. Where there was the love, the light, the laughter is an aching hollowness. I was honest, truthful and full of more love for you than you can ever understand. I have been soft, kind and gentle - yet apparently all that is negated by being too intelligent.

          “Don’t live in the memory of us for too long.” he yelled after me and I stopped in my step, turning my body around to him again. I felt sudden anger raising inside of me by his words and wanted to scream at him, wanted to make him feel all the emotions he just pushed aside but instead, I just nodded at his words.

          “I should be saying it’s okay but I would be the biggest liar in the world if I said that.” I replied, smiling at the ground. “So it’s not okay and it will never be. I bet you had no idea what impact your words would have, no idea it could ruin my life but it did. In fact, you probably hadn’t even realized that I was right there, listening to everything but I did. I hated the fact that you never knew what your words did to me. But now you know and I’m not even sorry~”


thevalesofanduin  asked:

Hi honey! If you've still got a spot on your memory thing, I was thinking AOS Chekov. There's so few HC's I've seen about him so seeing your thoughts on that would be super exciting! Random fact of my choice would be "favourite book" because that says so much about a person... Congrats again honey, you're amazing <3

Childhood Headcanons, 4/10, for @thevalesofanduin

Originally posted by teller-marie

AOS Pavel Chekov

Pav’s first memory

“Cover your ears, Myshka, you’ll catch cold,” Baba reaches down to adjust the flaps on his cap.

“I am not a mouse,” Pav protests, stamping his little feet and glaring mutinously at Baba.

Baba tuts. “You are my little mouse.” She bends carefully, straightening Pav’s scarf one last time.

Pav pulls it back down. The wool is thick and heavy, and it tickles his neck.

“Come, come, out of the threshold, Myshka.” Baba ushers him quickly out of the doorway. “Uvy! Do you want to bring ruin on our house?”

Pav stomps his booted feet against the thick snow. The night is cold and dark. He huffs a deep sigh, giggling at the little puff of breath that lingers at his lips.

“Look, Myshka.” Baba comes to a stop at the edge of the clearing, laying a gnarled hand in Pav’s curls. “See the stars.”

And Pavel sees.

Pav’s favorite hobby

Pavel Chekov was born a genius.

He’s the only son of Andrei Ilyich Chekov, world class astrophysicist and pioneer of the antineutrino phase shift model.

He skips right from syllables to sentences - “Baba, no more,” he tells her at ten months. Baba had dropped her spoon, she was so surprised.

He’s reading at university level at the age of four.

When Pav is six years old, Andrei starts bringing home his old physics journals.

They sprawl on the floor in front of the fire, Papa and Pav, journals spread open between them. Baba sits near them in her rocking chair. Her knitting needles clack, and she hums softly.

Oh frost, frost,

Don’t freeze me

Don’t freeze me

They play games with numbers, jabbering back and forth, faster and faster until Pav is squealing with excitement and Andrei is laughing. They discuss formulas and theories, and Pavel scrawls his calculations in cramped little letters in the margins of the pages.

He is never wrong.

“Well done, my Myshka,” Baba says every evening, hardly glancing up from her knitting. “Andrei, it is as I said, is it not? Your son is smarter than you.”

Every night, Andrei sputters good-naturedly.

And every night, Pavel beams.

Pav’s biggest fear

Pavel is afraid of birds.

He’s four years old. Papa is teaching, and Baba is in the kitchen.

A bird lights on the windowsill. It folds its wings delicately, ruffling the feathers on its silky-dark back.

Pav comes a little closer.

The bird tilts its head, eyeing Pav curiously from the side. Its eyes are round and black.

Pav leans his forehead against the cool glass.

The bird warbles, just once, a low, harsh sound. Pav sees the muscles in its throat twitch.

Tap, tap, tap.

It clicks its beak on the widow.

Pav giggles, and taps back.

Tap, tap, tap.

“Pavel!” Baba is running to the window. “Shoo, shoo,” she cries, flinging her arms and waving her apron. “Leave us in peace!”

The bird shrieks as it launches gracefully away from the window, and Pavel imagines he can hear its wings beating as it takes to the sky. “Why did you chase her away, Baba?”

“It is the butcher bird, Myshka,” Baba tells him seriously. “A bad omen.”

“Bad?” Pavel thinks about the wickedly curved beak, about the dark, unblinking eyes.

“An omen of death.”

A Defining moment

Pavel Andreievich Chekov is accepted into Starfleet Academy at the age of 13 years, 2 months, and 28 days.

He is the second youngest cadet in history by a week.

Pav’s best friend

Pav’s best friend is Baba.

Baba, who tucks him in bed with stories of Mother Russia.

