Hi, I know that this will prolly damper your mood or something but idk love, i miss my ex a lot but just the thought f him CHEATING on me just hurts more than I think a hooking from Harry would hurt...what do i do?
Hey there sunshine. Don’t worry, I’m always here for you to talk to.
And I’m going to admit, I don’t care that I’m short and have no clue where he is, I wanna fight your ex. He should have never ever done this to you, and you deserve the world my darling.
I would suggest right now, for you to try and relax, or distract yourself, or do little things that make you feel better.
Maybe take a nap. I know personally, if I ever feel absolutely terrible, I’ll just curl up and take a nap. Usually with something comfortable to wear and maybe my earbuds in. It lets you escape for a little while. And I know with me, I usually feel exhausted or drained after getting rejected/having a shitty day/etc, so I need to recharge.
Take a warm bath/shower. I’m not a person really to take baths, but I’ll take a warm shower because for me, it helps to just warm up and feel clean. And it can calm you as well sometimes. I do a lot of thinking in the shower too, sometimes it’s about the thing that hurt me or made me upset. Or sometimes it’s about something that makes me happy.
Listen to music and/or read. I will plug my headphones in and just listen to songs that make me feel better or I’m relating to at the moment. It helps me focus or feel better. Reading is a big thing too, if I am feeling particularly terrible, I’ll look up headcanons or imagines of my favorite character to make me feel better. Or you can read a book.
Do things that make you calm or that you enjoy. You wanna write? Do it, sometimes I’ll write when I’m upset, sometimes I won’t. Watch videos that make you laugh. Or just relax. Do something you enjoy or that you want to do. Don’t force yourself to do something that will make you unhappy or upset/stressed/whatever.
You’re going to hurt, but he is not worth your tears. Not after what he’s done to you. I know that it hurts, and you miss him, but it will get better. And one day you’ll find someone who worships you, and won’t do this shit to you.
Because you deserve the world sunshine, you don’t deserve any of this. You are sweet and kind and talented, and it’ll get better, it will take time, but it’ll get better.
And if you ever need someone to talk to, rant to, need someone to write you something or anything. I’m always here darling. But keep your chin up, it’ll get better. And I’m totally ready to fight anyone if you need me too. (And I’m sure @daughterofgaston is too) 💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜
16/02/17 ~ Hey Sunshine by Tia Giacalone; When you include a love interest who looks like Charlie Hunnam and I quote the narrator “if Jax Teller had a brother, it would definitely be Beckett Fox” then you must know I’m already in love with him.
summary: you decide to wear one of peter’s shirts for picture day, causing nothing but cute fluff between you and you’re beautiful boyfriend.
warnings: LOTS of fluff, you know what it isssss :’)
“Why don’t I have at least one cute thing in my closet?” you whined in annoyance after throwing another piece of clothing on the ground. Picture day was by far your least favorite day of the year, and that’s exactly what today was. The struggle of your hair not being frizzy, to finding the perfect outfit - it was the worst day, a day that should not exist. Every year you had a horrible picture that was plastered in the yearbook forever, making you a lot more insecure about your appearance than you were before. You were far from photogenic. It didn’t help that your mom felt obligated to buy the picture every single year and framing them in the living room as if it were some masterpiece.
Eyes scanning your closet, nearly losing all hope and thinking why don’t i just say i’m sick and skip school, you land on the perfect shirt. You borrowed your boyfriend Peter’s clothes often, loving the sweet scent they had, hardly ever feeling lonely when wearing them. You had at least 4 of his sweatshirts and t-shirts, all of them stolen which led to you getting texts saying: ‘babe did u take my red hoodie????? I can’t find it.’
His red flannel was by far your favorite. It was the first article of clothing that you ever borrowed of his, being very special to you - you stole it. He literally doesn’t know why half his damn wardrobe is missing. Such a clueless, sweet boy.
“Perfect.” You smiled, holding the article of clothing to your chest, taking in the scent of your boyfriend, and put on the flannel, not even thinking that Peter would notice. It won’t make a difference, you thought.
“Oh, my god, i look horrible.” you exclaim, holding your new ID card that had your picture displayed on it, walking out of the cafeteria where picture day took place. It was by far the worst picture you have ever taken. Your hair gotten frizzy due to the gloomy weather, eyebrows looked wonky, and you absolutely hated the way your smile looked. I swear the flannel was going to help. It definitely did not help. Why is my life so messy, like my hair.
