but her new hair is so nice!

Tonight, The Focus is on You

Summary: It’s late at night and in the midst of getting yourself a cup of tea you hear Bucky making some mysterious noises in his room.

Warnings: smutty smut, masturbation, fluffish, Sergeant kink, metal hand kink

A/N: I’m sitting at my kitchen table writing this and I can wholeheartedly say that writing has taken over my life and I love it. I’ve had to awkwardly click off this page so many goddamn times because my family keeps walking behind me and guys it’s so uncomfortable.

You picked up your cup of tea and strutted down the hallway. You were wide awake, another nightmare had plagued your dreams and woken you up panting. You hoped the cup of tea in your hand would soothe you, stopping your body from shaking, and help you fall back to sleep.

You slowed down as you passed by each door, not wanting to wake up anyone up. You stopped outside of Bucky’s, tempted to go inside. You wondered if he was awake, if he’d hold you and listen to the details of your nightmare. You nearly dropped your cup when you heard the faintest moan through the door.

Shit!” The word slipped passed Bucky’s lips, it was barely audible through the thick wood keeping you out. You pressed your ear too the door, desperate to hear more. “It feels so good, fuck…” Another moan left him as you heard him drop down onto his mattress.

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a potential supergirl episode:

kara accidentally reveals to the world that she is in fact, supergirl.

as a result the deo helps her assume a new identity, a new name in a new city where she can be free again.

but first they enlist the help of one of the top identity experts in the united states of america, nay, the world.

‘she’s a genius. she’ll help you,’ jonn says. 

kara is introduced to a girl with brown hair.

‘this is miley,’ jonn tells kara. ‘you might know her better as hannah. hannah montana.’ kara is losing her mcfreaking shit. 

‘it’s so nice to meet you, hannah. i mean miley. i mean–’

‘it’s ok. nobody’s perfect.’ miley tells her. ‘i’m just here to teach you how you can have the best of both worlds.’

The Hulk’s Daughter

Originally posted by hamilll

Peter Parker x Reader

The Hulk’s Daughter

Warnings: None?

Author: Morgan

Prompt: What about you being like a new avenger (and working in the lab wit father figure Bruce) and you “meet” the others for the first time at the party

Note: I took some creative liberties here…hope you don’t mind. I’ve been in a super Peter Parker mood lately, so, here ya go. Also, I’m not dead, and I think this will serve as the first of like seven-ish fics in what I call: The Morgan Reniassance.

Being a high school student was tough. Being a high school student and a student intern at the Avengers’ Tower? Tougher yet. And being a superhero on top of it all…you didn’t know how the hell you fit in time for homework, but somehow you managed. Luckily for you, it was spring break now, so you kind of had time to chill and catch up on everything you were falling behind on.

“Hey (Y/N), would you mind passing me the file over there?” Bruce Banner, your kind of sort of father figure asked, motioning across your station to a file detailing the new pieces of tech Tony had whipped up in his free time.

“Yep, no prob.” You slid it down to him. He pushed up his glasses and nodded appreciatively. You took a long sip from your mug of coffee. You hadn’t even liked it that much, but it was kind of a necessity in the lab.

“So…” Bruce smirked a little bit. “Tony’s throwing a party tonight.”

“I don’t know if I can go…you know, I have like three packets of Algebra homework to catch up on.”

“He’s not going to take that as an excuse and you know it.”

“Ughhhh, I know.”

“I think he wants you to finally meet Spiderman.”

“Wait.” This changed everything. “Spiderman is going to be there?”

“Little crush, huh?”

“W-what? Pfft, no.” Yes. “There is no way I have a crush on Spiderman.” Yes you did. “That’s ridiculous.” No. It really wasn’t.

“Don’t worry. He’s a nice kid.” Bruce removed a gear from the little bot in his hand with a pair of tweezers and then replaced it. “And I heard he has a little bit of a crush on Galactic Girl, if my sources are right.”

“OhmyGodreally?!” Your eyes glowed pink for the shortest second and you nearly fell off of your stool. “I mean, cool. That’s cool. I guess. Maybe I could meet him. Or something.”

“Okay, but if he breaks your heart, I’ll break him.”

“Okay Dad,” you smirked. He smiled. Dad. A title he never thought he would hold. And yet, here he was with this teenager who had latched onto him. And he couldn’t have been happier.


You walked into the party wearing a pink shirt and galaxy leggings. You had put on more makeup than usual, and you were accompanied by Tony and Bruce, one on each arm.

“And this is Wanda and Pietro and you already know Nat.” Tony introduced. “Ladies and Speedy, meet the newbie.”

“Nice to meet you,” Wanda offered her hand. Pietro smirked, Natasha smiled. You were in awe. You had heard so much about these people, and here they were, dressed in street clothes and making small talk.

“And this is Capsicle and his USO girls.” Tony motioned to Captain America himself, who was standing beside Sam and Bucky.

“Ha. Very funny.” Sam chuckled and shook his head.

“Welcome to the team, (Y/N).” Steve saluted.

“T-thank you.”

“Don’t pass out.” Bruce muttered.

“I’m trying.” You replied through an awestruck smile. And yet, the more people you were introduced to, the more it became obvious that the reason you were here…wasn’t here yet.

“Spider Boy is on his way.” Tony read a message on his phone, and not even thirty seconds later, the red-clad young super hero was clinging to the window. He peered inside for a few seconds before waving awkwardly. Unlike everyone else, he was wearing his uniform.

He climbed into the penthouse, landing on his feet right in front of Tony.

“Sorry I’m late, Mr. Stark. There was a robbery and-”

“Relax, kid. You’re fine.” He motioned to his face. “But uh-”

“Oh. Oh! Right. Sorry.” He tugged off the red mask, releasing a head of tousled brown hair and kind brown eyes. God, he was cute. Waaaaay cuter than you had expected him to be. “You uh, must be the new girl.” He thrust his hand forward. “I’m Peter Man. I mean- Spider Parker. I uh,”

“(Y/N) (L/N).” You shook his hand with a grin. “Nice to meet you, Peter.”

