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[Revised 2/17] Books for Witches, Diviners and Spellcasters

Hi, everyone. A while back (a long time ago, actually), I started an annotated bibliography on books about witchcraft and magick, and I’ve updated it once (last November). 

Since then, I’d been keeping a list of things I need to add to it, but didn’t get around to actually reworking and updating the list a second time until today. Largely because I can’t really go outside much today because of the smog. But anyways, here it is. I’ve also included divination-related books in this version, whereas previously they were separate.

I hope you find something on here that suits your fancy! Happy reading! Also, yes, I do want to do more book reviews on this blog, so if you’d like a longer review of one of the books listed below, let me know and I can write one.

For Absolute Beginners

Encyclopedia of Witchcraft, by Judika Illes. Even better than the Weiser Field Guide to Witches - this book is huge and chock-full of information. It’ll explain in easy-to-understand language how the concept has developed throughout time, why witches do what they do, and different types of witches.

The Weiser Field Guide to Witches, by Judika Illes. This gives an excellent look at the historical lore concerning witches, from the perspective of a witch herself. It’s kind of tongue-in-cheek, but it does have some information that won’t be found elsewhere.

The Modern Guide to Witchcraft, by Skye Alexander. Great book for those who’re really absolute beginners and are wondering what witchcraft is all about. Skye takes a very postmodern, utilitarian, and unfailingly honest approach, and it’s geared towards those of almost any belief system.

Grimoire for the Apprentice Wizard, by Oberon Zell-Ravenheart. Attractively packaged and readible for almost all ages, this is a great (mostly) non-denominational look at the foundations of magical practice. It’s extremely detailed. Some of it only applies to Zell’s own tradition, but it’s quite useful, anyways.

Basic Techniques

Protection and Reversal Magick, by Jason Miller. This gets a little woo-woo at times, but he gives good advice on how to avoid serious problems that can come up as you begin to practice. Take with a grain of salt, though - some of this has the potential to make you feel paranoid.

City Magick, by Christopher Penczak. If you’re at all interested in tech witchery, or just want to practice magick within an urban setting, do check this out. It is by far the best look at the subject I’ve seen, and his discussion of urban tutelary spirits is worth the price alone.

Power Spellcraft for Life, by Arin Murphy-Hiscock. Nicely done, quite secular book providing basic beginner information regarding writing original spells and workings. It does fall prey to the trap of just listing correspondences with little information at times, but also contains a great deal of detail about ritual timing, raising power, and other topics essential for the beginner.

Sorcerer’s Secrets, by Jason Miller. This is a decent volume that describes a lot of techniques you don’t usually see in books, such as gesture and gaze-based magick. Be warned that Miller writes extensively about manipulative techniques, but it’s useful theory regardless of how you put it into practice.

Witch’s Bag of Tricks, by Melanie Marquis. This is not recommended for beginners, because the whole point of this book is to help existing practitioners refine and improve their already-established techniques. It’s got some novel ideas in it, and I like the author’s approach to symbolism in spellcasting.

Direct Magick (Energy Work)

The Un-Spell Book, by Mya Om. This non-denominational guide to working with magical forces is filled with useful exercises that go beyond the author’s previous work. I recommend reading this after reading Energy Essentials.

Instant Magick, by Christopher Penczak. Excellent beginner’s guide for those who don’t have access to a lot of fancy tools or prefer to work without them. This book won’t instantly teach you magick, but it will help even a seasoned practitioner find quicker, less-complicated ways of achieving results.

Energy Essentials for Witches and Spellcasters, by Mya Om. Though I balk at the use of the term “energy” to describe magical forces, this book is worth a look. It’s a bit like a workbook, with various exercises. Expect a lot of pseudoscience, though, and there are many religious references, but the techniques are solid.

Hedgewitchery and Astral Travel

Ecstatic Witchcraft, by Gede Parma. This is actually probably my favorite book on this subject, even though hedgeriding is only a part of what the book discusses. The only bad thing I can really say about this book is that it’s really not recommended for beginners, and it’s helpful to have the basics of visualization already mastered (for example) before doing the exercises Parma recommends.

By Land, Sky and Sea, by Gede Parma. This book goes into even greater details regarding different ways of conceptualizing the cosmology of hedgeriding, and I find it a very refreshing book that appreciatively draws from a number of different perspectives while grounding itself, so to speak, with the overarching metaphor of land, sky, and sea as the three worlds.

The Temple of Shamanic Witchcraft, by Christopher Penczak. Penczak is usually a pretty mixed bag, and this book is no exception. It gives a lot of good practical information and a very in-depth exploration of the three worlds (a useful concept), but it’s primarily framed by Wicca, so it might not resonate with those of other faiths and particularly those who aren’t pagan at all.

Ascension Magick, by Christopher Penczak. There’s a chapter or two in this that address alternate ways of conceptualizing the architecture of reality, and it’s pretty helpful for a hedgerider. Beyond that, this book is mostly about ceremonial magick, but it’s a (mostly) good book. Certain parts (such as the bit about UFOs) are a little off, in my opinion.

The Shamanic Witch, by Gail Wood. This book is really best suited for someone who practices Wicca and, besides the background info and cosmological descriptions, is really only useful in the context of that tradition. If you’re Wiccan or willing to pick around a lot of Wiccan-talk, though, this is a good foundation.

Witches, Werewolves and Fairies, by Claude Lecouteux. It can be hard to find scholarly works on these phenomena that are affordable, but here’s one I personally enjoyed. It details many accounts of journeying experienced by both pagans and Christians in earlier times, and gives a good description of the concept of the astral double, the architecture of the soul, and other topics throughout history.

Betwixt and Between, by Storm Faerywolf. This book is mostly a guide to the Feri tradition of witchcraft, but while I myself don’t practice that, those who do seem to know a lot about hedgeriding! The book has several chapters on the subject and is highly recommended for this reason.

The Psychic Energy Codex, by Michelle Belanger. A lot of people have strong opinions about this author, but this is book actually provides a lot of good information about so-called “energy work” which can be a step in the right direction for those wanting to ride the hedge.

Psychic Dreamwalking, by Michelle Belanger. In this book, Belanger discusses, essentially, how to use your non-waking life as a vehicle to for journeying, and while I myself don’t usually dreamwalk, much of what she says applies to hedgeriding in other states, too.

Hedge Riding and Hedge Witchcraft, by Harmonia Saille. I only mention these two in order to say that they’re best avoided. Saille tries to give a comprehensive look at the phenomenon, but it’s poorly-written and overly New Age. The negative reviews of them on Amazon really cover the problems with these book in more detail than I ever could.

Magical Writing, Words, and Symbols

Dictionary of Ancient Magic Words and Spells, by Claude Lecouteux. Mostly a historical text, this book isn’t exactly practical or terribly useful. It is, nevertheless, incredibly interesting. It’s a bit difficult to navigate, but worth a glance.

Composing Magick, by Elizabeth Barrette. A very general, but well-done, look at writing in a magical context. Some of the ritual templates are slightly specific to religious witchcraft traditions, but most information is widely applicable.

Crafting Magick with Pen and Ink, by Susan Pesnecker. Focuses both on the physical act of writing as a magical act, and the mental state associated with it. Highly recommended

The Modern Witchcraft Grimoire, by Skye Alexander. This book is for those who want to create their own grimoire. It gives fairly good advice for doing so, as well as providing hints and tricks for spellcasting and useful correspondences.

General Concepts

Planetary Magick, by Melita Denning and Osborne Phillips. If you want to work with the planets at all, particularly in a highly ritualized context, I recommend this book. It’s large, comprehensive and gives a good foundation beyond what you find in general astrology books.

Practical Planetary Magick, by Sorita d’Este and David Rankine. Shorter than I would have liked, but a useful reference to have on your shelf, with excellent tables and appendices in the back. The meditations are also quite useful.

Practical Elemental Magick, by Sorita d’Este and David Rankine. Should be read alongside the other book by this pair. Comprehensive guide to working with the elements in a ritualized fashion. Not as accessible to newbies as Lipp’s book, but good for seasoned practitioners.

The Way of Four, by Deborah Lipp. Though mostly geared towards Wiccans, I found this author’s in-depth treatment of the four elements highly fascinating. I will note that it’s probably best to get the print version of this book, as it contains exercises and quizzes.

Ingredients and Correspondences

The Herbal Alchemist’s Handbook, by Karen Harrison. I cannot praise this book enough for its concise and well-formulated approach to astrology, herbs, and magick as a whole.

The Weiser Concise Guide to Herbal Magick, by Judith Hawkins-Tillirson. This is excellent for anyone who’s interested in any kind of magick. Yes, the focus is generally herbs, but there’s a lot to be learned here about Kabbalah and other correspondence systems, as well.

Mixing Essential Oils for Magic, by Sandra Kynes. Fills a very difficult gap in published knowledge regarding the use of essential oils by discussing, in great detail, how scents interact with each other and how to create a formula that’s not only palatable, but evocative.

Dunwich’s Guide to Gemstone Sorcery, by Gerina Dunwich. Given the New Age fascination with all things shiny, it was quite a chore to sort through the myriad crystal books to find something with good information. While far from perfect and not exactly devoid of fluff, this book does give a level of detail about the lore surrounding gemstones not seen in many other texts.

Real Alchemy, by Robert Allen Bartlett. Excellent book, lots of history and detail. There’s a strong focus on tradition within the text, yet the author is quite accommodating of his audience and describes alternate methods that work better in a modern context.

Spagyrics, by Manfred M. Junius. With a highly-developed academic tone and attention to detail, this book is a meaty look at traditional alchemy. I recommend this more for intermediate practitioners due to the sheer density of information.


The Goodly Spellbook, by Dixie Deerman and Steve Rasmussen. The title sounds horribly fluffy, but this is a hidden gem. It explains obscure concepts like alternative alphabets and potential uses of musical notes, as well as plant lore and other bits and pieces. Definitely worth checking out. It’s way more than just “a book of spells.”

Encyclopedia of 5,000 Spells, by Judika Illes. The title sounds trite to some, but it delivers. This book has spells from almost every culture and spiritual philosophy, as well as a very detailed formulary. I read it when I’m bored sometimes, too, just because I always learn some tidbit from it.

Book of Spells, by Nicola Pulford. In most editions, this book is absolutely gorgeous and describes spellcasting traditions from a variety of perspectives and traditions. Recommended for those who already understand the basics, as this book jumps straight into spellcasting and gives only a small amount of information about how things work.

Ceremonial Magick

Modern Magick, by Donald Michael Kraig. I received this as a gift several years ago. It is essentially a workbook meant to be completed slowly, step by step, and while the format will not appeal to everyone, it’s a good easy-to-read introduction to ceremonial magick.

Familiar Spirits, by Donald Tyson. Though geared towards ceremonialists, any practitioner can likely learn a thing or two from Tyson’s interesting stroll through the whys and wherefores of spirit work and thoughtform creation. This is by far the best book I’ve seen on the topic of familiar spirits.

Secrets of High Magick, by Francis Melville. The most recent edition of this (the one I own) is lavishly-illustrated and full of rudimentary, yet useful information. He stresses the basics of ceremonial practice, and his writing style is very accessible. Highly recommended for absolute beginners.

My Life With The Spirits, by Lon Milo DuQuette. This is a memoir of a ceremonial magician, but it gives a good look at the magickal mindset in a highly developed form from someone who’s experienced quite a lot. I have major issues with DuQuette’s approach to Qabalah, but his memoirs are worth a read.

Chaos Magick

Liber Null and Psychonaut, by Peter Carroll. Classic book of chaos magick. I consider it required reading for almost anyone interested in the occult. Even if you have no love for chaos magick, do give it a read, just to understand how influential Carroll is, and why.