“You look fine, dude. Don’t worry.” Your friend assures you. The only thing you were worried about was Peter seeing how awful you looked. Not that he’d break up with you or anything, because homeboy was way too in love with you, but it was embarrassing and you just wanted to delete the photo from your memories and the world. “I can’t let Peter see this. Never. I look so gross.” You say running your hand through your hair, wishing the photo would burn into a million pieces as you and your friend walk the nearly empty halls.
“Have fun stopping him from doing so,” you turned around to see Peter walking towards you with a sweet smile on his face. It was mid afternoon, and the poor boy hadn’t seen his favorite person all morning. He was especially excited to see your new ID photo. Your friend slowly and awkwardly walks away, muttering something about having to go wash their cat. Bitch, you’re allergic to cats.
You mentally throw your shoe at her before walking closer to your boyfriend, very nervous.
Hello! I'm a curious anon who wants to be not ignorant on asexuality cause i gotta be a good ally, so i was wondering if you could explain it? sometimes i get confused like, they say asexual people also have sex but i thought that would negate asexuality? also how do you know you're asexual, how do you know the difference between romantic attraction and sexual attraction? sorry if i'm asking a lot of questions i just wanna be Educated™
hey there, sunshine!!! OK, let me explain EVERYTHING.
so, asexuality is when a person does not feel sexual attraction to other people. sexual attraction is - this is kind of hard for me, as I’m ace myself, to explain it without it sounding a bit weird, maybe?! - but it’s the feeling of looking at someone and being turned on by them, I guess? the feeling of looking at them and wanting to have sex with them, and feeling aroused by the idea of having sex with them. this is something that asexual people do not feel.
this is separate from feelings of romantic attraction, which is not to do with sex and all to do with intimacy of heart - and how you express that romantic intimacy varies from person to person. for a lot of people, it involves stuff like kissing and holding hands and going on dates and flowers and stuff. pretty much, if it’s your heart going !!!!!! then it’s romantic, and if it’s your down-there lair going !!!!!!!!, then that’s sexual.
asexuality, like many sexualities, is not an absolute: it’s a spectrum! the spectrum of asexuality includes - but is not limited to - demisexuality (being attracted to someone only after a strong emotional bond has been formed with them), grey-asexuality (feeling sexual attraction to other people very rarely, or very weakly, or a combination of both), and asexuality itself, which is simply never feeling sexual attraction.
as for the question about sex negating asexuality, there are many reasons an asexual person might have sex:
to experience physical intimacy with someone they care about a lot, even if they are not sexually attracted to them
because they know their partner enjoys it, and they get enjoyment out of pleasing their partner
because not feeling sexual attraction doesn’t mean not feeling sexual arousal. you can be asexual but still want to have sex, it’s just that you’re not able to find someone you particularly want to have sex with. I’ve seen an analogy that goes like this: you know that feeling where you’re hungry, and you open the cupboard, and everything you see you’re like… nah… but you’re still hungry? yeah, that. eventually you might end up eating something that you don’t feel especially drawn to, just because you’re hungry.
because sex can be really fun! even if you’re not attracted to your partner, sex can be enjoyable (and I am speaking from experience here)
to have kids! some asexual people want to raise a family.
on a less positive note, society kind of demands sex of people. it’s seen as a young person’s rite of passage, as the cementing of romantic feelings, as a given in any long-term relationship. it’s something that friends bond over, their sex stories; it’s part of drinking games, it’s often part of TV and books and movies, it’s a whole world that demands to be understood or else you risk feeling like - and being treated like - a child. asexual people may feel pressured to have sex, even when not wanting to, just to fit in. this is a not-cool reason.
that is absolutely not an exhaustive list but hopefully it gives you some idea of some reasons why ace people might have sex! still very much asexual before, during, and after.
lastly, you ask how people know they’re asexual… this one is kind of hard to answer. personally, I figured it out pretty late. I’d always assumed that everyone was kind of deciding to be attracted to people, like I was, and it was only after some revealing conversations with friends that I realised - no, most people don’t have to try to force attraction with decisions, it just happens naturally.
often, the Realisation Process begins with doing a little bit of reading and recognising yourself in the things you’re learning! if you want to know more, I seriously recommend AVEN - click here! - a website which has a crap ton of info!! thank you for your question, I appreciate you wanting to learn and be a good ally - it makes all the difference to have educated, accepting allies out there in the big wide world. you’re wonderful, and hope I helped! <3
Gemini: You can tear your flesh off if you want, but you won’t find the being you’re hoping for under there. Just some weird coloured muscle and a skeleton.