“You break her heart, I’ll break you,” Bruce warned with a well-meaning chuckle as he and Tony removed themselves from the conversation.

“So uh, your dad is the Hulk, huh?”

“My adoptive dad, yeah.” You laughed. “He’s awesome. Took me in after I got involved with all of this alien shit. I really don’t know what I’d do without him.” You looked over to Bruce, who was standing at the bar with Tony. “And you’re Tony’s…nephew-ish thing, right?”

“You could say that, yeah.” Peter smiled and chuckled. “I’m um, going to get changed. I swear I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll hold you to that, bug boy.” You smiled. Peter ran off as Nat walked up to you.

“So, you and Parker, huh?”

“What? I just met him.”

“Remember: I know everything.” She winked.

“Right. Of course. How could I forget?”

“Don’t smart mouth me, young lady.” She gave you a playful shove.

“Yes, ma’am.” You playfully shoved her back as Peter walked back into the room, this time wearing a Bill Nye t-shirt with a flannel and some jeans. Somehow, he was even cuter this way. “Here comes your boyfriend.” She walked away before you could retort.

“Much better.” He grinned. You nodded. There was a patch of silence, and then Tony turned on some very loud, very danceable music. Bruce met your eyes and then tilted his head towards the slowly-assembling makeshift dance floor. Peter seemed to get the hint. “Do uh, do you want to dance?”

“S-sure!” You replied. He held out his hand. You stared at it for a second before slipping yours into it.


“So, looks like Parker’s gonna be your son-in-law, huh Brucie?” Nat smirked as she watched you and Peter dance like the dorks you were. It was cute.

“Yeah. He’s a good kid. I’m glad things worked out.”

“Me too. But if he breaks her heart, I’ll break him in half.” Nat smirked.

“You’ll have to get in line.”

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Castiel works as a teller at his local bank, and Dean is a new mystery customer that brings in a wad of cash and crumpled singles once a week to deposit into his account.

Working as a bank teller was definitely a unique and interesting experience - and one that Castiel generally enjoyed.

Of course, there were always the customers that raised hell when they walked through the door, complaining about incorrect overdraft fees or loan interests, but for the most part, the people were pleasant and Castiel didn’t mind plastering a smile onto his face for five or six hours at a time.

He and the other tellers had their favorite customers that they always talked about, whether for the entertainment factor, or because they genuinely liked them.

There was the nice old woman who always updated the teller on her grandson’s theater career; the middle aged man who generally arrived drunk and so sure that he was a millionaire even though he wasn’t; the college-aged girl who came in with a different hair color every time; and a younger man who kept trying to convince the teller that he was haunted.

Yes, Castiel was sure that he’d seen it all - and then one day, Dean Winchester came through his line.

The moment Castiel looked up as the new face approached the counter, he was thrown off. Sandy and deliberately coiffed hair framed a perfectly symmetrical face that he was sure he’d seen on a famous statue in some museum or another. Soft green eyes blinked at him with an even softer smile as he leaned forward against the counter and tilted his head.

“Hey,” the man said, his voice almost as smooth as the marble his arms were resting against.

“Hello.” Castiel cleared his throat and smiled, praying to God that it looked natural. “How can I help you today, sir?”

The man pulled out his ID and slid it across the counter.

Dean Winchester, it read.

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“Oh, what fresh hell is that,” [Y/N] murmured under her breath as Peter drew out the schematics for her project. Raising a brow and tilting her head, she swore that Peter had just invented a new language. Running a hand through her hair, she shook her head. “I’m going to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Picking herself up from Peter’s bedroom floor, she walked out the room.

“So, did you ask her yet?”

Peter yelped, jumping in his bones and then quickly turning towards his bedroom window to find Ned climbing through it. “Ned!? What the heck are you doing?!”

Nonchalantly, Ned struggled to get himself into his friend’s room. Cocking a brow, he motioned towards himself, “A little help would be nice.”

Unsure of what to do, Peter scrambled up from his spot on the floor and rushed to his friends aid. Yanking on him, he spoke low. “Seriously, dude, what are you doing here?!”

Ned snickered, “To make sure you don’t chicken out.”

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Peter groaned. “Why did you climb up the fire escape? Why not, I don’t know, ring the doorbell?”

Again, Ned snickered. “Would you have let me in? Besides, I know you don’t lock your window for quick Spidey emergencies.”

“Sh, sh, sh!” Peter growled. Now, he started to panic. “You need to leave,” pointing towards the cracked bedroom door, “[Y/N] will be back here any minute. What am I suppose to tell her when she finds you here? You can’t lie, you’ve almost told her I’m Spiderman on more than one occasions and I can’t lie to her because she knows I’m hiding something. And I definitely don’t want to ask her out with you standing here.”

Shrugging, Ned pondered. “Dunno.”

Smacking his forehead, “Oh god.”

“Hey, Peter? Can we switch it up and work on history? My brain hurts from all this engineer-” stopping mid sentence, she raised a brow at the sight of Peter and Ned awkwardly standing facing each other. “Ned? When did you get here?”

“Uh, just now!”

“Funny, I didn’t hear anyone knocking.” [Y/N] crossed her arms, her brow still raised. “What’s going on?”

Peter stumbled over his words, desperate to say something that wasn’t stupid. Ned on the other hand watched his friend walk himself in circles with sounds and noises that didn’t even sound human. Rolling his eyes, Ned patted Peter’s back hard.

“What Peter’s tryin’ to say is that he likes you, a lot.  A lot, a lot. Way more then Liz and trust me when I say that because the kid was obsessed with Liz. I mean who isn’t though, you know? She’s hot and really smart,” Ned winced, “not, not that you aren’t hot or smart [Y/N]. I just mean like, Peter was just really-”

“-enough, dude.” Peter muttered, slightly humiliated.

[Y/N] crossed her arms, amused by Peter’s bright red cheeks. Trying to ignore the fact that her own face was flushing, she chuckled. “I see, and what was your purpose to crash our study session?”

Ned smiled brightly, “To make sure he didn’t mess it up!”

Nodding, “And you think he would have been worse at admitting his feelings than what you just said?”

