although not really but yeah

anonymous asked:

Please write a short fic about tony catching peter drinking i would die omg

“Hey, Peter,” 

He froze, eyes widening as he heard the all-too-familiar sound of expensive leather brogues scuffing along the floor a few meters from him, and he turned quickly, brow furrowed into a deep V as he watched Tony wander up to him, all smiles and casual posture, hands buried in the pockets of his grease-stained jeans. He looked like he’d come straight from the workshop, stopping only to throw on a leather jacket along the way.

Why he was here at all, however, made no sense at all.

“T- Mr Stark,” Peter said, trying to communicate with him through eyebrow movements alone. If it turned out that he had to suit up and help out somewhere, he was pretty fucked, considering the fact he’d had a bit to drink at the party he’d been invited to.

Well. He said ‘a bit’. It was possibly more accurate to say ‘a fucking shit-ton’, but whatever.

Tony looked at him blankly, before shooting another smile toward the circle of people who were stood around Peter and staring quite blatantly at the both of them. “Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid I have to take Mr Parker away. He’s an intern at Stark Industries, you know how it is. Lots of work, yadda yadda, okay bye,”

And before Peter could even open his mouth, Tony had grabbed him by the arm and snatched the solo cup out of his hand almost angrily, pulling him away from the group of people and through the crowds of rowdy teenagers that littered the huge house.

“Uh, Mr Stark, wha’dd’ya want me for, exactly?” Peter asked, speaking loudly above the blaring music and wincing at how slurred his voice came out.

It had been a weird month, okay. He was just trying it out. 

Tony paused, and Peter saw him purse his lips even tighter before beginning to walk again, guiding Peter through the crowds and holding him tight as he stumbled a little.

“Hey, Parker, leaving so soon?” Flash called out from somewhere to his left, and Peter stopped turning to face him as the other boy wandered toward them. “We haven’t even begun yet, Jesus, are you a pussy or what-”

“Kid,” and suddenly Tony had let go, spinning around and walking up to Flash, who seemed to suddenly recognise who exactly Tony was, because his eyes went hilariously wide and he stumbled backward a few steps. Peter snorted involuntarily, and he saw Tony turn briefly, before shaking his head and looking back to Flash, “it seems like you’re having an absolute ball here, but I’m gonna say something and I’m only going to say it once.”

Tony looked down at Flash, eyes harsh as he drew a little closer. “Leave. Peter. Out of it. Do you understand? He is not here for you to manipulate, not here for you to bully into trying out crazy shit for your amusement-”

“Tony, what the fuck,” Peter blurted, frowning and stepping forward, more than a little put out. He’d only just managed to get accepted by Flash and all the other popular kids, and Tony was just going in, ruining it all, “you’re not my dad- don’t tell me or my friends what I can and can’t do.”

Tony turned, eyebrows raised. “Friends?” He snorted, shaking his head and walking over to Peter once more, taking him by the arm. “You haven’t called in with Aunt May for two days now,” he hissed into Peter’s ear, “she’s worried sick. You are coming with me, right now.”

“No ‘m not,” Peter pushed his hand off, looking over at Tony in anger. “You are fucking….embarrassing me…. in fron’ of my friends-”

“They are not your friends!” Tony snarled, pulling his arm again, “your friends are all currently at home, worrying their asses off because this is not like you, Peter, and they didn’t know what to fucking do, so they ended up calling me. Now you will fucking follow me out of this goddamn place right now, or I am hauling you out.”

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skam month // week one - fredag: favourite season → season four

“I stress through the day with a hundred thoughts in my head and everything can be a total chaos, but when I start to pray, everything turns silent and clear. Because in spite of all this chaos, you remember what really matters. It’s fine because everything has a meaning.”


Got a couple of requests for barreleye and also THANKS ANON although hmm I think I did only one eel merm last year, plus a sea snake so uheuhee not sure if I’m the correct artist haha
Cool Ninja Sharpshooter
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Written in response to season 3! Although, this is not at all a season 3 “fixer”, because I adored season 3. More like…

“Hey man, check out this possible missing scene where Keith hands over the red bayard to Lance.”

(Completed one-shot. 1799 words.)

