[my caps] the thick of it

Historically Accurate Xena- now in full colour!

Hiccups and delays aside, here it is. Xena is equipped as an early hoplite; (my headcanon is that, owing to her immense, perhaps semi-divine strength, the bronze is between 4 and 8mm thick- too much for any muscle powered weapon to handle from any angle) packing an early Doru, a Boeotian shield, and a Makhaira sword.
Gabrielle’s Amazonian outfit is a composite of Scythian grave finds; she wields a composite bow and Akinakes sword, wears an elaborate phrygian cap, and the trousers and moccasins of a culture seriously weird to Greeks.
Other avenues are still waiting to be explored! Don’t forget to reblog, and tell me what you think.
I’m absolutely willing to defend my questionable use of snarling Gorgoneiona. Fight me.

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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The Innsmouth Look, as described by H.P.Lovecraft:

There certainly is a strange kind of streak in the Innsmouth folks today—I don’t know how to explain it, but it sort of makes you crawl. You’ll notice a little in Sargent if you take his bus. Some of ’em have queer narrow heads with flat noses and bulgy, stary eyes that never seem to shut, and their skin ain’t quite right. Rough and scabby, and the sides of their necks are all shrivelled or creased up. Get bald, too, very young. The older fellows look the worst—fact is, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a very old chap of that kind. Guess they must die of looking in the glass!“ -some racist old dude

When the driver came out of the store I looked at him more carefully and tried to determine the source of my evil impression. He was a thin, stoop-shouldered man not much under six feet tall, dressed in shabby blue civilian clothes and wearing a frayed grey golf cap. His age was perhaps thirty-five, but the odd, deep creases in the sides of his neck made him seem older when one did not study his dull, expressionless face. He had a narrow head, bulging, watery blue eyes that seemed never to wink, a flat nose, a receding forehead and chin, and singularly undeveloped ears. His long, thick lip and coarse-pored, greyish cheeks seemed almost beardless except for some sparse yellow hairs that straggled and curled in irregular patches; and in places the surface seemed queerly irregular, as if peeling from some cutaneous disease. His hands were large and heavily veined, and had a very unusual greyish-blue tinge. The fingers were strikingly short in proportion to the rest of the structure, and seemed to have a tendency to curl closely into the huge palm. As he walked toward the bus I observed his peculiarly shambling gait and saw that his feet were inordinately immense. The more I studied them the more I wondered how he could buy any shoes to fit them…   As I looked at him I saw that the back of his head was almost as hairless as his face, having only a few straggling yellow strands upon a grey scabrous surface.“ -the racist protagonist of the story

Now, take a look at:

Narrow head: impossible to determine due to art style

Flat nose: ✔️

Bulgy, stary eyes that never seem to blink: ✔️

Scaly skin: ❌

Thin, stoop-shouldered: ✔️

Gills: ❌

Dull, expressionless face: ✔️

Underdeveloped ears: impossible to determine due to mysterious hair

Large hands, tendency for fingers to curl toward palm: ✔️

Huge feet: ✔️

Bald/patchy, scraggly hair: ❌❌

Now, it’s well known that the Innsmouth look develops over the course of a person’s life, with young children looking entirely human and adults showing the full list of features and then becoming full Deep Ones. So let’s look at the family:

Youngest daughter, totally human within standard anime margins. Younger brother, slightly less froggy than Tsuyu. Mother, extremely froggy except for the hair (might have quirk similar to her daughter, or might wear a wig), conceals her webbed fingers and claws with adorable long sleeved sweater. Father, literally just a deep one in slacks and tie.


Tsu-chan is not in fact a human with the [frog-form] quirk. Rather, she is a deep one (or rather hybrid), with the [mysterious hair] quirk. Following the appearance of quirks in the majority of the human population, the deep ones were no longer confined to isolated fishing villages out of fear of oppression under humanity, because even their oldest and most developed representatives could suddenly pass as humans with a Quirk. Tsuyu grew up in a world where humans and fish fiends could live together in peace all around the world, and vowed to protect it as a hero so that her people would never again suffer the horrors she’s heard in her parents’ stories (like the massacre at Devil’s Reef). And since a good hero never reveals all of her tricks, she has progressed thus far using only the natural abilities she inherited from Mother Hydra and Father Dagon; the true powers of her [Mysterious Hair] remain concealed.

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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Rowaelin’s daughter x Feysand’s son fic Part V

Sadly, friends, this is the last one. Thank you for coming on this journey with me, and meeting and shipping Sastiel as hard as I did. I cry now.

Check out Part I, Part II, Part III and Part IV.


Seraphine walked behind Kastiel in silence, her wolf following behind her.
It felt like a lifetime ago when Fenrys had given her Fen as a pup. Now he was as big as she is.
She patted down the scruff of his fur, murmuring how good he is when she felt Kastiel’s gaze land on her.
“We’ll train here,” he said.
Seraphine looks around at the vastness of her surroundings. Kastiel wanted to train early—so early in fact, that the sun had barely even risen. She had been given a thick set of Illyrian leathers to wear (despite her telling Kastiel that she didn’t feel the cold), and a ridiculous amount of daggers were now strapped to her body.
“It’s more for my peace of mind,” was his only reply.
Now they were at the snow capped mountain side, with no one around them.
This was dangerous any way you look at it.
“Scared, Seraphine?”
“Only of what your family will do after I’m done with you.”
The two circle each other—neither looking away from each other’s gaze. “No powers. I want to see you fight,” he says.
As she pulls out a dagger strapped from her hip, Seraphine supposed she should have told Kastiel that she’s more skilled with a knife than her fire.
With a twist of her wrist, Seraphine let fly a hand full of daggers towards Kastiel. He dodged them easily, no hesitations in his steps. Like he was dancing. Whatever training he had gone through—it was perfect—beautiful to watch.
But Kastiel didn’t spend years on the road, fighting bandits, dealing with thugs and dodging assassins—he didn’t know how to fight dirty like she did.
Seraphine rushed towards Kastiel, tackling him to the ground. The soft snow crumbled underneath them. Seraphine held Kastiel in a bear hug, her dagger pressed against the soft spot of his neck as they fell in the small ditch.
Luckily, Kastiel’s strong wings cushioned their fall, Seraphine now on top of him. She couldn’t help but think of how perfectly they fit together—like two pieces in a puzzle. 
She gives him a mischievous smile. “You’re letting me win, princeling.”
Kastiel blocked Seraphine’s dagger with his own, letting both of it clatter to the ground near them.
“I win,” he says, studying her face under heavy lids.
The sun had finally risen, covering the white mountains in shimmering orange. It was almost as if the snow were alight with flames. The view reminded him of when he was younger—when his uncle brought him here.
Kastiel couldn’t stop himself—didn’t even bother trying. He slowly, apprehensively, touched his lips to her temple—like a question.
And Seraphine answered back, sliding her cheek down against his, where his lips touched her closed eyes, and down, down to the sensitive part of her throat, her cheek, her jaw.
Kastiel’s lips found hers.
And the soft feel of them and the hard feel of his body under her made her body come alive from a different kind of fire. And the taste of him, of their kiss deepening, of his hands on her back, his leg between hers, made her ache from a different kind of need.
She couldn’t stop the moan escape from her lips—or the way her body moved yearningly into him.
A familiar male voice cleared their throat, separating Seraphine and Kastiel.