“Uh,” Ned thought, frowning as he went over what he had said. Looking over at Peter who looked a cross between annoyed and embarrassed. “Sorry, bro….”  

Peter hid his face with his hands, “It’s alright, buddy.”

[Y/N] sucked in air and let it all back out as she thought of what to say next. This wasn’t how she pictured her night with Peter going at all. They had spent the last few weeks getting to know each other and helplessly trying to get her to understand basic mechanical engineering fundamentals. “Ned, can you give us a moment?”

Ned bowing his head, sulked out of the room.

Smiling, [Y/N] lightly nudged Peter towards his bed. Sitting down next to each other, she chuckled at the obvious mortified expression. “So,”

“So.” He repeated under his breath.

Feeling her cheeks get red, she looked down at her hands and whispered. “If it helps any, I kind of, sort of, like you too.”

Snapping his head up, “What? You do?”

Nodding, “Yeah.” Giving Peter a sideways glance, she smiled. “I didn’t plan on it but you kind of crept up on me.”

Peter stared at [Y/N] with wide eyes and an open grin. He didn’t know what to say, all he wanted to do was do a happy dance and fist pump the air a few times but he knew that if he did that, it would be even more embarrassing than what Ned had just done.

Clearing his throat, Peter looked down at his hands. “What do we do now?”

Running her hands down her legs and then standing up, she motioned towards the books that laid sprawled on the floor. “Well, we should get back to studying-”

“-Lame!” Ned uttered as he walked into the room with his arms crossed.

[Y/N] gently rolled her eyes as she sat down on the floor. “Wanna let me finish, Ned?”

Annoyingly motioning her hands for her to do so, he huffed. Muttering some words under his breath about them being idiots for studying.

Turning to Peter, she smiled. “As I was saying, we should continue to study and once we both pass, then we can decide what we’re going to do for our first date.”

Peter smiled back, “Uh, yeah, definitely.”

What?!” Ned exclaimed. Running a hand through his hair, he rose a brow. “What is wrong with you guys. You two basically professed your love and you’re going to focus on school?” Shaking his head, he groaned. “No, you two should be practicing kissing not practicing who took over Poland.”

Peter and [Y/N] exchanged looks before saying at the same time, “Get out, Ned.” Both of them laughed as he huffed and puffed out of Peter’s room.

As their laughter quieted down and they started to get back into the groove of where they were before Ned interrupted them, Peter piped up. “I’m not opposed to the kissing thing…”

Looking up from her history textbook, she quirked a brow. “How about this, if you ace your history test, I’ll consider it.”

Peter chuckled, “Oh, I’ll ace it, alright.”

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No pets were allowed on campus.

The freshman orientation guide was very, Very clear about this point. Absolutely, positively, no pets allowed. (minor exceptions to be made for service animals.) And yet here she was, 3 weeks into her first semester, sitting on the ground, staring at a cat. It was staring back.

Dread had always been fond of animals. She had never been allowed to have any pets, (her father was allergic to most things with fur, and her mother just hated animals) but she had always wanted a cat. Multiple cats, preferably. And now she was sitting on the steps of her dorm, in a college where No Pets Were Allowed, staring at the most precious little ball of fur she had ever set eyes on. She knew far too well about the other rules (she was on her second roommate, now, and the delicate horns curling from the thing-that-was-not-her-first-roommate’s face had left an… impression.) She was very good about remembering iron, salt, and not to say please or thank you. But this was a very cute cat, and she was willing to risk a little bit.

It meowed. She held out a hand, and it walked right up to her, and “oh my goodness you are just the cutest thing!” she squeaked. The cat seemed satisfied.

She was, to say the least, conflicted. The rules were very clear, and the rules were generally right, but this was a very small cat, and she did not have very many friends, and really, she already knew what she would do. “C’mere, you.” She scooped up the cat and it snuggled into her jacket. “I’m going to name you Eldritch.”


It was about three weeks later that things got… actively weird. She had managed to smuggle in, via the Walmart (which had no employees that day, she left the money on the counter and hoped that nothing Else would take it) a litter box and cat food. Eldritch seemed to settle in fine, and she traded her roommate 3 dollars and a cool rock in return for not telling anyone about the very, very illegal pet currently snoozing on her lap. The roommate, whose name was Chalkboard, seemed to like the cat. Chalkboard even gave the cat a cat-toy. When Chalkboard vanished (decided to take the “fake your death to avoid breaking up with your s.o” advice a little too much to heart), Not-Chalkboard did Not like the cat. Dread caught Not-Chalkboard making what looked like a very rude hand gesture at the cat on multiple occasions, although it’s hands were strange and​ it was hard to be sure. It was when Not-Chalkboard, after having a Very Intense staring contest with the cat for about 6 minutes, saw the error of its ways and vanished, leaving Chalkboard in its place, that Dread began to think something might be up. Eldritch said nothing, as cats are wont to do, but it purred a great deal when Chalkboard let it sit on her lap while she was doing her homework. This was, to say the least, Rather Suspect. Nothing more was said about it.

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A Surprise Three Years In The Making (Bill Skarsgård)

Based Upon: Living in America with your husband, Bill, in 1917. He goes off to war and when he’s gone, you discover that you’re pregnant. When he comes home, three years later, you bring your daughter to the train station to meet him for the first time. He has no idea that she exists since you did not tell him in your letters, wanting the first he knew of her to be when he saw her. He gets off the train and spots you, eyes travelling downwards until he sees the little girl by your side. His eyes widen and he kneels down in front of her, in complete awe that he has a beautiful daughter.  

The cobblestone platform was crowded with people, all of who were waiting for the train to roll into the station and return their loved ones to them. You could barely move through the platform with the number of people that had showed up, so she gripped her daughter’s hand tightly and stayed near the back of the pack, figuring that people would immediately wish to leave the station once their friends and family had shown.

Her daughter had turned two only a week ago, yet she already mirrored her father; pale eyes, slim and brunette. Having a piece of him at home with her while he was in Europe fighting was comforting, but the fact that she looked every bit like him, made it easy and painful at the same time.

“Mommy?” the little girl asked, craning her head up to look at her mother.