Baba, who clucks and tuts and worries.

Baba, with all the wisdom of the generations before her.

Baba, who cried tears of joy when Pavel got accepted into the academy.

Baba, who still calls Pav, “My little mouse,” long after he’s all grown up.

Baba, who sends him a new cap and scarf every year for his birthday.

Baba, who first bundled him up and took him to see the stars.

Pav’s least favorite food

Pavel Chekov eats voraciously.

“Uvy!” Baba exclaims as she spoons another helping of pelmeni onto Pav’s empty plate. “You will eat us out of house and home, Myshka!”

Pav doesn’t have a least favorite food, at least, not until he moves to San Fran and has his first grapefruit.

“Ach!” he sputters, spitting it emphatically onto the sidewalk and glaring at Gary Mitchel with as much ire as a 14 year-old can muster. “What is it?”

“It’s a grapefruit, Pav.” Gary’s looking at him like he’s nuts. “You’ve really never seen a grapefruit before?”

Pavel eyes the fruit distastefully. “We do not have zem in Russia,” he huffs.

Random Fact Pav’s favorite book

Mikhial Bulgakov’s The Master and the Margarita

Tags @feelmyroarrrr@musikat18Sorry this took so long!

Link to Anna’s Masterlist here.

The quiet ones

(A/N): I honestly love Timid/Shy requests

Request: Hey can you please do a Steve x reader where you’re his super shy/timid and quiet girlfriend and he lets you join the team and at first no one can understand why and question him until they all get captured on a mission and you save them by yourself

Warnings: swearing

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever

Originally posted by jamesbuckananrogers

   Steve smiled sweetly at (Y/N) who was nearly clinging to him at some avengers party. They had an iron tight grip around his upper arm and if anyone so much as looked at them they’d cower in fear.

    (Y/N) had been with the Avengers for a few months now but no one could really see why, perhaps Steve had just taken some pity on the kid, or maybe they were a somewhat good fighter, but no one knew. They were so shy that any conversation anyone tried to have with them would immediately die so most times no one would even try, leaving (Y/N) on their own.

   But that very night, the same night (Y/N) had clung so desperately to Steve was the night everyone realized exactly why Steve recruited (Y/N) to the avengers. 

   The team had been having a great time chatting away and sipping on wine when they all got the call. 

    “We’ve got an emergency A.I.M attack,” Friday calls over the speakers. “A.I.M agents have invaded top secret bases in Siberia.” Everyone shares the same scared look before springing into action, grabbing suit and needed supplies before boarding the Avenjet.

   “Steve,” (Y/N) complained as the man got suited up, not even giving them a second glance. “Let me come with you guys, I promise I can help-”

   “(Y/N),” Steve states calmly, turning to look at them as he laced up his boots. “This mission is going to be too dangerous, I don’t want you coming along-” 

   “But I can really help! I promise!’ 

  “I know you can doll,” Steve whispers as he places a quick kiss to (Y/N)’s lips. “But I don’t want you getting hurt, okay? I don’t want your first mission to also be your last,” (Y/N) sighs as they fold their arms over their chest, huffing slightly. 

   “Fine,” Steve smiles softly, pecking their lips one last time before grabbing his shield and nearly rushing out the door.

   “I’ll call you if I need anything, okay?” 

   “Okay,” (Y/N) smiles softly, waving goodbye to Steve as he all but rushed to the Avenjet. 

   “(Y/N), this is my call for help, It’d be great if you could drop by the mission and save our asses,”

   “Why?” (Y/N) asks, already changing their outfit. “What’s going on?”

   “A.I.M got to us, they’ve taken Clint and Nat as prisoners and their starting to get to Bucky and Sam,” 

   “Fuck, yeah, kay, I’ll be there in half an hour,” 

   “We’re all gonna be goners by then (Y/N),” 

   “You guys took the Avenjet and technically I’m not supposed to be using Shield issued jets, so I can either let you guys get captured or I’m gonna be a few minutes late,” 

   “I- ugh, fine, just try to be careful, okay?” (Y/N) smiles as they grab Steve’s ID, most likely to break into Shield headquarters. 

   “Shouldn’t I be the one telling you that?” 

   “Touche,” Steve’s voice cuts out slightly as the signal falls just a bit, crackling and a number of horrid sounds taking his place. “(Y/N) need help,” Steve’s voice makes it through the crackling before the line falls completely silent, leaving (Y/N) to assume the worst. 

   Stealing the Shield jet was easy (God, Shield really needed to up their game) but what was hard was landing the damn thing without drawing any attention to it. (Y/N) didn’t have time for stealthiness however and rather than waste their time trying to find somewhere to park the thing they merely touched down in front of the base, grabbing a weapon of their choice before marching straight into battle. 

