but then everything goes downhill from there

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*shyly whispers* do u think u could do another Greek Mythology story~

“Your tapestries are so fine,” the merchant says in wonder, “that you must be blessed by the goddess Athena.”

Arachne tosses her head, braided hair falling over her shoulder like an obsidian waterfall, “What’s Athena got to do with it? My hands wove these, not hers.”

The merchant blanches and looks to the sky, as if expecting Zeus himself to smite them for blasphemy. Personally, she thinks the king of the gods has better thing to do with his time. “Ah,” he says weakly, “I suppose.”

He pays her for her wares and she leaves, almost immediately bumping into a hunched old woman with grey eyes. “Do you not owe Athena thanks for your talent?” she croaks, gnarled hands curled over a cane.

Arachne is not stupid, but she is foolish. They will tell tales of it. She looks into those grey eyes and declares, “Athena should thank me, since my talents earn her so much praise.”

She pushes past her and keeps walking, ignoring the goddess in humans skin as she disappears into the crowd.

They will tell tales of her hubris. They will all be true.


The next day she bumps into the same old woman at the market. Everything goes downhill from there.

“Know your place, mortal,” Athena says, grey eyes narrowed. There is a crowd around them, and Arachne could save herself, could walk away unscathed, and all she has to do is say her weaving is inferior to that of a goddess.

She will not lie.

“I do,” she says coolly, “and in this matter, it is above you.”

She is not honest as a virtue, but as a vice.

Athena challengers her to a weaving contest. She accepts.


Gods are not so hard to find, if you know where to look.

“It’s a volcano,” the baker repeats, looking down at her coins, as if he feels guilty for taking money from someone who’s clearly not all there.

She grabs her bag of sweet breads and adds it to her pack before swinging it over her shoulders, “Yes, I know. Half a day’s walk, you said?”

“A volcano,” he insists, as if she did not hear him perfectly well the first dozen times.

“Thank you for your help,” she says. He’s shaking his head at her, but she knows what she’s doing.

She walks. She grows hungry, but does not touch the bread she paid for, and walks some more. The sun’s begun to set by the time she makes it to the base of the volcano. It’s tall, impossibly large, and for a moment the promise of defeat threatens to overwhelm her.

But Arachne does not believe in defeat, in loss. They will tell tales of her hubris. Those tales will be true.

She ties a scarf around her braids then hikes her skirt up and ties the material so it falls only to her thighs. She fits work roughened hands into the divots of cooled magma and begins her slow ascent.


The muscles in her legs and arms shake, and her hunger pains are almost as distracting. Her once white dress is dirt smeared and torn and sweat makes her itch as it covers her body and drips down her back.

“What are you doing?”

Arachne turns her head and bites back a scream, looking into one giant eye. The cyclops holds easily to the volcano’s edges, even though her hands are torn and bleeding. She swallows and says, “I heard you like honeyed bread. Is it true?”

The creature tilts his head to the side, baring his long fanged teeth at her. She thinks he might be smiling. “You’ve been climbing for hours. What do you want?”

“Is it true?” she repeats, refusing to flinch.

“Yes,” he says, looking at her the same way the baker had, “it’s true.”

“There’s some sweet bread in my pack, baked this morning,” she says, “it should still be soft.”

His hands are big enough and strong enough that it could probably squeeze her head like a grape. Instead he gently undoes her pack and reaches inside. The honey buns look comically small in his large hands, and he swallows half of them in one bite. He licks his fingers clean when he’s done, and his smile is just as terrifying the second time around. “I am Brontes. Why are you climbing my master’s volcano?”

“I’m the weaver Arachne,” she takes a deep breath, “I need your master’s help.”


They tell tales of Hephaestus’s ugliness.

They are not true.

He’s got a broad, angular face and short brown hair. His eyes are like amber set into his face, and his arms are huge, and he’s rippling muscle from the waist up. He has legs only to his knees. From there down his legs are bronze gears and golden wire, replacements for the legs destroyed when Hera threw him from Mount Olympus.

“Had your look, girl?” he asks, voice rough like he’s always a moment away from breaking into a coughing fit.

“Yes,” she says, and doesn’t turn away, keeps looking.

His lips quirk up at the corners, so it was the right move. The heat is even more oppressive inside the volcano, and all around him cyclopses work, forging oddly shaped metal that she can’t hope to understand. “You’ve gone to an awful lot of trouble to find me, girl. What do you want?”

She slides her pack off her shoulders and holds it out to the god, “I have a gift for your wife. I have woven her a cloak.”

He raises an eyebrow and doesn’t reach for the bag, “You believe something made with mortal hands could be worthy of the goddess of beauty?”

They will tell tales of her hubris.


They will all be true.

With a gust of wind the oppressive heat of the volcano is swept away, leaving her chilled. In its place stands a woman – more than a woman. Aphrodite has skin like the copper of her husband’s machines and hair dark and thick and long. Her eyes are deepest, richest brown, piercing in their intelligence. People don’t tell tales of Aphrodite’s cleverness. That is because people are stupid.

“Let’s see it then,” she says, reaching inside the pack and pulling the cloak from its depths.

It unrolls beautifully. It’s made from the finest silks, and it shimmers in the light from the forges. The hem of the cloak is sea foam, speaking of Aphrodite’s beginning, and up along the cloak is intricate patterns it tells of her life, of her marriage and her worshippers and escapades, all with the detail of the most experienced artist and the reverence of her most devoted followers.

Her lips part in surprise and she slides it on, twirling like a child. “Gorgeous,” Hephaestus says, though Arachne knows he does not speak of the cloak. She doesn’t take offense.

The goddess smiles and Arachne’s heart pounds in her chest. She does her best to ignore it – Aphrodite is the goddess of love, after all. It is only expected. “Very well,” the goddess says, “you have my attention.”

Arachne swallows. Aphrodite’s attention is a heavy thing. “I have offended Athena,” she says, “She has challenged me to a weaving contest.”

Their faces somber. Hephaestus rubs the edge of a sleeve between his fingers and says, “Athena will lose such a contest, if judged fairly. She does not take loss well.”

“I know,” she says, “you are friendly with Hades, are you not?”