Aqua Form - Juvia Lockser - fanart. I thought I’d try giving the effect she’s using Water Body and make her fingers and edges of her hair watery (?). I tried. I really did. However. I’m really proud of the lighting work on this..I wanted it to be very detailed and yeah I don’t think I did too bad :3

And sorry I haven’t posted in art in a while, it’s just been very hectic with school T T

Made by jiyu-koya. Please do not repost, do not remove source.

Here’s a relax drawing thing from a couple of weeks ago.

anonymous asked:

hey! i was wondering if you have any voltron angsty lance-centric fic recommendations? aside from your own amazing ones ofc

Mmkay, so I’m what I’m doing here is going through my fic rec tag and just copy-pasting stories where Lance suffers. Some are angst, some are hurt/comfort, some are epic stories where the angst and hurt/comfort might be more of a side dish than a main course. The word count on most of the WIPs is no longer accurate, and some are complete, but I am too lazy to edit. This is taking long enough as it is. But yeah, you asked for it, you’re getting it. Langst recs, maychorian style. Warning: This is long. If you press the read more, be prepared to scroll.

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anonymous asked:


I’ve been waiting to answer this but it’s been hurting me all night so here we go.

He comes off stage and yanks the ear piece out of his ear– admittedly harder than he anticipated. He storms past everyone and towards dressing room. He’s trying his hardest to focus on the task at hand, which is changing quick enough for the next skit, but he can’t.

It was too much. He was too nervous. And he shouldn’t have been, of course. He knew he was rusty and hadn’t performed live in ages but THIS?! This was nowhere near what he was expecting of himself.

The cast and crew buzzes around him, while the costume people follow him into the room. He hears compliments and praises but he only vaguely registers them. All he can think is how bad he sounded.

And then he hears his name, and he’s brought back to attention. His head snaps up while he unbuttons his jacket, and he can feel the costume crew trying to get it off of him. When he meets your eyes, you’re smiling. You’re rushing over to him, trying to get around the crowd. You can’t really get close to him at the moment, but you hold his gaze with the biggest smile. “Baby that was amazing!”

“Yeah?” And the way he says it isn’t happy. You all shuffle quickly into his dressing room as he continues. “Well I don’t know what performance you were watching but it wasn’t mine.”

Your smile drops suddenly. “I… what?”

Harry shimmies out of his shirt while someone hands him his next jacket for his costume. “It was shit,” he continues, cooperating as much as he can with the crew while still talking to you. “Vocals were shit. My throat is shit.”

A voice is heard through a radio on one of the crew member’s belts. “Ten minutes till places.”

You shake your head. “Harry what…. what are you talking about?”

Harry’s pants come down and he steps out of them, buttoning up his new jacket. “You know what m'talking about, y/n. You know it was shit.”

It breaks your heart to hear him being so hard on himself. You sigh. “Well I disagree.”

Harry lets out a sarcastic little laugh as someone combs back his hair to put a new wig on his head. “Course you do.”

Your eyebrow furrow. “Harry, what is wrong with you?”

“Can we discuss this in a moment please?!” And that makes you stop. Harry tilts his head as someone begins putting glue on his face for a fake beard. You know he’s not trying to be an asshole, he’s just frustrated at himself. And you knew it just from watching it on that stage. So you sigh, walking over to the little couch in his room and sitting.

You watch as he cooperates with everyone dressing him. As he transforms into a new character, some type of soldier. He’s adorable and so handsome but he’s frowning. Eyebrows furrowed, lips in a hard line. And you want nothing more than to help him.

Minutes go by until he’s fully transformed, and he giggles a little looking at himself in the mirror, although he’s still grumpy. “Thanks,” he says softly to the crew. “Looks good.”

They remind him he has 7 minutes till places and he nods, thanking them again and again until all of them have left the room. And then…. the silence.

He looks at you with a blank face, and when you offer him a smile, he sighs and slumps into his seat. He is no longer the defensive grump he was minutes ago. He’s vulnerable. He’s sad. And he’s all but verbally asking you to comfort him.

So you sigh, standing and walking over to him. You sit on his lap, reaching under his now beard-covered chin, and tilt his head so he’s looking at you. He’s so hard on himself, and that’s one thing you know all too well. You offer him a smile. “Hey.”

“It was bad, y/n.” His voice is quiet and vulnerable, and you frown. “Really bad.” He shakes his head. “I was so much better at rehearsals. This was so…. disappointing.”