“How disappointing,” his uncle practically purrs, “to find the two of you rolling in the snow, instead of training.”
Kastiel took a moment to collect himself, his scrambled thoughts, his lips on hers. And how they still screamed more, more more.
He ignored his uncle, helping Seraphine to her feet. He was never going to hear the end of this.
“You even had the wolf on guard,” his uncle says incredulously with a shake of his head. “Kastiel, I need you to take care of the monsters. This is an order, little general. I have things to do.”
His uncle gives him a wink, and winnows away, taking Fen with him.
Kastiel lets out a long breath, glancing at Seraphine. Her mouth was tilted up in a secret smile at him, her lips swollen from their kiss, her hair a mess from how he had held her close to him. He reached for her hands, feeling the flicker of the mating bond between them.
Kastiel falters at the touch.
“I have to go back to camp,” he says. “The fire training will have to wait a little longer.”


Seraphine spent her afternoon sitting on a trunk of a large oak tree. She promised herself that she would not think about the kiss they shared—but it was hard for her to not obsess over it. She was perfectly fine sitting under the sun with a sketchbook in her lap, day dreaming about future kisses to come.
Besides, it was pure indulgent to watch Kastiel train a group of Illyrian kids.
She could tell, just by the way he was showing the kids how to wield their stick swords, that he was distracted.
“Stay close,” he had told her, before she decided to ignore him. She wandered the camp aimlessly until she found her spot by the tree.
It pleased Seraphine even more that Kastiel’s eyes kept on looking at the general spot of her vicinity, but he had yet to realise that she was up on a tree.
As he supervised each child’s parry, one particular little boy followed behind him like his shadow. Everything Kastiel did, the little boy was mimicking.
With a smile on his face, Seraphine watched as Kastiel hoisted the boy up in the air—the boys arms and legs flailing helplessly—and said something that made the boy giggle with laughter. She couldn’t help but sketch Kastiel’s face in that moment.
When Kastiel was done, Seraphine leaped from her spot on the tree. They found each other in the middle, and got started on working to control her fire.


“Don’t be scared,” Kastiel told her from behind the door of her suite, “Or else they’ll sense it.” He started pacing. “The only person you have to watch for is my Aunt Nesta—and maybe my Uncle Cassian—they’re very protective of me. But other than that, everybody is nice. You’ll fit right in.”
“Oh, will you stop fussing about,” Seraphine says as she opens her door. Kastiel’s mouth drop open. Seraphine had changed from her Illyrian leathers to a simple, long silver slip dress that matched her hair. The dress caught in the light every time she swayed her hips.
By the Mother.
Seraphine gave him a timid smile. “I must confess—I haven’t worn a dress since I can remember.”
He shook his head in reply.
The sight of Seraphine undid Kastiel.
“Control yourself,” his father suddenly warned him in his head. But Kastiel couldn’t stop the pull of the mating bond.
The dinner table of the House of Wind were already occupied with the uncomfortable looks of his family—they no doubt sensed it in him. Kastiel pulled out a seat next to his mother for Seraphine to sit, whilst he sat next to her and his uncle Azriel.
“Seraphine, this is my mother and father, High Lady and Lord of the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand.”
“Please,” his father said, “call me Rhys.”
“And here are my aunts Nesta, Elain, and The Morrigan. And my uncles, Azriel and Cassian.”
Seraphine’s eyes travelled along his family’s faces.
“Honey,” The Morrigan said to Seraphine, “you can call me Mor.”
Kastiel choked on his drink. “Why do I have to call you The Morrigan, when others can call you Mor?”
“Because, Kastiel,” The Morrigan smiled, sipping her wine slowly. “I don’t want to sound old.”
The table erupt in laughter.
“Though Rhysand,” his uncle Cassian interrupts, “you wouldn’t be laughing at what I saw by the mountains earlier this morning.”
The smile in Kastiel’s lips fell.


Kastiel’s dysfunctional family made Seraphine miss her own. She couldn’t believe how long it’s been since she sat at the dinner table to eat a simple meal.
“You’ve gone quiet,” Kastiel whispers in her ear. “Is something the matter?”
Seraphine shakes her head. “I am simply homesick,” she says out loud.
Kastiel’s mother, Feyre, reached for her hand on the table. The gesture surprised her, yet Feyre’s touch was comforting, real—reminding her of her own mother.
“Is there anything that you remember from your past that could help us find your way home?” Feyre asks her.
Seraphine takes a moment to collect her memories, trying to separate the truths from dreams. She had been taken by a group of strange assassins in Erilea. They had captured her, captured her wyvern, captured her wolf, and bound her to a pole in a circular clearing. They were chanting, calling, reciting—it was a sacrifice. She was a sacrifice to the dark pit welling under her. But Seraphine could escape any hold, and so could her wolf. She had shouted at Fen, shouted at him to watch out as an arrow flew towards him. But she blocked it with her back, she fell on her hands and knees from the impact, and she kept on falling, falling into the void, screaming, screaming—
The voice that woke her was at once the night and the dawn and the stars and the earth, and every inch of her body calmed at the dominance of it.
“Look at me.”
She did.
Kastiel held her face in his hands, “you’re safe, you’re here, you’re safe with us.”
Seraphine looked around at the table. She didn’t know what she expected—maybe their judgment—but certainly not their faces of awe—at Kastiel, she wasn’t sure—and understanding.
She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I met this creature, in the forest. It called itself the Suriel. It said to find the ancient one—”
“The Ancient One?” Rhysand interrupted, his violet eyes pinning her to the spot.


Kastiel and Seraphine sat by the ledge in her room. His father had called for his aunt Amren to return from the Summer Court. Kastiel shudders at the thought of facing his aunt after this.
Ever since the dinner, Seraphine had barely said any words to him. He would be lying if he said that her outburst had scared him—had scared his whole family. They were all expecting her fire to erupt.
But it never did—she had controlled it without her even noticing.
“I want to show you something,” he said, gathering Seraphine in his arms, and flying away from the House of Wind.
“The view of Velaris at night cannot compare to any city. But, I think the Sidra River can make you think otherwise.”
Kastiel held Seraphine in silence as they looked out into the sparkling river.
“Is it safe to swim?” Seraphine asked.
Kastiel flew down into the water in answer.