There are no tales of their friendship. But she’s staking her life on its existence, because why wouldn’t it exist – both of them even tempered, both shunned by Olympus, both happily married.

Gods hate being made to feel lesser. It is why they say Persephone was kidnapped, why they say Aphrodite cheats with Ares. It is why Athena will crush her when Arachne wins the weaving contest.

“Clever girl,” Hephaestus says, smiling.

Aphrodite stares at her reflection in a convenient piece of polished silver. Arachne assumes Hephaestus left if lying there for that express purpose. “Very well!” the goddess says, not looking at her, “when Athena sends you to the underworld, we will entrench upon our uncle for your release.” She turns on her heel and points a finger at her. Arachne blushes for no reason she can think of. “In return, you will weave me a gown, one equal to my own beauty.”

A gown as exquisite as the goddess of beauty. An impossible task.

They will tell tales of her hubris.

“I accept.”

They will all be true.


The contest goes as expected. Athena’s tapestry is lovely, but Arachne’s is lovelier.

The goddess’s face goes red in rage, and her grey eyes narrow. Arachne stands tall, ready to accept the death blow coming for her.

The blow comes.

Death does not.


She is an insect. Even if she can make it back to Hephaestus’s volcano, even if they can help her, they will not know it is her. She has no hope left, no course of action, she should just give up. But –

She doesn’t believe in defeat, in loss.

It was a terribly long journey on foot, that first time. It is even longer this time, although now she has eight legs instead of two. She makes it to the volcano, and creeps in between crevices, until she finds out a hollowed room, one with a sliver of sunlight and plenty of bugs to keep her fed.

Athena’s cruel joke of allowing her to weave will be her downfall. Her silk comes out a golden yellow color – it will look exquisite against Aphrodite’s copper skin.


It takes seven years for her to complete it. She hasn’t left this room in the volcano in all that time, and as soon as it’s done she scurries out back toward the village. She’s a large insect, but not that large.

She arrives just as the sun begins to rise, and leaves before the first rays have even touched the earth, her prize tied to her back with her own silk.

Arachne doesn’t return to her room. Instead she goes to the more popular parts of the volcano, hurries and runs around terrifying stomping feet until she finds who she’s looking for and scurries up his leg and onto his shoulder.

“Huh,” Brontes looks onto his shoulder and blinks. “What on earth are you?”

She cautiously skitters down his arm, waiting. He bends closer and lightly touches her back. “Is – is that a piece of a honey bun?”

She looks up at him, waiting. It’s her only chance, if he doesn’t remember, if he doesn’t understand –

His face slowly fills with a cautious kind of wonder. “Arachne?”  She jumps in place, being unable to nod, and Brontes cautiously cradles her in his massive hands, “We must find the Master immediately!”

She jumps down, landing in front of him and running forward. “Wait!” he calls, and she makes sure he’s running after her before skittering back to her corner of the cave. It’s almost too small for him to enter but he squeezes inside and breathes, “Oh.” He stares for several moments, and Arachne climbs her web and waits. Brontes shakes himself out of his reverie and uses his powerful wings to bellow, “MISTRESS APHRODITE!”

There’s that same breeze and she’s in the crevice with them, “What was so important, Brontes, that you had to yell?”

Arachne sees the exact moment that the goddess sees the gown, golden yellow and glimmering, made entirely of spider silk. “Beautiful,” she says, reaching out a hand to brush down the bodice. Her head then snaps up, “Brontes, where’s Arachne?”

She warms at that, that Aphrodite knew it was her weaving even though she hasn’t been seen in seven years.

They’ve told tales of her hubris.

They are all true.

Brontes points at the web, and Aphrodite steps over and holds out her hands. Arachne crawls onto the goddess’s palms. “Athena is more powerful than I am, I cannot undo her work,” she says, “but I know someone who can.”

Then they are in front of a river. A handsome young man stands there waiting with a boat. “Goddess Aphrodite,” he says, “we weren’t expecting you.”

“Thanatos,” she returns, “I need to see Persephone.”

The man’s face stays cool, and for a moment Arachne fears they will be refused and she will be stuck in this form forever. Then he smiles and says, “My lady is of course available for her favored niece.” He holds out a hand to help her onto the boat, “Please come with me.”


Arachne weaves a dress for Hades’s wife as a thank you, and returns to her volcano.

“I can take you somewhere else,” Aphrodite says, “you don’t have to hide here.”

Arachne pauses at her loom. She has lived in this volcano for seven years. It’s her home. “Would you like me to leave?” she asks instead.

Aphrodite scoffs, “Of course not! How could I dress myself without you here?” She’s wearing the spider silk dress Arachne spun for her, and she’s working on another for the goddess now. Aphrodite runs a gentle finger down Arachne’s cheek and for a moment she forgets to breathe. “You are the finest weaver to ever exist.”

She looks up at the goddess, “Then as the god of crafts and goddess of beautiful things, where else would I belong besides with you and Hephaestus?”

To declare your company equal to that of gods is the height of arrogance and blasphemy.

They tell tales of her hubris.

“An excellent point,” Aphrodite murmurs, and tucks a stray braid behind Arachne’s ear.

They are all true.

gods and monsters series part iii

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The Stupid Bag (Draco Malfoy x Reader)


Draco pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation and turned just in time to see most of your books cascade to the floor. It was the fifth time in three days that this had happened and he honestly didn’t understand why you wouldn’t just buy a new bag. Instead, you insisted on repeatedly casting Reparo multiple times a day. Talk about a waste of time and magic. He watched in disdain as a group of sixth and seventh year boys began to crowd around you eagerly trying to offer you their assistance. His eyes narrowed at a particularly bold one who actually dared to put a hand on your arm.

“Keep that expression on your face and you’ll get permanent wrinkles, you know.” Pansy said from next to him. He leveled a glare at her before smoothing out his aristocratic features. “Malfoy’s don’t get wrinkles.” He sniffed while Pansy merely rolled her eyes in boredom. “Come on, class starts in five.”  She said pulling on his arm. “And stop pining after her for Salazar’s sake, it’s unbecoming of you.” She smirked. Draco’s protests were lost in the crowd as their professor arrived just in time to usher them into Transfigurations. Pining? Since when has he ever pined? He doesn’t pine. Pansy can shove it.