Cancer: When a total collapse of the earth’s crust occurs there will be no time to apologize for the bullshit you pulled. Take care of that mess now. Be prepared.
Leo: Hey, did you know that this is a really bad idea? Scream twice for “yes”. We’ll wait. It’ll reach us eventually.
Virgo: Find a pack of playing cards and scatter them. Tell everyone you’re conducting an experiment to see who picks up what card and what this could possibly mean based on highly scientific ideas assigned to each card. Repeat. Amuse yourself as you watch them clean up your pointless mess time and time again.
Libra: Pour a drink out for all the fucks you once gave. May they rest in peace.
Scorpio: Write down your dreams. Fold the papers into triangles. Place them in a copper bowl and set them aflame. Let the wind carry off all the things that trouble you in your sleep.
Sagittarius: This is not what we wanted. We make the best of it and carry on. You can too. You’ll manage.
Capricorn: Stop licking the whetstones.
Those three little dots on your arm were left by a small dragon. We wouldn’t go so far as to say she’s in love with you, but she’s pretty smitten. She likes the way you hum while you try to fall asleep.
It’s hard to greet you with “Hey, sunshine” when you always exude a miasma that rivals Satan’s.
You didn’t really know Harry. He had lived
two doors down from you for the last 8 months. He had introduced himself to you
when you had moved in and you frequently saw each other while entering and
exiting the apartment building but you didn’t really know much about him.
However with your frequent interactions, your daughter had become quite fond of
him, especially because he was so nice to her and gave her a funny face or a
big smile on the way past. She had even on occasion asked to visit him when she
was bored, but had never really acted on it. She was only three after all; she
didn’t really understand he was a stranger.
After a long stressful day of work, it had
been a lot more stressful then usual, (difficult clients were the worst) and
you had just picked up your daughter from day care. It was very late and you
were very tired, and looking after a three year old on top of all that was
hard, but you did it because she was the best thing that ever happened to you.
Her father wasn’t in the picture, so you shared your little apartment with her
and all her soft toys, and that was the way you liked it.
You got her situated in the living room
with a bowl of pasta and went into the bedroom to get changed into something
more comfortable, but instead decided to rest your head on the pillow for a
moment. Only a moment later you’d fallen asleep.
After a while your daughter got restless.
She hadn’t seen her mummy around for a while. She got up and checked the
kitchen, and again the living room but couldn’t find you. When she was eating
she was so used to you being in the room with her, that she couldn’t even think
of where else you could be.
She began to get scared and upset, and
didn’t have anyone to help her. That’s when she thought of Harry.
She stood up on her tippy toes, reaching
for the door handle, and walked down the hall to his front door, softly
At first Harry thought he was hearing
things. He had the TV on, but he was mostly looking at his phone, and the knock
had been so soft he could have missed it. However when he heard it again he got
up to investigate.
Opening the door he sees your daughter, at
first he smiles but then is a little confused because firstly you are not there
and secondly your front door in wide open.
“Hey sunshine,” says Harry. “What can I do
Your daughter looks up at him with wide
eyes. “I can’t find my mummy.”
Harry looks at the little girl confused.
“Why hunny? Where’d she go?”
You daughter starts to get a little more upset,
tears starting to form at the bottom of her eyes, “I dunno. She gone somewhere
Harry looked at your daughter
sympathetically. He didn’t know much about you but he could tell you were a
good mum. He was sure you wouldn’t have just left her alone in the apartment.
“Well how about we go and have a look
alright munchkin?” he asked. She just nodded in response.
He lifted her onto his hip and walked back
into your apartment, knocking on the open door first, but receiving no reply.
Harry looked around the living room. He
couldn’t see anything weird or strangely out of place.