Hands-On Chaos Magic, by Andrieh Vitimus. Knowing some of the people involved in the creation of this book, I’m a bit biased towards it. That said, even if I didn’t know them, I would still recommend it. It’s especially interesting to read alongside Liber Null and Psychonautin order to see how the chaos “current” has developed over the years.

Pop Culture Magic 2.0 by Taylor Ellwood. There aren’t a lot of books on using pop culture symbolism in magick, but this one is nearly perfect. The author writes in a highly erudite, literate fashion, while still being accessible to newbies. Many useful resources cited, as well, so prepare to branch off a bit while reading it.


Triumph of the Moon, by Ronald Hutton. An inside no-holds-barred look at the history of Wicca and Modern paganism. Highly recommended. This is sort of the book that fluffbunnies don’t want you to read.

Book of Lies: The Disinformation Guide to Magick and the Occult, by Richard Metzger. Lots of facts and history of magick in the context of Postmodernity. This is different from the Crowley text of the same name, which I wouldn’t recommend unless you want to focus on his tradition.

The Place of Enchantment, by Alex Owen. This is a purely historical text that documents the occult revival within the context of Modernity. I remember it being very good, but please realize I haven’t really picked it up much since graduating, and it might just have served my mindset at the time.


The Book of Thoth, by Aleister Crowley. Make sure you actually own (or have access to pictures of) the Thoth deck before you dive into this. By far one of the best books on Tarot ever published. The prose is often dense and purple, but in this one book, Crowley teaches so much about Tarot and it’s connection to the Western Mystery Tradition. I can’t really say much more - it must be experienced.

The Pictorial Key to the Tarot, by Arthur Edward Waite. I recommend this book because it is a classic and was introductory for many older readers. It will teach you to read and gives insight into the methodology behind the Waite-Smith deck specifically, particularly his use of what are essentially parables and why he does this. Do not expect too much esoteric information, but read it anyways.

Seventy-Eight Degrees of Wisdom, by Rachel Pollack. This is the epitome of a good modern Tarot book and is really one of the first ones I’d recommend for someone looking for an accessible book on Tarot in a modern context. Very dense in information and history, yet altogether worth it. You’ll want highlighters nearby for this one!

Tarot for a New Generation, by Janina Renée. This is essentially a book for children and teenagers, but I do recommend it for them, specifically, because it is well-written, easy to understand, and helpful to absolute beginners.

Secrets of the Waite-Smith Tarot, by Marcus Katz and Tali Goodwin. This book focuses just on the history, symbolism, and creative process of the Waite-Smith deck. It gives you an inside line on just what Pixie Smith was thinking when painting specific scenes, and is a great look at her life’s work, as well.

The Tarot: History, Symbolism, and Divination, by Robert M. Place. This book will not teach you to read Tarot, but does give an actual, accurate portrait of the history of the phenomena, which is incredibly important and useful. Know your history.

Understanding Aleister Crowley’s Thoth Tarot, by Lon Milo DuQuette. I hesitate to recommend DuQuette due to issues I have with his approach to Qabalah, but many people ask me for a beginner book for the Thoth Tarot specifically, and this is the closest I’ve come to finding one. I recommend reading this alongside, and not instead of, Crowley’s Book of Thoth.

The Back in Time Tarot, by Janet Boyer. This is more for the intermediate reader, and the entire book details a single, extremely useful technique for familiarizing yourself with the cards, namely by framing past events in terms of how they might appear in a spread.


The Essential Lenormand, by Rana George. This was not the first Lenormand book I picked up, but it was the most influential and intense. Ms. George writes in a personable, touching fashion and brings the concepts of the system home by relating them to life experiences in a way rarely seen. She is one of those authors I literally go all “fangirl” over.

Learning Lenormand, by Marcus Katz and Tali Goodwin. This is one of the better beginner books on Lenormand. I’m not going to lie - it isn’t as good as Rana George’s, but it definitely is worth reading if you’re completely new to the system. It’s very accessible, where some of the books I’ll be listing later in this can seem intimidating, or so I’ve been told.

Lenormand: Thirty-Six Cards, by Andy Boroveshengra. This book is intense, but in a different way than Ms. George’s. Expect to be inundated with information and techniques. Another one of those where you really need to take notes or highlight while reading, and read it multiple times.

Secrets of the Lenormand Oracle, by Sylvie Steinbach. This book is organized in a novel and useful fashion by topic, and gives specific techniques for readings on love, money, spirituality, and other topics. Highly recommended, and I tend to use it as a reference book nowadays, looking things up as needed.

The Complete Lenormand Oracle Handbook, by Caitlyn Matthews. Not for the beginner, nor the faint at heart, this one details a lot of what, to me, seem to be more advanced approaches and techniques. I use this book a lot, and I think anyone else will enjoy it, too. Good information on the connection between Lenormand and traditional playing cards, too.

Cartomancy with Lenormand and the Tarot, by Patrick Dunn. This is more of a special topic book, and best read after you’ve got some familiarity with both Tarot and Lenormand. It’s all about using them in tandem and the synergy between them.


The Luminaries, by Liz Greene. I could really recommend anything by this author, but she’s written so much, and this book is a particularly important one. It focuses entirely on the Sun and Moon in astrology, and gives a good look at why the luminaries need to have a special place in your understanding.

The Weiser Concise Guide to Practical Astrology, by Priscilla Costello. This is focused, as you might expect, on actual interpretation of charts and less on theory, but it gives a good background on that, too. Was quite helpful in my attempts to interpret @xepsurah‘s unusual natal chart.

The Complete Book of Astrology, by Kris Brandt Riske. Very beginner, and very light on intellect, heavy on intuition. A great introduction, but I would not suggest it as the only book you read if you’re really interested in the subject.


Tea Leaf Reading for Beginners, by Caroline Dow. There are only a few books within Llewellyn’s immensely popular “For Beginners” series that I would recommend, and this is one of them. The symbol glossary (which makes up the bulk of the book) is the most useful part.

Tea Cup Reading, by Sasha Fenton. This book goes into some detail (quite a bit, actually) about the history of tea and coffee, and, better yet, how to prepare them in the traditional fashion! A lot of traditional lore is described, as well.

Scrying, etc.

Scrying for Beginners, by Donald Tyson. This is really a surprise find, as I don’t usually expect much from this series, by Tyson knows his history and goes far beyond simple exercises for scrying. He is a bit biased towards mirror and crystal-gazing techniques, but does discuss other methods.

Psychic Development for Beginners, by William Hewitt. Readable, and offers some very practical developmental exercises for those wishing to hone extrasensory abilities. Be prepared to sort through a lot of woo, though.

BTS as Roommates


  • ”hey, Third Guy From The Left, pass the remote”
  • cleans up after you, cooks for you, nags a lot; he’s basically your second mom
  • your friends coming over to hit on him
  • which he’s totally down with; “I’m worldwide handsome, what do you expect?”
  • your parents wishing you two would get together
  • you two cuddle sometimes and it’s fine, it’s nothing romantic. just two friends chilling in each others arms,, move along ppl, nothing to see here
  • you’re his taste tester
  • so he often makes you stand by while he cooks, so he can spoon boiling hot sauce from the pot into your mouth to ask if he needs more salt
  • buys you BTS merch
  • “I better be your ultimate bias” “look at me, I’m everyone’s bias and bias wrecker” “the real visual of BTS taehyung better back off”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


  • you joke that he’s basically a ghost
  • he’s usually not there, since he’s at the studio or doing promotions, concerts, etc. and when he is there, he’s sleeping
  • whenever he’s there and actually awake you’re like “who are you? I didn’t know you lived here” “shut up and tell me what there is to eat in this house. are there any lamb skewers?”
  • like I said, he’s mostly not there but when he is, he wants to spend some time hanging with you. the boys are fine but he’s so Tired of their antics that time with you is like a breath of fresh air
  • you don’t do much, just watch tv and order take out but it suites you both just fine. he usually shit talks other celebs during that time, so you know all the inside gossip
  • “wait, he’s cheating on her with the model??” you gasp
  • “yeah, I caught them fucking backstage”
  • “well, damn :( he was my bias”

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy


  • so f*cking loud omg u wonder why you still live with him
  • he’s energetic and loud (I can’t stress the loud part) for the most part, even waking you up with pans banging or singing in your ear
  • insists on “roommate bonding time” which is just an excuse to go out, get drunk & bring back f*ck buddies
  • has the LOUDEST sex
  • and walls are thin
  • but he apologizes w pizza so,, there’s perks to that
  • walks around half naked
  • flirts w your hot friends/family members but always asks you if it’s okay to make a serious move on any of them. he doesn’t want to cross any lines that would leave tension between you two
  • keeps trynna hook you up with one of the boys “except Joonie he’s gross” “he’s exactly like you” “exactly”
  • always texts & snaps you, sometimes about roommate stuff (”did I leave the stove on?” “which brand of popcorn should I pick up?” “did I leave my keys in the apartment?”) and sometimes just to chat
  • he likes to send you updates about BTS
  • he facetimed you at the BBMAS and does so just in general, so you get to see what idol life is really like … lots of sitting backstage, tired but running on adreneline, being hungry, etc

Originally posted by btsarekings

Rap Monster:

  • your place is the hangout spot. the guys always come over whether it’s to chill or hold house parties where you’re like “let’s not get twisted and ruin the furniture” but uh,, let’s just say you two aren’t getting your deposits back
  • refuses to let the guys even hit on you; “you’re too good for them. I’d rather hook you up with someone better. do you like Jackson? wait, nvm he’s worse than us”
  • totally cool w you bringing back one night stands
  • hell, he slips you protection too if you need it
  • is also very aware of you when you’re both out, that no one tries to slip you something or take advantage of you
  • takes you home if you’re too drunk
  • nurses you as you throw up but gives you hell for it the next day
  • he’s basically more like your chill cousin than a roommate

Originally posted by snowmons


  • proTECT PROTECT Protect at ALL Costs
  • he denies this but he loves having you dote on him
  • it’s a nice feeling, to come back after a long day to your food, a warm home and just chill on the couch with you
  • he feels comfortable around you, talking about his worries or about his day
  • turns into Big Brother mode if you’re going to a party or if you start dating. no guy/gal even sets foot into that apartment unless they’re 100% Jimin approved
  • you’re both protective of each other, like siblings, so living together is a joy

Originally posted by bwipsul


  • super touchy,, everyone thinks you’re dating but nah man it’s just friends kissing friends, how’s that not normal?
  • will crawl into your bed quite often
  • brings home food
  • insists on late night “adventures” to the convenience store, where you just buy junk food and movies on sale
  • jungkook practically lives there
  • you keep “joking” that he needs to pay rent but it’s not a joke anymore like seriously u use up all our hot water give us money
  • he loves having ppl over, not just jungkook lol, but your friends and his other friends,, your place is usually busy and always a warm environment
  • buys you matching “friendship” outfits and bracelets that legit are just friendship stuff, no dating
  • he tells you about his crushes (even before jungkook but don’t tell him)
  • and you two stay up some nights, stalking yours and his crushes, on their social media accounts, having panic attacks when you accidentally like shit from 38 weeks ago

Originally posted by bwipsul


  • watching anime 25/8
  • offering him protection when jimin stays over; “but we’re just friends” “yeah right sure. just hmu if you need them”
  • it took him a whole year to warm up to you though
  • he was so awkward and shy, often keeping his distance
  • he walked in on you pooping once and it took two months for him to walk back into the apartment (he’d been sleeping on jin’s couch lol)
  • now he farts around you
  • you two rank the fart based on sound, funniness and smell
  • *choking* *tearing up* “good one (y/n) that’s a solid 11/10″
  • will blush himself to death if you bring home someone
  • doesn’t really bring anyone over himself. he’s too uncomfortable w the fact that you’re there to try anything.
  • doing childish shit like pranks and eating each others sweets
  • “kook did u eat my green sweets?”
  • jk, with green tongue: “no, how could u accuse me??”