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Monsta X as university students


•  is reasonably punctual when arriving at his classes
•  except that chemistry class lmao he ain’t sitting in front of that crazy professor as he spits in his face while talking
•  you’d always see him carrying only 1 book/ binder “does that even fit all your courses ???”
•  fairly quiet throughout his classes, and his voice cracked one time when asking you for a pen bc he rarely talks
•  usually sits in the middle so the professors don’t pick on him, but it’s kinda hard with his gigantic frame and adorable face


•  everyone’s warned you about him before semester even started tbh
•  but like according to him, he’s not even that flirty………“It’s called being sociable, Minhyuk, gosh”
•  offers to have pizza dates if you were ever nice to him during a class
•  too bad he does that with everyone smfh
•  you wouldn’t think that he’s got the brains, but he’s acing all his tests yet still has time to attend all the parties on campus


•  carries like 4 stuffed bags on his body somehow and a giant smile on his face
•  I swear he’s never in a bad mood, and just looking at him makes everyone relax before an exam “you’ll do great, guys!!!!!!!! :D”
•  never attends parties but there’s a swarm of people surrounding him every morning so he’s a walking get-together
•  does all his hw on time and every professor enjoys having him in their class
•  probably wears the same sweatshirt for like a month during winter, so it’s hard to recognize him without it and his school bags covering his entire body


•  has hit on a professor at least 3 times this past year
•  ain’t even ashamed about it, he’ll even brag on SNS and challenge his friends to do the same
•  is in a bad mood whenever they don’t have his favorite lunch at the canteen, and spends his whole paycheck on an expensive lunch just to be spiteful
•  has movie and band posters hung up on his dorm wall, matched with fairy lights and everything
•  goes into hibernation when he’s got hella hw to do, and you won’t hear from him until he’s finished it all


•  yes he’s the annoying kid who wears sunglasses inside when he’s hungover and giant designer coats when it’s the middle of summer :’)
•  calls his mom like 10 times a day and it’s kinda adorable bc he does it when no one’s around “yes mom, I’m eating my vegetables I swear”
•  never carries any kind of books or school supplies and it’s like ??? How are you passing everything fam
•  no one dares ask him for help on their school work bc he’ll give an exasperated sigh and ask the teacher instead bc he’s petty
•  is actually really friendly when you get to know him, you just gotta break down that wall bc he’s just a meme lmao


•  didn’t even think college life was gonna be this hard bc tbh he was just looking forward to all the parties
•  had like a depression period where he wanted to drop out but he’s made so many friends that quickly convinced him otherwise
•  still does music and has dropped the most fire mixtapes…..“Hey bro, can you please pass these around the campus w/ me?”
•  the professors probably thought he’d be trouble but he’s actually so helpful with the students who need assistance during a lesson
•  cries when he’s drunk and sends heartfelt snaps to everyone


•  the college student that everyone aspires to be
•  he’s got everything organized, from hw to class work, to job applications to internships and etc.
•  everyone wants to be his friend but tbh he’s promised himself that he’ll focus on school work before anything else (good boy omfg)
•  this all goes downhill when he joins up w/ jooheon and they both work on music together and throw parties every Friday
•  is scared of sleeping alone and he’ll actually call up Joo to come and stay with him when his roommate is out

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(Ever so slight Spoilers)

Okay, but my favorite headcanon right about now is little Peter just, somehow casually slipping into the Ravager’s life.

One moment everything goes downhill and straight to hell – suddenly they are not gonna sell the little Terran because Yondu decided he would be useful (only a handful of people know that’s not the real reason why Yondu will do everything to keep the child away from Ego). Suddenly they are not going to get paid a few thousand units, but have to feed and take care of the brat. It’s chaos, it’s very close to mutiny, and even those loyal to Yondu are a bit confused, because even though they don’t want to deliver the kid to his death, they didn’t really think that they would keep him around.

Then, the great silence follows. Peter doesn’t really dare to come close to the strange aliens, and the Ravagers don’t really dare to interact with the child – either because they don’t know how to handle a little Terran, or because they would only want to treat him badly and then they would find themselves with an arrow through some important parts of their bodies. It’s a game of cat and mouse, and Peter only ever comes closer for food, to ask something very quietly or accept a new load of work they drop on him.

And then it just… happens. Peter is there, and it’s a bit like he always was. Suddenly there is a boy following them like a puppy, eager and hopping and with eyes wide like plates to take in everything around him. Questions leaving his lips as fast as the rapid fire of a blaster. Greedy little hands grasping for new things to keep them close and inspect them from all sides.

There is music blasting from a Walkman or from their ship’s speakers until they almost beg the boy to switch to another song (or Yondu yells to “pick a fuckin’ ‘nother, Quill!”). There is laughter echoing through the former rather quiet Eclector on normal days, and hoots and cheers on the best days. There is groan and moans of a bored child until either someone breaks and goes to entertain the little Terran, or Yondu grasps him and puts him down in the captain’s seat where Peter can play “Fly the ship” with loud “Nyooom” sounds.

There are missions going horribly wrong because they can’t quite figure out how to include a child in a Ravager’s work at first. And Peter messes up, or they mess up, and then it’s a huge freaking mess with screams and yells and whistles until they are out of there and gasp for air in between yelling blames at each other and simultaneously laughing their ass off over their own stupidity, and Peter looking between them until he starts laughing himself.

There is worry and confusion over Terran’s and their customs – because apparently little Terran children can get sick easily and it looks like they are dying, only for it to be a simple “flu”, whatever that is. But then again, the same little Terran can fall and break a limb and be okay, and it’s confusing the heck out of all of them, even Yondu and Kraglin, the latter being almost Terran after all.

Both cases end up with Peter lying in a bed, not allowed to move from there, and Ravagers sticking at least their head in the room to check up on the kid. Or, rather, spending hours next to his sickbed to make sure that he’s going to stay okay.

Suddenly there is Peter clinging to Tullk’s leg as he walks, hanging over Kraglin’s shoulder to see him work, falling asleep on Oblo’s lap to the man’s silent delight, annoying the hell out of Horuz or dancing along next to Yondu’s big steps when they walk through the hallways.