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Bad Days (WinterIron Prompt Fill)

Combining the WS/Bucky Prompts I got from @the-ice-goddess@larissaloki@the-superhero-under-your-bed​ and an anonymous

Prompt: Bucky likes Tony, but is too scared to tell him. What he doesn’t know is that every time he has a “winter soldier” moment, he is constantly protecting tony and not letting anyone near him, so tony already knows that Bucky likes him (“genius, remember?”). Bucky finally gets up the courage to talk to Tony, only for Tony to tell him what’s been going on and he’s been waiting for Bucky to be comfortable enough to actually tell him. Happy ending!

I’ve been on a winter soldier binge (thanks to the alpha WS you did!!) and I just love the thought of Ws being triggered in the tower and while everyone is creating a perimeter etc Tony walks in sleep deprived and due to how adorable he looks Ws aggressively cuddles and protects this sleepy cuteness!
I don’t know if you’re still taking prompts buuuuut if you are maybe a quick fic of Tony enjoying how beefy Bucky is 😘😉
Bucky panicking bc he can feel the WS creeping in & the team being shocked at how the WS in basically in love with Tony & how he is protective of him

Some days were just harder than others.

It was to be expected after all, a tower full of heroes with pasts that varied from something in the forties to that of a professional killer and everything in between.

So everyone had bad days. Natasha went from borderline scary to full on terrifying. Clints pranks went from mostly harmless to almost deadly as he worked out whatever was on his mind. Steve’s bad days were more manageable, usually holing himself up in his room to draw. Bruce of course… he had a Hulk proof room at the bottom of the Tower where he could go if he started feeling…green.

Honestly, out of everyone, TONY was the one to have the worst bad days. He would lock himself in the lab for days at a time, refuse to eat and basically self destruct until JARVIS got tired of it and called for one of the Avengers (usually Steve) to bodily remove Tony from the lab and force him to face the real world.

So yeah, some days were just hard, and the team dealt with them accordingly. Besides, its not like any one of them was going to hurt any of the other ones.

Or at least, that had never been a concern until Bucky moved in.
It was fine, usually. Sure Bucky was a little cranky, and if Sam Wilson got too close they fought like siblings, and Natasha and Bucky this weird animosity thing going on… but it was fine usually.

And for whatever reason, Tony had taken a special interest in Bucky, bringing him down to the lab to work on his arm for hours at a time. They bonded in the near silence of the lab, Tony only asking questions that had to be asked, Bucky answering as best he could. If anyone noticed that Tony seemed to smile more when Bucky was around, or that Bucky seemed to always be around if Tony was around… well no one said anything.

It was fine…usually.

Until Bucky had a bad day. Because Bucky’s bad days triggered his Winter Soldier, and that was never a good thing.

The first time Bucky was triggered, really triggered, no one really knew what had happened.
Maybe it was Natashas gilb comment about her last mission, maybe it was Clint shooting finger guns at Cap after a snarky quip, maybe Sam finally crossed the line with his teasing. No one knew, but it happened regardless.

To the team’s credit, the moment they realized what was happening, they jumped into defensive mode– definitely not OFFENSIVE, because no one was going to win that fight. They created a perimeter to keep the Soldier in the common area, JARVIS locked down the building as well as he could, and things were tense as Steve tried to talk to the Soldier, hands up peacefully as he stared into pale blue eyes that did not recognize him anymore.

The Soldier had his gun drawn, his left arm up and out defensively, eyes darting around wildly trying to map escape routes and possible hostiles and then—

—then the elevator door opened and Tony walked right into the fray, rubbing at his eyes because god damn it he was tired after a two day marathon in the lab.

“Tony!” Natasha hissed to catch his attention and divert him, but nothing much could divert sleepy Tony from a warm blanket and soft couch, so he just kept right on going.

“Move.” Tony mumbled and shoved at a shocked Steve, who acted without thinking and grabbed Tonys arm to stop him.

Steve was flying backwards and smacking into the wall before he could even blink, and all he and the rest of the team could do was stare at a furious Winter Soldier, who was standing protectively in front of Tony, damn near snarling, his weapon pointed firmly at Steve, who he seemed to think posed the biggest threat.

Tony froze instantly, his eyes wide, but not saying anything, and he barely managed to hide his shock when the Soldier turned right around and picked him up, cradling him close to his chest for the few steps it took to get to the couch.    

He held Tony easily in his left arm, reaching for a blanket with his right and wrapped it around Tony several times before setting him down, a pillow beneath his head.

Then the Soldier sat on the floor with his head leaned back against the Tony-burrito, his gun resting on his thigh, eyes closing enough to look relax, but not enough to fool anyone into thinking that he actually was relaxed.

“I think we should all just…back away.” Clint said quietly and held up a hand to silence Steve when he started to protest. “No really. If the Soldier was going to hurt Tony he would have done it right away instead of swaddling him and giving him a pillow. We need to back away. Slow and easy.”

One by one, some slower than others, the team started backing down, hands up so the Soldier wouldn’t get trigger happy.

Once the room was empty, Tony very calmly asked JARVIS to lock the doors and play some calming music while he slept.

And then he just… slept. Completely safe (if not completely confused) with the Soldier’s head resting against his knees.

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Dog Mom Life- Prank War

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: The Reader and Tom are having a prank war.. let’s just say Tom is in for some trouble.

Warnings: Swearing cause I swear IRL and so does Tom. Cute/ funny

Word Count: 1,500

A/N: I saw Spider-Man Homecoming again tonight :,) Inspired by Tom & Harry’s prank video I saw on Youtube lol.

[Tom’s POV]

“So how’s the prank war going,I heard your wife is in the lead?” The Interviewer asks repositioning himself in the chair.He had a grin on his face waiting for my answer. I knew this question was going to pop up.

“She is… Last week she glues my hand to my script which luckily was just the last page.. as you probably heard she drew a realistic spider on the toilet roll causing me to scream, trip , and fall into our shower…” I admit laughing in embarrassment.

“You actually fell for it even while knowing you’re in a prank war with her?” he laughs shuffling his cards.

“It looked so real! Mate, if you were in my situation and scared of spiders like me you would understand!” The memory of the spider made a shiver run down my spine. My laughter gets cut off by my phone ringing. Apologizing to the staff I answer it holding my phone away from my face. I normally ignore my mom’s calls but it’s my wife and I love her and her beautiful face.

“Hello Darling , how are you?” I smile but internally scared by her angry face in the screen.

Thomas Stanley Holland… YOU SWITCHED MY OREOS FILLING WITH TOOTHPASTE?!” Her voice making me shrink back in my chair. Fuck. She’s hangry, pregnant and hormonal. I knew this prank was risky.