She gave her daughter a tense smile, but a smile nonetheless, and the girl was far too young to tell the difference anyways, “Yes?”

The child’s grip tightened on her mother’s hand. “What does Daddy look like?” she wondered, causing her mother to smile for real this time.

She bent down and took her daughter’s cheeks into her hands before pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. “Daddy looks exactly like you,” she replied, looking into those pale eyes.

Her daughter’s brows creased. “But… he’s a boy,” she noted, confusion written all over her delicate face.

Her mother laughed lightly, squeezing her hand softly. “No, no. What I meant was, you both have the same features. He has pale eyes and brown hair, just like you do,” she explained, “Daddy is also one of the tallest people you will ever meet. I wouldn’t be surprised if you take after him in that way as well.”

Her daughter simply nodded, absorbing the new information. “Is he nice?” she asked quietly.

The woman lifted her child’s head so she could meet her gentle gaze and nodded. “Daddy is the kindest person alive. He’s caring, funny and smart. I promise that you’ll like him, and I know that he will love you more than anything in the whole world, okay?” she urged her daughter, running her fingers through the small girl’s brown locks.

“Okay,” she responded, already sounding more sure of herself.

Her mother pressed another soft kiss to her daughter’s forehead then stood back up.

A whistle blew in the near distance.

She laid with her head in the crook of his neck, bare chest pressed to his, legs intertwined with his long ones, in their bed.

It was incredibly late. Soon, the absolute darkness would break, sending streaks of warm hues down on the American city. She did not want to see colour, only wanted to bask in the darkness for as long as possible, knowing that light would only mean that the time was upon them; Bill would be leaving to war.

His long fingers stroked her hair softly and his other arm held her closer to his naked body, wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever. He did not want to leave her in the next couple of hours.

At the age of twenty-seven and in perfect health, Bill was the ideal candidate for an American soldier. He was old enough to have gained some wisdom, yet not too old to be of little use in combat. He was conscripted right away when volunteers were no longer abundant, along with thousands of other men in and near his age pool. Sometimes, he wished he had stayed in Sweden, away from the future he now faced, but he never felt that wholeheartedly, as she was the greatest thing to have ever happened to him.

She was kind enough to show him around town when he first arrived from Sweden. He used to sit in the café she worked at almost everyday for lunch, it was there that she would serve him and ask why he always came to the same restaurant. He told her that he was new to town and enjoyed routines. Eventually, he gained enough courage to ask her out on a date, everything took off from there.

He pressed his lips against hers for what seemed like the millionth time that night; they made love for hours until she was sore and shaking from all of the orgasms he had given her. They had gone at it for hours, her on her back, straddling his lap and riding him until she was so overstimulated that tiredness seeped through her body, making her feel heavy and drained. From the second he came home from his last day of work in the factory, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Neither could even begin to imagine what it would truly be like when the other was not by their side.

He couldn’t care about reaching his own high, instead, wanted her to be so overwhelmed with pleasure. He made slow, passionate love to her before quickening his pace, thrusting in and out of her so fast that she could not keep her eyes open. He listened to her breathless moans and cries of his name from her perfect lips and knew then that there was nothing more satisfying. After many rounds, she became so exhausted that she fought to keep her eyes open, never wanting the night to end; sleep was the enemy.

She kissed him back softly, her arm stretching across his chest until she reached his hair and combed her fingers through the smooth locks.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” she whispered sadly, tears rolling down her cheeks and wetting his warm skin when she placed her head back into the crook of his neck.

He tightened his grip on her body, pulling her even closer to him, before kissing her forehead.

Her breathing quickened as another wave of tears washed over her, making her body shake in his grasp.

He stroked her hair repeatedly, attempting to soothe her, but his own breath caught as well. “I love you so much, Darling. So much,” he promised her, voice cracking with deep emotion as he held her trembling body.

She sniffled and he wiped her tears. “I love you too,” she echoed.

He stopped smoothing her hair as he flipped them over, her on her back and him on top of her, before beginning to kiss her lips fervently.

Her cries became muffled by his lips, warm and soft on hers.

“Please don’t cry, Darling. It hurts me to see you cry,” he confessed in between kisses.

Eventually, her tears ceased as she focused on her husband who slipped his tongue into her mouth and moved one of his hands down her body until he reached her breasts. He squeezed one of her nipples until he felt it become firm under his touch, then detached his lips from hers and shifted down her body. His soft lips wrapped around her hardened nipple, sucking on her whilst she writhed under him and moaned as he pulled.

“Bill,” she breathed heavily, shutting her eyes in ecstasy.

He did the same to her other breast, eliciting another moan from his lover, then slid back up her body and pressed his lips to hers hungrily.

She was so focussed on his lips, giving his hair a small yank from pleasure every now and then, that she didn’t notice his fingers slipping down her body. It was only when he shifted a finger inside of her that she clutched onto him, wide eyes looking up at his. He kissed her once again as he moved his finger in and out of her, adding another which caused her to squeak against his lips.

She broke the kiss and held his shoulders as he continued his work on her. “Please,” she begged, eyes wide and needy, “I want to come with you inside of me.”

Instantly, he pulled his long fingers out of her and licked them clean. She nearly moaned at the sight of him, sucking her off him like she was the most delicious dessert he had ever tasted.

“B-Bill,” she stuttered, so breathless and high off bliss, “I need you now.”

“Say it louder.”

Tears made her eyes go glassy as she pleaded with him. “Please, Bill!” she cried.

“Say it.”

“Bill Skarsgård, I need you now! Please,” she whimpered.

With his lips fit back to hers, he entered her in one fluid motion, causing both of them to gasp at the sensation. He took her hands in his and pushed them up the bed as he thrusted into her. She squeezed his hands as if her life depended on it.

It was the last time they would be together for an unaccountable number of months or years; neither of them could get enough of the other.

“Bill,” she breathed, “I’m gonna come.”

He pushed himself even deeper inside of her and faster, wanting her climax to be intense.

“Open your eyes. I want to see you,” he begged.

Her eyes lazily opened and met his, which were filled with desire.

“Come for me,” he told her.