Nobody can really tell who first slips up and calls Peter “their Terran.”


It becomes a habit, one they don’t really think about.

Tullk says it with a laugh when Peter manages to pickpocket an officer – an officer of all the people – and returns with a triumphant grin and his pockets full of handcuffs, a new blaster and some money. “Our lil’ Terran is a natural thief!”

Oblo mutters it when he’s carving a new toy for Peter, one that looks like those “raccoons” Peter has tried to describe to him. When someone asks him what that shape is supposed to be, the man mutters without looking up from his work, “Our lil’ thief said they shoulda look like this.”

Kraglin calls it over his shoulder when they leave a wrecked bar full of headhunters that Yondu’s dealt with himself, because they were looking for the money Ego has put on his spawn’s head, “Shouldn’t mess with our Terran, shouldn’t have.”

And Yondu says it, the words slipping as they re-enter the ship, little Peter curled up next to Horuz, the man okay with it as long as the child is sleeping and not annoying him. Horuz looks up when Yondu storms into the room – the headhunter’s claim and threat that they would find Peter still fresh in the Centaurian’s mind.

Yondu’s burning gaze lands on Peter – safe, safe, still here – and some of the tension seeps out from him. He still glowers at Horuz and gives a short order, “Keep an eye on ‘im. Nobody comes close to our Terran, ya got that?!”

They can’t pinpoint when it happens. But somewhere along the way, Peter becomes theirs, becomes crew.

And hell to those who try to take him from them again.

7 Days of Heaven (Prologue)

Teaser 1 Teaser 2  Day 1-Jaebum  Day 2-MarkDay 3-Jinyoung Day 4-Jackson  Day 5-Youngjae  Day 6-Bambam   Day 7-Yugyeom

Before everything and anything goes downhill, here’s to give you an insight on how the story will start.

This is short, plain, and very simple.  No warnings involved or anything like that!


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Misty Eyes 1/?

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Pairing: Pietro x Elemental!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, slight sexual tension
Word Count: 1103
Summary: Pietro Maximoff has been a part of your life ever since H.Y.D.R.A., where the three of you became tightly-knit friends, and have been ever since. After the battle of Sokovia, he became an even bigger part of your life when you threatened him for almost dying and accidentally slipped up about your feelings. Now, everything is absolutely perfect. But it all goes downhill when H.Y.D.R.A. comes looking for you, and time is running out. 

Author’s Notes: I’m not sure if I should make this a full series, so I’m going to test the waters a bit and see how you guys like it. Then we’ll go from there. My inbox is always open, so if you just wanna talk about life or request anything, go right ahead. 

(I apologize, there is only a brief mention of powers in this part, but trust me, there will be more. This part doesn’t have a lot to do with the summary, but it basically introduces some of the tone and future relationships with characters. The next one will introduce a lot more of the plot.)

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“Wandaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” I scream, absolutely terrified.

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” She yells as she runs into my room, stopping as soon as she sees me standing on a desk, wrapped in a towel holding a shoe and a box of tissues. My best friend immediately drops to the ground, laughing hysterically. 

“A….a sp-spider?” She exhales before falling into another fit of laughter. 

“Wanda, help me! It followed me out of the shower and I can’t take my eyes off of-” I stop, mortified. The spider that was terrorizing me, is nowhere to be found. I scan the room from my perch on the desk, as Wanda’s laughter ceases.

“See Y/n, it’s gone now, I think…” She tries to assure me, but her gaze falls on my shoulder and her eyes widen.

“What?” My attention is drawn to a prickling feeling on the back of my neck, causing my heart to thump violently against my rib cage. 

“W-Wanda…my…n-neck…” I stutter, reaching my hand back. 

In a swift movement, I slap away whatever was on my neck. Only, ‘it’ is still attached to my hand, and ‘it’ is a giant wolf spider. A shrill scream escapes my lips as I jump off of the desk, knocking several books and papers to the floor, wildly shaking my hand trying to get ‘it’ off. Somehow, this encourages it to crawl further up my arm. My grip on the towel tightens as I run down the hall to the kitchen, leaving behind a hysterical Wanda. There’s only one person that will take this whole thing seriously and help me, and thankfully, everyone else is on a mission. 

“Peter Parker, get your ass over here and help me!” I bolt into the kitchen towards Peter, who’s sitting on the couch eating an apple. 

“Y/n, are you oka-”

“There’s a fucking spider on my arm! Get. It. Off.” I squeal.

“Every. Single. Time,” He sighs.

He quickly sets the apple down, stopping when he realizes I’m wearing nothing but a towel that stops about mid-thigh. His face flushes a deep red. He swallows hard and hurries to my side, delicately scooping up the spider and cupping it in his hands. 

“You’d think with the powers you have, you’d be able to take care of a single spider…” Peter mumbles.

“Okay one, I only had water to work with, and two, you remember what happened the last time I tried that?”

“Yeah, yeah I remember. Your room got flooded and it took two weeks to replace everything.”

“And that is why I can’t use my powers on spiders,” I state as he calmly walks down the hall to the elevator, probably to put it outside. I exhale and shut my eyes for a minute to calm my nerves. Suddenly, someone clears their throat from the other side of the room. My head snaps up, revealing Tony, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and Pietro all staring at me. 

“When’d you all get h-here?” I stutter, now slightly embarrassed.

“Whew, you couldn’t wait for him to come back, could you? Got yourself all clean and…sultry,“ Tony smirks with a wink, proud of how uncomfortable he’s making everyone. 

"Spider?” Nat inquires as she passes me on her way out.

“Sadly, yes,” I sheepishly admit. She shakes her head and laughs as she makes her way down the hall. 

“Sultry, really?” Steve rolls his eyes, flashing me a playful smile. 

“Really. Y/n, that towel is very slimming, I think you should wear it more often. It gets quite the reaction out of this one,” Tony suggests, nudging Pietro with his elbow, causing his face to flush and contort with jealousy. Just like that, he speeds over and wraps his arms around my waist from behind, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. 

“Guys, guys. I’m the only one that can tell her how seksi and lepa and neverjetno she is…“ he trails off, inhaling and exhaling deeply, still resting his head on my shoulder. I close my eyes, melting into his embrace when I feel a slight tug on my towel. I look down, finding that my towel is falling down, little by little. 