“You’re not getting anything from me this weekend when you come back home, not even the special thing you like eith- please tell me you didn’t answer this in an interview” I laugh out loud as her cheeks turn pink. The sound of the crew and the interviewers laughter makes her eyes widen.

“Yes love, we were just on the subject of the prank war..”

“Well Thomas you’re going to regret messing with my oreos..” Her middle finger is the last thing I see before the line goes off.

Fuck” I groan tilting my head back my eyes widening when I realized I swore,looking over at the camera.

“I’m sorry Sony” but on the inside I’m screaming FUCK ME I’M SCREWED WHEN I GET HOME.

“What am I saying, I’m a Brit and I swear a lot.. They can’t be mad I made my pregnant wife angry” I nervously laugh looking to the side.God this is going to be a long day, I’m so nervous to go back home now.


[Reader’s POV]

“At least you got the video of him falling into the shower, he just knows you have the picture”Zendaya laughs clapping her hands together.

“Today he answered his phone and then I got mad at him cause he messed with my Oreos and then I said he wouldn’t get anything from me and not even the special thing he likes then I realized he was in an interview because of all the Spider-Man backgrounds.. “

“YOU’RE KIDDING ME”  her face drops completely her laughter ending. I wish I was kidding,yet I wasn’t. Now I’m going to become a meme with Tom’s fans I know it. Their memes are floating around the internet as we speak.

“Yes, and he had me on FaceTime while he was in an interview” I groan as I burry my face in my hands. All I heard was Zendaya’s laughter fill the air. Her laughter was a great sound but it sucked hearing it you were still so embarrassed.

“Girl, don’t stress out you’ll harm my future Godbaby out.. That just means you have to get him back so badly he will want a truce” She grins mischievously quirking an eyebrow up. God her eyebrows were threaded by Aphrodite herself.

“Well I did have a plan for him when he get’s home, maybe it will be bad enough for him to end it.” I sigh adjusting the screen of my phone. Zendaya was currently sitting in her hotel room and was bored. The two of you becoming close and picking on Tom was fun for the two of you.

“What do you have planned for him?”

“Well I was going to do something with his hair gel but I love his curls too much to put glue in the gel..”

“Okay well I have an idea since you mentioned glue.. it will be one sticky situation he can’t get away with now listen closely” Reaching over I grab a piece of paper and a pen.

“Ready, Okay let’s get started”




“Darling, I’m home!”

“Hey baby, how was the rest of the day?” I ask chopping up some carrots, the knife going down harder hearing his voice.

“Uh.. darling please be careful with the knife.. you could hurt yourse-” Stabbing the knife into cutting board, Tom flinches from the sound taking a step back. Hormonal,pregnant and a knife.. Not a good combination.

“Alrighty then.. I’m just going to go to the bathroom and probably have a scroll through instagram while you cool down darling..” He backs away out of the kitchen slowly.

“Hold on, I have to pick up something I spilled in the basin” I walk towards the bathroom making sure I had the thing Zendaya told me to get. Once inside I fix up the bathroom getting everything settled.

   Leaving the bathroom with my items I let him in. Tom presses a kiss against my forehead before walking past me. “Tessa , come here love” I call out setting her dish onto the floor. Grabbing the baby book I was reading earlier in the day. I make my way to the couch and sit down setting it aside.  

Opening up my camera I press record waiting for him to realize and finally I hear Tom shout.“GOD DAMMIT, WHAT THE FUCK… SERIOUSLY BABE?!”

Paybacks a bitch isn’t it…


Laughter is pouring out of you as you walk over to the bathroom. Tom being an idiot and not locking it you walk in. He covers himself groaning loudly a grin on your face. “Can we please have a truce.. I give up CAUSE MY ASS IS GLUED TO THE SEAT!”

“So does that mean I’ve won the war?” I ask peeking from behind the camera. A huge grin was plastered on my face. He glares grabbing a strip of toilet paper from the roll.

“I Tom Holland, surrender to the Prank War Queen, now get me the fuck off babe!” He waves the toilet paper strip like a flag. He uses his shirt to cover himself on the camera.

“Okay baby, let me get the nail polish remover” Pressing end on the video I set my phone on the counter.

“God you’re lucky I love you” He looks at you with a loving smile that melts your heart.

“More than yesterday?” I ask tilting my head to the side holding up the bottle of nail polish remover.

“Yes I love your more, more, more than yesterday, now get me off of here… I can feel my unborn child judging me from inside you”  he pleads as you open the cap grabbing cotton balls.

“You better not fuck with my oreos again Thomas Holland..” My voice stern as I rub the soaked cotton ball on the skin connected on the seat.

“I promise not to touch the oreos darling.. I risked the war with fucking up the oreos..” He sighs as you work at separating his skin.

“How much glue did you put on here?”

“I don’t know! Zendaya said to use a lot because you have a “thick ass”  I say throwing up quotation marks.

“My ass isn’t stupid, it’s a nice ass!” he defends crossing his arms over his chest. Rolling your eyes you finish the left side moving to the right.

“I know your ass isn’t stupid babe, it’s an American term.. In terms it means you have a big ass” I laugh getting another cotton ball throwing the other one away.

“I love you darling, even when we do crazy shit like this” You feel his lips press against the back of your head.

  The moment he got free he stood pulling his pants up. Remnants of glue still stuck to his ass and legs making me  laugh. The glare he sent my way silenced me right away. Tom picks up a bag from the dining room table handing it to me. Opening it up was a new package of Oreos calling your name.

“I love you so much, thank you” I pull him by his shirt pressing my lips against his.

“More than yesterday?” he mumbles against your lips. Breaking apart I nod my head up at him cupping his cheek with my free hand.

You loved this man just as much as the Oreos you were holding.

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.

  • 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).
Preference 02: You Realize You Love Him


Jamie Lannister:

Originally posted by littlecheeckysparrow

                        What was that?

You paced the room, waiting for Lady Sansa return to her bed chamber.

 Why was the Kingslayer helping me? Why was he out of the feast? But most importantly… Why was he so charming? No… No… He is a flirt… If anything he’d have me one night and leave me before I’d wake… But it would be a charming night.

“Y/N?” Your Lady called, “Oh Y/N you are flushed!” She grabbed your hands and spun you around, laughing. “Who was it? You must tell me!”

 You sighed, wondering if perhaps you shouldn’t tell her. But you could feel the butterflies flutter in your stomach every time you though about his warm hands on yours.

“C'mon Y/N! Please!” She spoke pleading, dragging you onto her bed, “I’ll do your hair!”

Biting your lip you nodded and she jumped up and down, kneeling behind you to begin but before whispering in your ear, “Hold back no details.”

Joffrey Baratheon:

Originally posted by thousand--suns

                                It took a while to merely get over your fear.