Originally posted by nnochu

Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and Dating Peter Parker Would Include (Part 2):

Summary: Just dating Peter… and being Tony’s daughter.

Authors Note: This was highly requested in the comments and I really enjoyed making the last one, so here ya  go! <3

Warning(s): swearing and deadpool (again)

Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and Dating Peter Parker Would Include (Part 2):

•y'all “tis about to get wilD

•you and peter have a stable relationship™

-y'all don’t really fight

-if you do it’s something stupid


-“ I’m lactose intolerant Peter”

-“YOU ARE A TERRIBLE- wait you are?!?!”

-“HAHAHA SIKE” *cue you running away with the last brownie*

•Tony usually mediates your fights.

-he doesn’t want his spiderlings to be sad.

-not good for his representation in the ‘approving dad’ world

-“(Y/N) I suggest you give Peter back his brownie”

-“I ate it”

-*tony giving you the scolding parent look*

-“what do you want me to do? Shit it out?”

-*cap bursts through the door* “LANGUAGE (Y/N)

•peter still uses pickup lines on you

-“my Spidey sense isn’t the only thing that’s tingling”

-“peter do you know what that means?

-“yes it means I feel all tingly and happy when I’m around you”


-he clearly gets these from Wade

•peter going on dad dates with Tony

-“I can’t believe you remembered our anniversary”

-“I could never forget it Mr Stark”

-“um Peter…you’re dating me?”

-“This is an A B conversation (Y/N) leave”

-your dad and Peter have probably been on more dates with each other than Peter has with you.

•you and peter are always together

-the avengers freak out when you aren’t.


-“Thor chill… he went to the bathroom”

•Peter always has his hands on you

-whether it’s holding hands, or he’s touching your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist.

-he likes to know that you’re always there.

•hUgS frOm BehInD

-y'all this is the only time Peter feels like he’s the big spoon

-he’ll rest his chin on your head and your back will be pressed to his chest


•peter using his height to his advantage

-he’ll hide your things in high places

-so you call for help

-usually ends in you standing on him to get what you want.


-it happened when you first showed Peter your room

-Tony told you to leave the door open but y'all didn’t let that bother you ;)


-“ father why do you not express this concern for me”

-“it’s because you’re the devils spawn”

•finally perfecting that spiderman kiss



-“how do I get down?”

- *cue peter’s web snapping*

•stealing Peter’s clothes

-old and new

-he leaves a sweater at your place?

-BAM it’s yours

-buys a new shirt?

-BaM It’s yours

-he eventually runs out of clothes

-Tony buys him a new wardrobe

•having a meme group chat with Ned

-sending memes about spiderman

-peter regrets introducing you to Ned

•going on dates to the zoo

-Peter taking pictures of you admiring things

-a passerby reports Peter to the security guard for looking like a creep

-your dad has to bail peter out

•whenever peter loses you in a large group of people he always knows how to find you.

-“yo Pete where’s your girlfriend?”

-“hold on one sec” *shakes wallet*


-“found her”

•spoiling peter bc you’re filthy rich and he deserves the world

-“happy birthday baby!!”

-“(Y/N) is that a car???”

-*you smiling uncontrollably*

-”(Y/N) I can’t drive’’

-’’Its a keepsake’’ 

•convincing your dad to take peter on missions.

-instantly regretting it bc peter is a soft boi who needs protection.

-“If you die on this mission, I will kill you”

-updating the suit bc you must protec™

-“I’ve added extra padding to your suit to soften any falls”

-he literally cannot breathe now

•accidentally admitting that Tom Holland is your celebrity crush.

-“but we look exactly alike??”

-“don’t be ridiculous Peter, you look nothing alike”

•dates to museums and science exhibitions

-watching peter nerd out

-v cute™

•going out with Liz and Michelle for girls nights

-peter dropping in on you as part of ‘patrol’

-almost activating ‘instant kill mode’ when a guy talks to you

•you putting on the suit just to talk to Karan

-“am I the only one that thinks Peter smells like avocado? Like does he even eat avocado?”

-“I too have detected this unusual scent Ms Stark”

•Peter freaks tf out when you get sick

-like mental break down freak out

-he googles your symptoms

-which means he always thinks your dying.


-he brought like 50 tins of soup

-will not let you leave his sight

-“Peter I need to take a dump”

-“I’ll come with you”

•Wade is always crashing your dates

-he thinks you guys are friends

-“Wade will you ever leave us alone?”

-“Of course Peetie! When (Y/N)’s father accepts my adoption papers”

-“Why would a grown ass man need adopting?”

-“It’s to fund my expensive lifestyle”

-Wade also steals Peter’s wallet so he has an excuse to come along.

-eventually getting a restraining order on Wade.

•Star Wars marathons

-you thinking Luke Skywalker is hot

-Peter getting jealous

-he dresses up like Luke the next day.

•he finds your old spiderman fan account on tumblr

-when he does he just stares at you smugly from across the room.


-“oh nothing” ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º)

-he starts texting you the ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º) face.

-“so you bet spiderman is one sexy specimen under that mask?“ ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º)

-you want to die

-"I will delete you from my life”

•going to Starbucks for your anniversary dates

•peter insisting you have him on speed dial just incase anything happens

-you mostly use it to get food


-“(Y/N)??? Are you okay??”

-“I’ll have a double cheeseburger and fries please.”

-“(Y/N) pls”

-“what? I’m hungry”

-“may I remind you that I am  not supposed to be used for ordering take out”

-“then what the fuck are you supposed to be?”

-“your boyfriend”

-“oh yes that too”

•you wear matching outfits to school sometimes

-you are the power couple of the school

•taking Tony’s car for a joy ride

-crashing it bc peter gets nervous and webs up the windscreen

-it’s all good tho

-you use his card to buy a new one

-and blame it on Wade

•cute goodmorning texts

-“make sure to brush your teeth, you have terrible morning breath xox ~ (Y/N)

-"please brush your hair today, yesterday you looked like a yeti that had been run over and drowned in toilet water <3 Peter”

•everyone noticing how whipped Peter is for you

-except you

-peter doesn’t even know what that means he’s so outdated

•Peter has coffee mornings with Steve

-you’re never invited

•sending each other selfies

-your ugliest ones usually end up as your lock screens

-“who’s that horrendous looking creature?”

-“my fucking boyfriend bish”

•you die when peter speaks Spanish

-“pan caliente”

-“ I don’t know what you just said but please let it be the only thing you say at my funeral”

-he said hot bread

•Peter worries about your wellbeing

-he sets up daily reminders on your phone to drink water

-irl it’s just him texting you h20 puns and jokes

•you are very territorial

-if a girl so much as looks at Peter

-you will snatch the weave

-one time you actually pulled out some girls hair

-Peter thought it was hot™

-Steve and Tony did not ™

•stony are your parents tbh

•like your dad you have a lot of issues

-you’re scared peter will leave

-but he never does

-he always comes back

•arcade dates

-Peter gives you a promise ring from a vending machine

-the avengers freak out and think it’s an engagement ring.

-Steve gives you a lecture about patience and how you should wait.

-Tony on the other hand…


-“Uh Mr Stark, we’re 17 and it’s just a promise ring”

-“You are both disappointments and disgraces to the Stark name”

•caring for him after missions


-back rubs

-Peter is very clingy at this point.

•knowing exactly what calms each other down.

•Training with Peter

-having a run on the treadmill whilst he does weights.

-you trip and hit your head

-Peter drops a weight on his foot bc he’s shook.

-you both go to hospital and agree never to workout together again.

•carnival dates

-peter sees a game and insists he wins a price for you

-he loses

-3 times

-you end up having a go and you win a fish

-peter has the fish for 4 days of the week and you have him for 3

-the fish is your son™

-his name is ‘the fish™’

•stargazing and talking about a future together

•you both trust and love each other a lot

•you love peter a lot

-although you don’t say it often

-you show it though

- but he already knows it

Air B&E (reader x Bucky)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, unnamed Male Target, OFC Jeff. 

Summary: When a mission requires close proximity with your least favorite teammate, you try to make the best of it, but a change in plans adds new challenges and possibly a new opportunity. ( basically Bed Sharing Trope meets Enemies to Lovers Trope. Kinda.  :D )

Warnings: sexual situations? pretty vague.  

Word Count: 2.8k

Tags are at the bottom

A/N: Hey, ya’ll !! I’m back from vacation and the idea for this fic was sparked by my sleeping accommodations. heh. I kinda fell in love with it and even made time to write in the evenings after being super tired from traveling. I hope you enjoy this and any feedback is appreciated! Love you guys!! :)



Originally posted by bovaria

“Alright! So here are the keys, the WiFi password is posted on the fridge and let me know if there’s anything you need, anything at all. Okay?” said the overly enthusiastic young man before you.

You accepted the keys with a smile, “Absolutely! Thank you so much, Jeff. It’s even better than the pictures.”  

“I’m so glad,” he grinned. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. It was so nice to meet you both.”

Your eyes flickered to the man beside you, tight smile upon his face. “You, too, man,” he coolly responded.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you clasped the hand of the heavy left arm draped over your shoulders. Technology allowed the metal plates to be shielded with a holographic flesh arm, but it still weighed a ton.

“Bye, Jeff.”

He nodded before stepping out into the hall. The moment the front door lock engaged, you shoved the arm off and put as much space between you two as possible.

“This plan is stupid,” Bucky said with contempt as he collapsed heavily onto the couch.

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It All Comes Down To You (Part 1)

Bucky Barnes x reader / Avengers x reader Two Part Series - Part 1 Part 2

When the love of your life suddenly dies in your arms, you don’t think of having children anytime soon. But in your case, the universe (or rather your uterus) decided for you. [~3400 words]

warnings: S A D N E S S, angst, major character death, mentions of blood and violence, pregnancy, language, friendship-fluff (platonic fluff maybe? idk)

A/N: I guess my hiatus is over then (if anyone even noticed it haha). enjoy, though! feedback is always appreciated

Originally posted by anne-the-nerd

“BUCKY!” As fast as your legs would carry you, you ran towards where you had heard the gunshots. You didn’t care that you could be hit by a bullet as well, your eyes were solely on him.

Ignoring the shouts and orders coming through the intercom, you knelt next to him. Instantly, your hands pressed down on the wound as hard as possible. “It’s gonna be fine,” you said but Bucky’s eyes were already closed.

“You listening to me, love?” There was no answer. “Bucky?!” The panic was evident in your voice. Seemingly startled, his eyelids slowly fluttered open.

“Y/N.” Bucky forced a smile for you but he couldn’t fight off the drowsiness and how foggy everything suddenly felt. “I love you. Don’t forget that.”

You shook your head furiously, partly to shake off the tears that clouded your vision and partly because you needed him to know that you would never, ever forget him. “I love you, too. So much.”

“Y/N?” This time, it was Clint who called your name through the intercom. “Where are you?”

“Bucky is down. He got hit.”

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Kiwi: Part Three

A mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. x

Kiwi: Part One // Kiwi: Part Two

“Where are yeh taking me?”

Harry’s voice called out to her as Cal led him uphill through the forest, the humidity of the Jamaican air causing the material of her shirt to cling to her back. She turned around to look at Harry as he scaled up behind her, his blue muscle shirt showing off the inked skin of his arms. She flashed a grin, reaching a hand out to him as she spoke.

“It’s a secret, Kiwi. That means I can’t tell ya,” she laughed a little, and he reached out to take her hand in his. She gave him a tug and pulled him up to her level, smiling at his dimpled grin. She released his hand and turned to continue walking uphill, grabbing onto the straps of her bag. “It’s one of my favorite places here. Found it a little after I moved to this side of the island, and I usually come here on my free days.”