"Piet?” I whisper as my face turns redder than a tomato.


“My towel.”

“What about it?” 

“It’s falling…”


“Pietro Maximoff I swear-”

“Well, this is uncomfortable. Steve? You up for some intense training?” Bucky interrupts, desperately trying to get out of the awkward situation. 

“Sure thing, Buck.” He replies. The two waste no time in leaving.

“Are you just going to leave me here, alone, with them?” Tony yells, slightly hurt by being left behind. 

“Yup,” a voice calls back from the hallway. 

“Well, not that this hasn’t been fun and all, but I should go do something productive with my life. Smooches,” Tony gestures to the two of us as he saunters towards the hall before quickly turning around. 

“Oh, and remind me to get earplugs. You guys tend to get a little too verbal, if you know what I mean,” He winks before walking away. 

“Do we really get that loud?”

“I don’t know, Draga. You want to find out?” Pietro whispers, burying his face in my hair. I sigh as his hot breath tickles my skin, a smile creeping onto his face.

“But tonight’s team dinner,” I counter.

“I’m sure the Captain will let you skip just one dinner.”


“Y/n, please-”

“Fine, whatever. But only because It gives us the chance to annoy Stark.”

“Then I’ll be sure to make you scream loud enough for him to hear.”

"I’d like to see you try.”

Draga - Darling

Seksi- Sexy

Lepa - Beautiful

Neverjetno - Amazing

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anonymous asked:

New enemies to lovers fics pls pls pls <3

Alright, I have some new and some old that I haven’t recced before. You can check out the old list here. Enjoy!

Campaigning for Your Heart: Complete 2 chapters They argue over their political preferences comedy

I’ll Have A Side Of You: One shot Jongin comes to Kyungsoo’s restaurant to insult the food

Something I Gotta Say (Tom and Jerry): One shot, They are school enemies since Kyungsoo caught Jongin kissing his boyfriend

You Got Me (Wrapped Around Your Finger): One shot, they are porn stars and Jongin gets pissed that Kyungsoo only looks innocent and starts to be a jerk to him

Mille-feuille: One shot. This is more Kyungsoo thinking they are rivals, Kyungsoo gets put into an arranged marriage with his biggest competition at school

The ultimate guide to destroying Jongin factor : One shot They have an accident the first time they meet and their relationship goes downhill from there

Anything You Can Do: Complete 7 chapters, they work together and they fight a lot and bet over who does the best to see who is going to be in charge of the sex

Mercury: one shot. They are school rivals fighting over the same girl

Heartsick: Complete 5 chapters. (This is more of Kyungsoo thinking they hate each other), and are going to be in an arranged marriage between Kyungsoo (servent) and the warrior (Jongin)

Wrong Bite: Ongoing wolf Jongin vampire Kyungsoo, Jongin kidnaps Kyungsoo because he thinks he is someone else, then everything goes wrong from there

Far Longer Than Forever: One shot  they are both princes in an arranged marriage and they don’t like each other (more dislike then enemies I guess)

Sue Me: One shot (old, classic) they are competing lawyers

Upcoming Imagines

Requests: (Not Being Posted in Order)

(Titles Might Change)

Followers (Z.H) - Zach’s mother accuses you of using him for his fame. 

Impulse (Z.H) - You and Zach get into an argument and for a second you think he’d hit you. 

Back and Forth (J.M) -  You and Jonah argue before apologizing to one another.

Caught (J.A) - You and Jack get caught in a very steamy makeout session. 

Night Lights (D.S) - Jack takes you on a cute date.

Catch the Flow (Z.H) - You’re Logan’s sister and you perform The Fall of Jake Paul with the boys and kiss Zach at the end.

Too Little Too Late (D.S) - Daniel tells you he loves you right before you go off to college. 

XOXO (D.S) - You have to bribe Daniel to let you out of his embrace one Sunday morning.

Laze Daze (C.B) - A lazy day calls.

Resting Face (D.A) - Everyone thinks you’re upset and you don’t know why.

Cold (J.A) - Jack grows distant and you grow irritated.

Jealous (Z.H) - Zach grows annoyed when one of his friends keeps flirting with you.

Oblivious (J.M) - Logan and his viewers see the spark between you and Jonah, something you both were oblivious to.

Aisle 6 (D.S) - You and a friend are goofing around in a grocery store when you catch a certain boy’s attention.

Spin It (J.A) - Jack flips his shit when you kiss Jonah in a game of spin the bottle.

Suspicious (J.M) - The boys think Jonah is doing drugs but in reality, he’s just seeing you.

On Camera (J.M) - Logan doesn’t know that you and Jonah are dating.

Asshole (D.S) - Daniel cheats and gets jealous when you go to one of the boys for comfort.

Accidents Happen (C.B) - Corbyn accidentally lets his feelings for you out when he grows jealous of you and Jack.

Fake (J.A) - Jack ditched you years ago for better friends and now you’re doing better without him.

Mockery (J.A) - You and Jack have a love-hate relationship where you tease each other back and forth repeatedly.

To the Curb (Z.H) - You’re kicked out and too afraid to tell Zach.

Blame the Distance (J.A) - Jack cheats on you in America while you’re studying in London and you get news of it.

Song Based: (Not Being Posted in Order)

Happier (C.B) - Corbyn visits his hometown and sees you with your new boyfriend.

New Rules (J.M) - You try not to let Jonah take advantage of you.

Reminding Me (J.A) - You and Jack are in new relationships but you can’t get over each other.

Hoodie (C.B) - You reminisce in memories with Corbyn, your ex-boyfriend, by wearing his hoodie.

Everything I Didn’t Say (D.S) - Daniel regrets the way he treated you.

All I Want (C.B) - Corbyn wants answers after you leave such a perfect relationship with him.

Original Imagines: (Not Being Posted in Order)

Just a Peck (J.A) - You catch Jack and Aspen in a moment.

Birthday Blues (ALL) - The boys forget your birthday because they were busy with scheduling tour dates.

FanBase (Z.H) - Zach cheats on you with a fan.

