aw you were such a little thing

When I was nine, possibly ten, an author came to our school to talk about writing. His name was Hugh Scott, and I doubt he’s known outside of Scotland. And even then I haven’t seen him on many shelves in recent years in Scotland either. But he wrote wonderfully creepy children’s stories, where the supernatural was scary, but it was the mundane that was truly terrifying. At least to little ten year old me. It was Scooby Doo meets Paranormal Activity with a bonny braw Scottish-ness to it that I’d never experienced before.

I remember him as a gangling man with a wiry beard that made him look older than he probably was, and he carried a leather bag filled with paper. He had a pen too that was shaped like a carrot, and he used it to scribble down notes between answering our (frankly disinterested) questions. We had no idea who he was you see, no one had made an effort to introduce us to his books. We were simply told one morning, ‘class 1b, there is an author here to talk to you about writing’, and this you see was our introduction to creative writing. We’d surpassed finger painting and macaroni collages. It was time to attempt Words That Were Untrue.

You could tell from the look on Mrs M’s face she thought it was a waste of time. I remember her sitting off to one side marking papers while this tall man sat down on our ridiculously short chairs, and tried to talk to us about what it meant to tell a story. She wasn’t big on telling stories, Mrs M. She was also one of the teachers who used to take my books away from me because they were “too complicated” for me, despite the fact that I was reading them with both interest and ease. When dad found out he hit the roof. It’s the one and only time he ever showed up to the school when it wasn’t parents night or the school play. After that she just left me alone, but she made it clear to my parents that she resented the fact that a ten year old used words like ‘ubiquitous’ in their essays. Presumably because she had to look it up.

Anyway, Mr Scott, was doing his best to talk to us while Mrs M made scoffing noises from her corner every so often, and you could just tell he was deflating faster than a bouncy castle at a knife sharpening party, so when he asked if any of us had any further questions and no one put their hand up I felt awful. I knew this was not only insulting but also humiliating, even if we were only little children. So I did the only thing I could think of, put my hand up and said “Why do you write?”

I’d always read about characters blinking owlishly, but I’d never actually seen it before. But that’s what he did, peering down at me from behind his wire rim spectacles and dragging tired fingers through his curly beard. I don’t think he expected anyone to ask why he wrote stories. What he wrote about, and where he got his ideas from maybe, and certainly why he wrote about ghosts and other creepy things, but probably not why do you write. And I think he thought perhaps he could have got away with “because it’s fun, and learning is fun, right kids?!”, but part of me will always remember the way the world shifted ever so slightly as it does when something important is about to happen, and this tall streak of a man looked down at me, narrowed his eyes in an assessing manner and said, “Because people told me not to, and words are important.”

I nodded, very seriously in the way children do, and knew this to be a truth. In my limited experience at that point, I knew certain people (with a sidelong glance to Mrs M who was in turn looking at me as though she’d just known it’d be me that type of question) didn’t like fiction. At least certain types of fiction. I knew for instance that Mrs M liked to read Pride and Prejudice on her lunch break but only because it was sensible fiction, about people that could conceivably be real. The idea that one could not relate to a character simply because they had pointy ears or a jet pack had never occurred to me, and the fact that it’s now twenty years later and people are still arguing about the validity of genre fiction is beyond me, but right there in that little moment, I knew something important had just transpired, with my teacher glaring at me, and this man who told stories to live beginning to smile. After that the audience turned into a two person conversation, with gradually more and more of my classmates joining in because suddenly it was fun. Mrs M was pissed and this bedraggled looking man who might have been Santa after some serious dieting, was starting to enjoy himself. As it turned out we had all of his books in our tiny corner library, and in the words of my friend Andrew “hey there’s a giant spider fighting a ghost on this cover! neat!” and the presentation devolved into chaos as we all began reading different books at once and asking questions about each one. “Does she live?”— “What about the talking trees” —“is the ghost evil?” —“can I go to the bathroom, Miss?” —“Wow neat, more spiders!”

After that we were supposed to sit down, quietly (glare glare) and write a short story to show what we had learned from listening to Mr Scott. I wont pretend I wrote anything remotely good, I was ten and all I could come up with was a story about a magic carrot that made you see words in the dark, but Mr Scott seemed to like it. In fact he seemed to like all of them, probably because they were done with such vibrant enthusiasm in defiance of the people who didn’t want us to.

The following year, when I’d moved into Mrs H’s class—the kind of woman that didn’t take away books from children who loved to read and let them write nonsense in the back of their journals provided they got all their work done—a letter arrived to the school, carefully wedged between several copies of a book which was unheard of at the time, by a new author known as J.K. Rowling. Mrs H remarked that it was strange that an author would send copies of books that weren’t even his to a school, but I knew why he’d done it. I knew before Mrs H even read the letter.

Because words are important. Words are magical. They’re powerful. And that power ought to be shared. There’s no petty rivalry between story tellers, although there’s plenty who try to insinuate it. There’s plenty who try to say some words are more valuable than others, that somehow their meaning is more important because of when it was written and by whom. Those are the same people who laud Shakespeare from the heavens but refuse to acknowledge that the quote “Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them“ is a dick joke.

And although Mr Scott seems to have faded from public literary consumption, I still think about him. I think about his stories, I think about how he recommended another author and sent copies of her books because he knew our school was a puritan shithole that fought against the Wrong Type of Wordes and would never buy them into the library otherwise. But mostly I think about how he looked at a ten year old like an equal and told her words and important, and people will try to keep you from writing them—so write them anyway.

The original The Sims game was inherently dark and kind of creepy.

Is it just me?

When I first bought the game back in 2001, I remember it being addictive, awesome, groundbreaking for its time and wonderfully odd. When compared to the later, sweeter installments, and even its many expansion packs, it feels cold and well…kind of creepy in comparison.

The original How to Play instruction manual for The Sims, which I remember vividly but could never find in my house, was snarky and full of witty commentary. Later on the manual was more straightforward, but still retained some of the self-referential humor that is inherent in the gameplay and is, I think, part of what makes the game kind of unnerving.

(To this day, I wish I could find that damn original manual!)

Just looking at that main screen with that one neighborhood you’re forever attached to as the jaunty background music plays in the ever-sunny world, even that kind of weirds me out. 

Maybe it’s the uncanny valley-ness of the dated graphics, maybe it’s remembering the way the kids never aged, how the adults remained awkward and odd and never got any older, and how if the children failed school, they were just sent off to some horrific place only known as “boot camp”…forever. Yes, remember? They NEVER came back.

And when those burglars came stalking in the night and the Buy and Build modes just shut off as that scary, urgent music played and you were left helpless and asleep…

And when the fires started out of nowhere while your Sims made that same plate of salad-looking food and you forgot to install a smoke alarm and you were forced to watch them hopelessly burn to death and run around screaming for their lives…

And in the first expansion pack, Livin’ Large, when that awful Tragic Clown appeared and made it impossible for your Sim to rest or eat until they fell ill and eventually just died unless you put that eerie clown portrait in front of the fireplace…if you even figured that out…

Sure, things got more mellow and felt less odd with later expansion packs, especially when you were given the ability to visit shopping areas like Old Town and other places outside of the claustrophobic little classic neighborhood.

And OK, I’m not saying The Sims is a scary game or even that it freaked me out as a child, but I will always look back on the original as being, well…kinda creepy.