“How long’ve yeh been here fo’?” He asked, running a hand through his unruly locks that had yet to be tamed by the heat.

“About a month and a half now,” she answered. She waited for him to catch up and take the few steps he needed to before she started to walk again. “How about you? What’s a superstar like you doing here?”

“Been here for about a week now working on the next album,” he explained.

“What made you want to come here?” She asked.

“It’s a peaceful place,” he answered, reaching to brush a stray lock of hair out of his face. “The past few albums I’ve made with the boys have mostly been recorded on the go—in hotel rooms or between a handful of different cities. I loved it an’ I wouldn’t give the memories away for the world, but I wanted something different this time ‘round.”

“Makes sense,” Calliope said, glancing at him over her shoulder with a smile on her face. “Almost there.”

Harry followed her to the edge of what looked like a small cliff. He took a few steps towards the edge and looked over at the pool of water at the bottom of what could have easily been a hundred foot drop. He then watched as she set her backpack down on the ground and began removing her t-shirt, revealing the white bikini top underneath.

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anonymous asked:

Ok, so, if you had to pick animals that represented each dai companion, which ones do you think would be best? I saw that mod Sarah had a zoology interest and was a bit intrigued.


Cassandra: Perhaps a cat (any member of the family Felidae, though specifically for Cassandra, Felis catus, AKA the domestic house cat). Cats come in many personalities, just like humans and many other living creatures (not limited to vertebrates, consider cephalopoda). People, however, often associate them with being graceful and powerful hunters, but with also being somewhat standoffish– which is not a trait that is granted to all cats, as any cat owner would know. Most cats are loving and intelligent, too, which makes me think cats (mostly domestic cats, but if any of you are thinking of a black panther, which is just a melanistic member of any of the Panthera species) then go for it.

Iron Bull: A tough one. The bull (defined as any uncastrated males of the species Bos taurus), is the obvious choice– but with now much Bull likes dragons (while unfortunately not a real creature, because they can’t have a spare set of limbs to make wings-reptiles are part of the supergroup tetrapoda, have only four limbs; to have wings, the front limbs must be wings or or they don’t have any at all. In that regard, Skyrim dragons are the more anatomically correct dragons if they were to exist but WHATEVER this is a fantasy universe) a drake is also a very possible choice for Bull.

Blackwall: A bear would be the obvious choice, perhaps Ursus americanus, the American black bear, which is the most wide-spread of bear species and often the ones that wander into human settlements looking for food.

Sera: While many of you think of the a honey bee, any bee that is a species under the genus Apis, I don’t believe this suits Sera. Perhaps a raven, or another member of the genus Corvus. The reason for this is that members of the genus Corvus (which contains such species as ravens, crows, rooks, and jackdaws) are highly intelligent– and known to be ballsy as fuck. They can be taught human speech, and are known to even play tricks on each other for shits and giggles. They are the pranksters of the bird world, and I feel this would fit Sera excellently. 

Cole: A mimic octopus, Thaumoctopus mimicus. Bear with me on this; while all members of the order Octopoda, which are cephalopods, a subgroup of molluscs, are highly intelligent and capable of fantastic camouflage through the use of iridophores and chromatophores (to put it simply, they’re specialized dermal cells that contain pigment to rapidly change color), a mimic octopus is perhaps the best of all at camouflage. A mimic octopus is capable of changing its skin texture and shape to copy other species to blend in– sometimes called ninjas of the sea. Watch this TED Talk for further information: https://www.ted.com/talks/david_gallo_shows_underwater_astonishments 

ANYWAYS, GETTING OVER HOW RAD I THINK CEPHALOPODS ARE, Cole was a spirit who took the form of the mage Cole, in the White Spire. We have no idea what he looked like before then– as Dorian describes most spirits, they look “bizarre (and) monstrous” in their true forms. If a spirit is capable of such mimicry and such intelligence, I can think of no better animal to represent Cole than a mimic octopus.

Varric: A parrot. Parrots are highly intelligent and known for their speech capabilities, along with being v. pretty. There are MANY different members of the order Psittaciformes, which encompass all parrots. It is a very large clade composed of 393 species to date, but I I think Varric could best be represented by an African Gray Parrot, specifically the Congo African grey parrot, an Old World parrot of the species Psittacus erithacus. These birds are SUPER COOL because they’re among the best at mimicking human speech; one in particular in Japan was returned to his family after repeating the address of his home. They’re also known for hearing things in their surroundings and then repeatedly saying it, much to the ire of the humans they live with.

Dorian: This one is easy; a peacock, which comes in three species, though all are members of the family  Phasianidae, which is shared by pheasants, partridges, junglefowl, chickens, Old World quail, and peafowl. These are popular gamebirds, often poor at flying but PRETTY AS FUCK. For Dorian, I think I’ll go with the Indian peafowl, Pavo cristatus– notice the familiar ‘Pav’ in the name, anyone?

Solas: An ostrich A gray wolf, Canis lupus. No further explanation needed.

Vivienne: An orca, Orcinus orca. Orcas are among the most intelligent animals on Earth, known for being beautiful as well as the apex predators of the sea (being cosmopolitan species, like humans, they are found in a variety of environments, across multiple habitats. 

Josephine: A dove, any member of the family Columbidae, which encompasses 310 species. (Fun fact! Members of Columbidae are the only birds that don’t have to lift their necks up to swallow water. All birds except for them have to pull it into the mouths and pull their necks up to swallow). Doves are seen as an international symbol for peace and love, suitable for an ambassador. For her, I think I’ll go with the diamond dove, Geopelia cuneata.

Leliana: Like Sera, I think she would also fit as a raven, but for the sake of being a nerd and introducing another sort of animal, the next runner-up is the ferret, Mustela putorius furo. Ferrets were domesticated for their ability to ferret– that is, to hunt and catch prey, specifically rodents, which often reside in narrow holes and tunnels that humans can’t reach. Being an excellent spy, well, I feel this should explain itself.

Cullen: An African lion, Panthera leo. If anyone has seen his helmet, it should be sufficient explanation, but they are also famed by their beautiful, voluminous manes– just like Cullen!

The moral of this story is: don’t ask me about animals unless you are prepared for the info-dump, because I love the kingdom Animalia so much (I got OVER 100% in a college-level Zoology course, I could regale you for HOURS on Animalia, ranging from Porifera (sea sponges), the basal clade and taxa of Animalia, all the way to Mammalia. I meant to do chores an hour ago but got carried away. Thank you, and enjoy my fangirling.

–Mod Sarah

Photo Quest | On AO3
Word Count: ~7000
Warnings: None

Summary: A ficlet based on an old Imzy prompt. Steve loses a wallet, where he keeps a secret picture of Tony. His team of heroes is of no help, but hey, Thor’s roommate Daryl has some strangely insightful advice about ham. 

Also for STONY Bingo Square S4 - ‘Pining’

Captain America didn’t panic. Serum-enhanced national treasures usually didn’t, and good for them because Steve Rogerssoldier, punk, plucky kid from Brooklyndefinitely was. Panicking, that is.

He thumbed tensely through the video feed on his Starkpad. A panoramic view of every common area in the Tower was right there at his fingertips, and some not-so-common areas were just a passcode away. In addition, he had access to satellite feeds and other methods of surveillance that walked a thin line Constitution-wise, but none of them really solved his problem.

“Anything?” he asked FRIDAY.

‘Negative,’ replied the AI.

“Oh jeez, still?” Steve asked in a voice that might have been called a whine if someone who was not him were describing it.

“Captain, I’m doing my best,” FRIDAY protested. “A full building scan takes time, y’know?“

“Limit it to my recorded locations.” he commanded brusquely. “Last 48 hours.”

“You didn’t authorize me to record your movements within the Tower,” said FRIDAY, and Steve figured he probably deserved the smug undertone behind her serene professionalism.

He closed his eyes and slumped back in his seat anyway. “Goddamn it.“

“Woah, language.”

Steve snapped his eyes open at the wry tenor, instantaneously flipping the Starkpad over. He found himself face to face with Tony, much like a deer in headlights. It was not a good look on him, and Tony’s brow rose in predictable confusion.

“What are you doing?” Tony asked, and lightweight that he was, Steve could already feel his face grow warm.

He made a valiant effort nonetheless. “Nothing.”

“Oh, because it totally sounded like you were arguing with my AI,” Tony folded his arms now. He loomed, and Steve really had no other choice but to notice how he was dressed to spar— cutoff shirt, hand wraps, trunks that hugged his waist just right… “And losing.”

While Steve battled his sudden case of dry mouth, Tony continued. “Come on, what’s making America’s golden boy swear in the presence of a disembodied lady?”

“I lost my wallet,” Steve admitted.

Tony looked skeptical, but didn’t actually say anything about it. He rattled commands off to his AI instead, “FRIDAY, order replacements for Cap’s charge cards and report his IDs as lost.”

“Already done, boss,” FRIDAY replied, more pleasantly than she’d done for Steve.

“Done,” Tony echoed. He flashed Steve a thumbs up. “Mission accomplished?”

Steve tapped his fingers on the Starkpad. “My wallet is still missing, so no.”

“Then, let’s order a wallet. You ok with leather?”

“Tony, no.” Steve shook his head. “I don’t want a new wallet, I’m going to find my old one.”


And that’s the thing about Steve: he may be a terrible casual liar, but he was made to get out of potentially ruinous situations that might threaten the very structure of the team.

He stood and clasped Tony’s shoulder. “Because I’m a weird old man, remember? Let me live.”

Steve managed to pull off a mostly casual stroll to the elevator to head up to his suite. He smiled genially at Tony through the doors while pressing the button to his floor, and Tony stared back at him with undisguised suspicion.

Steve held his smile for the eternity it took for the elevator doors to close, and slumped back against the wall as soon as they did. Why was he like this?  

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How You Get them to calm down (The Flash)

 (Just quick FYI, there may be spoilers)

*(Also, this is just The Flash but would you guys be interested in a Green Arrow and Supergirl version??)*

The Flash:

Barry Allen/ The Flash:

It’s true that everybody makes mistakes, even in the worst situations. When it happens to Barry, especially on a mission he becomes so distraught he doesn’t want to do anything. He normally tries to brush it off while at work but when alone it’s so hard for him not to break down.

You found Barry once in STAR Labs, he was sitting down in a corner with his head buried in his hands, quietly weeping. He had come back from a mission after saving fourteen lives but three citizens were in critical condition and Barry blamed himself. When you found him you walked over and sat down beside him pulling him into your embrace.

He didn’t let the tears stop as you comforted him and got him to let it all out before reassuring him that it wasn’t his fault, he tried to save everyone and that’s all that matters. When he finally calmed down and stopped crying you walked home to your shared apartment and ordered five pizzas, you having three slices while you made sure Barry ate the rest, knowing he sometimes tried to skip eating in times like these. He curled up with his head on your lap as you gently stroked his hair until he fell asleep.

Cisco Ramon/ Vibe(s3 spoilers):

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coffee girl // stuart twombly

Summary: Stuart develops feelings for the girl at the coffee shop

Requested: no

Pairing: Stuart & Y/N 

Warning: no, mature language and themes throughout


With perfect penmanship she wrote the customer’s name on the plastic cup in her hand. Announcing their total and sending them off with a friendly smile, she prepared to do the same routine with the next person in line.

Having been doing this for over a year and a half she knew how the flow of the small coffee house worked. Even though her day consisted of a routine that some might have found boring, she thought her job was the exact opposite of that. As soon as she stepped into the shop every morning and the smell of coffee cascaded around her, she felt like she was home. She no longer worried about her university courses or the term papers she had to do but instead focused on making the lives of the customers around her a little brighter by sharing a smile. 