The young King began visiting you daily, forcing you to recover. Forcing you to get to know him and vice-versa. You went from fear to hatred. Hatred of what he did to his people, hatred for what he could do to your sister, but also hatred making you live and not allowing you to meet the Seven. Joffrey could see the hatred in your eyes and did everything he could to soften your feelings up, even became kinder. You had grown to respect and appreciate him, but not yet like him, though there was no more hate. It wasn’t until a while after he confessed to you that you felt something, a slight electric shock when you accepted his feelings.

Jojen Reed:

Originally posted by neogohann

                It wasn’t instantly.. You were scared that they would hurt you… Especially of Bran… Your family, after all, had killed his and stolen his home. If you were him, you would have been killed already. Meera did not trust you, but Jojen tried. While you appricated it, you did not wish for any help. You hated all that your family had done and wished to be beaten and starved. I felt that I needed to be punished, so much that one day I decided to do it myself.

 It was late and cold, they were all asleep, I made sure of that as I made my way out in only my evening gown with it’s thin straps that were barely existent. You had expected the cold to sting but all it did was make this numbing feeling spread throughout your body. It made you sure that what you were about to do easier. Reaching down your shirt, you pulled out a small vial.

Poison. A name-day gift from your brother which he had placed in a vial that could specifically be hidden. He would have been shamed should he see you about to take it yourself. Slowly unscrewing the cap you looked inside to see the black, thick liquid that lied inside. Quick death it promised in a single drop.

Well lets see what a full bottle does then shall we?

“Y/N!” A voice hollered barely audible to your ear, only realizing you had not dreamed it when the bottle was ripped from your hands. Looking for the figure, you knew instantly who it was. Brann… But then who hollered?

“Bran give me the bottle back.” The boy shook his head and you shook your head in defeat and ran off. That was when you heard the voice again “Y/N…” Who the hell is- You stopped your thoughts as someone caught you. Green eyes stared into yours concerned.

“Y/N… Never ever do that again…” Before you could respond, the boy wrapped his arms around you and you felt something you had not in a very long time….

You felt at home.

Jon Snow:

Originally posted by kitsn0w

Your feelings for the bastard of Winterfell did not take time to develop.

The moment you had laid eyes on him you had a crush but the more you spent time getting to know the boy, the stronger your feelings grew, and boy did you spend time together. It took less than a fortnight after your injury for you two to form a bond that allowed you to communicate without speaking. You two read together, went on rides, and he even taught you how to use a needle of your own once. You would deny it to yourself often your true feelings but only once he was gone did you admit it truly to yourself.

 I, Lady Y/N Greyjoy, Ward of House Stark, Iron Bourne daughter,  have fallen for Jon Snow, Lord and Bastard of Winterfell, now brother of the Watchers. And it is all too late.

Robb Stark:

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

It was late, you were restless, done with your mother and twin’s constant abuse and you had decided to write everything down instead of bugging your father or siblings for once, which you knew made it worse for you by the morn.

 Who else to write to but your dear friend in the North?

 Naturally, you weren’t going to send it, of course, but writing was your passion and it would be the only way for you to fall asleep, you knew. So you began:

My Dearest Lord of the North, I am in deep despair and wishing nothing more than to run and hide away from the South which is colder than the North. My mother has an locked mindset to torment me non-stop leaving me in a state of depression and panic. My brother, who I know despises mother has mimicked her action and she has prevented me from seeing my darling Tommen and Myrcella. I haven’t left my room in two days. I cannot sleep or think. I just want out Lord Robb. I just want to escape the heat and hurt and see the beauty of the North again. The beauty that you showed me. Yours, Y/N.

You had barely been capable to sign your name before your head hit the desk and your quill hit the floor.

Bittersweetly for you, Lord Eddard had been passing your room when he heard the noise and ran into your room to assure you were alright. Seeing your quill, he moved quietly to place it back on your desk when he saw the letter addressed to his son and smirked before almost instantly sending it off to his son.

 When you had woken up, you believed that you had simply burned the letter and were surprised by a Raven pecking at your window. A Raven bearing a thick letter bearing the Stark seal. A heat filled not only your cheeks but your whole body as you kissed the Raven’s forehead before sending it back to it’s master.

Tommen Baratheon:

Originally posted by melodymaysecret

You watched in horror as your father about to be killed. You could feel your lungs compacting, standing between Sansa and Cersei and your sister looked at you concerned while the queen held your arm tightly so you couldn’t leave.

How can Sansa be so blind? Does she not know what Joffrey will do?

 "But they have the soft hearts of women.“ Oh no… You began tugging and pleading on the Queen’s grip, causing Joffrey to take a pause in his speech. “But so long-” He looked at you and you didn’t look back, finally free of the grip the queen had on you, you ran, the noise of screams and your heart throbbing in your head the only thing you could hear.

 Tears welled in your eyes as you ran to the highest point of the castle and looked out at the world.

  How can people be so cruel? How could they do this to my father? How-

You were so young… But that didn’t mean that you weren’t wise.

 Joffrey will have your head now. There is only one thing left to do.

Running to your room you locked the doors and frantically wrote letters. Letters of regret and of apologies and thanks. One to Caetlyn, One to Robb, One to Brann and Rick, One to Sansa, One to Myrcella and the Queen, and finally One to Tommen and One to Jon. Sending them off you only wrote one more. To your father. The man who had cared for you and met such an unjust end. This one you let sail through the wind. Then you grabbed your dagger, a final gift from Jon before he left to the wall and with shaking hands made a single slit to your wrist, feeling yourself sob, the red falling to your white sheets relaxing in an odd way. Then you did another. And another. And another…. And yet all that had happened was that it made you dizzy and your hearing static. There was only one thing left to do. Though your whole body feeling heavy and the sight of your arm making you sick you forced yourself to sit up. Holding the dagger with both your hands, you raised it so to plunge it into your stomach, though it barely got an inch in as someone pulled it out. Angerly, you rose from your bed in attempts to attack the person who stole your death from you, only to collaps in their arms.

You awoke to sobbing, to yelling.

“Y/N!” The voice you recognized as the youngest Baratheon spoke relieved, “Mother… Please… Now leave me be.”

  Though not understanding, you attempted to sit up until the Prince pushed you gently back down grabbing you hand and stroking the back of your hand with his thumb, bringing it slowly to his lips and kissing the knuckles.

“You are a miracle Y/N. Truly.”

 And with those words, your mind set on the boy flipped to something you never thought it could. Love.

Tyrion Lannister:

Originally posted by blindmidnightsoul

                        You watched him… Not in a creepy way… But truly, you admired him in so many ways.

His wits. His standards. His acts of charity. His laugh. The more time you spent with him the deeper the admiration grew until you woke up one morning and it hit you out of blue with such strong force you threw up.