“Heyyy,” you say, rubbing his cheek softly with your thumb. “Baby. That was perfect. It was raw and emotional and….. beautiful.”

He smiles softly but you can tell he isn’t convinced. “You’re sweet. Wrong, but sweet.”

You giggle. “NOT wrong. I mean it. The only person disappointed in you is… well, you.” You lift his little soldier cap and kiss his forehead. “That’s a hard song to sing, baby. For so many reasons. Not one person could’ve done better, do you know that? You did what billions of people wish they could do. You got up there and you sang something so personal to you, dedicated to someone who meant…. god, SO much to you. And it was beautiful.” You give him a quick and smiley peck. “You’re beautiful.”

He smiles up at you as you hold his face. “Baby. How do you always know what to say to me?”

You shrug. “I know you. And I know you’re so hard on yourself and it breaks my heart. I don’t want you to be like that.”

He lets out a sigh, and his eyes lower to your lips. “Kiss me.”

You giggle, pressing your lips to his. He inhales deeply through his nose and wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you closer on his lap. He smiles as the kiss deepens, and he gives you an affectionate little scratch on your back.

You pull away with a cheeky little grin. “I’ve got some more plans to show you just how proud I am of you, you know. As soon as we get back to the hotel.”

He smirks, moving his eyes slowly between your lips to your eyes and back as he lets out a little hum of satisfaction. “Mm, do you?”

You nod. “Mhm. But for now,” you kiss him again, “you have to go back out there. And don’t let this ruin the rest of your night. And kiss me again.”

He chuckles, lips ghosting against yours when he speaks. “Of course.”

When he pulls away he sighs. “Wanna stay right here.”

“No no, you have to go,” you say softly. “Although…. this costume is…. really doing things for me.”

He snorts this time. “Yeah? Think we could try some war roleplay?”

You giggle, nodding and kissing him again. You bite at your lip when you pull away. “Just….. don’t ever grow a beard like that.”

He pretends to be offended. “Oi. Y'dont like this?”

“It looks silly.”

“Don’t think this would feel good between your legs?”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t deny the sudden pang you feel between your legs. “Definitely not.”

He shakes his head. “Pity.” With one more quick kiss, he rises to his feet. You think he’s going to head out of the room, but instead, he pulls you into him for a long, warm hug. He holds you for longer than you expected, but you aren’t complaining.

“Thank you,” he says quietly. “I love you so much.”


Venus: No, I’ve just never had any interest. I know that they have a wonderful marriage, and that should make me want one too, but I’ve just never felt that way for anyone.

Razzy: That’s okay V. Not everyone is cut out for marriage.

Sangria: See, now we both know secrets about each other…

Venus: It was nice to get that off my chest. But don’t worry guys, I totally support you two, I just didn’t know.

Razzy: Thanks Venus. You’re lucky you don’t live here. Although, I guess marriage and stuff doesn’t really matter to me. 

Venus: Yeah, I guess.  

Secret Abilities

an: Here you go anon– I hope you enjoy :)

“Hey Doctor Banner”

The white lab coated figure of the scientist straightened from the beakers he’d been hunched over in examination as the door closed behind Peter.

“Hi Peter.” Bruce shot him a smile “How was school today?”

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@lonelywalkingpotato asked:  Yay! Could you do a HC on how RFA+V+Saeran react to genius fem!MC? Not Saeyoung kind of “707” genius, but has literally created new mathematical formulas, one of the fundamental contributors on the subject of quantum physics, etc. Genius female leads are MY guilty pleasure because WHY DO EVERY OTOME GAME HAS A DENSE MC WITH A HAREM. WHAT. (Also, thank you for the offer on messages, I might take that up if you don’t mind sometime later c:)

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His face would light up every time she texted him.

She would do a little happy dance, whenever he called, feeling like a silly high school girl.

She almost dropped her phone as he called her via FaceTime for the first time. He had shown her his new condo and his guitar collection with a sweet smile on his ridiculously handsome face and she had to smile back the whole time.

He was so excited when texting her that he would do a lot of typos, texting her that “he wasn’t an illiterate”

He kept asking her out on a date. Over and over again.

And then, on a rainy Wednesday afternoon he texted her: “Open your door”

And her heart skipped a beat as she opened the door, seeing what was lying on the doormat.