“Where is mum usually hun? He asked your
daughter in a soft voice.
You daughter snuffled. “I dunno. She’s
always just with me.”
Harry chuckled under his breath. “Where’s
her bedroom. Did you check there?”
You daughter shook her head. “No. Id
fordot,” she mumbled into Harry’s shoulder, pointing in the direction of the
It was then that Harry saw your sleeping
form and chuckled under his breath again. You daughter squirmed and jumped out
of his arms.
“Mummy I found you!” she yelled waking you
up from your sleep.
You woke up with a shock, first from your
daughter’s loud voice, and then because of the man standing at the end of your
bed. It only took you a moment to realize who it was though.
“Harry? What are you doing here?” you asked
running your hand through you hair.
He laughed. “Your daughter couldn’t find
you so she came and asked for some help. That’s all. I’m glad you’re ok.”
You laughed and squeezed your daughter into
a hug. “You silly billy! I was right here!” you giggled.
She laughed. “Sorry mummy!” Now that she
had found you she was content and happy, going back to her dinner and movie in
the living room.
You looked back at Harry. “I’m so sorry
about that. She’s so silly sometimes.”
He laughed. “It’s alright. I’m glad she
trusts me enough that she can ask for help.”
You smiled. “Me too. But I hope it wasn’t
too much trouble. I mean she interrupted your night and…” before you could
finish he interrupted you.
“I honestly didn’t mind. She’s very cute.
Just like her mum.”
You smiled and blushed, a little taken for
“Anytime. But maybe next time she turns up
at my door, you can come to.”
“How long do you think we’ll last without those supplies? We’re looking at a twenty mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark we need to leave. Now” Clarke was trying to get people to move. The ark had dropped them on the wrong mountain, and without the supplies they would die quickly.
“I have a better idea” Bellamy spoke up, “You go and find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change.”
Delinquents shouted a ton of “yeah”’s in the air.
“You’re not listening. We all need to go” Wells spoke up, gesturing with his hands to try and get some motivation.
You stood near Bellamy and Octavia. You had ventured off not soon after landing, looking around the earth around you. You got back quick enough however, to see your boyfriend pick a fight with someone.
Requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera
Prompt: y/n and jughead are total opposites yet they balance each other out.
“WEDNESDAY ADDAMS,” the familiar and arrogant voice of Reggie shouts across the hall.
God, what now.
Reggie caught up and shoved me into a wall of lockers, it’s basically a daily routine now. He laughs and I roll my eyes wishing he can just go mess with some other poor guy.
“Now, I’ve had this question that has been waving in my mind for a while. And basically everyone in school have been wondering too…” Reggie raises his brow.
I shoved his arm away from the side of my head and rolled my eyes, “well what the hell is so important you need to ask?”
Reggie turns his head away from me looking at the end of the hallway. Right there was Betty, Veronica, and Y/N. God, Y/N is so beautiful.
“Now how does Donnie Darko end up with such a pretty little number? Did you do some creepy hypnotizing shit to keep her with you?” He laughed.
Y/N and I are total opposites. She is the most sweetest and charismatic girl anyone has ever laid their eyes upon. The bright colors of her everyday outfits, her smile, and her personality light up everything around her. I don’t know how I got so lucky either. As for me, I’m just. “Donnie Darko” “Wednesday Addams” “that creepy kid who only looks at a laptop.”
I scoff at Reggie’s comment and walk away from him, catching up with Y/N and the girls. I hug her from behind and kiss her cheek.
“Hey sunshine,” I smile.
Y/N giggles, “now, what did Reggie say to you today? I’ll go fight him for you”
“Well, he accused me of hypnotizing you to be my girlfriend.” I frown, fidgeting with my beanie.
Y/N’s smile drops, “Hey, you hypnotized me with your good looks, wit, and fanfictions. Now, I’m gonna go fight Reggie.”
She struts away, catching up to Reggie.
“Wait, THEYRE NOT FANFICTIONS!”
This imagine is inpired by Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Plus a good news, I’ve my exams over now so I can update good now. Requests are open ;)
I hope god will forgive me
You groaned turning to your left. Sun peeked through the windows shinning bright on your face. You sat up, rubbing sleep off your eyes as an unexpected yawn left your mouth tearing your eyes up.