Unexpected pt.3 (J.M) -  Chances of you and Jonah getting back together are very low.

Nobody Gotta Know pt.2 (Z.H) - Jack catches you and Zach in the act and everything goes downhill from there.

Secrets (C.B) - You have a crush on Corbyn and your best friend doesn’t want you with him because she’s sleeping with him.

Request Here

Muse A goes to the countryside on summer vacation with her family as a small child. They don’t like it there very much, and are extremely grumpy about it. Then they meet Muse B, who’s been living there all their life in a house next door to the vacation home. The two become inseparable friends— running barefoot through tall grass, playing pranks on everyone, picking wild strawberries, building a hidden hideout so they can hang out there.
     Then Muse A is taken away back to the city, and the two are devastated, pining for each other’s company for months after the separation. Years pass and they forget that summer. They’re now grownups, and Muse A is a successful business owner in the city, while Muse B takes up an artistic job ( musician, painter, poet, etc. ) near his home.
     So one day, a bad breakup leaves Muse A heartbroken, and when their work goes downhill, they decide they need a break and go to the countryside. In the same rental vacation home from all those years ago, they spend their days trying to chill. Bad memories and nightmares wake them up from sleep and they take a walk through the grounds around them when they hear music//see someone?? They follow everything to their old hideout, where Muse B, too, has been spending a restless night in need of inspiration.
     Muse A watches them for a while in secret, but then something scares them or they trip on something, and the two just go Whoa, hello..?! and Muse B offers their hand to Muse A…. and then realizes that birthmark//scar on their hand looks familiar??

[SCENARIO] GardenFairy!Wonwoo

Just because I toooOoOoOtally don’t have 104398234 other works in progress……… :) I’m sorry this ended up way longer than I’d intended for it to be AHH the idea stemmed from a small talk between Hoshit and I, what the hell happened??

((((Also heavily featuring Mingyu because Meanie is life))))


Originally posted by jihanmeanietrash

  • okay so lets just say
  • Wonwoo’s a garden fairy that’s only five inches tall
  • With wings
  • He can shapeshift himself into a human-sized entity, but that kind of drains his powers a lot, so he tries his best to stay fairy-sized for as long as necessary
  • This tiny winged boi has been guarding this patch of grass at the back of a small single-story terrace house for the longest time. 
  • His calling is to care for the gardens of the one that lives in the house
  • But the house has been left uninhabited for almost a dozen years
  • Wonwoo’s just left to wander about the fields
  • Yunno, just to make sure they stay healthy and green
  • He can’t really leave too, since it’s basically the sole purpose of his existence
  • Eventually gets too lazy and/or tired to tend to the weeds that are overwhelming the plot
  • Potential tenants enter the house with the landlord, but most of the time they leave without any promise to return
  • He even gets disdainful glares from the women when they glance out at the untended garden
  • But it’s not his fault…
  • It gets really lonely sometime and he gets unmotivated to carry out his job especially since there’s no one there to help him
  • Anyway

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herzundhafen-deactivated2017092  asked:

In the Latin American Spanish version of the mob song, LeFou sings "Una bestia anda allí no hay duda, pero veo otro monstruo sufrir" which means "there goes a beast there's no doubt, but I see another monster suffering" and it's the most amazing and heartbreaking translation I have ever heard but also the greatest. Like can the fandom have a conversation about this or what??????

Okay no LISTEN this is awful I’m crying atm like we as the audience like to antagonize gaston and say he’s evil, I mean the writers kill him off, but sincerely he’s only s u f f e r i n g

Like (2017) Gaston IS a reasonably amazing person. He’s confident, strong, stands for what he believes in, respects women much more than the original, and he doesn’t physically assault people for no reason.

His only fault is that he gets angry and becomes irrational, but that’s what Lefou is there for. And when Gaston becomes too much for Lefou to handle is when shit goes downhill. But behind everything, Gaston is ultimately confused and misguided. He’s frightened so much that he calls everyone up for murder time. Considering he just came from the war, he likely has PTSD and has the insatiable urge to kill anything that poses any sort of threat. It’s survival in his head, and he suffers for it.

Gaston is my son ok protect him

title: kill the lights

summary: “The paint’s supposed to go where?”// Bellamy offers to help Clarke with an art project and everything goes downhill from there.

wc: 1.3k

A/N: this may be a one shot but i have more up my sleeve if i feel like it

on AO3


“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

Clarke huffed. “Bellamy, you said you’d help me out with this.”

He put his hands on his hips, mimicking a motion often contrived by his sister. While this action could have been derived as a bit feminine, the muscles twitching in Bellamy’s arms distracted her from even coming to that conclusion. “Clarke,” he taunted in her same whiny tone, “You didn’t say paint would be on me. And in unmentionable places, nonetheless.”

She blew some hair out of her face, trying to distract from the growing blush forming on her cheekbones. “It’s art,” Clarke gestured vaguely. “You do the unthinkable. Press boundaries.”

“This certainly is unthinkable,” groaned Bellamy. “And what will O say?”

“We don’t have to tell her.”

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Victoria's Secret And Yoongi's Underwear

poly relationship: you x jimin x yoongi x jungkook x taehyung

so i actually haven’t been writing as often, so here is a little apology about this, i hope that you guys really like it <33


Originally posted by bwiseoks

“Do these pants make me look fat?” As always, the question asked by the smallest boy makes you laugh, though it wasn’t even directed at you. Yoongi was standing in front of the long mirror in the back of the changing room that three of you were all shoved into. He ran his hands down over his thighs nervously.

It was as if he wasn’t sure if he was making the underwear work, but damn did he have the attention of both people standing near him. “Yoongi, babe,” Jimin said to the eldest of the boys, “you have the frame of a little porcelain doll.”

The rapper looks back into the mirror with a frown, running his hands down his legs and shaking his head at his friend. “…Wow… You answered no, yet you still gave the wrong answer.”

You step forward, setting down the pile of ‘yes’ clothes on the bench. “I like your little frame. Besides, we’re all small compared to Jungkook and Taehyung.”

Something about this place was just so entertaining. Every time that you and Yoongi dragged people in here everything seemed to go downhill extremely fast, but you never would see anything more entertaining than what goes down in bringing the boys into this store.