“ I am in love with Lord Tyrion…. And I’m a maid!”

Bran Stark:

Originally posted by s-t-u-p-i-d-boy

Your guard shift had ended and Osha taped your shoulders and urged you to take your rest. Though not desiring such you took your spot on a tree besides Bran and Meera. Unlike Osha, you had some trust in your new companions, seeing the look in Jojen’s eyes of wanting to help Bran and being willing to do anything for him. Something you had as well.  The two of you were as close as you could possibly be: You growing up as a ward of House Stark and formed an immediate bond when he first met you at the top of a tree. From there you two were thick as thieves. Maids gossiped that you two would be wed anytime soon but you dismissed this. Your family was not as wealthy as the Starks. There is no way that Lord and Lady Stark would allow one of his three sons to be married to you. Were was the honor in that? He should marry a Princess. Gain more bonds for his families name. You were nothing.

Still you were his friend… Or at least, he was yours.

You would do anything for him. Die a million times over. Never had you cared for someone so. But the more you thought of it, I knew it was impossible. Like you said, the poor cannot befriend the rich.

You decided use the bathroom before you joined you Lord and walked slowly through the beautiful wood, caring not how slow you journeyed, enjoying the peace.

That was until someone pushed you against a tree, causing your head to slam roughly against the bark.

Whining, you felt yourself fall down as your captures began searching you, probably assuming you were a rich lady because of the silk you were wearing but in actuality, it was a dress Lady Catelyn made you for your last nameday.Everytime you were about to regain consciousness, your head was slammed.

Eventually, you fell to the floor of the forest as they began to tear your beautiful dress, hearing your name screamed out before you blacked out.

The first thing you felt were wet drops hitting your forehead and you opened your eyes to meet his and he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“I though I lost you..” He cried into your cloak. “I can’t loose you too… I can’t Y/N. Never again.”

As you squeezed him back you couldn’t help but tear up too and your chest felt fluttered.

Maybe your feelings were a little more than platonic… Maybe…..

Theon Greyjoy:

Originally posted by combbefferre

Tears flooded in my eyes as I paced my locked room, embracing my fate. He was going to kill me, surly. Even so I couldn’t believe what was going on.

The Red Wedding happened so fast, it was hard to believe that everything was going on so quickly. But before that, Theon Greyjoy, the man you were supposed to marry invaded your home and killed your brothers. Now your twin and mother were slaughtered, you being spared by the Bolten’s for whatever reason.

Now you sat at Lord Bolten’s own table as he announced your fate.

“Have you been doing alright, m’lady?” He questioned, bringing his wine cup to his lip.

You nodded, pretending to drink from your cup as well, “I am doing alright, Lord Bolten. I cannot thank you enough for your hospitality. Though I am curious..”

“About why you are alive?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows and you nodded sadly, looking down, “You are unmarried, and I have just legitimized my last living child. A marriage bond between House Stark and House Bolten would be strong, allowing a Stark to be in Winterfell and give justification to the Bolten’s living here. Within weeks end I want you to be wed and consummated. You will go ride out with him now. He should be waiting for you in the stables.” He stood up and walked towards the door, not allowing you to say a thank you before the door was slammed and a servant pushed you down towards the stables.

Little did you expect who was there.


His back was turned to you, but you could recognize his hair anywhere. He was slouched and almost didn’t turn around till he heard the fear in your voice and before he could even open his mouth.

For the first time in forever you cried and he whispered in your ear something that made your heart sick.

“Theon is dead, my lady. Reek.”

And he dropped you, pushing you into this unknown man’s arms and walked away, your heart wanting to be in his arms once more.

anonymous asked:

I keep seeing this hilarious photo set of 'Hot Frat Boy Geno'. Could I prompt for some high school or college S/G with the location 'back of the library'? Love love love all your writings. Thank you!

this one? 


There’s one table with two chairs tucked into the back corner of the library.

Sid is the only one that ever sits there.

It’s far from the entrance and there isn’t a place to charge your phone or laptop.

He thinks it’s perfect. It’s quiet and secluded and he gets more work done there then he could ever get done in his dorm room.

He’s proofreading his paper on propaganda during World War II when someone clears their throat.

Sid rolls his eyes and looks up.

The guy is tall and lanky in a black sweatshirt and ripped jeans. There’s a backwards baseball cap on his head and he’s clutching a stack of bright gold papers in his hand.

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The Savior - Chapter 4

Summary: Negan & the OC (reader) share a teasing moment together before Negan’s attention is brought forth again to the OC’s abusive family. 

Characters: Negan, Reader (OC), Simon

Warnings: Swearing, Talk of Abuse, Heavy Touching, Dirty Talk, Beginning Stages of Oral 

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11995341/chapters/27820368

Previous Chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Notes: I have the next chapter of this already written, but I wanted to split it up so that way it wasn’t too much to read! Thanks for being patient with me! 

Originally posted by orotundmutt

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At My Brother's Baseball Game

Growing up in a rural community in Pennsylvania, there wasn’t much for kids to do.  However, my parents did make certain that my brother and I were active in our church group, the boy scouts, and the local baseball league.  Anyway, since my brother and I were different ages, we never played on the same baseball team, but we did attend each others games. Despite playing well, I never really enjoyed baseball so when I would attend my brother’s games, I would find myself wondering off to explore other areas of the community parks.  I was probably 13 years-old, and it was a different time back then- parents never thought twice about letting their kids roam freely.  Times have certainly changed.

Anyway, this one evening I walked all over the woods surrounding the baseball field and beyond until I arrived at a clearing with a small structure built of cinder blocks on a concrete platform. It was a little hut of public restrooms right along the woods.  I was surprised seeing it there because there were no picnic tables or anything else that would warrant having a restroom out in the middle of no where, but here it was. From an earl age, I knew I was attracted to guys, and I always tried to sneak away from my parents when we were shopping at the mall or a department store to visit a public restroom- I enjoyed the smell of them, and I often would walk right up to a urinal and just inhale the scent of those white crystal urinal cakes.  I also liked seeing other boys and men pull out their dicks and pee at the urinals.

I felt flush all over as I pushed the metal door open and discovered two toilet stalls, three urinals along the wall and two sinks.  There were cigarette buts on the floor, drawings and comments on the walls of the stalls, and a circular hole in the stall wall just above the toilet paper dispenser.  It was so weird because you could look into the next stall and see everything. Excited and hot, I sat down on the toilet in the first stall to read all the dirty comments written on the wall and door.  