His words sent her over the edge and she cried out, feeling an earth-shattering orgasm tear through her body. Her gasps and moans only turned him on more as he continued to sink into her, bringing himself to his own climax.

His seed seeped inside of her, filling her before he pulled out.

He pulled her into her arms, knowing she was so utterly exhausted, and whispered a few sweet praises in her ear as she finally drifted off into a sound sleep.

They would savour this night for years to come.

The large, brown train containing many carriages pulled to a halt when it reached the platform. Men still dressed in uniforms were hanging out of the windows, waving at the people that came to welcome them back home. She started to scan the faces in search of her husband’s but knew it was a tedious and most likely unsuccessful task.

“Is he in that?” she heard her daughter say.

Casting a look down at the small girl beside her, she nodded happily, tears welling in her eyes. “Yes. Daddy’s in that,” she confirmed, her voice full of emotion.

She tore her eyes away from her daughter when she heard the doors open.

Men of all ages came out of the cars, desperately searching for their family and friends. There were only cries of pure joy and happiness as people hurriedly yanked their brother, husband, son or friend into an embrace.

She held her breath as she patiently waited for her husband to step out of the train.

More cheers, more cries of delight. More men stepped off of the metal stairs of the train car. A few people were beginning to leave, holding hands and wearing smiles as they headed into the wooden station.

“How much longer?” the girl wondered, incredibly keen to see her father for the first time.

“Not much, Sweetie,” her mother promised, giving her a small smile.

When she looked back up, her breath caught.

There he was, tall and handsome as ever as he stepped onto the platform, pale eyes searching the crowd for her. She raised her hand and waved in an attempt to catch his attention, though it did not do much as everyone else seemed to have the same idea. So, she merely waited until his green eyes caught onto her.

They did.

His full lips parted and he stood still for a second, still in shock that after just under three years ago had been the last time he had seen her in person. The letters, although extremely comforting, did not have the same effect of seeing her beautiful face.

He hoisted his bag up his shoulder and strode into the crowd, heading towards his wife.

She took a deep breath, then exhaled. He had no idea that his daughter even existed and she hoped he wouldn’t be mad that she kept such an important piece of news from him.

The crowd begin to separate, leaving Bill a clear path to his lover.

His eyes widened when he saw a small girl clutching his wife’s hand.

She had just gotten home from the doctor’s after learning of her pregnancy. She had expected that result, knowing that constant vomiting and general dizziness were the typical signs of child bearing, but after going to the doctor with her mother, it all became real.

She rushed over to her desk and pulled a piece of parchment from the second drawer before sitting in the wooden chair. Picking up the ballpoint pen that she had recently filled with ink, she thought about what to write.

A ‘Hello, Bill. It hasn’t been long since I’ve written you last but… I’m pregnant,’ did not seem right.

Would it make him sad to hear of such grand news whilst he was a continent away and had no means to return for a long time? Would it take his mind off the task at hand and only make him worry? Maybe it would be good to hear such joyous news in a hard time? These were the questions she asked herself as she debated telling him of her pregnancy.

Either way, she was still writing him a letter, so she got to work on asking how he was and telling him what things were happening back home. She told him that she loved him with all her heart, but did not mention the baby.

He stopped in front of his wife and looked at her with eyes so wide she thought he would pass out. In response, she only gave him a small nod and let go of her child’s hand.

Looking to his daughter, back to his wife and then to his daughter, he slowly lowered himself to the cobblestone ground, right in front of the smiling girl. He was still in disbelief, taking another look back up at his wife for a moment, utter shock written over his face.

“Her name is Isabelle,” she began, voice quavering as she peered down at Bill, “Isabelle Gudrun Skarsgård.”

His heart warmed at the sound of his grandmother’s name.

“But I like to be called Bella!” she interjected happily, causing her father to look back at her, startled, after hearing her speak for the first time.

Her voice was sweet as honey; a beautiful, childish joy. It was so untouched and innocent that it had him shaken. His own daughter

“Hi, Bella,” he said softly, voice shaking as he looked into her eyes, thinking that he was looking into his very own, “I’m Bill. I’m your-”

“You’re my Daddy!” she exclaimed, throwing her skinny arms around his neck and pulling herself flush against his body.

He held onto the back of her head, eyes still so wide with awe as he held his own daughter in his arms.

“I love you,” he whispered, tears forming in his eyes.

“I love you too, Daddy!” his daughter cheered, utterly oblivious to how impactful the who situation was on him.

He continued to hold his daughter, noticing how small and fragile she seemed, how beautiful she was. She was his.

“Are you going to live with Mommy and me?” she asked, pulling away and looking him with a smile.

“If that’s okay with you,” he replied, still frozen in his kneeling position as he still tried to convince himself that this was reality.

His daughter nodded happily, her cheeks becoming even chubbier as she smiled wider.

He gave her a smile before standing to properly greet his wife. She immediately opened her mouth to explain, but he took her into a bone-crushing hug. Her words stopped in her mouth as she threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him back just as tightly.

“I… I hope you’re not mad,” she breathlessly whispered into his ear, “I just wanted the first you knew about her to be when you saw her.”

He kissed her lips fervently, shutting out her worries. “I love you,” he kissed her lips. “I love our beautiful daughter,” he promised, kissing her forehead.

Her eyes shut and her body instantly relaxed.

“She looks just like you, Bill. Seeing her everyday was just like seeing you,” she confessed, tears wetting her eyes.

He wiped a stray tear the ran down her cheek and smiled, “Our baby.”

She laughed. “Our very own baby,” she agreed.

They looked to each other’s eyes and grinned, so excited to be a mother and father. She had already mothered their baby for two years, but she was only one half to the whole.

“Mommy?” they were interrupted by their daughter.

“Yes?” she wondered, looking down at Isabelle.

The young girl took a hold of her father’s hand. “Can we go home now? I want to show Daddy my drawings,” she said excitedly.

Bill folded his large hand around her tiny one and laughed lightly. He was feeling so peaceful that he wasn’t even sure it was real. But it was, and the small brunette beside him proved that fact; he was a father.

“Of course, Sweetie,” her mother replied, “I’m sure Daddy can’t wait to see your pictures.”