You decided to leave the comfy of your bed and step down the carpeted wooden stair of your mansion. It was a pleasant morning and you wanted to do nothing else but kiss your dear husband good morning.
Grinning to self, you made your way to the kitchen. There he stood. Wearing nothing but red Calvin Klein boxers and apron loosely draped over his muscular body, covering his chest. He look radiant. Illuminated by the sun rays. His brown curl seemed so soft and silky, growing your urge to touch them.
You walked to him softly and wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his bold back.
“Hey sunshine! ” Harry said turning around to face me. He looked mesmerising. His lips were perfectly tinted cherry red and his eyes, his eyes were shinning brighter than ever, maybe because of the spectacular night he spent making love with you.
“Hi sweet.” You said.
“Why’re yeh awake so early?”
“Couldn’t sleep without you.” You replied with a shrug and peeked over his shoulder to look at the food he cooked.
“Yeh look so beautiful” Harry whispered tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and cupping you left cheek. You smiled and nuzzled your nose further in his wrist as his arm sneaked around your waist, pulling you close to him.
You chest were pressed up together, nose bumping in each other’s. You could feel his heart beating as fast as yours were.
Just two months ago, Harry and you exchanged your vows. Since then you’ve been living your in total bliss and pleasure. So pure and full of love. Not to mention the fact that he still tears up sometimes just because how lucky he feels to have you as his wife.
“Kiss me H.” You whispered, more like pleaded. There was a need in your words. A need that only he could full fill.
And Harry felt that need too.
He touched his lips with yours so ever lightly that made you whimper in pain, pain of your want. You grabbed his hair and kissed him with all you had. He kissed back with same emotion. He had his want as well. The kiss showed how desperate and needy your soul was.
You bite on his lower lip earning a loud throaty moan from him. Taking the chance you slide your tongue inside his agape mouth. His mouth tasted like cherry. Just like his lips. His own tongue was busy in exploring your mouth and his hands were gripping and squeezing your bum.
“Jump” Harry demanded against your lips and you accepted his order and wrapped your legs around his waist.
Your chest rubbed together creating friction and then heat. There were sweat beads already on your forehead. Cheeks and ears red of both of you.
His hands instantly grabbed you from bottom supporting you as he carried you to the island situation in the middle of your huge kitchen. Thankfully it was free of things on it so it made easier for harry to lay you down on it.
You hissed once the cold marble of the shelf touched your slightly exposed back. Harry chuckled and took the opportunity to slip the shirt off your body as your back arched.
“So sexy and beautiful m'pet” he said. Harry took a moment to adorn your body before leaning in and capturing the flesh of your neck with his lips. He suckled on the skin leaving purple marks.
Harry never felt so in love before. In fact he never felt what love was like before he met you. And now, now he thanks Jesus everyday, every second of his life. He thanks him for giving him an amazing partner of life. A person with whom he could be himself. Who understood him like his own soul. Who knew him better than he knew himself. Who loved him dearly and to no extent.
His kissed grew rough on your neck. Your fingers stayed in his hair, gripping-twisting on them. He slowly moved to south on your body still peppering and endeavouring your body with open mouth kisses.
Your breath hitched when his kisses trailed down the valley of your breast. His left hand sneaked up your body and cupped the boob in his big hands. He stared intensely in your eyes which you somehow were able to open and cupped your right boob in his hand. He gave it a squeeze before taking your pebble hard nipple in his mouth. He suckled on it and kept squeezing the other.
The intensity of his work pooled your core even more. You could feel your clit throbbing. Even just a touch of him was enough to get you to end.
“Hmm babyy” you moaned moving your pelvic. He chuckled and pinned your hips down.
“So responsive huh? You wan’ meh love? So bad?” He asked bring his face upto your level, merely inches away from yours. You bite your lip and gave him a good nod and pulled him down on your lips by his platinum necklace .
Harry wasted no time in pulling your panties down your leg and opening them wide.
The cool air made your shiver as it collapsed with the throbbing bud of nerves between your legs. Harry pulled away and kept his stare on you . His lips left open mouth kisses down your body. His slick tongue licked your cunt lips before he ran it up your folds, opening them.
His two fingers came in contact with your skin, keeping the folds open so that he could eat you better. His long tongue licked your wet entrance and he pushed in inside your hole.
