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In case you were wondering what happened to Alex’s backbone in season eleven, 
apparently he left it somewhere in season ten.

I regret not doing this before (Peter Parker x Reader)

Heyyyooo! It’s me again, the annoying and desperate imagine writer :D I’m sorry this took SOO long but I was busy crying over the comic-con interviews I watched (since I wasn’t there again this year, as usual)  Thank you so much for over  180 notes on my first and 100 notes on my second imagine! I hope that I’m getting better on writing.

By the way, I tried making Peter not that shy in this imagine to make it different.

Originally posted by team-spidey

Request: Yes

Word Count: 1,616

Summary: You and Peter Parker hate each other so much. Then something  really shocking happens…

Warnings: Mentions of killing

It was another day on Stark Tower. No one was up yet so you decided to benefit the peaceful moment by having a coffee and reading one of your novels in your room. Just when you were enjoying the silence, you heard noises coming from the kitchen. Two people were shouting at each other but you couldn’t understand what it was about and who were they. You groaned: “So I can only enjoy my life for like what? Three minutes?” and headed to the kitchen to understand what was going on.

You saw Steve and Bucky having an argument about something.

Steve: Oh so I’m THE ONE WHO STARTED THIS RIDICILOUS ARGUMENT RIGHT?

Bucky: Well maybe if YOU could have shut up for a second and listen to me, than this DAMN CONVERSATION WOULDN’T BE AN ARGUMENT STEVE!

You were shocked. Not because they were fighting or shouting at each other, it was because it was only 7 am in the morning and literally no one had an argument before at least 9 am in the Tower. You started to have a headache and you were fed up with them so you yelled:
“I’M SORRY BUT WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”

They both turned around and faced you. They were really quiet for like thirty seconds then Steve quietly said: “B-Bucky was trying to show me, how to use this new phone we got together. I kept asking questions but all he did was yelling at me. Then I got angry and yelled at him too.”

You wanted to laugh at the situation but you were so angry at them, not letting you have a single quiet moment. The Avengers were always like this. You loved them all, but they became childish at times and sometimes it drove you crazy. They would fight over stupid things.

Although you and Peter were the youngest in the Avengers, and you hated each other so much, your fights were never like this. You guys would just secretly glare at each other, sometimes attack each other with sarcasm and in the trainings, you guys would fight each other harder than you normally should.

You glared at both of them and said: “So I hope you two guys have realized how stupid this argument was as you both are ADULTS, not to mention that you are over 90 years old.”

They stared at each other in silence for a moment then Bucky said: “I’m sorry Steve, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

They hugged and the Tower was all peaceful again. Until five minutes later Tony and Peter showed up in the kitchen.

“Good morning Y/N! Do you know what the hell that argument was about?”

You had a sip from your coffee then said: “I have no idea Stark. Sometimes I don’t know who is the teenager and who is the 90 years old in this team.” Peter laughed at your joke silently. Even though you guys didn’t like each other much, you would be friendly at times. There was no reason for you guys to hate each other but ever since you met, you never had a proper conversation and had been competing over everything. Whether it’s who will go to the next mission with Captain or who will finish the apple pie first competition, you guys would always be the enemies.

You grabbed you coffee cup and headed your room, so no one can bother you anymore.  However, now everyone was up in the tower, Thor and Banner were having  a conversation about something you don’t care to listen, Nat and Clint were silently having their breakfast,  Vision and Wanda were walking towards you.

“Hey Y/N Good morning!”

“Good morning Wanda” you smiled and kept walking. You changed your mind before you came to your room because since everyone was up, there was no need to try to relax in your room. Instead, you decided to train on your own for a while.

When you arrived to the training room you were relieved that no one was there. You were not in the mood for training with anyone.  You got ready, changed your clothes and started training with your usual boxing workout. Just when you were so focused with your punches, there was some white, sticky liquid all over your hands and you couldn’t move them. You groaned, of course it was Parker, he was trying to annoy you. You turned around and saw him smirking: “Hey Y/N!”