A Drunk Inquisitor's Apology to the Creatures of the Hinterlands:

Dear sweet, stupid rams,
Im sorry for massacring u guys to feed hungry villagers and make myself a nice coat. I look very good in the coat tho so thanks

Dear demonic wolves,
I’m v sorry u got possessed. That sucks

Dear Ferelden Frostback,
I am sorry 4 walking into ur den and murdering u for ur pretty bones, scales, and All The Glory. U were just chillin and living ur dragon life and I kinda ruined that and killed ur kids :/
PS: Bull is a little sorry for the dirty thing he yelled at u before u died

Dear bears,
Fuck you. I was minding my own business and eight of u fucking ganged up n tried to eat my face. It was rude as hell. Ur all a bunch of hairy assholes I sttm. Heck off

Sincerely,
The Inquisitor

Bad hookup survival guide

About a week ago I hooked up with someone and I felt absolutely disgusted, used, disappointed, and dirty because I wasnt comftorable, pleased, or happy with the situation and felt scared to say no so for personal reasons and recent experiences, I decided to share a personal lil guide I made that i follow after a really bad hook up.
*Reminder - this is a PERSONAL guide. What works for me may not work for you. Take what you need and leave the rest
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1- Deep throating a dirty dick made me appreciate my tooth brush 10x more. I start off by brushing my teeth and flossing, followed by mouth wash. After this i’ll pour myself something to drink to calm my nerves. I recommend tea even tho i’m pouring myself a shot or 5 of vodka.

2- I’ll pick out clean and comftorable underwear, a clean bra, and a big T-shirt to change into for after my bath.

3- I’ll run my bath with warm water and dump ½ a cup of apple cider vinegar in with bath salts. I usually use lavender or eucalyptus. You best believe i’m dumping a shit load of body wash in there too, everyone knows a bubble bath is therapy.

4- I massage a deep conditioner into my scalp because that mofo yanked the shit out of my hair a little too hard and now my heads a little sore and my hairs a little knotted.

5- I scoop a generous amount of scrub and work it onto my legs, arms, belly, etc and rinse it off. At this point i’ll turn on my shower head then dose my loofah with body wash and scrub the shit out of my skin. Maybe a little too rough but it gives me the illusion that i’m washing away what the person I hooked up with did.

6- At this point I usually sit in the water to soak for a bit longer or i’ll rinse off and drain the tub and get out. I dry off and cover my body in lotion and spritz a comforting scent on (jasmine, lavender, vanilla) to get the smell of him off me.

7- after this I know my pussy is hurtin. When a guy cant get you wet and rips your dry pussy up it can take a toll on you and your pussy’s emotional health. I’ll take a wet warm wash cloth (please no soap) and gently press it on my labia for any swelling. Then i’ll rub on some coconut oil and put on my panties. No masturbating, let her chill for a bit and recover

8- ok so now that ive done all this i’ll put on my bra and Tshirt and get into bed. I like to write how i’m feeling or honestly just bawl my eyes out and remind myself of these 5 things-
~Who I sleep with doesnt define me
~How many people Ive slept with doesnt define me
~What I do in bed doesnt define me
~I am not less of a person
~I will be okay. My body will be okay. My heart will be okay.
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This was kind of a messy little list I put together. Ive been meaning to write this and once I did I cant even put all my thoughts and routines into something that makes sense. But bad hook ups can really take a toll on you. They take a toll on me. And I want to give some kind of supports to others who find themselves in the same situation. Its a kind of misunderstood thing where you feel awful because you agreed to what you were doing but you still feel violated.

Joker Imagine: Harassed

Anonymous said:Can you do a story where the reader is going out with mr j and she wonders off in a club and a group of guys harass her and she’s innocent and just scared and Mr j goes crazy and protects her and just yea that’d be amazing and some Mr j fluff in it 😜


Originally posted by harleenfrancesqvinzel


J and you were at his club, trying to have a good time after a stressful week. It was Saturday night so the place was absolutely packed! ‘’I’m gonna grab a drink’’ You told your boyfriend and stood up from his lap. He slapped your bum gently just so the other man around saw that you were his and they would better not touch you. ‘’Be back soon or I’ll miss ya’’ He winked cheesily as you walked off.

It took a little while to get to the bar while avoiding drunk people. Just as you sat down on a bar stool and patiently waited for the bartender’s so come to you when they’re finished, some guys sat around you. It was strange that J fell for you because most of the time you were nice and kind. But sometimes your head just got all messed up and you could do awful things, but that was rare.

The man leaned towards you and one even stood behind you so you couldn’t escape. ‘’Hi sexy’’ One of them with a dirty smile winked. He had messy hair and alcohol on his shirt. They all stunk like ass. ‘’I have a boyfriend’’ You defended yourself and nervously tapped your fingers on the counter.’’Oh he doesn’t have to know. Let’s have some fun!’’ Another one chuckled and touched your back. Your breath hitched in your throat and you got nervous.

‘’Leave me alone’’ You tried to warn them. After all if they would continue, J would kill them - no doubt. ‘’Don’t be fucking boring’’ The same voice said again and suddenly you were pulled off of the chair. The men practically dragged you away from the bar, making you so panicked that you forgot what self-defence was. ‘’H-Hey!’’ You tried to yell, but the music was so loud that your voice drowned in it. Suddenly you were pressed against the wall harshly and you hit your head.

‘’I bet you have such a tight little cunt’’One of them said, but you were so scared that you couldn’t recognize who the voice belonged to. Your heart stammered in your chest and you wanted to cry. A hand touched your inner thigh and that’s when you felt tears stinging your eyes. ‘’Let me go!’’ You insisted and desperately tried to yank yourself free from their strong arms, but it was useless.

The hand rose and touched the lining of your panties, making the tears fall from your eyes. ‘’Stop!’’ You begged and wondered how no one saw this? On the other hand the three were towering above you, making it hard to see you. Before they could do anything else, you heard at least three gunshots and the person right in front of you, the one touching you, fell onto the floor. The other two stood there and turned white as sheets when they saw their friend dead.

Joker had noticed this and come to your rescue.

‘’Walk away baby this won’t be pretty’’ He growled and you saw two of his henchmen behind him. Two other henchmen walked up to the rest of the harassers and they were held tightly, not allowed to escape. Fear sunk into their faces and they knew they had fucked up real bad.

You walked away from the wall and watched you step so you wouldn’t step on the dead man. Tears gushed down your eyes and you were trembling. J nodded to his henchman Frost who then put his arm on your shoulder in a comforting way. Suddenly J walked up to the guy that had been on yout left side. ‘’You did something really dumb’’ J growled in his face madly. The people around you knew what was going on, but no one dared to step in whatsoever. 

‘’I-I’m sorry!’’ The man cried out in pure fear, but sorry wasn’t enough. Joker kneed his crotch and a painful yelp escaped his lips. J repeated the action and horror grew on the other guy’s face.  You watched as he started beating the guy like a maniac as the henchman hold the guy. ‘’No one..’’ J started and held onto his jaw tightly. ‘’..disrespects my queen like that!’’ He finished angrily and punched the man straight in the face andyou  could hear his nose breaking. It made me sick in the stomach.

A sob made Frost look at you again.You covered your mouth with your hands and tried to stay calm, but you were still shocked. Everything happened so fast. You felt disgusting since the guy had touched you there. ‘’Frost do me a favour and take her to my office. I bet she doesn’t want to see the rest’’ J sighed and faced you with his back, clothed with a golden jacket. Frost replied with a ‘’yes sir’’ and then started walking away with you beside him. People stepped out of the way as Frost took me towards the hall where there was an elevator.

As soon as you two got in the elevator, silence fell over. Tears were ruining your make-up and you kept trembling. ‘’I’m sorry miss’’ Frost apologized softly. He was one of J’s most trusted men so you had talked to him a lot. You just nodded and then wiped away some tears which was useless. The doors slid open and you walked to the left until you were behind a black door. ‘’J’s r-really mad’’You whimpered and sat down on a big chair that was in J’s office. Frost nodded shortly.