He could watch your face scrunched up in pleasure all day as he could right now.
He pushed his arms beneath your legs and pulled you to him smacking your core to his mouth. His scruff rubbed against you sensitive skin making you wetter than ever as he kept licking and sucking on your clit.
His mouth was Indulged in eating you out from nose to chin.
The wild feeling and energy in your stomach was growing wide second by second and soon you found yourself whimpering his name and grinding your pelvic against his mouth.
He still had his arms underneath you as his index finger of right hand rubbed your clit and three fingers of left hand were inside you. His fingers were on and were stretching you perfectly, giving you extreme gratification.
His mouth was still hungry on you. Eating up your soul with hunger and passion as the same time.
“G-gonna cum.” You whimpered, breathing hard and sweaty body. You couldn’t even wait for his reply and were coming undone. Sheepish red colour creeped up your cheeks as Harry once again came upto face to face to you.
“It’s okay love” he said as he certainly understood the reason behind it. White evidence of your love was dripping down his chin. You arched yourself a bit and licked his chin tasting yourself.
“You ready darling ?” Harry asked you kissing your head discarding his red boxers down his leg and standing at the end of Island. His tip was painfully red and he was fully hard.
You sat up on your knees and moved forward to grab him when he stopped you.
“Not now love. Want yeh so bad” Harry said laying you down again.
You bite your lip and Harry threw your leg over his shoulder before sliding inside of you completely. Your eyes rolled back with your head.
“Fuck. So fuckin’ tight. Shit” Harry rumbled, moving as fast as he can. He wanted to make love but the desperation and Need of your body made him go wild.
Your skin slapped against each other making suck filthy sound but none of you cared as you both were captivated in your own world of bliss.
“All for you baby. My body and soul is all yours” you moaned looking at him. He looked as a perfect sex god at the moment. Sweat covered forehead, toned chest, red cheek and perfect cock.
“Your pussy….” Harry breathed.
“Is all mine” he said as his pace slowed down. He was Gonna lose it soon too, and so were you.
You say up a little supporting yourself with your elbows and tried to cup his cheek. Harry leaned in and kissed you so lovingly. The softness and utter love of your kiss made him lose it all. He spurted inside of you filling you up with his warm self. You too came undone for the second time.
The bodies of yours slowed down as the kiss grew more sloppy. He needed to catch his breath so he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. Eyes closed in pure ecstasy.
“I love you.” He breathed out.
“I love you” you breathed in.
“Y/n cmon!!!” Harry said pulling you by your sleeves. You giggled and followed him.
After the amazing session of love you guys fell asleep again and then woke up around lunch time. And since the you don’t know the time went by an here you were cooking dinner when Harry came inside the house all excite and pulled you outside.
“Where are you taking me?” You asked and found your answer as he took you to the backyard. It was beautiful. Harry was the whole evening out and this is why he was out, he decorated the backyard with pretty fairy lights with soft music playing around.
The familiar music caught your ear.
Perfect. Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Harry bowed in from of you and reached for your hand and pulled you against his chest.
“Hi mister.” You giggled wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Hi missus.” He replied adorning you. He leaned in and nudged his nose against yours affectionately. His arms around your waist.
The soft green grass tickled the bare feet of yours as you both danced and twirled around living in the moment and night dancing away, celebrating the love. Everything was perfect. He was perfect.
Pairings: Avengers x Child Reader Background Bruce Banner x Reader
Summary: The Avengers get their nails done. ‘nuff said it’s just a good ol fluff fic
Tony and Bruce were both stationed in the lab, they were SUPPOSE to be doing important work but all you could hear throughout the lab was an echo of Tony’s laughter. Bruce was currently sitting AWAY from Tony and trying to do work in favour of ignoring him.
“I’m sorry! I can’t breath! I mean I’m not sorry at all! Tony bellowed at as he took another selfie with his disgruntled science bro.
“It’s not that funny Tony.”
“Yes it is!”
“You’ve been going on for 20 minutes Tony, I’m starting to get annoyed.”
“Oh! Do you think the green bean will come out?!” Tony only laughed harder, leaning over against the work bench as he clutched his stomach, tears forming in his eyes.
“Imagine the Hulk with nail polish!!!”