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About Greek forms of love: Please take note

{About eros and agape mostly, and how they are misrepresented, so please don’t scroll past this, I keep seeing posts about things that have nothing to do with what they mean even so many months later! This is an edited version of the original post which I wrote very quickly, so I think I did a much better job explaining the concepts this time}

OK, Yuri On Ice has a permanent place in my heart and they have done really well in their effort to portray different cultures, countries and their citizens respectfully and accurately. Also the fandom is sweet and respectful and you all do your best to portray unfamiliar concepts well, but for the most part these concepts get misrepresented. So I ’m finally writing this post to explain them properly. If you have taken a liking to these concepts and want to write fics/meta or make edits/art including them, please take note of the following. I will try to explain as much as I can.

Eros: it’s not physical attraction or “sexual love”. Eros is a passionate emotion that may or may not include sexual attraction, it’s first and foremost romantic love. You may be young and not sexually active or be in the asexual spectrum and still be in love. Basically anywhere you ‘d use “x is in love” that’s where you ‘d use eros. In love = feels eros. 

In short, eros is passionate romantic love

You can follow this up with adding the precise feelings and types of attraction x person feels other than romantic, (sensual, sexual, aesthetic, platonic attraction). The word erotic originates from eros and it often means something sexual, but that’s a possible part of eros not the definition. In modern Greek we say x is erotevmeni/os (f/m) which means x is in love, we don’t say x feels eros (sexual feelings/attraction).

That “show me your eros” line? Completely nonsensical and really irritating. It makes eros sound like it means sex appeal or “sexual love” (what the heck is that?), when it means the feeling of being passionately and irrevocably in love!! It’s the most romantic word for love!  

Examples that would accurately portray what eros means in English

“Victor is hopelessly in love with Yuuri” 

“Yuuri is so in love with Victor that he can’t stand to be away from him even for one day”

Russian team: “We are so happy that Victor finally found true love”

Yakov: “Victor, I’m glad that you found Yuuri and that you two are in love, but for the love of god stop hugging him like there’s no tomorrow and being all sappy and get your ass in the rink to practice!”

I ‘ll quote myself from another post: Someone who feels eros for another person doesn’t necessarily love them in an unconditional way, they just have strong feelings (see above) about them. How they act in a relationship largely depends on the nature of the person in question (if they are egoistical, possessive or thoughtful and respectful). 

And this is where you can find one of the differences from agape. Because

Agape: In it’s first and foremost definition it’s unconditional love. Yes, in Greek it’s also used as simply love, like it does in English, (but not always, you wouldn’t say I love this post it’s meant for people/animals, or really important to you things like “I love my job”. You’d use “really like”) 

So while it can be used as simply love, it’s true meaning is unconditional love, and it comes in every form, between friends/lovers/parents & children/family members/anyone. The best example in the show is both Yuuri and Victor being willing to give up their skating careers for the other to be happy. 

But the issue that bothers me the most is the godlike agape I keep seeing. There’s nothing about agape that relates to the christian god whatsoever. You can use it if your god means a lot to you to describe your love for him or the love you believe he feels for you as well. But that is one use out of many and it has nothing to to do with the true meaning of the word which by the way originated in the ancient times. And personally it irks me to no end to see a word that means unconditional love be used for a god whose whole legacy is allowing his believers (and everyone else) to get hurt, tortured, killed and what else, oftentimes in his name. But that’s a rant for another time.

In short, agape means unconditional love and is used to describe any type of feelings (platonic, romantic, parental etc.)

Examples that would accurately portray what agape means in English.

Yuuri loves Victor so much, that he has resolved to end his career if it means that Victor will get to return to ice skating which he thinks will make him happier than coaching Yuuri.

Yuuri’s family “We’ll support you with whatever you choose” (even if it means that they will not have Yuuri’s help with running the onsen, because what’s important is that Yuuri will be able to do what he loves)

Grandpa Plisetsky: “Pirozhki Katsudon” (really, that man loves his grandson so much that he took care of him in his old age, helped him with whatever he could, supported him, and he shows his love in that gruff manner but it’s unmistakable how much he loves Yuri and what he is willing to do for him)

Also Mila looking after Yuri, Minako supporting Yuuri, and Phichit, Yuuko and Nishigori being devoted friends that always try to help Yuuri and be there for him etc.

Also, when a person feels eros combined with agape, it is true unconditional romantic love. It’s the type of love we see in great love stories, where the characters are so in love and care for the one they love so much, that they are willing to sacrifice themselves or things important to them in order for their loved one to be happy.

In one word: Victuuri^^

Moving on to other forms of love I ‘ve seen explored.

Philia: it is indeed love between friends/friendship ie. platonic love.

Storgi: it’s not family love or parental love. It’s one way agape manifests, it is tenderness/fondness/affection. It comes in every form of love stated above. If I am feeling storgi about you I am feeling warm and fuzzy affection towards you, and if I am going to show you that, it will be with tender gestures, like a caress, a hug, a homemade meal, with my being a good listener when you need me to. I ‘ll show you by taking care of you. It is mostly used when talking about gestures rather than feelings.

Philautia: Narcissistic, egoistic, extreme self adoration, a word that is never ever used in Modern Greek and most Greeks will give you a puzzled look if you use it and will have to open a dictionary to look up what it means. The main reason it’s worth a mention is because everyone in the fandom upon hearing the definition instantly recognizes: JJ.

I’m very happy though, that even if the show didn’t portray the concepts well, they did understand a big part of what they mean so they showed these types of love it in the relationships of the anime well enough. (except for lines like “Such Eros!” -_- ) Also everyone who has tried to tackle these concepts has been respectful and done their best to portray them accurately even if they often didn’t manage to do so. I am a bit sour about the show as they should have done better research, (though I have my theories about what happened. Conservative, prudist christian “sources” that mangle the concepts to suit their lifestyle? Probably) even so, the result was so great and YOI means so much to me personally, that in the end, it’s fine :). 

If anyone needs help with understanding and using these concepts, or for anything Greek related feel free to message me, I ‘ll do my best to help you out :)

The Bronx: Part 4

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Word Count: 2.6K
Warnings: Angst, imprisonment, fighting/training

A/N: This was supposed to be a 5 part series, but it might be 6 now… who knows!

I know that the new/extra characters that are included in this part are xmen and not canon in the mcu, but yeah.

Feedback is always appreciated. Let me know if you want to be added to the tags list.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Your eyelids feel heavy as you start to regain consciousness. You force them open, and have to stop yourself from squeezing them shut again from the harsh fluorescent light that was blinding you. You’re confused for a second, not recognising the blank, concrete ceiling and walls that surround you.

Suddenly, you get a feeling that you’re not along. You jolt up in the uncomfortable bed, and a man in a suit is calming watching you; his face portraying no expression and his left leg resting on his right. Your eyes start to wildly assess the room you’re in. It’s devoid of personal touch and while the temperature isn’t cold, the lack of colour in the room made you shiver. There were a few cabinets around the room, they look to be made out of steel, furthering the cold feel of the room.

The man at the end of your bed clears his throat, drawing your attention to him, “Miss Y/L/N, you must be very confused,”

You don’t say anything, but maintain eye contact. Trying to hold his attention to your face, you try and use your powers. Taking deep breaths, his words drain away as you concentrate on using your fire. There didn’t appear to be an vegetation around, which limited you to water, fire, and air; and you wanted to do as much damage as possible so you could get away.

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heard them singing for peace (in my confusion I still believe)

Whoo boy. This got longer than I thought it would be. It’s gotten to the point where, frankly, I can’t stand to look at it anymore. So here you go internet. Unbetad and with minimal editing.

Somewhat inspired by a @banrions post from last week. Specifically the post found here

(AO3 link located on top right part of blog)

Kara hears the grumbling before the man turns the corner.

It’s still not enough to prepare her for the sight of Snapper Carr pushing a shopping cart down the baking aisle of whatever grocery store she’s currently in.

(In her defense, she’s just come off a grueling weekend of non-stop chasing an escaped Fort Rozz prisoner across the desert. Powers nearly gone, she had only just managed to apprehend the criminal somewhere near the Mexican border four hours ago.

With the sun lamps still out of commission from a brawl that had broken out last week between a Yazz and a Jaqaan, Alex had begrudgingly agreed to let her go home after debriefing, on the condition that she take it easy for the next couple of days.

The DEO debriefing had ended sixty-nine minutes ago.)

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Silver Storm (11/11)

This is it Guys! its a shitty ending , and I’m sorry . But I hope you still like it .xoxoxox

Summary: Hydra took you & turned you into their next asset, your abolities matching the Winter Soldiers. The soldier was assigned as your trainer, infront of others he was hard& cold to you ; but alone he let his walls down, you were eachothers only comfort. After the events Of DC, he disappeared.You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

, bold is readers thoughts *

Pairing: Bucky x reader  , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, angst,tiny fluff , violence.

                                               Chapter 11 : The End

 Its been about a week since you were released from Ross’s custody. As soon as you returned you told the team of the hydra agent at he prison.  You all agreed that Hydra is going to make a play to get you back soon.  The entire week you’ve felt like a sitting duck, just waiting for Hydra to strike. They know where you are now, and since you cant really leave, its only a matter of time before they decide to show.

     As you lay with Bucky , him asleep next to you , you stare at the ceiling.  You haven’t really slept since you came back, your anxiety taking control of your mind .  This isn’t fair, they shouldn’t have to fight this battle for me.  Hydra wants me, no one should have to risk themselves , It should just be me.   Theres no way Bucky will agree with me on this , but hes wrong.

    You stay with your eyes on the ceiling until the sun starts to peak through the drapes . You shift your gaze to watch as the sun slowly rises. Soon after you feel Bucky stretch awake behind you .  He scoots closer to you , pulling you onto your back. He props himself up on his elbow , pulling your face to his in a kiss.

“ Goodmorning love.” he says as he pulls back from the kiss. You smile, pulling his lips back to yours. He moves his lips from your lips to your neck , his hand moving from  your bare thigh up to your bra clad chest. Your hand pushes his back down as you let out a giggle.

Originally posted by lovershub

You roll yourself on top of him, cupping his face to lean in for an earth shattering kiss. As things start to escalate , your interrupted by his door flying open. You both whip your heads over, seeing who decided to intrude. You’re met with a blushing, but frantic looking Steve.

“ Uh-I- sorry guys. Buck theres an emergency mission, we gotta go ,now.” Steve says as he keeps his gaze to the floor. Bucky groans, lifting you off his lap and tossing you back to your side of the bed.  He grabs his gear, then darts into the bathroom .

“ You’re all going?” you ask, breaking the awkward silence .

“ Yeah, we were alerted to a Hydra base on the outskirts of the city that’s importing high level weapons. ”

Hydra doesn’t have a base anywhere near the city, and it certainly would take longer to create one. It’s got to be a set up, either for them to get to me, or to the team .

“ Its a setup.”  you say ,getting out of bed to throw on a baggy tee and shorts. Bucky emerges from the bathroom, fully suited up .

Originally posted by go-fandom-imagines

“ Why would you say that?“  he asks, checking over his holsters.

” They don’t have a base near new York, its a setup to get to you , or to me. “ you tell him .

” We cant risk taking that chance . If its not a setup ,then these weapons will get out . If it is, well then we’ll handle it . There is a number of procedures set up incase they make a move on you while we aren’t here. There are other agents still in the tower, you’re safe.“ Bucky says, planting a kiss on your forehead.  Oh honey, I’m not worried about me, I’m worried about you guys you dipshit.