   Steve glared at his captors with an angry look, his eyes narrowed and lips nearly snarling at the suited men. 

   “Don’t look so angry Cap,” One of the agents calls, no doubt smirking to themself like an idiot. “Boss just wants to talk to you a bit,” 

   “You mean me?” Tony asks, smirking despite the situation. “He wants to talk to me and he used my team to get to me,” 

   “Guess you’re not as thick skulled as we thought you were,” The agents chuckle together, obviously finding themselves rather funny. However, their laughter stopped immediately when a small thumping sound came from the outside of the door. 

   “Sh, sh, sh, sh, shh,” One of the agents whisper, their hand falling to their gun. With soft steps they walk to the door at the front of the room, making sure to stay below the small window that it had. The agent grips their gun a bit tighter as they press an ear to the door, listening for any sound. All seemed quiet, eerily quiet, but only for a moment before the door was being kicked in and two guns were being aimed directly at the two agents standing watch. Everyone squinted against the lights behind their savior, attempting to get a good look at them. 

   “Holy shit,” Tony whispers, his eye sight having returned the fastest. Standing in the doorway was none other than (Y/N) themself, standing taller and more confident than the avengers had ever seen. 

   “If anyone moves I’ll shoot, anyone so much as breathes I shoot, got it?” One of the agents shifts a bit and (Y/N) pressed the barrel of the gun directly to their skull. “I said got it?” The agent nods quickly, raising his hands in defeat. “Now, I’m just gonna go untie these nice people and you two are going to stay completely still, if you so much as move a muscle what am I going to do?” The agents remain silent, quivering in fear. “I asked you two a question,” (Y/N) growls, their sweet persona completely gone. 

   “Y-You’re gonna shoot us?”

   “Damn right I’m gonna shoot you. So what are you not going to do?”


   “Good job, you guys catch on quick,” With one last threatening press of the gun against the agents head (Y/N) quickly moves over to the group of chained heroes, keeping their guns aimed directly at the agents. Without taking their eyes off the two (Y/N) begins to untie Steve’s restraints, quietly engaging in a conversation with him. 

   “Thanks for the help,” Steve mutters, rubbing at his wrists as (Y/N) began to untie Bucky’s very well knotted arms. (Y/N) casts Steve a small smile, quickly moving onto Nat’s restraints next. 

   “It was no big deal…not so bad for a first mission though, huh?” Steve smiles as he crouches beside (Y/N) to assist them, quickly freeing Sam of his ropes. 

   “Not to bad at all,” 

   “Is no one going to talk about the fact that (Y/N), the shy sweet one of us totally just came in here and threatened these agents lives?” Tony asks, squirming a bit when Bucky broke his bonds. Steve chuckles a bit, standing once everyone had been freed of their bonds. 

   “(Y/N)’s not as sweet and shy as you think they are,” Steve crouches down,  grabbing his shield and locking it onto his back. “Why’d you think I let them join the team?” Steve smirks a bit as he passes Tony, taking (Y/N) by the hand and leading them out of the small room. Everyone else stares at each other in shock and surprise, not quite knowing how to interpret the situation. 

   “Damn,” Tony finally replies, smirking as he nods his head a bit. “Steve sure knows how to pick ‘em,” 

anonymous asked:

IMPORTANT: I have pretty hairy legs and arms as well as some ugly muscle, but my parents refuse to let me shave anything. Is there anyway I can make my arms and legs appear more feminine, without shaving? Cause I feel like I've tried everything and it makes me feel really uncomfortable.

Kii says:

Keep in mind that plenty of women have thick hair on parts of their body. You could wear clothing that covers your arms and legs (fitted clothing looks more feminine, so maybe skinny jeans?) and you could also use lotion so the hair and skin underneath is soft, and focus on other parts of your body that you can change. We’ve got some more tips in our dysphoria page.

So I remembered that my name is FANFICdiddlydoo so here are some good fanfics to read

Returning to my roots. Most of these are one’s I’ve read so far (there are TONS more to read so if you know more plz let me know!). Need to look into more. I’m interested in ALL characters so if you know a good one, link me!