For some reason, though they claimed to be grown ups, all mature and all that, yet they just couldn’t handle walking into Victoria’s Secret like this. They couldn’t’ handle it. Every time they walked in it was Jungkook trying to walk towards the big wall of underwear, while Jimin tried to hold him back.

In the end, Yoongi always buys almost more underwear than you would, and Taehyung would walk away with fifty sweatshirts from Pink and a boy dragging him onto the next store. You would be left walking out of the place with all your bags being carried for you, a gentleman’s gesture, though you knew it was Jungkook’s attempt to steal your new purchases.

While you round the corner, watching the two heads that you were trying to keep track of, you couldn’t help but look over at where Yoongi and Jimin were. Every time, with every new piece of clothing that he bought, the oldest of the boy seemed to worry about if he was too skinny. It bothered you that he thought he didn’t have a good body.

“YN!” Taehyung yells from a few isles away, making you shake your head in embarrassment, “I found a big sweatshirt I want!”

“And what?” You whisper-yell as you walk closer to him, “Do you need my permission to get it, or something?”

“No- I want you to see it.” He held the sweatshirt up, the blue fabric laying over his chest while he put the hanger up to his neck and laid the material over his chest so that you could imagine what it would look like if he had it on. “Do you think that it will make my shoulders look too big?”

“Taehyung,” you tell him with a laugh, “there’s no such thing as too big of shoulders. Just ask Namjoon and Seokjin.”

They continue running around and laughing gently with one another, giggling and trying on different sweatshirts and underwear. Everything was going… not fine, but normally, until you hear the words that you knew would signal the beginning of chaos.

“Jungkookie, why don’t you try on some underwear like Yoongi?”


Originally posted by blk5sos

idk if ive used the gif before anyway here it is again

Requested: nope, roughly based on this song

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader

Description: When Luke tries to stay away from his ex-girlfriend after three months, everything goes downhill. He can’t keep his emotions to himself anymore. (fucking angst man)

“She’s with someone else,” Luke whispered to himself in the middle of everything. Calum looked over at him with a sigh and almost pulled the phone out of Luke’s hand.

“Mate, you’re over her, okay? Don’t ruin it now.” Calum said and took a slurp of his beer and watched how Luke’s eyes darkened. He wasn’t. He wasn’t over the girl he had been in love with for two years. How could he ever be over someone like her?

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anonymous asked:

What are your favorite older fics? Ones that have maybe been buried in the AO3 tags and aren't getting so many kudos and comments anymore?

Lol I thought this one would pair nicely with the earlier ask about recent fic. I have so many favorites but it would be weird and probably not helpful to just rec the entire AO3 tag…

How to fall in love with a human by @writerstealth This is one of the earliest supercat fics out there (technically it’s a series). It’s amazing and definitely holds up. Bonus points for Wonder Woman and being one of the few fics out there that end with Kara melding her identities. 

Misunderstandings by @rtarara in which Carter catches his Mom with Supergirl when she’s supposed to be dating Kara. Protective Carter is the best.

walk away, watch me burn by @gertiemcfuzz It’s just sex leads to accidental feelings. Hot but also sweet and perfect. 

This is not what I wanted by @a-dot-burr-ell Supergirl gets hurt and shows up on Cat’s balcony.  It’s definitely pre-supercat but has such great interaction.

Shutter by @kara-lesbihonest Kara agrees to do a photosession or three with Cat as photographer. Obviously one of the pics has to be of the two of them in bed together. For completely professional Catco reasons. 

Remembering Kara’s Name by @spaceshipsarecool Cat and Kara sleep together and it goes downhill from there. In which Cat is kind of an asshole and Kara has biological difficulties. It has a happy ending but oh man does it make you suffer first.

Call Me By My Name by lishesque (?) Cat takes Kara on vacation to force her to reveal she’s Supergirl.  Full of prickly tension it’s wonderful.

The Woman who has (almost) everything by vienne_la_nuit In which Kara is hurting and Cat manages self-awareness and comfort. Cat comforting Kara is one of my favorite supercat scenes ever. 

Lunch with Sharks by @violetren set during the Siobhan disaster. Kara gets a job offer and Carter and Cat find out. I really really love Kara and Carter interaction and Cat’s soft spot for her son. It’s lovely. 

A matter of trust by @wistfulwatcher Cat knows Kara is supergirl but they still have trust issues. I love that knowing about supergirl isn’t just a magical fix all and that there are still issues on both sides. Also wall sex.

anonymous asked:

So I recently read two fics where Jensen was Jared's guardian angel and I think it may be my favorite trope. Please tell me you know lots of guardian angel Jensen fics!!

Hello friend, I only remember a few with that trope, sorry!

Sacrilege   Every human is born with a guardian angel and Jensen is Jared’s. It takes a grand total of two minutes without Jensen’s constant attention for Jared to get himself killed in the most pathetic of ways and so Jensen decides to take on a human persona to make sure that Jared lives until his actual expiration date. It turns out that a game of gay chicken between a human and an angel can actually be pretty risky when feelings are involved. Sometimes you have to figure out if it’s worth the fall.

In The Arms Of An Angel  Guardian angel Jensen comes to Jared to help guide him through a rough spot. Becoming human in form to help him proves to be more difficult than Jensen thought, as he had human feelings and desires.

The Impossibility of We Since he was born Sam’s had a companion no one else could see, a guardian, a presence he just doesn’t know how to be without. His Dean. As he gets older it becomes a challenge to understand how this companion - never seen by anyone else but perfectly real to him - can still fit into his life and what he wants.

This one is the guys being angels, not what you were asking but still interesting:

Ineffable  Jared and Jensen are angels in God’s army who can’t stand each other. During some supposedly restful downtime, it comes to the attention of someone very important.

One with cupid!Jensen that I loved:

Cupid 79 (This Ain’t Your Hallmark Cupid)  Everybody’s got a love/hate relationship with their jobs. But for Jensen Ackles, top Cupid in the nation, after a hit goes wrong it’s just a long, downhill slide from there. Caution: an ungodly amount of swearing, sarcasm, and schmoop in which Chris Kane is an awesome best friend, Tom Welling’s the vacuous son of Zeus, Rosenbaum is Rosenbaum, and Jensen has a penchant for Plans.