Originally posted by lullabydeffi

The boys say goodbye to you , then start towards the hangar. You watch from the window, waiting to see the jet take off.  As soon as you do , you set into action. Theres no way I’m letting them walk into a setup .  

  You run to Buckys closet, searching through until you find the suit Tony made you hanging in the back. It was the same as Natashas, except it was mostly silver.  Real creative Stark. You roll your eyes as you shed your clothes to slide on the suit. Once its on you start attached the holsters the proper areas.  You begin scheming up a plan in your head, then realization kicks in ,  the damn anklet. 

” FRIDAY,  how far is the base from the tower by vehicle and jet.“

” 40 minutes by vehicle, 15 by jet .“  Perfect.

" I need a few things.  Bring up the technology layout of the anklet , and are any of the agents currently here cleared to fly a jet ? "  You ask as you search Buckys drawers for the weapons to fill your holsters.

” There is a few agents cleared to fly. But miss, I don’t suggest-“

” The technology plans please.“ you repeat. A screen appears infront of you , displaying the anklet and all its details. It takes you a minute to dissect, but it seems fairly easy to get off.  Looks like Ross underestimated my intelligence.  You book it down to Tony lab for the required tools to unlatch the anklet from you .

 You find everything you need, carefully going through the steps to get the device off you . As you reach the final step that would free you , FRIDAY warns,

” Miss, Secretary ross has an alarm system wired into the anklet . As soon as you remove it , you have 60 seconds before he is alerted that it has been deactivated. “  Guess he did think  of everything. Fuck.WAIT.

"FRIDAY,  are you saying if the anklet is reattached around an ankle ,the alert wont be sent out ?”

“ That is correct. ” 

“ Call the cleared agents down here immediately. ”

 Within minutes , you have three agents standing infront of you .

“ Which one of you is the most qualified to fly a jet?” you ask

It takes a minute, but the female agent steps forward.

“ Great! Now, I need one of your ankles. ” You nod at the remaining male agents.  They don’t move, causing you to sigh .

“Listen, the team is in danger. Hydra set them up and they are going in blindly, there isn’t time for you to worry about consequences right now. If you’re really worried about that, then I suggest getting a new job because being an agent isn’t for you if you don’t grow a pair and step up right now.” you bark at the men.

Originally posted by elenasgiblert

The one on the left steps forward, lifting his ankle to the labtable next to yours .

You finally unlatch the anklet and lock it onto his ankle. “ Thank you , go right to the common level, ill have FRIDAY give you clearance. Ross might decide to check my location in the tower and it has to look normal. ” He quickly leaves ,following your orders.

“ And you , you are our ears when we are in the sky . Alert us if anything comes up . Now lets go .” You say , leading the female agent out to the hangar. 

You watch as she enters the location , when the jet takes off you return to the back , double checking over your holsters and trying to prepare for whatever you’re about to walk into .

   From above , you can see a few scattered agents knocked unconscience on the roof.  

“ Call for backup, all agents possible asap. ” you command .

You have the agent drop you on the roof of the base, which was actually a creepy, large, abandoned warehouse.  Of fucking course.  You tuck and roll as you hit the roof, dusting yourself off when you stand.You look to see the roof door dented in.    Steve or Bucky must of gotten impatient.   You pull a gun out , arming yourself as you step through the door.  You sprint down the stairs, halfway down  , you hear grunting as you descend, making you move even faster. When you hit the bottom of the stairs, you stop infront of two metal doors.  I wonder whats behind door #1 . You kick in the doors, stepping through. The scene infront of you stops you in your tracks. There is Hydra agents everywhere, and your team is scattered around the spacious warehouse. You see Wanda, clint, and sam slumped on the floor.  NO.  Natasha is restrained and being beaten by agents, while steve and Bucky are in hand to hand combate with agents, and losing. Tony is sat against a wall, his iron man mask missing, and his eye bruised.  Its party Time.

“Honey, I’m home! ” You yell , gaining all the agents attention. The ones holding Natasha throw her body to the floor, and the others throw Steve and Bucky straight into a concrete wall using some sort of giant gun that sent a blue ray at them . 

“ Where is he.” You ask , referring to the agent from the prison.  Agent Smith walks out of the shadows, a sick smile on his face.

“ Looking for me , darling?” he asks .

“ You wanted me, you got me. Now what Smith? Try to revert me back into your weapon?” you question. He steps infront of you , raising his gun to your forehead.

“ Y/n, no!” you hear Bucky weakly cry.

“  It’s such a shame, wasting such a pretty face. I begged them to keep you as  our pet, just a little plaything . Before you even had the serum you were trying to save the soldier.You  tackled some of our agents to stop them when yo usaw them  wiping the winter soldier. Superiors saw something in you ; potential.  We should of known then , that putting you two together would cause issues."   What the hell is he talking about ?  You ignore what he said, assuming its just a memory you haven’t seen yet.

” You’re not going to kill me.“ you challenge.” I’m too valuable. I know all of hydras secrets, and now I know the avengers as well . Your superiors would never throw out a chance like this. “ 

He laughs, lowering his gun .

” You always were quite smart ,Silver.“  You smile, whipping your gun out and aiming it at him.

Originally posted by brooke-davis

” tsk tsk , don’t do anything hasty now. “

” What did you do to them. “ You ask ,nodding your head at Wanda, Sam ,and Clint.

” You arrived sooner than I planned. They are sedated, I was going to use themt to draw you out . Looks like you figured out it was a trap before the mighty avengers did.“

"Yeah well, what can I say. I’m an overachiever.“  Where is backup?   The rest of the agents begin to circle you , severely outnumbering you.

"Oh Silver, the plans we have for you. Welcome home. First thing you’ll do is kill your friends.“ he says through a smile.  What a sick bastard.  

"That’s where you’re wrong.  I’m not doing anything for Hydra, I am not the weapon you created me to be. I’m an even better one now. “ You say ,your hand flies to your waist, grabbing the small shock pellet stark installed in your belt. You launch it behind you , and as soon as it hits the ground it opens; a ring of electricity pulsing out & taking down the agents near it. Only about a third are hit by it, the rest lunge at you .  And here we go . You launch two more pellets, taking out more agents. When the last ones goes off, Smith begins shooting at you . You dodge the bullets, pulling the opposing agents around you infront of you to shield you. You cant block every hit that was coming at you , but none of them were detrimental. You  can deal with a black eye, busted nose and a few bruises.

 "You’re going to have to be better than that agent. “ you yell as you run and duck behind random crates. You see Bucky& Steve beginning to stand,  the serum must have burned through the tranquilizer.

You watch as they shake it off, then they run into the fight.   I’m going to kill him for not believing me when this is over with .  The sound of more footsteps brings your attention back , you see your backup has arrived.  Smith goes to flee, but you sprint after him.  Bucky goes to follow but you yell,

" I have him ,check on the others ! “ you don’t wait for a response, just take off after Smith .  He runs out of the warehouse , towards a motorcycle hidden behind a truck.  What a fucking pussy , he started this.   You lift your gun, shooting out the tires on the bike. He whips around, taking aim at you but you’re already prepared .You  fire at his hand, hitting your target and knocking his gun out of his grip. He yells at the pain, your bullet clipping his hand from the shot. You take another shot, this time blowing out his knee. He falls to the ground as you approach him .You release another shot to his shoulder, then his stomach

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."You think you’re free? You’ll never be free.“ he says through gritted teeth . You laugh , bending down and puling his earpiece out. You know there is always atleast one superior listening in on the comms at all times during a mission. You adjust the piece in your ear,

"This is the only warning you will receive, come after me again , and youll lose more than just one warehouse full of agents. I am not your asset, I’m not a weapon for your manipulation anymore .  You wont stop coming for me , I’m not naïve, but dont underestimate me, or my team. “  You rip the piece out of your ear, throwing it to the ground and stomping on it.  You look to Smith , his breathing shallow.

"So what, you’re going to kill me ? Do it Silver. “ he says , almost pleading.

" You dont deserve a quick death , I’m going to enjoy every minute of watching you suffer through this. “ 

More blood begins pooling around him, he whispers "hail hydra” before his breathing comes to stop. You hear footsteps behind you ,you raise your gun and turn. 

" Its just me.” Bucky says. You lower your gun, walking toward him, as you pass you ask

Originally posted by readytocomply

“ Is everyone okay?”

“ Some are still unconscious , but they should be awake soon. No major Damage. ” He follows you in the building and back up to the roof.  You load onto the jet, with your sedated friends, as Shield agents take care of the warehouse & Hydra agents. As you take off , Tony and Steve walk out from the pilots area. Tony pulls you into a hug, thanking you and praising you for how managed to ditch the anklet.  Steve doing the same, slightly scolding you but at the time sounding proud. When they return to the front, Bucky pulls you into his lap. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close to him .

“ Thank you for saving our asses.” he mumbles.

“I’m not going to say I told you so , BUT-”  you start.

“ You know they aren’t goin to stop.” he says against your neck . You pull his face to yours, gently placing your lips on his.

Originally posted by bellamyblakesgun

You lean your head against his as you end the kiss.

“ I’m not worried about it right now .When they come, we’ll handle it. ” you look around to your friends that are starting to wake up, adding  “ together.  ”

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On second thoughts

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius Black x reader
Genres: mild angst, humor, fluff
Words: 2.670
Summary: When you first meet Sirius, you don’t like him. He wants to change it, yet his plan is quite extraordinary - requested by @blissfullyshipping

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K A I R O S | 03 |


(n.) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement

An arranged marriage AU.

Paring: OT7.
Genre: fluff, angst, a lot of suggestive parts and eventual smut.
Word count: 6.5k
Author’s note: Which team are you?? :DD

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“But mom, I’m not going to live with a bunch of strangers-!”

“I had the maids pack your things last night, your bags are outside.”


Cliche is underrated.

Especially when you just got kicked out of your own house by your ever so loving parents to stay with seven boys you’ve only heard notorious things about.

Oh, and you’re supposed to pick one to marry by the end of next month.

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Hanzo and McCree reacting to people making fun of their s/o for being clumsy?


Arrives at a small café you work at in downtown Numbani. Hanzo had agreed to come over to eat lunch with you, and honestly was thankful for the break. Lately he had been training hard with Genji, wanting to be better both as a person and as a fighter. There was nothing like sparring with your supposed-to-be-dead brother to make you a better person, he supposed.

Holding a lily in his fingers, Hanzo smiled softly as he thought of you. You always managed to brighten his day, no matter how bleak it seemed sometimes. All he had to do was think of you and it was as if his worries lifted from his shoulders.

Stepping into the café, Hanzo paused as he noticed how steady it was. It was the middle of the summer, the time of year when tourists were passing through and business was booming. Hanzo decided that perhaps he’d just sit with you on your break while you eat and would grab something later when it was a bit quieter. 

Eyes scanning the room, it took him only a moment to find you. A smile tugged his lips as he watched you serving tables, giving your most friendly smile and scribbling orders on a little note pad

Hanzo decided to seat himself, finding one table open. There was another five minutes until you were off break, he noted briefly, and played with the lily between his fingers. 

It wasn’t until there was a commotion behind him that Hanzo turned around with a slight frown, that deepened to a fierce scowl. You had been carrying a tray of two drinks, but one of the patrons had accidentally bumped you while getting up from their seat.

While you managed to stay upright and save the drinks, the man turned and glared at you. “Watch where your walking,” growled the man, as he grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair.

Instantly chagrined, you managed to keep your voice steady, “I apologize, sir. I didn’t see you,” you said, giving a smile that froze as the man sneered at you.

“Obviously. Maybe if you used the eyes you were born with, you wouldn’t be so clumsy, you stupid girl,” the man spat, before starting to turn and head for the counter. He turned and bumped right into something solid.