‘’He flipped the table when he was told what was going on’’ Frost let you know. You looked at him silently. J really cared about you which was weird. Why? ‘’Do you want anything? Water?’’ Frost suggested and saw how uncomfortable you looked. ‘’No thanks’’ You mumbled and then bit the inside of your cheek to hold back cries. 

A few minutes later the door opened and J walked back. His clothes were bloody and his knuckles were already bruising. He seemed pissed as hell. When he saw you sitting there, he hurried to you. 

‘’Oh baby..’’ He breathed out and put his warm hands on your arms and then got on his knees in front of you. He seemed relieved to see you there after beating people up.  You put your hand on his and tried to stay calm. ‘’Thanks Frost’’ J muttered and a second later he walked out, leaving you two alone. That’s when tears started to run down your cheeks again.’’Oh baby..don’t you cry..They can’t do anything to you anymore’’ He promised and gathered himself. He picked you up and then sat on the chair and placed you on his lap. 

‘’I’m sorry..I-I don’t know what happened..’’ You whimpered, still scared of the situation. J wrapped his arms around you softly. ‘’Shh..It’s not your fault’’ He reminded you with a calmer voice and started rubbing your back gently like you were as fragile as a feather. You nuzzled closer to him and then his scent calmed you down. You were safe with him

rikadivani  asked:

I'm kind of shocked you reblogged that post about neurotypical advice when I've seen you complaining about people giving you unsolicited advice for your chronic illnesses.

To me there is a difference between generally sound advice, and what is as you say, unsolicited advice from people who ignore what you have said, and insist they are right. 

I don’t mind any of those things, they are in fact great advice for most people and I think tumblr’s skewed anti-recovery rhetoric and baseline rejection of what are, lets face it, Basic Self Care Methods is highly toxic and harmful to those looking to start their path to recovery. 

For some people, drinking more water will help, for some people having a schedule and regular routine will help. To claim that these things flat out do not work at all, is false and harmful towards recovery. 

Where I get pissed off is when you have more severe issues, and people just willfully don’t get it. They refuse to believe that these things did not work for you, therefore you are a liar. 

I get a lot, A LOT, of daily messages from people asking me if I have tried XYZ for my recovery because it helped them, and more often than not I have to inform them I have, didn’t work for me, but thanks anyway. The response I get from that a lot of the time is “aw man that sucks, sorry to have bothered you then, hope you get something that works for you!” and I think to myself “what a nice person, I’m glad the thing helped them” and go about my day. Those messages do not make me mad because I genuinely believe they are sent with good intent. Sometimes it gets a little tiresome to repeat myself so often, but hey, they were just trying to help, and I’d rather live in a world where people try to help than where they don’t.

And then there’s the “If you just tried harder” squad who fall into my inbox every now and then, who don’t believe that some things can’t be cured, only managed. Who don’t believe me when I tell them I already do most of those things. Who tell me I am lying if I say XYZ doesn’t work because one time they had something vaguely wrong with them and it fixed them. 

They cannot perceive a reality where full recovery is not an option, and worse than that, they try to inflict that mindset on others and infer that we somehow deserve our suffering. Those people need to learn some of what they preach and try to be mindful, both of themselves and others. 

So yea, drink water, get sleep, eat regularly and try to be active. That shit is great advice for daily life. 

Just don’t be the asshole that sees someone talking about their health condition and immediately jump towards making suggestions. Listen to them, hear what they are saying and try to process it. If you still think you might have something helpful to say, go ahead, ask them if they have heard of, or if they think XYZ might help them. But don’t tell them that it will. And certainly do not tell them they just need to try harder then. Cause that shit ain’t right.

Things didn’t work out because, well, greater things were in the works. It’s so difficult while we’re blind and hurting and don’t know which way is up. But, if you have faith in anything, have faith in the fact that the universe has a beautiful way of straightening things out far better than we ever could. You may not see it today or tomorrow, but you will look back in a few years and be absolutely perplexed and awed by how every little thing added up and brought you somewhere wonderful– or where you always wanted to be. You will be grateful that things didn’t work out the way you once wanted them to.
—  Brianna Wiest
Close as Strangers

Close as Strangers: Chapter One

You were happy it was your last year of school. That was until you had to start tutoring your old best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Otherwise known as “Mr. Popular.” 

Word count: 5.6k

Genre: High School au, angst

This was my 5sos story I started on Wattpad but I wanted to do a BTS version.

{Playlist} Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven |eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve


It was August 20th, the first day of senior year. You were pretty excited, you honestly felt this was going to be a great year. You guess you were also happy this was the last year of high school. You got up and turned off your alarm. Your phone read, 7:15. You’d only lived a couple of  minutes away from school, so you could afford to sleep in a little more.

You got up and grabbed your uniform out of your closet. Yet another reason to be excited about this school year, you only had to wear this god awful thing one more year. You got dressed and went to the bathroom, going through your morning routine. Once you were done and ready you grabbed your backpack and headed downstairs. You went into the kitchen and saw your mom and dad eating breakfast.

Your dad looked up from the paper, “Y/N, look at you. You’re up before noon, how does that feel,” his smile was contagious.

“Forced,” You smiled.  

He laughed and went back to his paper. “Y/N,” your mom spoke.

“Yes ma'am?”

She walked over to the table handing you two paper sacks. “Your and Yoongi’s lunch for today.”

You smiled and looked up at her, “Thanks Mom.”

“Sure,” she spoke as she sat down at the table. You’d started to eat some toast that was on the table when Yoogi rushed in.

“Sorry I’m late,” Yoongi shouted from the hallway as he came into the kitchen.

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genre : smut
Summary : It was a beautiful transaction. You were his date for the night and your bank account got bigger.

You had your hand ready on the latch of necklace, you couldn’t risk breaking it mid sex. It was far too expensive. 

“Don’t take it off,” he said, voice and tone not leaving any room for argument. 

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frondescence  asked:

today i saw a dog in the back of a pickup truck and he was lookin at the road and his ears were all flappin around and he was a black lab with a red collar and he was the cutest thing i've ever seen i almost crashed the car and thought of u

that is so sweet you thought of me aw! :’) and it sounds so so cute i had to do a little drawing 💕 (also i’m glad you didn’t crash your car)

anonymous asked:

do you have any fluffy peter & tony headcanons or anything tbh because im having a horrible day and im so anxious i feel like im gonna explode

(Okay I told myself I was gonna take a break from writing today but u know what. U deserve Good Tony and Peter Writing so,,,,I’m gonna do my best with that. Hope u feel better soon my friend, and I hope this helps in some way x)



His hands were shaking against the prompt cards he held in an iron-clad grip.


It was stupid, really. Ridiculous. He’d battled monsters and stopped bombs and yet here he was, getting worked up over a damn science presentation.

And there wasn’t even any reason why. He was good at science. Brilliant, if he did say so himself. And the whole school was full of science nerds like him, so it wasn’t as if he was going to get laughed off stage, either.


So why the damn hell did he feel so…awful?


Pull yourself together, Spiderman, he told himself, shaking his head a little and peaking out from behind the wings to watch the speech that was currently being given by another of his classmates. It was a mandatory thing in order for everyone to get a grade. Each of them had to present an idea or a theory to the rest of their year and put points that were for and against it. At the end, other kids asked questions, drilled you, probably started giggling and whispering if you couldn’t answer one of their godawful comments-

Ugh. He felt vaguely sick.