True to his word Bruce had on a messy coating of a shimmering purple nail polish. There were splotches of purple staining all across the tips of his fingers.
Bruce finally got up to move and began walking away. Tony quickly grabbed his arm to stop him.
“Okay okay okay! I get it. You’re being a good dad, the kids at that age. I won’t tease you anymore.” Tony said grinning at Bruce as he wrapped his arm around Bruce’s shoulder. He held up his other hand for a fist bump and Bruce begrudgingly gave in. Tony quickly grabbed the hand, displaying the nail polish in full as he snapped one more selfie.
“Starting now!” He chuckled as he wiggled out of Bruce’s grip and made his way back to his work bench, snickering.
When lunch time came Tony dragged Bruce out of the lab for a well deserved break, meeting up with the rest of the team (who weren’t on a mission) for “quality bonding time” and for Tony that meant some form of greasy food and today it was pizza.
“Mrs Banner has arrived for a visit Boss.” Chimed FRIDAY as the automatic door slid open.
A voice cried out as the pattering of feet thundered against the floorboards. Bruce quickly shuffled to his feet and bent down with his arms open as his 5 year old son dive bombed into Bruce’s arms. “Hey there champ!”
Calmly following behind him was Bruce’s wife and holding her hand was his 8 year old daughter. Bruce smiled and walked towards them. “Hey sunshine!” His wife said smiling as Bruce leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips, ignoring the “ewwwww” coming from his son.
Bruce watched as his daughter let go of her mothers hand and immediately went to crawl onto Vision’s lap and have a conversation with him. His daughter had taken after Bruce intelligence wise and with her calm and smart demeanour she had trouble making friends her own age. She didn’t see a point in interacting with anyone who wasn’t her brother their age so Vision was her best friend.
His wife held up her phone and across her screen all over social media was the selfie Tony had taken in the lab. She herself had a clear coat of nail polish with rainbow sparkles while their daughter had a deep ocean blue.
“Well!” His wife announced loudly gaining the other Avengers attention. “I saw how much our dear friend Tony LOVED Bruce’s nail polish and I said to myself you know what? I bet ALL the Avengers would love their nails done and we were just so excited that we came right down.” She grinned and raised her brows suggestively at Tony whose face dropped causing the others to snicker, Clint outright bursting into laughter.
“I love you.” Bruce breathed and hugged his wife after their son had ran towards the couches with his blue backpack clacking, filled with a variety of coloured bottles.
“Auntie Nat gets sparkly pink because she’s the prettiest!”
“Oooh you hear that? I’m the prettiest.”
“Uncle Thor gets red because it’s like blood!”
“A colour of battle indeed little one, certainly befitting to a warrior such as myself!”
“Uncky Steve gets red, white and blue!!!”
Steve didn’t say anything but smiled softly at the choice that was made.
“Uncle Buckyroo gets black because black is a cool colour!”
“This’ll come off metal right?” Bucky whispered to Steve and was gently nudged by him. “Uh, l mean I’m glad I get the cool colour, sport.”
“Uncle Tony gets hot pink!”
“Wait, why do I get hot pink? Thor got blood!“ Tony whined, his face scrunched up, feeling offended.
“Because mummy said it was your faaaavourite colour but you would be too embarrassed to say so! Don’t worry uncle Tony I’ll keep your secret safe!” Tony felt his face get patted by the boys small pudgy hand.
“Yaaaaay.” He strained out as he glared at Bruce’s wife.
“And and and Uncle Vision gets yellow!!! Because yellow!”
“He really likes yellow at the moment.” Bruce’s daughter stated, still comfortably perched on the Vision’s lap.
“Well then I am honoured to get your favourite colour.”
The small child pouted as he looked at the bottles splayed out across the table.
“Uncle Clint I can’t think of what colour to do for you!” He cried out, looking up at Clint, nearly in tears.
“Aww come on buddy! Don’t be sad I have a great idea! I want the same colours as YOUR nail polish.” Clint announced, smiling as Bruce’s son looked up at him with the widest starry eyed gaze before grinning like mad.
And just like that each individual nail on Clint’s hand was painted in a rainbow of different colours, perfectly matching the boys own.
After everyone was done and dry Bruce’s wife proudly held up her phone.