She picked up the red rose, careful because of the thorns and opened the white envelope. Tracing his handwriting with her fingertips over the thick paper she read.

Hello beautiful,

can’t wait to see you in Los Angeles!



She peeked inside the envelope and held a backstage pass, a concert ticket and a plane ticket in her hand. She would be flying to L.A.

First class. Of course.

She rolled her eyes at that and had to sit down on the floor. Being courted like that by a rock star was a little too much and she really didn’t know what to do. She wanted to call her mom or best friend but as her phone lit up, she texted him back.

“What do you say?”

“I’m speechless, actually! Wow, thank you!”

“You’re welcome. Are you coming?”

Her thumbs hovered over the screen and she bit her lip, pondering her decision.


“Awesome! Please don’t tell anybody, okay?”


“Just don’t want people to find out and hate on you”

“Okay, won’t tell”

As she touched down at LAX she slowly opened her eyes, stretching in her comfortable first class seat. The sun was rising over the city and she got up, making her way out of the plane. As soon as she had grabbed her suitcase from the baggage claim she was greeted by a tall man, wearing black.

“Miss van der Beek?”


“Would you please follow me?”

“Um… yeah… who sent you to pick me up?”

“Mister Shawn Mendes, Miss”

“Oh… okay”

The driver opened the door to a black Bentley and Olivia had to raise her eyebrows. He was treating her like a princess. Smooth motherfucker.

“Nice car.” she texted Shawn, a smile on her face.

“Welcome to L.A., honey! Hope you had a great flight?”

“Yes, thanks!”

He cuts through the water, strong, lean arms pushing the water away and he dives into the swimming pool, trying to calm his mind.

He would play the Staples center that night and she would be watching.

He still wasn’t able to wrap his mind around the fact that she would be there.

He propped himself up on the edge of the pool, sitting on the rim, black bathing trunks hanging low on his hips.

He could feel the blonde girl staring but he didn’t care. He shook his head slightly, making the drops of water fall down. They were falling down his nose, cheeks, lips and he tried to breathe normally.

It wouldn’t take long for her to arrive and he swiftly got up, walking to the bar, getting a drink. He was about to grab a soft towel as he heard someone say his name.

He turned around and saw his driver, followed by none other than her.

He bit his lip, rubbing his curls with the towel, walking up to them.

“Shawn? Miss Olivia just arrived, I’m going to park the car.”

“Thanks, Jake,” Shawn said, briefly glancing at him, before stepping closer to Liv.

“Hey,” he breathed against her cheek and kissed her softly, missing her lips by inches.

“Hi,” Liv replied, noticing his abs, that were wet from swimming, his curly hair a mess, dripping wet.

He placed one hand on her hipbone, obscenely long fingers curling around it, his thumb pressing against her groin and she could swear something inside her shifted. She pressed her thighs together and clenched her fists, trying to control her breathing.

“You look so good, Liv, I really like this dress”

“Thanks,” she replied, looking down and he had to hold his towel in front of his crotch, hiding the obvious tent that was building up. Because of the beauty right in front of him.


He blushed slightly, trying to keep his composure.

“So, are you nervous for tonight?” she asked, looking up at him, squinting because of the bright sun.

“Yeah, a bit. I always am”

“It’s because you care,” she replied with a smile and he nodded, wanting to scream out how perfect she was.

Placing his hands on her hips, he leaned in, his breath hot against the shell of her ear. “Tell me if I’m too close, tell me if I should stop.”

“Don’t,” she breathed and he gently kissed her rosy cheek, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

She giggled, placing a small hand on his wet chest. “You’re so wet”

He had to smirk. He just had to.

He didn’t respond, just rubbed himself dry with the towel.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he grinned and added in his mind. Can’t wait to make you wet, later tonight, baby.

“So, I’ll be staying here?” she asked, admiring the posh space, eyes sparkling.

“Yup, next to my room, actually”

She raised her eyebrows at him. “Oh, what a… coincidence. You like being in control, don’t you, Shawn?”

“Yes. Always.” he responded, jaw clenched, staring her down almost.

And I want to control you.

She playfully took his towel away. “May I? I need to dry my hands…”

She rubbed her hands on the soft fabric and her gaze fell upon his crotch and he could feel his cheeks turn deep red.

She bit her lip and stepped closer. Really close.