“Watch where the fuck your-,” the man’s voice trailed off as his eyes slowly raised to meet Hanzo’s. Not only was Hanzo a head and a half taller then this short stump, but the look in his eyes could cut glass.

A flutter rose in your chest when you saw your boyfriend standing there, still wearing his trench coat despite the hot summer heat. Hanzo’s look suited him though, with the undercut and the piercings. And honestly, it made him a little more intimidating.

“I misheard you,” Hanzo said, voice deceitfully soft. The room seemed to have stopped only to watch the two men. “I think you were planning to apologize, were you not?”

The man’s lips curled back and he looked like he was going to argue. Except suddenly Hanzo’s hand shot up, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and lifting him off the ground with one hand. The pudgy man wiggled but to know avail, suddenly looking rather panicked.

“I didn’t hear that apology,” Hanzo said, watching the man with half-lidded eyes. Though the man wouldn’t, you found him trying to be intimidating to be kind of hot. Not something you could control, really.

The man’s voice became a stutter, and his eyes moved wildly as if looking for help. “I-i-I’m sorry-” he started but a sudden shake of Hanzo’s hand and him made him stop out of fear.

“To the young lady,” Hanzo said calmly. “Now.”

The man shook slightly but turned his head toward you. “I-I’m sorry,” he bit out. Hanzo was satisfied and dropped the man on the ground, before walking around him.

“I do believe its time for your break,” he said, the room still quiet as everyone waited to see what Hanzo would do next. You’d managed to serve the drinks during Hanzo’s commotion, and now stood there with the tray hugged to your stomach.

Smiling impishly, you couldn’t help but be thankful, even though you could have dealt without the sorry. “I do believe it is,” you agreed with a smile. Taking his hand, you told your manager you were going on break before joining Hanzo at his table.


God, Jesse thought with his hands jammed into his pockets, I’m the luckiest man on the planet. The two of you were currently out for a walk along the beach, trying to enjoy one of the few days you both had off together.

Jesse was wearing a pair of black swim shorts and his good ol’ cowboy hat, bessie. You on the other hand were wearing a light blue swimsuit with no back and a low cleavage, just the way Jesse liked it. The two of you were wet but drying quickly, and walked along the ocean side in your bare feet.

“It’s so nice to be out here,” you said happily, loving the feeling of the sand between your toes. The ocean breeze was cool against your skin and nice under the hot summer sun. “Thank you, Jesse. This was the perfect thing to do for our day off.”

Winking at you, Jesse grinned as he picked up another shell for the bucket in his hand. “I’m full of great idea’s, darlin’,” he said playfully, and noticed an ice cream shop up ahead. 

You spotted at the same time as he did and Jesse knew exactly what you’d ask for. “Can we please go get ice cream?” you begged him, tugging on his hand and giving him a look you knew he couldn’t possibly resist. 

Rolling his eyes, Jesse caved easily. Though mostly only because he wanted to go get ice cream too. “Okay. I got a five in my pocket, should be enough for two cones,” Jesse said. 

Gleefully, you ran off toward the shop, overexcited. His eyes were soft as he watched you. How much he adored you…you were everything and all he could want in this world. There was not a moment without happiness when Jesse spent time with you.

Waiting for him by the shop, the two of you walked in together, thankful that it was more of an outdoor shop then anything. The two of you ended up buying two cones and going to sit at one of the tables in the sand.

Closing your eyes, you savored the cold, cool taste of chocolate, heady on your tongue. “Its so nice just to relax,” you said, sighing softly. It had been a long time since you could just really sit with Jesse, without running and being chased or shot at. Every moment soaking up the sunlight and ocean breeze reminded you of what it was like to be normal without such dangerous worries.

“I know what you mean, pumpkin,” Jesse said, finishing off his strawberry cone in almost four bites alone. “We need to try and do this more often. Its good for the soul.” And a great view, Jesse thought to himself as he eyed you.

The only way to end a perfect day like this, Jesse thought smugly, was with hot sex. Which he fully intended to have with you when you got home.

You got up and went to put your used napkins in the garbage. Unfortunately, you didn’t really see how high the step was until your foot caught and you tripped. Instantly Jesse was up on his feet, heading toward you with worried eyes.

“Are you okay, darlin’?” Jesse asked gently, but almost wasn’t heard over the loud voice standing three feet away.

Turning around was a big man, glaring furiously. Half of his cone looked as though it had been dumped onto the ground. “Watch where your going, you clutzy bitch,” the man snarled, looking pissed. “You should be paying for my cone.”

Jesse’s back straightened as he helped you up, his mood soured by the very presence of this man, and when he called you a bitch, Jesse’s fingers curled. They itched to go to his gun, but he didn’t have it right now…

“I’m sorry,” you said honestly, rubbing at your foot, which looked a little bruised. “Didn’t realize how big the step was.”

The man’s lip curled. “Excuses don’t fix my cone,” he snapped.

What snapped Jesse was when you looked at the ground guiltily and tears filled your eyes. Now that…that did him in right there. No one talked to his girl like that, and especially not over a fucking ice cream cone.

Jesse moved over and tapped on the man’s shoulder. “Excuse me sir?” he asked pleasantly. “I have some money for you.”

The man turned, about to grumble about how it was damn time, except when he turned, all he got was the hard and steady slam of McCree’s metal fist against his jaw. Everyone around them gasped, and the man that had been a few inches taller then McCree fell back onto the ground.

Smiling pleasantly still, McCree tucked you against his side and gave the man the middle finger. “Keep the change,” Jesse said, the man groaning in pain on the floor.

Turning, he slowly started to lead you down the beach. You kept looking over your shoulder, back in the direction of where Jesse had hit that man. You couldn’t help feeling guilty. This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been so clutzy…

Almost as if reading your mind, Jesse squeezed your waist gently. “Don’t worry about it, darlin’. I’m just a touch pissed by that man’s lack of manners,” He explains. “Don’t worry about it, okay pumpkin? It was an accident and your not a clutzy bitch. More like a clutzy cutie.”

Despite yourself, you smiled at him. “Thank you…I’m sorry,” you said, looking a bit embarrased.

Winking, Jesse’s hand slipped down to your butt. “Don’t think twice about it, okay baby? Why don’t we head home?” he suggested, and you knew what he was hoping for.

Rolling your eyes, you knew you were as eager as he was. “Okay. Lets go home,” you conceded, and Jesse let out a little whoop of joy.

“You shouldn’t be down here.”

Loki tilted his head, mindful not to knock any of the lights with his antlers. He hated fixing them.

Clint hopped further into the workshop, wings spread menacingly, talons shining like obsidian in the dim light. “You shouldn’t be down here,” he repeated coldly. “Tony’s not here. It’s not allowed.”

“And yet you are here,” Loki pointed out idly, side-stepping a stool to lean down and examine a truly peculiar-looking device on the table.

“I saw you come down here. You need to leave,” Clint insisted, hopping after him. He let out an irritated sigh when the other monster swiveled to examine the three robots huddled fearfully in the corner. “Leave them alone! You’re scaring them!”

Loki ignored him, instead reaching out to tap one blunt finger to the closest robot’s claw. It flinched away from him and beeped, and then the other two robots let out shrill screeches and lunged at him with their claws threateningly. One threw a fire extinguisher at him.

Loki drew his hand back, not afraid, but concerned the little creatures might rush him anyway. “I did not know humans could still make these.”

Clint paused, talons curling into the floor. “…Make what?”

“Golems,” Loki replied, taking another step back when the clunkiest of the bunch lunged at him again. “The last I had heard of was in Prague, called Yossele. That was… five centuries ago? I had thought the art had been lost.”

Clint hopped over, wings spread awkwardly. He hated looking so much like a bird in front of this guy. “Yeah? I heard Tony made his first one when he was fourteen.” He couldn’t help his crest rising proudly when the other monster looked reluctantly impressed. “Isn’t that right, Dum-E?”

The clunkiest robot beeped and spun in a circle.

Loki covered his mouth with his hand to hide an amused smile. He did not remember Yossele being so rambunctious. Then again, it had been quite busy protecting its Jewish community at the time. “I would have never been able to imagine a metal golem.”

“Yeah,” Clint murmured. “Tony is a clever human. He even made a golem without a body.”

“You mean The Voice, Jarvis?” Loki asked, turning to look at him. “He is not a demon whom Tony has wrested control over?”

Clint shook his head slowly, frowning. “No. I remember when he was creating him at first, he would spend hours at his computer. The closer he got to finishing, the more wild he looked. When Jarvis finally spoke, Tony had been awake for several days. And then he burst into tears.”

“Interesting,” Loki admitted, and finally turned away from the robots. He did not remember how long it took to create Yossele, but he did remember Judah Loew ben Bezale celebrating when the golem protected them. “Is crying Anthony’s typical manner of celebration?”

“Man, he’d been awake for several days. Anyone would cry after years of hard work paid off,” Clint scoffed. “Now come on. We’re not supposed to be down here without permission ever since Bucky accidentally set himself on fire. With the exception of Steve because his scales protect him.”

Loki pretended that didn’t worry him and followed the other monster out of the workshop.

Bucky and Steve were morose.

“Unbecoming,” Natasha said.

Loki did not snort. He wanted to. “Quite.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Steve ordered without his usual heat. He slithered off the couch and onto the floor. “Why does he have to leeeeave?”

“Tony’s very important,” Bucky replied, trying to sound proud, but mostly sounding petulant. “The humans need his time.”

“Humans can go blow!” Steve snapped, then slithered under the couch.

Loki leaned toward Natasha, frowning.

“Yeah, I have no idea. Basically he wants humans to just leave Tony alone because they’re hogging him.”

“Oh,” Loki said, and only vaguely understood. “Where is Anthony?”

Natasha shrugged. “Showing off some new bomb. The humans are excited about it.”

“Anthony makes… bombs?”

“Weapons,” she amended. “Of all sorts. It would be disappointing except for the way he gushes about keeping America’s troops safe.I don’t understand humans and their wars, but I can respect that Tony wants to keep people safe.”

Loki frowned thoughtfully. “With the golems he created, I had expected him to be purely a creator. Not a destroyer as well.”

Natasha turned to stare at him, then assumed when he said ‘golems’ that he meant Tony’s robots. “Tony’s a human,” she said after a moment. “They’ve always created and destroyed. Holding Tony to a different standard simply because he is more brilliant than other humans would be unfair.”

“Mm,” Loki hummed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Anthony was an interesting human, at least. The creatures were so vapid these days, it was refreshing to find one that was different. He could not say whether he liked or disliked the boy, but he was interested to see what more he could create.

“Guys!” Bruce exclaimed, bursting into the living room. “Guys!

Loki stepped back further into the shadows. He did not fear Bruce. But the creature he turned into… that creature was a terrifying mixture of Old and new, a creature of rage and instinct. He stayed out of its way as much as possible.

Steve slithered out from under the couch in concern, and Bucky unfolded from being curled up on top of one of Tony’s old sweaters. Clint hopped around to face the room instead of glaring outside. Natasha took a step forward, face set into a serious mask to hide the trepidation the tone Bruce had taken had caused.

“I was listening–I was listening to the radio,” Bruce panted, clutching his chest. His eyes flickered green and brown. “To hear what Tony–To keep at least an ear on him-! His convoy was attacked! He–everyone’s dead–”

It felt as if the room had dropped several degrees.

Bruce clutched the doorway, making an annoyed sound when he crushed it in his palm, wood splintering everywhere. “Not–Not Tony. But the soldiers he was with–they, they’re all dead. Tony–they took Tony.”

Clint let out a horrified screech.

“What do we do?” Bucky asked quickly, standing. “Bruce, what do we do?”