He’d been on edge the whole day just thinking about it. There were, what, a hundred faces, maybe more, in the audience? Including Flash, who was sat at the back, just waiting for Peter to slip up so he could laugh loudly or boo or something.

He could barely even think straight. His mind was all fuzzy and his palms were too sweaty. It felt like his lungs weren’t working properly anymore.

This sucked.


“Hey kid,”


Peter jerked wildly as someone stepped up to his shoulder. God, he’d been so out of it he hadn’t even heard them, what the hell was wrong with him-

“I- uh, hi Mr-” he turned, looking over and expecting to see a teacher. 

“Tony?” he said incredulously, as his brain registered the tinted yellow glasses and carefully sculpted van dyke.

“The one and only,” Tony replied absently, as he peered out through the wings and looked at the boy onstage, “you next?” He asked.

“I…what-you-how?” Peter spluttered, “what are you doing here?”

Tony looked at him, before shrugging. If Peter wasn’t mistaken, he almost looked sheepish. “You mentioned this thing, uh, a few days ago in the labs? I didn’t have anything on, so I though I’d come, show a bit of moral support, you know the drill,” he muttered. “How you feeling? You ready? Nervous?”

Peter opened his mouth, but the assurance failed to come out. He was a notoriously bad liar, after all.
Plus, his vocal cords didn’t really seem to be working very well right now. Which, considering what he was about to go up and do, was Very Very Bad.

Tony looked him up and down, noting the quivering hands, slightly green face and general expression of terror before sighing and pulling the sunglasses off his nose in order to place them on the bridge of Peter’s. “Okay, Peter, today you are not Peter. Today, you are me, and I am about to give a heart-raising, mind-blowing, showstopping speech on…” he peered down, reading the top of Peter’s card, “effective and innovative designs to contribute toward a greener society,” 

Peter just nodded, looking up at Tony through the yellow lenses.

“First thing,” Tony began, raising a hand and wandering backward, before gesturing around the place, “you gotta own the room, kid. Movement is important. Hands, feet, eyes- don’t just stand there like a lemon and read off the prompts. You wanna get a good grade? You engage the audience,” he stepped forward, pointing at Peter’s eye, and then his own, “eye contact. Always do the eye contact. Kinda terrifying, admittedly, but you only need to do it for a second. You’re not gonna stare em down like they’re trying to rob a bank here, okay, you’re just catching their eye. Showing them you’re focused, like you’re talking to them specifically. Keep moving around, look at everyone.”

He stopped. Grabbed Peter’s shoulder. “So, Mr Stark, how do you begin your speech?”

Peter stopped, caught off guard like a rabbit in the headlights. “Uhhhhh-”

“Okay, well for starters, I definitely don’t do that,” Tony shook his head, pushing the glasses a little further up Peter’s nose as they began to slip down. “You wanna begin with something simple. Casual. This isn’t a funeral service. You’re just putting an idea across. ‘hello everybody’ will suffice. I’d say open with a joke, but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

Peter had to agree on that one. He took another look over to the side, and noticed the boy was beginning to wrap up. 

Oh, hell. He was next.

Tony noticed, too, and he let his other hand rest on Peter’s shoulder as well, so that he was gripping Peter between both hands. “Listen, kid. Stick to the basics. Eye contact. Movement. Keep it light, and don’t focus too hard on individuals. It’ll only freak you out. You’re gonna do great, kid. Honestly, you’re definitely the smartest one out there, you got nothing to worry about.”

“People are gonna laugh,” Peter muttered, looking down at his feet. God, Flash- Flash was gonna be a total ass, he could predict it perfectly. Peter would pause, just for a moment, and Flash would do something stupid like laugh or make a stupid noise and then it would throw Peter off-

“No-one’s gonna laugh, Kid,” Tony said, before his eyes narrowed. “Unless there’s someone who’s planning on ruining it for you. Is there?”

“I dunno, Flash said some stuff earlier, but… I dunno,” Peter mumbled, biting his lip. He wished he’d been ill today. Or HYDRA had decided to attack a Macy’s or something. At least that would have been a genuine excuse.

“Flash, huh?” Tony mused quietly, peering out into the audience, “greasy looking pussy at the back, right?”

Peter laughed nervously, nodding. “Uh, yeah, that’s the one.”

Tony pulled a face, and then nodded to himself. “Okay. Okay, cool. Well listen, I’ll make sure Flash isn’t a problem, alright? Don’t worry about him.”


A sudden wave of applause filled the auditorium, and signalled Peter’s turn up. 

“Big breath. Come on, you’ll kick ass. You’re Spiderman. Or you can be me, just for a few minutes, if that’ll make it easier,” Tony assured him, patting his cheek  and smiling.


“-And now, it is my great pleasure to present to you, Peter Parker!” The Principal announced, and another round of applause burst out.

Okay. Showtime.


“Wait, kid, sunglasses!” Tony caught him before he could move, sliding them back off his face with a grin, “they’re a tad too big for you. Don’t want them sliding off whilst you’re deep in the middle of solving the world’s energy crisis.”

Peter huffed out a nervous laugh, and then did as Tony said, taking a long, deep breath before turning away and walking slowly toward the main stage.


He could do this. Tony did it all the time. He could be Tony, just for five and a half minutes, right? Tony had said he could.


His hands were still shaking a little as he stepped in front of everyone, but he felt a little braver. A little prouder. Maybe even confident.


At the back of the hall, he watched Tony slip in through the doors, more inconspicuous than Peter had ever seen him as he wandered toward the back row and grabbed a chair, leaning over the back of it and whispering something into-

Peter sighed, unable to hold back the little grin of satisfaction as Flash’s head turned to look up at him, eyes widening in a hilarious fashion as he realised, yet again, he was being told off by Tony Stark.

It was even more amusing to watch the colour drain from his face as Tony continued to whisper in his ear. He watched as Flash nodded a little jerkily, and then Tony smiled, before stepping back and leaning against the back wall, right in the middle where Peter could see him.


He grinned up when Peter made eye contact, and Peter smiled back.


He could do this.




“You did it!” 


Peter turned, smile on his face as he watched Tony jog up toward him, hands raised in a thumbs-up as he grinned over. Luckily, the presentation had been at the last period, and so Peter was free to get the fuck out and finally relax for the first time that day.

“Yeah- I think it went…well,” Peter admitted happily.

 Tony pulled a face, letting his arm fall across Peter’s shoulders and squeeze. “Uhm, you did more than ‘well’, kid- you totally blew everyone else out of the water.”

“You didn’t even see everyone else, Tony.”

He felt the shrugging gesture Tony made beside him. “I’m gonna go ahead and assume here, kid. You were great. Very Tony Stark-ish. Except with less narcissism and more genuine-ness, y’know? Never would’ve guessed you were nervous.”

Peter grimaced. “I thought I was gonna throw up the entire time.”

“Well then, you are a remarkable actor, Mr Parker,” Tony told him, “hey, how about doing my speech for me this weekend at the charity gala I am being forcibly blackmailed into attending? I have a busy schedule of sleeping and eating and I don’t want it disturbed.”

Peter laughed, giving Tony a shove, “thanks, but if it’s all the same with you, I’m never going to give a speech ever again. That was crazy. Everyone stares at you. What the hell?”

“Yeah, when you’re the only person talking in a huge auditorium, people tend to do that,” Tony huffed, shaking his head, “so damn rude of them.”

“It really is,” Peter agreed, hiking his bag up a little further on to his shoulder before turning to tony, a grin beginning to form on his face. “Hey- what did you tell Flash, by the way?”

Tony tapped his nose secretively. “None of your business.”