Bill nodded, “You bet.”

They left the train station together with Isabelle, not only as husband and wife, but parents to a beautiful child.

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Stranger Things Fanfic: Wrong House

Summary: The Party has a plan to egg Troy’s house on Halloween, but they accidentally get Chief Hopper’s instead.  

Pairing: Mike/Eleven, Lucas/Max,

Universe: Slight!Au where Eleven is the adopted daughter of Hopper but she has no supernatural background, These Kids are Disasters in any universe. Pretend this Halloween is on a Friday night.

Word Count: 3k

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anonymous asked:

Any tips on shaving a Little's pussy?

Shaving your little ones princess parts can be both and enjoyable and extremely intimate experience.. and one that you can enjoy greatly outside of the sexual aspect of it.

Every time I have done it, Ive done it with one laying in bed.. (because I am a pro)… and have found it to be the easiest and most comfortable. Though a novice may want to begin in the shower, but of course this would place the daddy on his knees which some littles find to be an incredible turn off. 

Side story from Misters diary: I once had a new sub kneeling in front of me staring into the mirror in front of her as I paced around… I did things like stroke her hair, massage her shoulders, and what not… and the look on her face was absolute ecstasy… that is, until i got onto my knees and placed myself at her level. Her face immediately cringed and her headspace went askew. She later remarked that seeing me in that position internally felt like a car crash for her.

but i digress… its probably best for novices. The constant flow of water and heat will help you.

anyways, my methods have always involved a “close” to brand new mach 3 or mach 4 gilette razor. using a cheap bag of 99 cent BIC brand or something you picked up at the dollar store is going to end up with some ugly princess parts and a scorned little. 

You will also need a few towels.. one to place under her bottom, one to make a hot compress. (if you dont know how to do this, look it up).. and one warm damp one for comforting and cleaning.

A good shave gel… personally i always used edge gel, but make sure its not mentholated or has any kind of stuff in it that puts off a strong scent. One slip when applying it and you might as well go masturbate with some icy hot. Because thats how shes going to feel. 

Youll also need a two bowls of above luke warm water. one for swishing your razor after every stroke… and one for general cleaning and wiping the area as you go.

I also recommend some soothing jazz or instrumental music… 

Now… as you begin, place the hot compress on the area just like you would if you were getting a neck shave at your barber shop. If thats never happened to you.. you are not a man and should stop reading this and go wrestle a bear with your bare hands. I did once, it was amazing.. i recommend every man put it on their bucket list.

after you have claimed manhood, come back and apply the compress. Let the skin get nice and warm and soft, then apply a lather of shaving cream. you want it a little thick… and have that damp warm towel and your bowl of water nearby.

ultimate shaving tip: Never go against the grain. ever. especially with princess parts.

keep in mind, commercial razors are built in a way that you dont necessarily have to worry about cutting her. just be very aware of where everything is down there, and above all else have patience and take your time. re-lather as needed, but every time you do.. apply the compress first. make sure it stays warm. A good trick is keeping it wrapped in aluminum foil when not using it.

as you make shaving strokes… take a little cream and run back over the spot and feel with your fingers for stubble and places you may have missed. it works best with shaving cream because water and freshly shaven intimate areas can turn to a rubbery consistency. Plus, you may irritate the area. A razor already micro-irritates the skin its dragged across. Which is why the blade should be almost new. Too new and you’re going dexter on her… too old and you’re in for being kicked in the genitals.

Once you are finished… wipe down the area of all remaining cream and leftover hairs, then apply the compress again. After its had some time to sit.. rub a little bit of coconut oil or baby oil into the area to make it nice and soft and voila, you have successfully done your first intimate shave job.

Slow and steady wins the race here… so take your time and make it enjoyable for the both of you.

Horsing Around

Who: Tom Holland
Prompt: “This is why we can’t have nice things.” 

[Y/N] struggled to keep her concentration as she sat at her desk going over her script for the following movie she was to film. Normally, she never had a problem learning her lines but this role in particular was a little difficult. Her lines were wordy and extremely lengthy but [Y/N] liked the challenge of portraying a brainiac. It was a character that she hadn’t done yet. 

In the other room was her biggest distraction. While she tried to stay tucked away in her shared bedroom with Tom, the boys were in the living room doing whatever they were doing. Whatever it was, it was loud and quite distracting.

The sound of crashing and glass shattering caught [Y/N]’s full attention. Shooting up out of her seat, she rushed into the living room to find the culprits all looking guilty with Tom sitting in the middle of the now broken coffee table.

Placing her hands on her hips, she quirked a brow in their direction. “Wanna explain why my coffee table is broken?”  

Tom wincing from the pain and the look on his girlfriend’s face, “Babe, before you get mad.” 

“Mad?” She asked, shaking her head. It had been relatively an amazing time that she had been with Tom. They had met onset of Civil War and had hit it off ever since. It took a couple of months before the two decided to start dating and after they had, it was never ending moment of bliss for the both of them. [Y/N] could never stay mad at Tom even if she tried. “I’m not mad, Tom. I’m irritated.” 

Harrison winced, whispering towards the twins. “Isn’t that worse?” 

Sam and Harry frowned as they started to feel guilty for possibly getting their brother in trouble. Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to come up with some comforting words to alleviate some anger off of Tom. “It was our fault, really. Sam and I just tackled him to the ground.”

Sam nodded, “We didn’t think it’d lead to breaking your coffee table. We’re really sorry, [Y/N].” 

Pursing her lips, she sighed. She adored Tom’s family and friends, they had their own special place in her heart. And just like not being able to stay mad at Tom, she couldn’t stay mad at them either. “It’s fine, but,” looking around the decor of their apartment, she frowned. “this is why we can’t have nice things.” Walking over towards Tom, careful to avoid broken wood, she extended a hand out towards Tom. “I’m just about to give up on trying to decorate this place.” 

“I’m sorry, love.” Tom murmured as he took her hand. 

“Yeah, yeah.” She smiled to show him that she wasn’t mad. Placing a small kiss on his cheek, she took a step back and gave them all a stern look. “Since you all are being outrageously loud and I’m still desperately trying to learn my lines, you lot, need to go out and make disturbances someplace else.” 