“Oh Hey Parker! Didn’t realize this disgusting liquid was coming out of you” You smiled sarcastically.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to bother your training but Tony said we all needed to work out today and we all need a partner. I was going to ask you but you were so focused I was afraid you may kill me ‘accidentally’”

You mumbled: “Yeah, I’m sure that would be a total ‘accident’”

“I’m Sorry? I couldn’t hear what you said?”

“Nothing. Why did you choose me. Do you want to make this day worse for me or yourself, since I may really kill you today, in this training.”

“Don’t worry for me. We need to start training now. Others will come in an hour I think.”

“Okay, let’s begin.”

It had been thirty minutes since you guys started training, you both hadn’t say a word to each other. The only sounds coming out both of you were either because of pain or the joy of seeing the other person being in pain.

“H-Hey- I-I think we should… we should- stop for a while?..”  said Peter breathing heavily. You just nodded your head because you could barely breathe. Normally you wouldn’t be in so much pain and you wouldn’t be this tired if you were training with someone else but with Peter, you guys were really hard on each other, you were nearly going to faint.

You sat next to Peter while he was drinking water you watched him. How could he be so hot while he was sweaty and with that messy hair? You couldn’t think anything but kissing him. Then you were froze fro a moment because of what you thought. You hated Peter! What was all these thoughts about. He turned to you and your faces were really close to each other.

“Why are you staring at me?” He laughed lightly.

“What? I’m not staring at you!” You said, ironically, staring deeply into his eyes.

“Are you sure? Because you look like you want to kiss me right now.” He smirked.

“Yeah. I would love to kiss the boy who annoys me 24/7.” You laughed sarcastically and turned your face to another direction in order to be far away from his face. Because being that close with him made you blush and you didn’t want Peter to see it. You were lucky, your face was already red because of that training.

Peter shrugged: “Whatever. I already have a girlfriend.” You were shocked for a moment. Peter had a girlfriend? You felt angry and upset at the same time. You were literally jealous because Peter Parker was taken. You couldn’t have imagined that you would think about him this way but here you were, nearly crying over Peter. Then you realized, ever since you met him, you kept ignoring him because you fell for him. You knew you wouldn’t have the courage to get close to him, date him, so you avoided him every time you two were in the same room. Now, you were angry at yourself, if you could have just be friendly with him since the beginning he could have been yours right now. You wouldn’t have need to suppress your urge to make out with him, every time you see him. You were filled with regret so you got up and started walking towards the door.

“Y/N where are you going?” Peter asked, confused.

You didn’t know what to say, so you blurted out: “Why don’t you ask your girlfriend?” angrily.

Peter didn’t understand what you just said for a moment, then he started smirking: “Oh, so you are jealous that’s what this is all about?”

“Peter, I don’t know if you are aware of this but for the last time, you annoy me. Why would I be jealous of someone I don’t care a bit about?”

Peter came closer to you. There were nearly no space between your faces.

“So, if I kiss you right now, wouldn’t you kiss me back?” he whispered, staring at your lips.

Your heart was racing so fast. You didn’t know what to do. Were all these real or were you in a dream?

“W-well. Wouldn’t your girlfriend be mad?”

“If she existed…Yeah..” Then he kissed your softly.  You didn’t know what to do, you kissed him back. Your heart was nearly going to get out of your chest and Peter putting his hands all over your waist (maybe a little lower) wasn’t making it any better. You were feeling so many things at the same time. The only feeling you were sure about was that you needed this immediately when you first met him.

“I-I regret not doing this before” he whispered and kept kissing you, harder than before.

Just when he grabbed you by your waist, you put your legs all over him and he started carrying you to the couch, you both heard some noises.

“Tony, I swear to God, can you shut up for a second?! They will realize we have been watching them.” You guys broke the kiss and turned around. All the Avengers were behind the door, secretly spying on you guys. Your face was redder than ever, and Peter’s wasn’t different than yours.

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3.16.17

intake: 440 cals
+ 16 oz bolthouse farms berry boost (260)
+ 2 oz italian bread (180)

notes:
have to eat a low fat diet over the next few weeks so basically just carbs galore. sticking to basic plain foods that won’t upset my digestion so a lot of fruit, veggies, and plain bread. haven’t had a BM since before surgery on sunday so hopefully i go soon because the constipation with the bloating from the co2 they pumped into my abdomen hurts so bad.