“All we know is that he’s in Afghanistan,” Bruce admitted, the green in his eyes staying longer, visibly struggling to keep to this form. “And there’s–there’s mountains and caves. It would take so long to find him–who knows what condition he’d be in by the time we got there.”

Steve writhed anxiously for a few seconds, then steeled himself. “We have to do something. We can’t just–just leave him out there!”

“The people there are very religious, or very superstitious,” Natasha pointed out. “We’re monsters. They’ll shoot first and ask questions later. We won’t be any good to Tony dead.”

Clint crushed the windowsill in his talons angrily. “We won’t be any good to Tony sitting on our asses, either!”

Bruce let out a wounded sound before he roared, and suddenly the Hulk was there instead, destroying the rest of the doorway, reaching out to grab one of the couches and flinging it across the room.

“Br–Hulk!” Steve exclaimed helplessly. “No! We need–we can’t just destroy things until we figure something out-!”

Loki stepped forward, scowling, gold threads wrapping around the Hulks arms before he could throw anything or anyone else. “This is not conducive to a rescue, creature.

The Hulk roared, and tugged, and his hooves skidded across the floor in the effort to hold the other monster tight in the gold threads

“You will not threaten me,” Loki said, even though he felt frightened, even though this monster of Old and new was tugging his magic around like so much paper. “You will not threaten me while a Creator needs you to stay calm. You are doing him no service destroying his things.”

Hulk roared again, swinging around, and Loki nearly–nearly–yelped as his hooves skidded across the floor again, losing his balance.

Clint caught him by the antlers with a screech, holding him upright. “Don’t let him go!”

Loki had no intention of doing so, because he was quite certain that the Hulk would turn his aggression on him instead. Still, he couldn’t help his surprise when Steve and Natasha both ran at and then leapt upon the monster.

Steve’s tail constricted around the Hulk’s arms, holding them in place, and Natasha skittered as quickly as she could, wrapping her silk around him, trying to keep him pinned. Bucky scrambled over to press his back against Loki’s front, his paw pads much more suited to the wooden floor than the Old monster’s hooves.

The Hulk continued to roar angrily, struggling, but with the combined force of Loki’s magic and Natasha’s silk, they eventually subdued him. Loki didn’t relax until the other monster stopped roaring, and still kept a thread of magic wrapped around him just in case.

“…Let us never do that again,” Loki suggested, and the other four monsters nodded tiredly.

“What are we going to do?” Natasha asked softly, and it was… most concerning, to see how her shoulders hunched and the way she twisted her fingers in fear. “There are so many nooks and crannies in the desert where he could be. I–I’m not suited for the desert, really. I… could manage perhaps. But I would definitely be out of place.”

Bucky sat down on the floor, looking forlorn. “It would be too hot for me with my fur, wouldn’t it? And the sands would blow around so much–I wouldn’t find a scent anyway.”

“I could?” Steve offered, but then his face crumpled. “I’m no tracker, though. I’d survive and then have nothing to show for it. It’s no use, me going, if I have no idea where he’d be.”

“And it’s not like I could help you with that,” Clint admitted bitterly, roosting on Loki’s antlers. “If they have him in a cave, I’d have no idea.”

Loki opened his mouth to tell him to get off, but the other monster wasn’t heavy, and he was… quite tired after that struggle. “…I know someone who could help.”

“Will they eat him?” Steve asked immediately.

Loki gaped at him, appalled.

“I was going to eat him the first time we met,” Natasha explained.

“…Well,” Loki said.

“Tony bribed me with soup.”


“So will they eat him, or not?” Bucky asked, scowling. “Because if there’s a chance they’ll eat him, we decline. Strenuously.”

“He will not eat Anthony,” Loki sighed, and allowed himself the luxury of rolling his eyes, hard. “…Admittedly, he has not had much interaction with present-day humans, howev–”

Clint squawked. “You wanna send one of your kind after him!? They’re totally gonna eat him!”

“He will not!” Loki snapped, and then scolded himself, fuming, for sounding like a child. “This is his only chance. We can’t just let him gallivant all over looking for Anthony,” he added, motioning at the Hulk.

The monsters grumbled angrily, but truly, their hands were tied. There was no telling if Jim had been killed or injured when the convoy was attacked, so Tony could very well be all alone out there. All alone, and possibly injured, and maybe wondering if someone could come help him, like they’d done before.

They couldn’t just leave him out there. So they agreed.

Tony shivered. He could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. “You get many storms out here?”

Yinsen hummed thoughtfully as he stared down at the backgammon board. “Depends on the season, really.”

Thunder rumbled again. Tony kind of wished he was closer to the entrance of the cave, so he could see the lightning and count to see how close the storm was.

Yinsen lifted his head, frowning. “…It’s not the season, though.”

Tony covered his ears as thunder suddenly crashed… in the cave? The Ten Rings were yelling, and shooting, but the thunder came again, only… only it sounded an awful lot like roaring.

Tony yelped when the cave lit up, electricity crackling over the walls. Yinsen was yelling something, clutching at him, dragging him toward the back of the cave. Tony turned and choked back a scream when he saw the hulking figure there, one of his captors crushed under a single, massive paw.

Essays in Existentialism: Strip

“haha that student looks a lot like the girl i was hired to strip for last week oh wait” teacher’s aid au

“Go ahead, all the way back,” a voice accompanied the hand that tilted the shot glass so that there was no other alternative but to drink the rest. “That’s my girl. Taught her well.” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drink so much!” 

“Another round!” 

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On promises made and kept

For @bgonemydear, who wanted reunited childhood sweethearts in a historical au.

The train hadn’t finished slowing down when Bellamy hopped off.  It had been years since he had been back to Arkadia— six, as a matter of fact— and already he could tell things were different.  There was a train station, for one.  No more walking to Polis and catching the train there.  There was a bank now too, and soon enough there would be a law firm, too.  

Bellamy left the station and turned down the main thoroughfare.  His mother and Octavia wouldn’t be expecting him until tomorrow, but he had decided last night he couldn’t wait.  He’d taken an earlier train and would come back for his things with the wagon tomorrow.

Murphy saw him first.  He waved from the porch of the general store and went back to sweeping, a very different man from when Bellamy had left.  He was married now, Octavia said, and far more settled.  The town had changed and the people had too, which he supposed was the general order of things.  He wasn’t the same boy who left.  The Bellamy Blake who had left Arkadia had been a boy from a poor claim who only owned the shirt on his back and two tattered books and now he was a lawyer with an expensive suit and a position at Charles Pike’s firm, coins jangling in his pockets as he walked.  

He had paid off the mortgage the first chance he got, and now his mother rented the land out to other farmers for pasture.  That was all it was good for, anyway, and Bellamy made more than enough to keep them comfortable.  He rounded the corner separating his mother’s land from the Millers’ and heard a joyful shout in the distance.

Octavia had seen him from a quarter mile off and she was running to him, her skirts flying as she pumped her arms.  She threw herself into his arms with a screech and he swung her around.  “You weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow,” she scolded, and he laughed and set her down.

“I got impatient.  Are you complaining?”

Octavia grinned and punched him in the shoulder.  “Never.”

His mother’s reaction was more subdued but no less joyful, and she insisted on making a roast even though he protested that the chicken she was going to make for herself and Octavia was more than sufficient.  But all throughout dinner she cast him careful, measured looks, and when Octavia was preoccupied with the washing she pulled him aside.

“Have you seen her?”

“No,” he said quickly, but his eyes darted to the window towards the Griffin homestead anyway.

“I thought you might have gone to see her first,” she said.  “I would have understood.”

Even after all these years, it hurt.  By all rights he should have been going to see Clarke first.  He should be coming back to marry her; he would be, in fact, if she had agreed to wait.  That was all he wanted— all he’d ever wanted.  Almost as much as he’d wanted an education.  

But she didn’t want him.

As the sun sank below the horizon he found himself pulling on his boots.  “Want some company?” Octavia asked, but he shook his head.  

“Just want to take a walk,” he said, and that was some of the truth.  Mostly, he wanted to show himself he could remember Clarke without falling apart.

He went straight for the tree on the rise between their property.  There had been some dispute over who found it first, him or Clarke, and for the first year they warred over it like opposing armies.  But at some point their enmity had shifted to friendship, and soon they used it as a meeting spot.  There was a hollow in it the perfect size for hiding treasures, and for years they left notes for each other there.  

The tree had been host to other things too, hesitant kisses and fumblings that were sweet and bright in his memory, with a clarity he had spent six years hoping to shake.  The sky turned orange and purple and pink and he sat down, thinking of all the times he had been in this very spot, his back leaning against the tree while Clarke sketched.  Sometimes she would lay her head in his lap and let him card his fingers through her hair, lulling her into a doze until their mothers shouted for them.

The tree was where he asked her to marry him, and where she broke his heart.  That’s not the life I want, she had said, her face immobile and cold.  He had left angry but that anger had turned to sadness by the time he arrived in his boarding house, but by then it was too late.  He started dozens of letters to her but none of them felt right, so in the end he simply told himself it was a childhood love and nothing more.

Sitting next to the tree now, six years later, he knew that was a lie.  He reached into the hollow out of idle curiosity, but his hand brushed something that didn’t belong.  It was hard, wrapped in waxy canvas, and when he pulled it out and unwrapped it, he recognized it.

Abby Griffin had kept it on the hutch near her doctoring kit, a plain, unremarkable wooden box except for the initials JG carved into the top.

It was Clarke’s.  That much was certain.  It was Clarke’s and he had no right to pry, but he told himself this tree didn’t just belong to her.  And he had spent so long yearning for anything of hers that the temptation was just to great.  He lifted the lid and all the air left his lungs at the sight of his name in her deliberate, careful cursive.  

Dozens and dozens of letters, and as he flipped through them he saw each one was addressed to him, all with a date marked neatly in the corner.  He chose one at random and looked at the date— three years ago.  Another was from five years ago, and one on the top was dated that very year.

His vision swam and he felt lightheaded.  Behind him the prairie grass rustled and he turned to see Clarke frozen five feet away.  “You found them,” she said, breathless.  “I heard you were back, and—”

He drank in the sight of her— she was just as he remembered but different too, like everything.  Some of her curves were softer and some of the lines of her face were sharper, but she was still Clarke, still so beautiful it hurt to look at her.  “You wrote to me,” he said dumbly.

Clarke sank to her knees and snatched the letters away.  She stuffed them haphazardly into the box without looking up.  “I never sent them,” she mumbled.

“You wrote to me,” he repeated.  “You— I thought you— you said no.  You said you didn’t love me,” he stammered out.  “Right here.  Six years ago.  I asked you to wait for me, and you said no.”

She sniffled and kept her eyes on the box.  Her hand shook as she fumbled with the latch and she shook her head.  “I never said I didn’t love you,” Clarke said quietly.

“I asked you to marry me,” he said again.  “You said no.”

“Because I didn’t want you to come back,” she said and looked up.  Her eyes gleamed but her chin was lifted, proud and fierce.  “I didn’t want this life for you.  You deserved better.  It wasn’t because— I never said I didn’t love you.  I did.”

“And right did you have to decide that for me?”

She tore her eyes away from him.  “None.  But I also knew I would never forgive myself if you came back here just for me.  I wanted you to be free– free to choose without feeling beholden to me.”

Bellamy picked up a letter she had missed and looked at the date.  “You wrote to me last week,” he said.  A hope he thought was long extinguished bloomed in his chest.  “Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you still love me?”

“What does that matter now?”

Bellamy lifted her chin with his finger so she was looking at him.  “Do you still love me?”

“How could I ever stop?” she said with a half-laugh, half sob caught in her throat.

Bellamy had won awards in school for his speeches.  He was devastating in the courtroom with them, and he could marshal them to win any argument, convince any opponent.  But here, words failed him.  

So he caught her face in his hands and kissed her instead.