And these are only Wing!fic :P

Equally Cursed And Blessed  Sam and Dean deal with the complications of Dean’s wings and their libidos.

Unruffled   Sam growing wings. Pre-series. Dean gets seriously turned on by them.

Flight Patterns  Dean’s secret changes everything, but not a great deal.

Wings Wetted Down    It was his favorite shirt. Of course it was. Torn to shreds, along with his leather jacket, which groaned in protest before ripping apart at the seams. And suddenly, the street that had been so goddamn noisy, was utterly and completely silent.

Airborne In a world where three mighty powers are at war, Jared lives a comfortable, if unremarkable, life as a Healer in a little valley as yet untouched by the battles and pillaging. His days get a lot more interesting when a Harper, one of the winged soldiers of the Overlords, literally crashes at his feet. Bound by his healer’s vow, Jared takes in the injured man, over time earning his trust and companionship. Little does he know how fast Jensen’s presence – or absence - will turn his life upside down. Jared and his best friend Chad begin an epic journey that will see them cross paths with the one warrior, who is so unlike any others of his kind, once more.

Why i love Jamie Parker

I made this for the Harry Potter Amino as so less people are aware of Jamie there, but i thought why not post it on here too :)

So after i made a blog about Anthony Boyle as Scorpius, here is my appreciation blog about Jamie Parker! Jamie currently plays the role of Harry Potter himself in Harry Potter and the cursed child in London and i’m absolutely 100% in love with him!

1)      His portrayal of Harry Potter

„I was familiar with the books and read some of them, but I wasn’t a Potterhead. But it’s been great now to immerse myself in it – I’ve gone through all of them several times now, and I’m going to go through them again. I won’t stop making notes“ – Jamie Parker

It’s amazing how much time and effort this person put into research and thinking, in order to bring us the most canon book Harry with all his flaws and his strenghts he could ever be able to create!

And it’s not surprising to me that he 100% suceeded! His interpretation of Harry screams BOOK HARRY every second he is on stage and i can’t put in words how much i adore and appreciate him for this!

Here are some details of his performance i absolutely love in no particular order:


a)      „Jamie does Potter pain beautifully“ is written as a slogan on one side of the theatre and it pretty much sums up why i love Jamie as Harry so much.

He puts so much emotion in every single one of his performances and he totally merges with his character.

In the blanket scene i love how soft he starts this scene off! You can feel Harry’s desperate need to reach out to Albus and that he wants to share this moment with Albus so desperately. It’s so much more heartbreaking to see Albus rejects his attemp and it adds so much more sympathy for Harry’s character (for Albus character too, but you have to wait until my Sam Clemmett appeciation post for this).

Just then does Harry’s angry side bursts out, we all know so well from the novels! The amount of emotion Jamie has in this scene is incredible, especially when Albus (either Sam or Tom) plays along with this and they escalate each other. It just shows what an incredible actor he is (although i think it’s surprising he still has a voice after doing this every evening!).

I just love the way he screams and shakes in total horror after Harry’s nightmares, i never saw someone playing such a scene more authentically and it amazes me every time i listen to it!

I love how emotional and heartbreaking his acting in the Dumbledore scene is. This scene always hits me very hard, hearing Harry/Jamie sobbing the „I loved you, too“ line while desperately crying and oh the FEELS!

I love how he reacts when Harry sees his parents die. This is without a doubt for me the most heartbreaking scene in the show! The way Harry/Jamie screams in total desperation and collapses to the ground. His face, his eyes, his body, EVERYTHING is spot on and i don’t think there is one single person in the fandom who wouldn’t get a lot of feels from that!


b)      He is so charming as Harry! This especially shows at the beginning of the show before Harry’s relationship with Albus goes downhill. His smile, the way he approaches Albus and how he jokes around at the beginning, shows how well he got Harry’s charming side from the books. I know a lot of people didn’t like Harry in cursed child due to the script, but i think that would change for some people after seeing Jamie’s performance. He is so likeable and charming as Harry and you understand why Harry does the mistakes he did.

He gives so much life to Harry’s character and i love him for this.

c)       He and Poppy have the most beautiful chemistry on stage! I didn’t have anything against Harry and Ginny getting together in the books, but i wasn’t 100% sold on this ship. But after cursed child and Jamie’s and Poppy’s performance consider me Hinny trash! Their interaction, their kiss, the way they looked at each other, it was just perfect and they managed to sold me to this ship, which means a lot in my opinion.


There is so much i love about his Harry, but we will move on to the next point.


2)      His silly, ridiculous and lovable personality, which reminds me so much of Harry personality.

I wasn’t lucky enough to actually meet him at stage door, but i only heard amazing things about Jamie Parker’s personality. I’m following his Twitter account for a while now and i fell even more in love with him.

This man literally is real life Harry hahahaha!

Here is some proof:

1) Sassy Harry (who doesn’t love sassy Harry/Jamie)

2) Politically rebellious Harry

3) Hero Harry (yes he wanted to buy a drone to rescue a little kitten from a tree)

4) I-appreciate-Snape’s-sacrifice Harry


He is a wonderful person, a VERY talented actor and an AMAZING and INCREDIBLE Harry and i don’t think we potterheads could have hoped for a better actor to play our beloved title character! <3

And it all went downhill from there

Literally everything major that goes wrong in Hamilton’s adult life could have been prevented and is traceable back to one thing



black mail->money problems

money problem->money trail

money trail->WE KNOW

WE KNOW->Reynolds Pamphlet

Reynolds Pamphlet-Public disgrace and ruined family

ruined family->Eaker trash talks Ham.

Eaker Trash Talks Ham->Philip v. Eaker

Philip v Eaker-> Philip dies.

between ruined family and Philip Dies-> don’t run for president in 1800

Not running for president->gotta endorse a candidate

gotta endorse a cnaidate->chose between someone you hate and your frenimy

choosing frenimy or someone you hate->choosing someone you hate

choosing someone you hate->Burr V Hamilton

Burr V Hamilton->Hamilton dies.

This title of teh song is SAY NO TO THIS…he really should’ve said no.