-In the Flesh by raisedbyhyenas


-Thick as Thieves by Kyokaen

-Caps, Beliefs, and Ego by Abyssickly

-One, Two, Three by Aviena

-A Long Time Coming by Sweenester


-Flesh and Steel by StGfanfic

-By No Constraint by Quinzelade

-Little Things by Sunderland

-Shelter Me From the Cold by Tess1978


-Gravel and Timber by snipershezz

-Like Some Kinda Walking Target by lushlove

-Black Betty by jo7787


-Wastelander by qinwa

-A Simple Arrangement by pterodactyldrops

-Underneath the Rubble by blueeyesbunny

-Shelter by Hollywithaneye

-Safety Off by Amailia

-Axes to Grind by Kateana


-Rain by tess1987

-Burning Steel by Valdryfor

Nick Valentine:

-Laid Bare by LillyoftheAlley

-Something in Common by TheFamousFireLadyM


-First Words by Vaultpopsicle

-Tale of Two Pipers by LittleMissValkyrie


-A Cold Beer by Alice_in_Black


-Synthetic Tales of the Sole Survivor by EssentiallyRei

-Professional by FloodFeSTeR

Down the Swift River

Though feet arms and shoulders take flight
My heart stands for what is right.

The feet stumble and trip all over the place.
My heart rears its bearded face.

Arms like thick trees sway in tides of gusting air.
My heart smiles with savoir faire.

Shoulders turn toward a road not found on maps.
My heart searches the mountains for snow caps.

A river winds through bedrock with white fury.
My heart stands waiting for an adversary.

Against an avalanche of abuse and rain of defeat,
My heart will not sleep; it will take the heat.

In you, my heart has taken root
As a weed that starts beneath my foot.

It ends a rose that stands above:
I’m sending it down the swift River of love.


Summary: The war is over. Draco desires only to pass his final year in peace, but fate has other plans. In the thick of the aftermath, Theodore and Luna are pulled into a realm lost to time, and reason. Only Draco and Hermione have the ability to bring them back, but unfortunately for Hermione, Draco wants nothing to do with her.

My smaller Dramione/Lunadore project (30,000-40,000 word cap). I still haven’t figured out face-casting for the characters. Recommendations welcome. <3


My fantasy is to be at an orgy with eight to 10 naked, sweaty men, all at least 35 or older who are full-blown AIDS fukkers. All of them have the look of HIV: lean arms and legs, vascular muscle, obviously sunken facial cheeks, a few even with hard Crix bellies or buffalo hump. We are meeting in play room with slings, mattresses, tubs for piss play, lots of mirrors and porn on big TV monitors. All of us are stroking our big, heavy dicks. Talking about and praising AIDS brotherhood and the masculine way of AIDS on AIDS fucking only.

I am here to reaffirm my devotion to Satan and appreciation for his AIDS seed. It begins with me sucking every man’s cock and drinking hot piss from each one. I lie in a tub, and all gather around to drench and baptize me in their toxic urine. One skinny guy even has KS lesions (a rare find with today’s meds), which I lick and bathe with my tongue like a hungry dog. The air is thick and rancid with the smell of poppers, ripe pits, piss stink and cigars.

One fullblown fukker is around my age but looks older from the long-term effects of smoking, drinking and AIDS. He’s skinny and has deep facial wasting, but his cock is at least eight inches, thick and capped with a fat mushroom head and a 00-gauge PA. He pulls me up out of the tub, takes a hit from his cigar and locks his lips over mind, his tongue, spit and smoke flooding into my mouth. I slurp hungrily at his mouth and go weak from the smoke and an intense desire to become impregnated with this primal animal’s dirty seed. I fall to my knees to worship his body and his disease, thrilled that he will be the first tonight to ravage my stud cunt with his lethal cock and spew poison deep inside my guts. 

I get slammed good to prepare my mind, body and soul for ritual AIDS rape. Soon I’m in the sling, flying high and begging for cock, cum and virus like a crack whore. The fullblown fukker slams his meat into my cunt, and the other men gather around me, stroke their cocks, piss on me and down my throat while praising Satan and AIDS honor.

After my AIDS buddy shoots his toxic sperm in my guts, he catches his breath while pissing inside my hole too. He pulls out his meat, and the other pigs rush to my gaping hole to drink the unholy cesspool of poison cum, piss and a trace of blood gushing from my cunt. I lick the mixture off of my maker’s AIDS cock, and soon a second pig steps up to continue the ritual, and I continue sucking cocks, drinking piss and giving praise to Satan for welcoming me to his family.

After a full night of ritual breeding and FULL BLOWN orgy fucking, takes me to a bathhouse for AIDS honor. I demonstrate full submission to AIDS and Satan by shedding all pretensions of dignity and self respect. I wear a collar and walk around fully naked on a leash as he invites strangers to cum and fuck his new slave raw. Men jump at the chance to bareback my ass, and soon I am in our large room, getting fucked with the door open and more men watching. I am bred for hours and devolve into a shameless AIDS whore.

At the next brotherhood gathering, I take my place as a AIDS brother and devoted son of Satan. My acceptance is celebrated with an AIDS orgy.