Tom chuckled, “Why us? Why not you go somewhere quiet?” 

Placing her hand on her hips again, she narrowed her eyes. “Because you guys broke my three hundred dollar coffee table.” 

Jesus Christ,” Harrison sputtered, giving [Y/N] wide eyes, “What possesses someone to buy a three hundred dollar coffee table?” 

Rolling her eyes, [Y/N] gathered the boys and ushered them to the door. “It was an impulse purchase, now go.” Shoving them out the door, she locked the lock and smirked to herself at the peace and quiet. 

Yesterday was a rough day and I couldn’t update, but today I’m back on track, I’m not just sure if these are good, I’m sorry in advance if they aren’t. Hope you still like this! ^^

RFA + Saeran being clingy


  • Okay, it was very cute when you guys got home after one of his musical debuts and he was all over you
  • Oh, do your feet hurt? Here, give me your shoes. Do you want help to take this dress off? I’ll help, not trying anything funny, I swear. Oh, babe, you seem so tense, do you want a massage?
  • Then he offers to help you wipe the makeup of your face and now it’s kinda… weird.
  • “Zenny, I got this. Why don’t you relax? It was a big night, you must be exhausted…” “I am, so why don’t w cuddle on the couch and I’ll let you braid my hair?”
  •  Oh? Playing with his hair is usually off limits, so something is definitely off with him… “Hyun? What’s going on?” “What? I’m just showing all my love, babe.” He hugs you from behind.
  •  “And I appreciate it, but… calm down…” you stare at him by the mirror reflection, and he stares back.
  • “I’m sorry for scaring you, my princess, it’s just…this stupid contract that forbids me to show affection in public… I just want to remind you how much I love you…”
  •  Ohhhh…he looks legitimately hurt… “I never forget how much you love me, Zen…” you turn to place a kiss on his cheek.


  • At home, you’re very used to cuddling from the moment you and him plop on bed or the couch, doesn’t matter which time of the day
  • But in public? That’s new…
  • Especially here in the cafeteria of his college with all his colleagues and even some teachers looking…
  • But that’s not the problem, the problem is HOW IN THE WORLD CAN YOU TELL THIS CINNAMON ROLL TO GO EASY?
  • “Something wrong, MC?” “I… I should ask you the same, is… there something wrong? Something happened?”
  • “Well, yeah… you brought me lunch, and you joined me, and I’m just very happy to have you here…
  • Oh… this is quite a happening for him, huh? You look around and nobody seems to be paying mind to your PDA, but still…
  •  You pry his hands away sweetly, only to put your hand on top of his. “I’m happy to be here too.”


  • She cuddles and holds hands a lot
  •  EXCEPT when one of Zen’s DVDs are on, then she’ll be paying full attention to the TV and making sure you are paying attention too
  • So you get very surprised when she hooks her legs with yours and leans her head on your shoulder
  • And then she starts stealing some small kisses here and there. It’s actually pretty nice… it would be even nicer if you weren’t trying to actually pay attention to the movie.
  • “Jaehee? Have… have you seen this movie before?” “No, it’s the first time, I never watch new DVDs without you…”
  • “I see… aren’t you enjoying it or…?” “Oh, I’m loving it! It’s just so romantic, it’s… so romantic it almost feels contagious, is that crazy?”
  • Oh… then you realize, why does it bother you? You don’t have such a mushy Jaehee like this every day…
  • “No, it doesn’t sound crazy at all.” You stroke her hair as she keeps her head on your shoulder.


  • As soon as you step home, he’s kissing you and dragging you to the couch to make you rest your head on his lap.
  • “Why don’t you rest, my love? You must be tired…” yeah, that was your plan…
  • Taking off this dress, putting some pajamas and going to bed to sleep, but… well, he must have a different pov on resting.
  • And it’s nice, of course it is, but… he looks pretty tired too…
  •  “Jumin, don’t you want to go to bed and sleep?” “Please, let’s stay away like this a little more.” “But you look tired…”
  •  “No, what I’m really tired of is people making wrong assumptions about our relationship just because I avoid public demonstrations of affection. Tsk… you know I’m just like this because I have to keep it professional, right? You know that, if I could, I would hold you in my arms the entire night, right?”
  • Oh my god… he’s usually so confident and doesn’t mind what other people say, but… truth is he can be a little insecure about balancing his professional and personal life when it comes to you.
  • “Of course I do. So don’t worry about what other people think… and… just hold me as much as you want…”


  • You were on a little roadtrip.
  • He was caressing your leg, singing along with some cheesy music on the radio to serenade you and couldn’t stop looking at you.
  • It was cute but… eyes on the road, Saeyoung, eyes on the road!
  • You were trying to drop some hints like chuckling nervously and glancing to the road, but he wasn’t taking them.
  •  “Man, I’m just so excited! Can’t wait for us to get there!” he beams, and the car shakes a little due to passing over a hole he didn’t notice since… he wasn’t paying attention to the road!
  • “We… we can stop a little if you want…” you say, and then he finally gets it. “Oh… no need, I’m going to focus now, sorry for scaring you, MC. Guess I’m a little nervous since… you know, Saeran is home alone for the first time… he’ll be fine, right?”
  • Oh, your heart flutters, he seems so tense…
  • You hold his hand over the gear shift. “Of course he will, both Choi boys will be just fine…”


  • He can be very affectionate, especially if you guys get home from somewhere he had to keep it cool on PDA
  • But he gets twice as affectionate when he’s drunk.
  •  So just imagine how he is after you guys come back from dinner at Jumin’s, where both the guys had a little too much wine.
  • You’ve been trying to enter the house for some solid 20 minutes, but he keeps hugging you.
  •  “I just love you so much, darling…” “I love you too, Jihyun. Now let’s get insi…”
  • “I’m so lucky to have you, sometimes I don’t even believe I’m that lucky to have someone so wonderful like you in my life, I’m sorry for being clingy, darling, but I can’t help to hold you like this to know this is true and… I’m just so drunk right now, am I not?”
  • Yes… but he’s also being kinda funny… and very honest and sweet.
  • “There’s nothing to apologize for, Jihyun… let’s get inside so you’ll have some coffee or some cuddling…how does that sound?”