@stationary-void it is really nice to know that there are people who are just as angry and upset by these problems as i am.
I honestly didnt expect that post to blow up as much as it did (180+ notes is about 170 more notes than i was expecting) and i even gained over 10 new followers which is a happy bonus. (What are you all here for? This blog is just a clusterfuck of fandom and things i find funny. I must make more ace art to please you all)
This is getting away from me. I guess the point is im happy that the Post has resonated with so many people and has even been shared on the asexual ACES facebook page but at the same time it sucks that people are made to feel bad and im so angry that the media refuses to acknowledge us. And this not only goes for aces, but for bi and pan people as well. We all deserve so much better than we get.
And also. Im really angry about what riverdale did to jughead. Im never going to let that go. And neither should anyone else.

@xfenharel

He followed the Inquisitor, always half a step behind. She smiled at the residents of Redcliff as they walked by, a smile so soft, so knowing and brave–even as Varric jabbed at some undoubtedly inappropriate quality of the towne with lighthearted and misplaced humor, even as Cassandra scolded and squabbled with the dwarf.

The Inquisitor rotated on the balls of her feet, a complete 180°, and he notes the way her hair dances, and then–

He tosses a hand hastily in front of himself, erects a barrier just in time for the cheese wheel to bounce off and out of harms way, and then his breath catches up with him, a long and sudden sigh.

The Inquisitor, and then he notes the rest of his party, is unharmed. Thus his attention shifts to the direction of the assault, eyes narrowed and sharp.

Shava shot out of the bushes like an arrow and scurried up a tree as gracefully as she could with her arms full of cheese wheels.  Which is to say, not graceful at all.  But somehow, she managed to pull herself up onto one of the higher branches.  

Before she could allow herself to breathe, one of the wheels slipped from her grasp. Shava’s blood went cold as the cheese descended to its demise.  Her throat went dry.  If she acted fast, she might be able to get it back in time.

Struggling to maintain her grip on the wheels, Shava swung herself off of the branch and landed near where the escaped wheel landed.  Her ankles stung from the impact, but it was faster than actually bothering to climb down.  It was then when she noticed the small group of people standing there, as well as the magical barrier that just flickered out of existence.

Shava’s wide eye glanced back and forth between the cheese wheel and the mage, hoping he would allow her to run off with it.

anonymous asked:

So what are some of your most popular posts? :D

You know, this ask was actually rather timely, because I just recently reached another milestone for my blog!

So I suppose it’d be nice to take a trip down memory lane with some of my most popular posts :D

Now then, to answer your question, I’ll assume that any text post or rant with over 1,000 notes constitutes being popular (because it’s much easier for gif sets and artwork to accumulate notes). So with that in mind, these are my most popular posts, from least to most popular (the notes are obviously only accurate as I type this):

Naruto and Sakura (1,021 notes)

SS’s Unconditional Support of Each Other (1,115 notes)

Even The Roughest Woman Is Tender to the Guy She Loves (1,180 notes)

Team 7′s Dreams For the Future (1,192 notes)

Sasuke Cared (1,242 notes)

What Kishi Wants You To Hear (1,593 notes)

The SS Ship Captains (1,610 notes)

Sasuke Uchiha - A Timeline of Significant Events (1,693 notes)

The Biggest SS Shipper (1,874 notes)

Sakura Haruno - From a Girl to a Legendary Kunoichi (2,000 notes)

In Honour of the Biggest Tsun/Kuudere (2,048 notes)


As you can see, my most popular post is kinda in a league of its own! Lol:

Popular Claims About Sakura (3,639 notes)

But yeah, there you go Anon ^_^

okay im not a very popular person so this is a big deal for me i love you guys so much just last week i was at 20 notes this feels really good to know people actually like me thank you so so much …. by the way im always up for suggestions so if you guys want my blog to turn into something particular let me know it can be anything because i write stories i just never post them because im afraid of judgment but just because i see people actually like me i might i also love drawing so please let me know if you want to see something im always up for new ideas  <3 also shout out to my biggest fans because they mean alot to me i dont know why but i was only able to tag these two instead of all 4 but you know who you are <3