A leg between his thighs, breasts close to his bare skin, her breath on his plump lips and he swear he could take her, right there, right then, give her what she needed because he could tell she wanted him.

As much as he wanted her.

“Oh…” she whispered, looking down on his massive erection, obvious in his bathing trunks. “Seems like you really need your towel, Shawn”

He gulped, grabbing the towel.

“Fuck, Olivia! You’ll be the death of me,” he hissed and walked away, fisting the white towel in his giant hands.

“I shouldn’t be here,” she giggled, sitting down on the couch in his dressing room. “Your tour manager told me so”

“Who cares what he says. He works for me,” Shawn grinned, sitting down next to her, placing his hand on her knee.

“I’m so happy you’re here, Liv. You kind of calm me down.”

She cupped his face with her hands, looking at him, feeling the little scar on his cheek. “You are ridiculously handsome,” she said. “You know this already but still, it’s a bit overwhelming”

He shook his head. “You are overwhelming, Olivia. May I… kiss you?”

Her breathing hitched and she could feel a shiver run down her spine.

She nodded, giving him permission and he leaned in, closing his eyes, pressing his plump lips on hers.

Her lips parted instinctively, hands running down his neck, shoulders arms, him now cupping her face, tilting it to the side a little. He kissed her with conviction and used the perfect combination of tongue and lips and Olivia forgot how to breathe for a second.

She pulled away and he comes closer, breathing “more” against her reddish lips.

Their lips touched again, before he slowly lets the tip of his tongue slide into her mouth, luring her tongue out to play. While keeping her eyes closed, he has to gasp for air and she grins, biting his bottom lip.

“Why are you so good at this?” he moaned quietly, pulling her onto his lap, squeezing her nice butt as someone knocked on the door.

“Fuck!” he groans and she gets off him, fixing her dress, that was already up over her thighs.

Shawn opened the door, looking at Andrew.

“You have to get ready for the Q&A! Come on, let’s go!” Andrew said impatiently, thankfully not stepping inside the dressing room.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Shawn sighed and looked over his shoulder, mouthing “be right back” at Liv, before closing the door after him.

Shawn steps onto the balcony, overlooking downtown L.A.

He’s still hyped up from the show and unable to sleep. With her being in the room next to him.

He wraps his fingers around the balustrade, exhaling loudly, tilting his head back a little.

He hears steps behind him, feels a small hand on his tense back.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?” Olivia asks, quietly.

He shakes his head. “Nope”

He takes her hand, leaning her against the balustrade, hands on her sides.

“Be mine, Liv”

“I don’t want to be another hook up, Shawn,” she sighs, looking down.

He tilts her chin up, making her look him in the eyes. His eyes dart between her blue ones and she tries to look away but he doesn’t let her.

“I’m not talking only about tonight. I want you fully. Give me all of you. Not just your body. I want your heart, soul, everything. I’m falling for you,” he huffed a desperate laugh. “Harder than I’ve been falling for anyone”

“What are you waiting for, then?” she whispers.

“For your permission. For you saying yes”

She closes her eyes for a second, trying to figure out what her heart wants.



“Yeah… although I’m scared as fuck. Being with you is going to be so different. You look like that type of guy that fucks my life over and when you are done with me I will be a mess. Broken and shattered and in pieces. I know that by looking at your freaking handsome face. It’s devilish and angelic at the same time and I’m scared!” she said, clenching her hands into fists.

“Don’t be,” he stepped closer, getting a hold of her wrists.“I can’t promise you that I won’t hurt you. Can’t promise being the guy you deserve. With me, there’s no such thing as dinner dates or hand holding or going to the movies.”

His jaw clenches and Olivia knows that she is doomed as he runs his thumb over her lower lip, never breaking eye contact.

“With me it’s secret meetings at hotel rooms at 2 a.m., flying you out in private jets to wherever I am, sex in dressing rooms. Rough sex. I live for the thrill - and I know you do too”

She bites her lip. He might be right.

She has to step on her tippy toes to kiss him and he smiles into the kiss, lifting her up a little.

“So it’s a yes?”

She nods. “Yes,”

An innocent whisper against his lips.

anonymous asked:

I just want to give a shout out to France for not letting Marine Le Pen come first in their elections. Although really, she should never have gotten as far as she did.

Yeah, this is a C- at best, but I guess they’re passing.


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