“Aw, come on, I see him most, it’s more my business than yours.”

“Hey, maybe I just like him. Maybe I was having a catch up, Peter, huh? You’re not special, I might be secretly mentoring him, too.”

Peter rolled his eyes, shoving Tony playfully and then grabbing his arm before he went careering to the floor. “Whoops- superstrength.”

“That was a threat, wasn’t it? I feel threatened. Again. Physical threats, this time, too- it’s getting worse-”

“Tony,” Peter whined frustratedly, “please tell me.”

Tony stopped, hand half-way to reaching his car door before turning to look back at Peter. “I told him if he made a single sound, I’d hack the school system and turn all his A* into C’s,” he admitted, before adding “is that bad? I don’t know- I tend to threaten both adults and kids alike, what can I say, I’m all about equality,” 

Peter watched, smile on his face as Tony jumped into his car and pulled his shades back on. “You did good, kid. I’ll see you ‘round,” he said, shooting Peter another thumbs up before revving the engine and pulling out of the car park.

Peter watched, shaking his head fondly. He felt kinda exhausted- the day had been stressful as fuck, and it had taken it out of him. But hey- at least it was over. And at least it hadn’t turned into a full-blown panic attack, either. That would’ve just been embarrassing.

“Thanks, Tony,” Peter muttered, waving cheerily over at a still rather horrified looking Flash from across the road before beginning to make his way down the drive.



“Wait. You got a lift?”


Peter turned, watching as Tony reversed back to him and raised an eyebrow at him curiously from the open window.

“Sorry, I don’t get in cars with strangers,” Peter deadpanned, beginning to walk forward again, hiding a fond grin as Tony just rolled forward and followed him.

“Uhh,” Tony made a face, turning around and shuffling in his car for a second before pulling out something. It was a bag of kisses, a few of them already eaten, with the wrappers thrown back in the bag. “I got candy?”

Peter broke his deadpan stare a second later, in order to laugh. Tony was a fucking idiot, honestly. “Right, okay, I’ve been convinced,” he declared, before sliding over the bonnet and opening the door on the other side.

As soon as he’d fallen in, Tony flicked him on the ear. “Ow!” He yelped, looking betrayed.

“Don’t slide your dirty school jeans over my car, you heathen,” Tony scolded, before turning back to the road and stepping on accelerate. “And don’t touch my radio. We’re listening to my music, not yours.”

Peter groaned, “ugh, but your music taste is-”

“Unless you want to get forcibly removed from this vehicle, I suggest you quit running your mouth, boy,” 

Peter looked over to him. There was silence for a stretch, before Peter muttered, “Metallica sucks.”

“RIGHT,” Tony pulled his sunglasses off, chucking them at Peter’s chest and then moving his hand to the dash where all his modified features sat, “that’s it, you’re getting ejected, buh-bye demon child-”

“TONY NO I’M SORRY I DIDN’T M-”

GOING TO THE YULE BALL WITH SIRIUS BLACK WOULD INVOLVE

The gif just murdered me. That is all

- Let’s say it was your final year at Hogwarts, and the school slag, Sirius Black began to flirt with you coming up to the Yule Ball.

- So many awful pick up lines & one liners. You believing you were another one of his week flings, so starting to ignore the dark haired Gryffindor.

- Politely declining when he first asks you to the Ball, almost certain he would use you for a week and dump you like he had so many others. It wasn’t that he was a bad person, he just fell for people so easily- you thinking you had been his target this week.

- Let’s say you were also a Gryffindor, and you happened to be in the common room studying contently by yourself, cramming before the final tests of the season. 

- Sirius openly admitting to everyone within earshot of you how whipped he was for you, and how bloody beautiful he thought you were, and how he only wished you would accompany him to the Yule Ball, you raising your eyebrows at him curiously.

- After the fifth or sixth time, realising he wasn’t going to quit, you agreed to go with him if it shut him up.

- “Do you want to go to Hogsmede this weekend together?”

- Going into Hogsmede with Sirius and getting a few drinks in one of the little pubs. Getting a little bit tipsy together, leading to sloppy, open mouthed kisses which you may have regretted the next day, when all of Sirius’ friends wolf whistled at you when you had walked down the common room stairs.

- Him profusely apologising, promising it won’t happen again or so help him he’ll feed them to the giant squid.

- Having a slight tiny maybe crush on Sirius, making the lead up to the ball that much more exciting.

- On the night, walking down into the common room where girls were fixing their earrings and make up, while the boys were running around fixing their ties, everyone chatting excitingly.

- Spotting Sirius waiting for you, chatting to James Potter and Lily Evans.

- He might have been talking to James, then spotting you at the top of the stairs, staring at you open mouthed, his eyes widening a bit. 

- James patting him on the back, leaving you two to it.

- A couple of other people had turned their heads to stare at you in awe.

- SIRIUS IN HIS DARK RED DRESS ROBES LIKE IN THE GIF

- Honestly don’t imagine Sirius who had actually put an effort into taming his hair and maintaining his stubble, all to try to impress you.

- “(Y/N). Sirius offered you his arm, leading you to the ballroom, chatting about little things on the way there. 

- A couple of guys making some provocative comments towards you, making you cringe. Sirius would not hesitate to pull out his wand, hexing them into next week.

- “No one talks about my girl like that.” Sirius growled.

- “Your girl?” You were smirking.

- Sirius taking your hand and looking at you seriously for a second. “Well I was going to wait until later tonight but now’s a good a time as any.”

- “You’re proposing to me aren’t you?” You had a dead serious look on your face, making Sirius throw his head back in laughter. 

- “Kind of. I was hoping you would be my girlfriend.” 

- Maybe you said yes because of how well he looked tonight and how he was so protective of you, but maybe it was because deep down you had liked him all along.

- When the ball started, Sirius would make a solid effort in trying to be interested in dancing. You pulled him close through one of the songs so you could whisper in his ear.

- “Let’s get out of here.” 

- Taking his hand, leading him back to the common room, telling him to wait outside. Grabbing a few blankets and a bottle of firewhiskey you kept in your dorm, Sirius smirking when he sees the bottle.

- Leading him towards the astronomy tower, both reminiscing and exchanging stories of Christmas and shennanigans through out the year.

- Things start to get dark really quickly, passing the bottle back and forth between you two, the both of you wrapped in blankets. Your head was resting against his chest, one of his arms slinged around you when he begins to tell you about his abusive family- quickly highlighting how he’s okay now living with the Potter’s when he notices your face fall.

- Looking up at him, becoming mesmerised in his dark eyes.

- Briefly remembering told not to trust long haired tall boys with dark eyes who break the rules because there’s a 99% chance they will break your fucking heart.

- Not giving a fuck.

- Moving to stradle his lap, crashing your lips onto his anyway, his strong arms snaking around your waist, pulling you closer to him, the taste of whiskey on his lips, and his cologne clouding your senses.

- Running your fingers through his hair, thinking how you could get used to this.

the good die young

Sirius Black walked nervously up and down as he watched the events unfold in Hogwarts. The place he knew like the back of his hand, the place where he had the best time of his life with the people he cared about the most. It was crumbling down, every wall that he had once touched, every statue he hid behind, it was all falling apart right in front of his eyes and he hated that he was useless once more. 

Fred Weasley had recently joined them, Sirius watched as this kid watched his family with worried eyes that reminded him so much of Fabian and Gideon. Sirius had watched the brothers comfort the red haired boy who cried breathlessly as he watched his older brother run after his killer. All the things that poor boy must be feeling were nothing compared to what James and Lily were feeling. They knew how this would end, they knew Harry would join them soon. Lily watched with worried eyes as James took his glasses off every two minutes to rub his forehead, like he had a headache he couldn’t get rid of. 