I must have been reading the comments on the wall for about five minutes when the door to the restroom slammed open and in walked a man. Instinctively I locked the stall door, gasped and held my breath.  My heart was pounding so fast, it was ringing in my ears, and I was afraid that the guy who came in could hear it too.  The guy entered the stall next to me and he began to pee.  I remember thinking at the time how odd that was- there were three urinals along the wall, why did he go in there? The guy peed for a very long time and then he stopped.  I couldn’t help myself, I had to look through that hole in the wall.  What was he doing?  

He was still standing, tugging on his dick, and it was getting huge. He did this for a few minutes, and then he turned and faced the hole, and he slowly began to put his dick through it.  My ears were seriously ringing, I was getting dizzy, my heart was pounding, and I was really flush and hot. Finally, after his dick was completely through the hole, he made it bounce up and down.  It was so massive and there was a drop of white translucent liquid coming out of the slit of his dick head.  In a soft and reassuring voice he told me to lick his dick and suck on it.  I knew I shouldn’t do it, but I quickly obeyed.  

His dick throbbed in my hands and mouth, and I was really enjoying myself.  After a few minutes of this, he pounded his body up against the stall wall, and his dick erupted into a fountain of white thick lava.  I tried my best to suck all the white stuff down, and I remember swallowing multiple times, like one would when using a straw, to drink a milkshake. Soon it was all done, and he pulled his dick out of the hole, picked up his John Deere green baseball cap that fell to the floor, whispered a thank you kid, and sprinted out the door.  Within seconds, I was left alone sitting on the toilet still licking up his cum.  I wiped my mouth on the sleeve of my shirt and then I too exited quickly.  It was getting dark and I had to get back to my brother’s baseball game.

This was my first sexual experience with another person, and my first experience in a public restroom. I later learned that the owner of that John Deere baseball cap belonged to our neighbor. He was married with two kids of his own and they were the same ages as my brother and me. Needless to say, I fooled around sexually with both his kids, but unfortunately, I never hooked up with him again. To this day, I don’t even know if my neighbor even knew it was me sucking him off in the restroom.

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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Saving Her (B.Barnes)

Saving Her

Bucky Barnes

Warnings: swearing, violence, protective!Bucky

The thick smoke curls under your nose, flowing into your senses before you can turn away. Ashy air flows into your lungs, your neck craning against the wall as you thrash away from the stench. With your hands pinned above your head, your body is stretched out in front of the stranger. Steel plated boots stand on your feet, pinning them to the ground so you wouldn’t be able to fight against him.

“Such a pretty girl, a shame that I’m going to have to kill you.” The Russian officer chuckles, placing his knife at the base of your throat, lightly pressing into the delicate skin. Narrowing your eyes, you shift against his hand on your wrists, earning a harsh press of the knife into your neck. A few drops of blood drip down your skin, pooling on your breasts that remain exposed from the dip of your low cut top.

He smiles down at you, his crooked and yellowing teeth in your face. “It’s nothing personal, love. Honestly you’re not even my target but at this point you know too much to not be considered dangerous. Just think, had you not fallen in love, you would be safe and sound - not mere moments from death.”

You observe the man, remembering every detail of his face. The slight slope of his nose is crooked in the middle, shifting it to lean towards the left side of his face. A long scar follows his jawline, his thick stubble hiding it only partly. His hairs clean cut and swept from his face, hidden under a military cap that has seen it’s fair share of damage.

Your mouth stays pressed shut, knowing if you speak he will only get angrier with your lack of information. You knew almost everything to do with the topic he was asking about but you’d never admit that to your attacker, you wouldn’t even mumble a single word to him just yet, waiting for the right time.

“Maybe I should take you home, lock you up and keep you for myself, huh? Tell my boss that you’re dead, tell him I sliced this pretty neck in half. That’d make both of us very happy, right? I’d get you to myself and you’d get to live. Fair trade.” The man mewls, his lips gracing across your ear as he tells you his plan in explicit detail. You hold back the need to vomit as he speaks, your eyes darting around the seemingly empty room for any sort of material you could wield as a weapon.

The man continues to drawl out his words, sliding the knife across your neck slowly - light enough not to draw blood but enough to remind you that it is indeed there. He pushes the knife up your cheek, pushing your hair back with the blunt edge of it. His hot breath falls on your temple, his eyes hooded with lust as he looks down at you.

Sliding your foot out from under his, you jut your knee up into his groin. He chokes and steps back, anger flashing through his already dark eyes. You try to run, moving as fast as you can before a hand encases your hair and pulls you back. You trip and land on the ground before receiving a harsh kick to the stomach. A yelp escapes your lips, your hands gripping the mans boot before you twist his ankle backwards. 

The strange man growls and pulls you up by your hair, pinning you to the wall with enough force to make your head slam against the thick surface. Blinking away the pain, you don’t have enough time to brace yourself for the fist that is centimeters from your face. After a few hits and many slaps, you spit blood from your mouth and cough, slumping in the mans hold.

The guy smiles again at you, brushing his lips against your cheek. “You’re going to die.” You grunt, pulling away from his horrid breath. 

He chuckles at you, pressing his knife to your cheek to make you look at him. “Oh, and who’s going to kill me? Most definitely not you, you’re nothing but an average girl, not stronger than a little child.” His accent purrs sexist words in your face, your teeth grinding against one another.

“I won’t kill you, but he might.” You answer slyly, spitting more blood from your mouth. The man pulls away from you, raising an eyebrow before following your gaze to the other end of the room, his knife pressed snugly against your jugular.

His eyes meet an extremely pissed off James Barnes. 

Bucky bounds the steps quickly, his fists clench as a snarl forms on his lips. One glance at you has his heart racing faster than he ever though was possible, his mind clouding with the need to kill the man who dared to lay a finger on the only thing he has ever loved more than his own life.

The man visibly gulps, his grip on you tightening before he pulls you to stand in front of him, his knife pressed against you, digging into your skin enough to draw blood.

“One more move and I’ll slit her throat.” The man barks, expecting Bucky to listen to his orders. “Stay where you are or she’s going to die, do you understand me?

Bucky shakes his head, pulling out a gun before pointing it at the mans head. “What, are you going to kill her and try to beat me with a knife? If you so much as touch her for a second longer I’ll blow your brains against the fucking wall. I will kill you in the most painful way possible, so I’m warning you now - back away from her, now.”

Your attacker shakes his head, holding you more in front of him. “I’ll let her go if you surrender yourself.” The man bargains, your eyes widening when you see Bucky seriously contemplating the trade off. 

You struggle against the man, shaking your head relentlessly. “No, Bucky, don’t go with him! Please!” You beg, fighting more as the arms around you start to tighten. Bucky cocks the gun in his hand, his eyes showing his discomfort with the fact your in extreme danger.

Bucky had always warned you about the dangers of becoming involved with him, he pleaded you to stay away from him and he didn’t think he would be strong enough to stay away from you. He needed you to be safe and in your opinion, you were safest in his arms - but, in his, you were safest thousands of miles away from him with the memory of him fading every day. 