@cumberbabe-mishamigo

@geek-for-living

Duct Tape and Safety Pins

By: SassyShoulderAngel319 (currently MrsWinxerSoldier)

Fandom/Character(s): Avengers - Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Rating: PG

Notes: (Masterlist) Chapter 2 of my fake-married story! Woohoo! And holy cow did this get an AMAZING response from everybody! I have NEVER gotten 180+ notes on a story before. THANKS GUYS! I’m sorry this isn’t an “X Reader” story (I tried writing it that way and it didn’t work), but I hope you keep liking it anyway! Also, side note, I decided to add the Chapter Titles. I just went and edited Chapter 1 “Emergency Engagement”.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 “Wedding Photoshop”

^^^^^

Steve came over about a half hour later, satchel hanging off his shoulder. “Hey kid!” he greeted brightly, giving me a hug. “Thought I’d come over and help you out.”

“With what?” I asked.

He pulled his laptop and drawing tablet out of his satchel. Though he preferred pen and paper, he was quite accomplished at digital art. “Well, most married couples have wedding pictures displayed in their home,” he answered. Bucky laughed from behind me, stood up, and came over to hug his best friend.

“Good idea,” the ex-assassin remarked. This idea is either getting way better, or way worse, I thought irritably. Steve sat down on my sofa. I sat on one side of him and expected Bucky to be on the other side, but instead he sat next to me and wrapped his metal arm around my shoulders.

Steve scrolled through several different kinds of wedding photos for a few minutes, lips pursed in thought. “Okay. We’re going to take a picture of you two,” he decided. “Are you wearing a camisole under that shirt?”

“Yeah…” I trailed off.

“Good. Take your shirt off.”

“What?!” I demanded.

“Take your shirt off,” Steve repeated. “I need to be able to see your body shape and most spring wedding dresses have bare arms. Go stand against that wall, both of you.” We did as we were told, me reluctantly pulling my green shirt off to reveal the white camisole I was wearing underneath. “Okay, Cass, stand on Bucky’s left and turn in so you’re facing him and then turn your head to look back at me,” Steve instructed. I did so. “Now put your hand on his chest—your left one to show off the ring. Once we have it I’ll add it to the picture.” I put my hand more on Bucky’s ribcage than his chest. “A little higher. Even higher. Act like you freaking like him, Cassandra! Put your hand higher!” Steve snapped jovially. When my fingers were practically resting on Bucky’s collarbone, Steve nodded in satisfaction. “Now Bucky, put your hands on her waist.” He paused as I felt flesh and metal through my cami. “On second thought, that’s a little too rigid. Relax a bit and rest your hands gently on her hips—like you like her!” Bucky did as instructed. “Okay, now smile like you’re hopelessly in love with each other!” the captain exclaimed. I grinned sarcastically for a moment before turning it into a happy smile.

I heard the shutter sound from Steve’s phone and the captain smiled.

“Perfect! You guys make good models!”

“Shut up,” I muttered. Steve snickered.

He flopped back down onto my sofa and Bucky and I resumed our seats—me putting my shirt back on. Steve pulled up Photoshop and lots of stock photos and set right to work. “Which dress do you like?” he asked, showing me about five dresses in the same position as I’d been in for the picture.

“The se—”

“Fourth one,” Bucky interrupted. I scrunched my eyebrows and turned to glare at him.

“It’s my wedding dress!” I snapped teasingly.

“Yeah, but that one would look pretty on you!” he protested.

I sighed dramatically. “Do the fourth one, Steve.”

“Okay. You two go off somewhere and get to know each other better while I finish this bit. When I need your opinions, I’ll give you a call.”

“Are you kicking me out of my own apartment?” I asked.

“Not at all. Just suggesting you two go learn how to pretend to be married.”

“That won’t be too hard given how much I seem to argue with everyone,” I muttered under my breath.

“That’s the spirit!” Steve said distractedly, digitally removing the straps of my bra and camisole so they wouldn’t interfere with putting the dress on over the clothes I was actually wearing. Bucky stood up and offered me his normal hand.