Sirius heard James yell “No” as he fell on his knees and thought that maybe it was the time, maybe his godson was joining them. He didn’t dare turn around, he couldn’t bear seeing him here, not Harry. He closed his eyes and kept them shut, not so fast, this shouldn’t have happened so fast.

“Pads?”

I must be dreaming.  

“Sirius?”

It’s impossible.

“Sirius, open your eyes”

So Sirius did and wished he hadn’t.

No” yelled Sirius as he turned away from the tall man standing in front of him, with two visible scars on his face and tired eyes. “This is not happening. Lily please tell me this is not happening” shouted Sirius as tears were streaming down his face.

“Please Lils” he begged, barely whispering. Sirius looked James with pleading eyes to tell him that the man stood in front of him a second ago was not Remus, was not his Moony. James’ tear stained face was all the answer he needed but didn’t want.

“Sirius,” began Remus, Lily was staring behind Sirius with tear filled eyes, so it was really him. 

“James you should keep watching Harry. I– I got Remus” assured Sirius. James looked torn between Remus and Harry but Sirius knew Harry had to come first. Remus would understand that.

“Hello Professor Lupin” said Fred slowly, Remus flinched at that mention.

“I didn’t– I didn’t know you–”

“The good die young Professor, I hope it won’t be in vain” replied Fred with hope in his voice. Sirius took in Remus completely, the way his amber eyes watered as he smiled to the Weasley kid, the way his head tilted to the side when he felt hopeless. The way he had grown old without him despite all the promises they had made each other.

Sirius slowly walked away from the ever growing crowd around James and Lily, he stopped when he was sure no one could hear them.

“Who was it?” demanded Sirius before Remus could open his mouth.

“Lestrange” replied Remus like he expected Sirius to ask the question. Remus looked around troubled. “Where am I? Purgatory?”

“Well kind of, you don’t move on unless you want to. Afterlife is a better explanation” said Sirius, his eyes hanging on every new scar on Remus’ visible skin. He was sure there were plenty more he couldn’t see. 

“So you are- you are all real? You are real? I’m not in heaven and imagining everything around because I’m d-dead?”

Sirius slowly nodded in response. Remus slowly raised his hand to touch Sirius but he searched for Sirius’ permission to do so. Sirius leaned his head down to let his hand touch like a dog would to his owner. As soon as Sirius felt the warmth of Remus on his skin, he felt all his troubles melt away. 

Remus slowly pulled Sirius in a tight hug as he pressed the shorter man’s head on his chest, his long fingers tangled in Sirius’ long silky hair.

“I thought I had lost you forever” whispered Remus in Sirius’ black hair. He still smelled like chocolate, Sirius inhaled the familiar scent and felt like he was back in Grimmauld Place, 12, two years ago. Intertwined in his bed, the chocolate scent in the corridors of the place he hated so much and Sirius didn’t think he would feel Remus’ rough skin on his soft one anytime soon. Sirius didn’t know what to feel, he had Moony back but he wanted him to live longer than this, he deserved to live longer than this, he deserved happiness.

Remus broke the silence slowly.

“I have to ask you something but I don’t know how to–”

“I am not angry or disappointed in you because you chose happiness Moons. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy,” interrupted before Remus could finish his sentence. Remus cleared his throat to hid the tears pooling in his eyes. “Am I a little jealous of Dora? Yes, but if you were happy, that’s all I ever need,” continued Sirius and he saw Remus smile slightly.

“I missed you with every little piece of my being, I felt numb for days after you were gone and I–” stuttered Remus. “All I wanted was you and I was tired, you know? Everything I ever loved was taken from me and you were the last blow. The thing I loved the most–” Sirius stared at the werewolf in awe, Remus’ amber eyes stared into Sirius’ grey ones with so much love Sirius felt himself drown in it. “What I am trying to say is I have never given up on you Sirius.”

Sirius for once in his life was lost for words. He somehow knew that Remus would never completely forget him but to hear him say it so clearly was so different.

“And I loved her, Tonks I mean, I still do. She is an incredible person and an even better friend. She took care of me and she loved me almost as much as you did and I needed her, I needed to feel that,” babbled Remus, he almost sounded guilty because he wanted happiness. “Then Teddy came, he is so perfect, I wish you met him. Just because I loved Tonks does not mean that I was ever over you, Pads.”

Sirius just stared at him, his eyes fixated on Remus’ lips, taking in every little word that fell from them. Then he slowly reached for Remus’ hand kissed each wounded knuckle. 

At that moment, they didn’t need words or anything else for that matter. Just one look and everything unspoken was out in the open. Remus slowly wiped away the tear from Sirius’ cheek. Sirius realised he started crying way too often but it felt good, to hear those words. Remus turned around to stare at the crowd behind him.

“So, what are James and Lily doing?” 

“They are watching Harry and the others, you can watch people from here. So if you want to you can watch Tonks and Teddy,” said Sirius smiling and Tonks appeared in front of them fighting for her life, duelling two Death Eaters at the same time.

“She should have stayed home” said Remus as he watched Tonks desperately. 

“Well, Blacks aren’t that good at listening and sitting still Remus, you should have learned it by now” admitted Sirius guiltily, he only listened to Remus and no one else. 

Sirius saw the jet of green light flying towards his cousin and saw Remus turn as white as a ghost. Sirius barely heard him say “Please, no” as he searched for Sirius to stay standing. The only thing Sirius could think about was what Fred Weasley said as he accepted his fate, the good die young.

A discussion about Anti-SJM people

Because I’m bored and curious. 

Okay. I was largely unaware of a lot of the anti-fans’ complaints about her work, but from what I’m understanding it has to do with her killing POCs and “idolizing” abusive relationships. So let’s talk about this. I want to discuss this. 

I’ll admit, as a POC, I understand the anger at SJM for seeming to have a habit of killing them off, i.e. Sorscha and Nehemia (Did she kill any POC in ACOTAR? I can’t recall). But here’s the thing. If you’ve been with the series for awhile, or watched ANY of SJM’s interviews, you know she means no harm. I mean, come on. She’s a sweetheart. We all know it. In my own personal opinion, if she really did kill off POCs on purpose, it was to further showcase the King’s intolerance of difference. His execution of the slaves in Calaculla and Endovier as well as Sorscha are further portrayal of his hatred of those who are different. It’s not meant to be just, or fair. It’s absolutely meant to be horrifying and awful, because if you recall, very similar things happened in our very real history

Why would people believe that the ideals of the King reflect the ideals of SJM? I mean, really? Unless there’s some other piece of information I’m missing. If that’s the truth, then fill me in. I really do want to discuss.

Anyway, bottom line is, if it really bothers you all that much, you don’t have to read it. But you gotta remember, Sarah’s not a white supremacist. Don’t be ridiculous. Remember what Throne of Glass is really about. Rebelling against a corrupt and horrible leader, and attempting to free the world from a time of darkness and lost beauty. 

Now let’s talk about this supposed idolizing of abusive relationships. My first questions are, A) Did you read ACOMAF? Tamlin’s character was shredded apart (figuratively). He was the only real abusive relationship in the story. And B) I want to know what you guys really define as an “abusive” relationship.
I’m guessing most people are referring to Rowan’s actions in HoF. Now, none of it should be condoned. Of course not. But you also have to take into consideration that they are not human, demi-Fae operate a bit differently than humans, so his biting her (especially in a fantasy story), wasn’t as awful as you guys may make it out to be. But he also harmed her physically in other ways. 