  • Sometimes he gets really affectionate, but most of times he’s shy and avoids it
  • But not this morning when you wake up together. You weren’t home yet when he went to bed last night.
  • So you wake up with him basically over you, and you know he’s not sleeping by the way he strokes your hair.
  • So you stay a little like this, both of you pretending you don’t know neither of you aren’t sleeping anymore.
  • “Saeran… aren’t you feeling hot?” he nods a “no”, still with his face buried in your hair.
  •  “Saeran, I’m feeling really hot, can you…?” “Huh? Oh shit, sorry, I… sorry for being creepy, I just missed you last night, and I get cold easily, so… yeah, sorry for that.” He scoots away from over you.
  • Yeah, he has a very low body temperature, indeed… and he is being so cute, indeed…
  •  “So come here, I don’t want you to catch a cold or something…” you bring him to nuzzle in your chest.

hopes-and-sweet-memes  asked:

Which of Sailor Moon's outfits is your favorite (original, super, etc)? And which of her attacks/weapons/items?

With no doubt, Princess Sailor Moon’s outfit (fuku).

Those of you who haven’t watched the live action version (totally should tbh) of Sailor Moon: Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (aka PGSM) don’t know about this incarnation of Sailor Moon which is exclusive to PGSM.

Naoko herself was heavily involved in PGSM and Princess Sailor Moon is a creation she made exclusively for PGSM so you won’t see her anywhere else but in PGSM… well not exactly, the only other version that actually exists is this chibi manga version Naoko drew.

And that’s it.

I think her fuku looks the prettiest. It’s hard to compare a real life fuku with an anime one so let’s use these gorgeous drawings by the great Marco Albiero (I’m sure you all already know him) to compare.

I really love the new shade of blue of her skirt and collar as well as the lighter shade of pink of her frontal bow which is a good contrast to the previously mentioned navy blue skirt and collar. The new boots (the same she’s wearing in her Eternal Form) look great with the overall white look. The pearls are a nice detail (that pearled tiara and the pearls in her odangos circling the red gems in her hair are a cute touch). She’s also wearing Neo Queen Serenity’s tiara and her brooch replicates it. However, my favourite thing about this fuku is the lace details. They add a new elegant and stylish touch, the back bow looks amazing and so does the skirt with the lace underskirt underneath. A special mention to the lace details on her shoulders that look x100000000 better than the hideous pink gum balls of her Eternal fuku.

Lace details have always been a thing in Sailor Moon so I think it was about time it was included in the fuku somehow.

In my opinion, Princess Sailor Moon’s fuku looks the best.

And for as items and attacks, my favourite Sailor Moon wand/rod/etc has always been the Moon Stick.

I think it’s just too pretty lmao. I love the huge crescent moon and the maboroshi no ginzuishou placed on it.

The classic anime version is my favourite version, the manga one doesn’t look as good imo.

And talking about attacks, I’ve always loved those random physical attacks that Sailor Moon came up with out of the blue that were hilarious.

🌙 Sailor Moon Kick!

🌙 Sailor Body Attack!

Now being serious, Moon Tiara Action is my fave Sailor Moon attack because it’s simply iconic.


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dandywondrous  asked:

The way you draw characters with little imperfections or with features most popular media would deem "unattractive" (like big noses - which is dumb bc they're gr8) makes them seem so much more human. Plus it makes me feel better about my own appearance tbh

I’d love to say that Buttons’ big nose was a deliberate decision, but honestly… it just looked better in the character creator than any other options. <_< I almost gave him a really nice chin+jawline too but then I was like - ok, that’s enough of good features for you. :P

Speaking of noses, I was just comparing Buttons+Alexis heads+features. She’s got quite the eyebrows under those bangs and I’m a little bit sad that I covered them with hair. She’s way more expressive+cute when you can see them.
And I’m seriously considering making that tattoo canon…

okay but why do characters with long hair never get it in their faces when they’re fighting? i want nat doing her twisty thigh trick and finishing it off by spitting red strands out of her mouth. wanda blowing up a gust with her powers and not being able to see for a few minutes. bucky going to aim his rifle and the wind just. blowing his hair in front of his face. sharon going to kick someone and straightening up, before tossing her hair back off her face. thor’s a god so he doesn’t count.

bring hairties back, , little inter-group hairstyles, intricate braids, half done “i just woke up” looks, bedhead and tangles and awkwardly timed ponytail-making.

a group chat dedicated to the art of fighting with long hair. all new agents get added to it. they’re not entirely sure who spider8517 or spring17 is but they’re a little daunted. reddish seems nice though.

Matchbox // Archie Andrews

Summary: Being close friends with Archie does come with a jealous blonde girl vying for the title as his girlfriend even if you aren’t aware she likes him. Things start to change in the most natural ways for friends to fall each other, beginning with spiral as a kid. Things heat up with you and Archie in ways your parents only saw coming.

Characters: Archie Andrews x Reader, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Cheryl Blossom, Jughead Jones (mentioned), Reggie Mantle (mentioned)

Words: 2145

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved. Nor do I own any gifs, images, jokes or lyrics that may appear.

Warnings: Swearing, angst and a lot of fluff.

Requested: Yes. Anonymous

Author: Caitsy

A/N: Get yourself a man who kisses you with a mask on.


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Originally posted by dobhennig

The poke in your side easily told you that Archie was leaning against the neighbouring locker with a sweet smile and a new musician in the entertainment world. You were right when the redhead laughed when you poked him back in his abs.

“What do you want dork?” You giggled pinning a new photo onto the door of the locker.

“Is this from that carnival last week?” Archie asked pushing your locker to where he had been resting, “Oh I love it!”

“I’m surprised your jacket even went with the aesthetic of the photo.” You teased before he released his loud laugh again.

“I’ll have you now that when four o’clock hit that jacket was on your shoulders.”

“Oh shut up hotshot.” You retorted closing the locker. The first day of school had been a success with Archie calling you as his biology partner for the year,

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