“C’mon. Let’s go for a walk around the block.”

So we did. Steve called once or twice asking if we preferred the woods or a field or a blurry city skyline for our background and if Bucky preferred a tie or a bowtie. Since Bucky picked the dress, I insisted he be put in a bowtie—which he didn’t seem to mind. Finally, after a while, Steve called one last time. “Okay. Your wedding picture is done. Come look,” was all he said before hanging up. Bucky and I rushed back to my apartment and slipped in. Bucky jumped over the back of the sofa and landed on one side of Steve while I—more conventionally—went around the other side and sat on the captain’s other side.

“Wow,” I muttered, looking at it in awe.

“And this, my friends, is why you can’t trust any picture you see anymore,” Steve remarked.

It looked like a real, professionally done photo—taken outside in actual wedding clothes instead of against a blank wall in my apartment. Bucky was in a formal tuxedo and I was in a grand wedding dress that suited my body shape while making me look a bit slimmer than maybe I actually was. His metal hand was covered by the veil falling from my long hair. “Impressive,” Bucky commented, whistling appreciatively.

“I’ll print it out, frame it, and bring it by tomorrow,” Steve commented, standing up.

“Thanks Steve,” I told him, deciding this would be an okay idea after all.

The super soldier gave me a big hug. “No problem. It was my pleasure—Mrs. Barnes.”

I whacked him in the chest as I let go. “Shut up.”

“You two are going to be teased about this until you actually get married. I hope you know that,” Steve whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes.

“Go away Captain,” I snapped.

He strolled over to the door, me tailing closely behind with Bucky still on the sofa. “I ship it!” Steve called before I slammed the door on him and locked it. I knew if he wanted to he could break the whole thing down with like zero effort, but I locked it anyway.

“How does he even know what that means?” I hissed under my breath.

“What does that mean?” Bucky asked.

I sighed. “I’m not even going to tell you.”

“Oh. Um… okay. Is it a bad thing?”

“No. But if I told you what it meant, you might get embarrassed or angry.”

“Huh. Alright then.” He stretched his metal arm over the back of the couch. “Come have a seat. Let’s talk.”

I sat down and let him drape his arm over my shoulders. He held me closer than I could have preferred, but I knew I’d have to get used to it if my grandma expected me to be deeply in love with this guy. We talked for several hours, well into late afternoon, before we got hungry. Bucky looked out at the dimming light and grinned, hopping to his feet.

“Let me treat you to dinner,” he said, offering me his hand.

“No,” I retorted.

“Why not?”

“Because I have food here and we don’t have to pretend yet. Let’s just make a TV dinner and watch a movie.” I took his hand, let him help me up, and opened some of my cupboards—and the freezer. I picked a frozen personal pizza. Bucky picked the same.

We sat close to each other while we ate and watched Megamind. Bucky thought it was hilarious.

As the sun went down and I got tired, I leaned my head on his shoulder. He brushed my hair with his metal hand idly as I relaxed.

“Should I stay over tonight? We might as well get used to sharing,” he remarked.

I shrugged, too tired to argue. “Okay,” I muttered. He helped me up and into the master bedroom. I know it sounds weird, single girl living alone has a king-size bed, but I did have a king-size bed. I slept firmly on one side of it to make it easier to make in the mornings, but I had a big bed. “You can use the bathroom first,” I commented.

“I’ll shower in the morning.”

“Okay then I’ll use the bathroom first.” I took everything I needed into the bathroom, took a shower, changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth, pulled my hair back into a braid, and left. Bucky was looking at the picture of me and my family on my bedside table when I went into the bedroom.

He took his turn to brush his teeth and whatever else and came back in. I was already in the covers on my usual side, laying on my left shoulder so my back was to him.

Bucky pulled the covers down on his side before stopping. “Do you mind that I sleep without a shirt on?” he asked.

I was too tired to care. “No.”

I heard fabric rustling and then felt him get in. “Good. Thank you.” I shrugged.

We fell asleep with our backs to each other, almost as far away as we could be.

So you’ll imagine how surprised I was when I woke up the next morning.