Here’s the other things you guys need to remember. 1) He was training her, i.e. physical harm is a tad inevitable, 2) Both of them were sort of little shits at the time, both were suffering from immense grief and self-loathing, and 3) They didn’t have a relationship. There was nothing between them when they first began training in Mistward. They owed each other nothing, wanted nothing to do with each other. There can’t be an “abusive” relationship if there was no relationship to begin with. 

Of course, this changes, and so do they. The key difference between Rowan, and, say, Tamlin, is that Rowan worked to gain Aelin’s forgiveness. Spent most of his time considering himself undeserving of her affection. He fell in love with her, accepted her flaws, and vowed to stand beside her to whatever end. That is called redeeming himself. Gaining forgiveness for his assholery in HoF. They helped heal one another, and fell in love in the process. Tell me again how any of that is, “abusive”. 

That’s all I have to say. If there’s any information I’m not aware of, and you’re up for discussing like a civil human being, I’m completely open to it. 

Confidential

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | NAMJOON VERSION

WORD COUNT: 7K

What started out as a fun and easy way to pay off your college debts eventually meant living with a man who’s name you did not speak. To others, he was Kim Namjoon — the owner of several multi-billion dollar companies with a cold personality and a yearn for perfection. To you, he was that very same man, cold and distant, except you were strictly instructed to call him one thing and one thing only.

Daddy.

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, dom!namjoon + sub!reader, daddy kink, oral sex, fingering + strong language

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When They Realized They Loved You

Bucky: He was at one of his weakest moments, having just woken up from a nightmare with an earth shattering yell. Within moments you were there in his doorway, asking if you could come in. Keep in mind, the two of you had just become acquaintances since he moved into the Avengers Compound. So you were cautious as you approached, Bucky’s chest was still heaving up and down and glittering with sweat. Despite his horrid appearance, you still kneeled down next to his bed and put your face close to his. You put your hands on both of his cheeks, brushing away the tears as well. After having a few moments of just reminding him of where he was, and who he really was, the shaking subsided and he finally looked into your eyes. Bucky knew in that moment that he found his true love.

Steve: Everyone treated him like he was some kind of lab rat that needed to be handled with extreme caution, or else he would shatter like a vase. But then you came along, fresh out of agent training and ready to take on the world. Tony lassoed your raw talent and energy, and brought you along an Avengers mission as soon as he possibly could. Once the team hit the ground in Russia, everyone realized how severely outnumbered you all were. Instead of wasting a second, you assumed second in command and got everyone out of their trances and into the battle. This included giving a pep talk to Steve that made him realize how much he could really get done on these missions. Just having you stand there, and whip him into shape was enough to really see that you knew what he was truly capable of as Steve, and not just “Captain America”. Steve understood then that you were the one for him, forever and always.

Natasha: There was nothing worse than the new cocky agents, and of course Tony managed to always assign them to Natasha. The two of you were quite the dynamic duo when it came to agent training, everyone knew that when Nat was near; you were too. So the idiot agent who tried to talk shit about Natasha’s past while doing exercises in the corner should’ve known you were near, since she was on the other side of the gym. But he continued to talk until you quickly silenced him by flipping him over and pinning him to the ground with your foot on his throat. After a few threats that could’ve gotten you arrested anywhere in the world, Natasha was behind you softly laughing and grabbing your elbow to pull you off the kid. Later that night when you finally told her what really happened, it was like she dropped the facade of being apathetic and kissed you like there was no tomorrow. No one had ever defended her like that, and Natasha felt in her heart that she had finally found her true love.

Sam: Having a good spotify playlist going on the speakers was a must in Sam’s house, and you were there to enjoy it all the time. Good thing you and Sam shared music taste, so you spent most of your time dancing around while doing little domestic things around the house. One particular Tuesday night, Sam had been on a mission so you knew you were good to put on your music while you cooked. No pants, hair down, singing at the top of your lungs was the picture that Sam walked in on. For a moment, he fell silent, in awe at your raw beauty in those few fleeting moments in front of him. As you turned around, you met eyes with Sam. All his mind was on was kissing you, and he put his plan into action. The amount of love he had for you had finally dawned on him and he was ready to accept it in his heart.

Clint: Being an avenger warrants a lot of bodily damage, so he always shows up on your doorstep late at night in hopes of you being awake. Patching him up became a regular thing when you met him from being an agent on one of their missions, but this time he seemed to be at his worst. Clint had not one, not two, but three bullet wounds in his stomach. It was a miracle he didn’t bleed out on the walk over to your apartment. As you were going to work on him, you realized how quiet he had been which made your heart sink. But lo and behold, he was only taking in your figure hovering over him, stabilizing his wounds. There was a faint smile on his face that matched well with his hooded eyelids. Even through the weariness of blood loss, he began to face this realization: he loved you. Clint loved you for everything you did for him, and for the person you are.

Bruce: After dating for over a year, you had grown accustomed to his frequent nightmares. Bruce would indeed freak out during these nightmares, but not enough to Hulk Out. However, one odd Wednesday, his nightmares were more aggressive than usual. He tossed and turned, which obviously caused you to awake to the situation at hand. You knew that he was going to need the usual calm down, but what you weren’t expecting was the agonizing scream that accompanied his restlessness. Any other person would have been terrified to be in the same room as him, let alone the same bed. But you calmly put one hand on his shoulder, and stroked his cheek with the other, effectively calming him down. He glanced over at you and sees the most loving look, no fear in sight. You just looked back at him like he was the only thing in the world that you needed, and realized he was absolutely madly in love with you.

Tony: Being Iron Man was dangerous, it was no secret to you or Tony. But that sure as hell didn’t stop him from flying around in his metal casket of a suit. He never felt that the suit itself was dangerous, until one afternoon when it suddenly malfunctioned in mid air. Tony could feel it shutting down, but he already knew what was going to happen the moment it buckled in the air. He knew exactly how far the drop was from the sky to the ground, and he knew how little time it would take for him to get there. The reality set in that when he hit that ground, he wasn’t getting back up. But the only thing he was worried about was leaving you alone, because he was so utterly in love with you. Luckily, in a spur of understated good fortune, the suit powered back up, before he started picking up speed in his descent. It only later dawned on him about what he had thought of in those terrifying moments, and he decided that night he was going to tell you how he really felt.

Peter: Since you were best friends with one another, you and Peter had made a pact to never keep any secrets from each other. You had both agreed that this pact would stand firm for the rest of your lives. So with the pact came the spider man secret, which was way more than you could bring to the table. Good thing, because you’re not sure how else you would have gotten out of almost being mugged by some punk in an alleyway walking home to your apartment building one fateful evening. Peter always made sure to keep an eye on you while he was out doing whatever a man with spider reflexes does. He swung from a nearby building as soon as he saw you disappear from the sidewalk. Peter was so fast in looping an arm around your waist, whisking you away from your attacker. After dropping you off right in front of your building, his arms wrapped around you in a bear hug. Peter teared up a little bit, being hit with the fact that he could lose you within the blink of an eye. It hit him then, that he loved you with every bone in his body.

Pietro: Nothing stopped Pietro from constantly zooming around to do literally everything. Brushing his teeth took a maximum of ten seconds. He scarfed food down without so much as an inhale of breath, and he even fast forwarded TV programs to watch them. But when you came around and stepped into his life, Pietro never wanted to be in fast forward again. He wanted to spend as much time as he could with you, even though that meant slowing himself down indefinitely. Pietro was one hundred percent willing to slow down so you could keep up in doing everyday things, like brushing your teeth, and eating food, and watching TV. Everything in life he wanted to last as long as possible, and it then he realized he was madly in love with you.