When he had finally given in to the relationship, he made your safety his top priority. You were always on his mind, there was never a time when he wasn’t fussing over locking all the doors and windows, scoping out the neighborhood or interrogating the neighbors. You thought he was going overboard but he knew deep in his heart that something bad would happen to you - he just wanted to prolong that for as long as he possibly could.

And now, here you were with a knife to your throat and blood dripping down your neck. Bucky cursed himself for leaving you home alone when he went out grocery shopping, he tried to get you to go but you had refused, claiming you wanted to finish watching your show. He had woken up feeling as if something bad was going to happen today, he wished he had listened to it like he usually did instead of push it away to focus on how beautiful you looked with your hair strewn about the pillow.

“Drop the gun, soldier!” The man yells in your ear, your eyes squinting shut at the sheer volume. Wiggling your neck a few inches from the man, you steps sideways which in turn resulted in him losing his footing momentarily. You took the opportunity to slip from his grasp and run into Bucky’s chest.

Your boyfriends human arm wound around your waist, pushing you behind him to shield you from anymore harm. The Russian man pulls a gun from his belt, clicking the safety off before aiming at Bucky, his finger sliding along the cool metal of the trigger.

Bucky shoot down at the mans ankle, the bullet snapping into the bone before he jumps on top of the injured man, his fists piling into the intruders face. Bucky’s metal arm whirs as he lifts it and delivers blow after blow, his face red with anger. 

Shielding your eyes, you cup the decent sized cut on your neck to help stop the bleeding. Before you know it, Bucky has ceased all movement, standing from the near dead man below you. Walking swiftly over to you, Bucky holds your cheeks in his hands as he surveys the damage.

You place your hands on his chest, looking up at him. His eyes are clouded over with thick tears that threaten to spill, his head shaking at the sight of your bruised and bloodied face. “I am so sorry.” He chokes out before collapsing into your arms.

“Bucky, this is not your fault. None of this is your fault. HYDRA is the only thing to blame here, not you. I wasn’t that mans target, he didn’t even know I was a person until he saw me on the couch and just assumed I knew something about you. Stop blaming yourself, I’m okay. I love you.” You coo, brushing his hair from his face.

His metal fingers run along the cut on your neck, cooling the burning skin. “I love you so much, I’m never going to not love you. I just..I need to be more careful with you. I can’t put you in danger anymore, I don’t know how I didn’t rip that guys head off the second I walked in here. I’m so sorry.”

His tears pool around your shoulder, soaking the shirt you have on. “Let’s call Steve, see how to get that guy out of our apartment and then, we will cuddle for the rest of the day, okay?” You suggest, nudging his nose with your own.

He nods, blinking away leftover tears. You smile, pressing your lips to his slightly chapped ones, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his hands grip your cheeks. 

With that one kiss, Bucky knew he could never leave you. He loved you too much to leave you, so he decided that the next best thing for your safety would be for him to protect you tooth and nail, for the rest of his life.

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…..

Whoa (Peter Parker X Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You are a teen girl with powers living at the Avengers base. Cap and Tony decide that its time for their two little proteges to train against each other.

Requested: nope

Warnings: language

Word Count: 744

Tagged List: @parkersenses


“Y/N we’re back!” Tony shouts from the bottom floor of the new Avengers base. The team had been gone for 2 weeks trying to track down some alien tech that our radars picked up in Spain. I run down two flights of stairs and slide in front of Steve, Scott, Wanda, Bucky, Vision, and Nat. “How was the mission? Did you guys get the weapon? Was it where you guys thought it would be? How was th-” “The mission was great, kid. Now breathe before you pass out.” Steve chuckles, cutting off my rambling.“We’ll tell you the whole story after we all get a chance to clean up okay? Until then, go out to the field and start warming up. I’ll meet you out there in a little bit. Someone is gonna come train with us and I want you two to meet.” Steve said as he scaled the staircase to his room. Everyone else dispersed to go to their separate living quarters. I grinned and went to change into training clothes. This was gonna be fun.

Twenty minutes later, Steve and I were standing in the field watching Tonys car pull up the long drive and stop right in front of the two of you. The back door opened and a (very handsome) brown haired teenager climbed out. “Who am I training with again, Mr Stark?” The boy asked. “You’ll see. Good luck, Parker” Tony says with a chuckle, closing the door behind the boy. “Peter, over here.” Steve says walking over to the boy and shaking his hand. “Captain Rogers Hi.” The boy, Peter says with admiration plain as day in his brown eyes. “This is Y/N your new training buddy.” Steve explains, gesturing in my direction. “Hi Peter.” You say admiring the handsome boy. “Alright you two, let’s get started. Y/N go easy on him.” Steve says, walking us to the middle of the field. “Her? Go easy on me?” Peter says looking me up and down analyzing me like he was trying to figure out what I was capable of. He quickly pulled on a red and blue outfit that you immediately recognized. Spiderman huh? We walked out until we stood about 50 feet from each other with Steve standing to the side to observe. “Ready?” Steve shouts. You and Peter both nod.  “Y/N can you please give him something to swing on? It’s a bit flat out here and that gives you an advantage.” Steve says. “Sure, Cap.” You nod, raise your hands, and concentrate. I feel a rumble underneath your feet and I smile. Suddenly multiple 6 to 10 foot boulders rise out of the ground. The eyes on Peters mask widen like saucers.  I think I might have heard him whisper shit under his breath.  “Start.” Cap says. I concentrate and suddenly there are thick roots shooting out of the ground towards Peter. He quickly reacts jumping from root to root as they rise into the sky. I grin and suddenly drop the roots. Their dead weight free falls back to earth slamming into the ground. Peter jumps just before the impact and lands on one of the boulders. “Whoa!” He shouts. I flick my wrist and suddenly the boulder is flying with Peter as a passenger. He doesn’t jump fast enough and the boulder lands on top of him. I gasp and run over to the boulder to check on him. “Oh my god are you okay?” I ask, easily flicking the boulder off of him and pulling his mask off. Steve comes over to check on us. “You okay kid?” He asks pulling him to his feet. “That depends… Is the earth supposed to be rocking?” He asks, wobbling side to side. “That would be a no.” I say, grabbing his arm to steady him. “I think we should call it quits for today. Peter you might have a concussion.” Steve says grabbing his other arm. We start walking him towards the base. Peter turns to look at me with a dopey grin “Your powers are so cool. I mean- just- Whoa. Could I maybe have your number? If that’s okay with you? I don’t want to assume anyth-” I press my finger to his lips, silencing him. “First let’s get your head checked out. Then we’ll see about getting you those digits, Petey.” I say with grin. “Teenagers.” Cap chuckles, shaking his head, and dragging us along behind him.