Scott: Being the worry wart he is, he never really went on dates in fear of them finding out about his criminal past. Until you came along. The two of you had met through a mutual friend, and had immediately taken a liking to each other. So you went on a date, which turned into two, then a bunch more, finally becoming a couple. Everything that could have possibly been shared between the two of you was out in the open for one another, including stuff about the past. Scott didn’t really want to bring it into play, because based on past judgements, dates didn’t find felonies appealing. But you were different. You weren’t sure if it was attractive or just didn’t matter, but you didn’t mind them. This shocked him, right into realizing how amazing you were. He took that as a sign that you would forgive him of his shortcomings, flaws, and mistakes and love him anyway. Which was true, and only made him fall deeply in love with you.

Loki: Contrary to popular belief, Loki was very pleasant to be around. Nobody gave him enough of a chance to realize this, though. Except you. You had grown up with him and Thor on Asgard, and nothing had changed about either of them. Thor was still loud and full of joy, and Loki was still reserved and snarky. That wouldn’t ever change. You knew him to be very mild, and was drawn to that about him, which is why you were always around him and not Thor. You had never left his side, and he knew that you never would. It wasn’t commendable, considering everything he had done on Earth. But nevertheless, you were there with him. Loki found a shred of happiness in that, and he held it sacred to his heart. Nothing else in his life made him nearly as happy as you did. He couldn’t tell if it was love, and you would never tell him that it was, so the both of you never brought it up. As time passed, he realized that he was in fact, in love with you. When he finally made the first move, you gladly accepted him with open arms and a loving kiss.

Pool Fun: Part 1 (Peter x reader)

Good afternoon lovelies! I hope you’re all having a wonderful Thursday. I’m off tomorrow so I’ll be on tumblr basically all day long, so feel free to hit me up, or drop off some requests in my inbox! I’ll need to keep myself busy. Enjoy this cute Peter one shot xoxo

Request: hii good morning, lovely! may i request for a peter X reader where they’re alone on a cool night by the glowing sparkling pool and the reader steps out in her bathing suit and peter literally goes in awe and play around in the pool for a while and then well, they make out lovingly and addictively in the pool? thank you xoxo

Warnings: Peter just gets a little handsy. 

MASTERLIST


It had been one hell of a long day. You and Peter had had an extremely rough training day with Steve and both of you were exhausted. Being the two kids, and also being the newest additions to the Avengers, Steve was the hardest on you both. He always paired you up with the top dogs like Nat, or Bucky, knowing you would lose. The thing was that he did this to prepare you for situations like this because he didn’t want you to get hurt. Today was probably the worst of the training sessions. You had to fight both Nat and Bucky, a two on one. The only ground rule during this match was that no blood was to be drawn, but that didn’t mean they could bruise you up pretty good. Within the first seven minutes you were already taking blows to the gut, falling to your knees on the floor. Let’s just say Steve wasn’t too proud of your performance. 

You had agreed to meet Peter at the pool to cool off. When you looked out your bedroom window in the Avengers Tower, you could see his figure already swimming in the pool a few stories below you. You had on your favorite bikini and threw on an old band t-shirt over it. As you made your way downstairs, you grabbed a towel and walked out onto the terrace. Peter was settled on the edge of the pool, his arms outstretched to either side of him, and his head propped up against the ledge. His eyes were closed as he tried to relax his tense muscles. He didn’t realize you were coming till he heard the sliding door close. When he opened his eyes, he saw you taking off your shirt, revealing your beautiful figure. He gaped at you, admiring every curve on your body. 

“I see you staring, Peter Parker.” You smirked at him as you tossed your towel on one of the lounge chairs. Peter immediately closed his mouth, and despite the cold water, a shade of red crept up on his face. You walked towards him and stepped into the pool, eyeing him mischievously. The two of you had been flirting back and forth for who knows how long, but neither of you went beyond that. You settled down opposite of him, and closed your eyes. 

“F/N, why do you have to drive me so crazy?” Peter was trying to be as stern as he could, but failed. His attempt made you giggle. 

“That’s the fun in it. I gotta leave you wanting more, don’t I?” You made the snark comment, trying to hold back your grin. He puckered his lips in frustration and focused his gaze on the stars. When he wasn’t paying attention, you swiped a wave of water in his direction, spraying his face. 

“What the heck was that for?” Peter chuckled, releasing himself from the pool’s edge. 

“Hmm, I just felt like it.” You opened your eyes, and winked at the flustered teenager. 

“Well, you’re gonna pay for that. C’mere!” He launched himself towards you, but you quickly moved out of the way, swimming to the other side of the pool. You propelled yourself forward, but Peter quickly caught up to you and grabbed your ankle, pulling you underwater. You yelped, your face submerging in the pool. He was treading the water next to you and you returned his kind gesture by pulling him down next to you. You came up for air, and a couple seconds later his head bobbed up next to yours. As if it weren’t enough, the two of you splashed each other, the wind carrying you laughter around the open air. When both of you were finally tired out, you pulled your wet bodies out of the pool and sat on the edge, letting your lower legs dangle into the water. Silence passed over the two of you, and you found yourself trying to catch glimpses of Peter’s face. 

“I see you staring, F/N L/N.” He smirked, turning his head towards yours. You rolled your eyes and nonchalantly moved closer to him. He picked up on this and snaked his arm around your waist, causing goosebumps to raise on your arms. You yearned for his touch. It was addicting. He looked down at you and your eyes met his. Your gaze flitted between his sparkling eyes and his lush lips, a war inside of you raging as you debated whether or not to make a move. You slightly parted your lips, begging him to lean in. He took the opportunity and pulled your body against his, pressing his lips against yours. Your lips fit perfectly in between his and he tasted of cherry chapstick. You deepened the kiss, throwing one of your legs over his body, so that you were now straddling his hips. Your fingers weaved through his hair, and you slightly tugged on it, earning a slight moan from Peter. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your lips before diving into another hot kiss. You took in a breath, and Peter seized the moment, using his tongue to explore your mouth. You didn’t fight him for dominance, you let him win. His hands ran up the sides of your body, then went down your spine, sending shivers through your body. You pulled away for a second, staring into his wanting eyes. He smirked, knowing he had finally got what he had been wanting for ages. He wanted you. Your lips collided again and his hands snaked up your stomach to your breasts, giving them a squeeze. Your wet bathing suit dropped water droplets at the action, and it cooled your heating bodies. 

“Mm, don’t get too handsy, Parker.” You said under your breath, trying to catch it. Being the tease you were, you removed yourself from his lap and grabbed your towel. Your rubbed your scalp with it, trying to stop your hair from dripping water everywhere. Peter gawked at you. He couldn’t believe that you were leaving him like this. He wanted you so bad, but you weren’t letting him have it. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, and you gave him a smug look as you walked back towards the doors. You swayed your hips and tossed your hair to the side, giving him one last smirk before slipping back to your room. 

“Keep it up Parker, I’d like to see more of you sometime.” 


I hoped you enjoyed this Peter Parker one shot! I hoped you liked it too, anon. I had a lot of fun writing this. Thank you all for sticking around my blog, I love you all. I’ll have the next chapter of “There” posted tonight. I never realized how much I love writing Peter fics. I hope I get to do more! Have a wonderful day, xoxo

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Warnings/Contains: sexting, dirty talk, mention of the word “nut”, mentions of ass eating, no actual penetration, metal arm kink, flirting with a woman, masturbation

Word Count: 2234

bang this might be bad idk (p.s the gif has nothing to do w it lmao it probably would’ve gone better w shoot from the hip)

Originally posted by khalblogo

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