can you guess what i was listening to the entire time i made these :p

Let’s start it off with the one and only, the canon pairing of a sad sk8er boi and his tiny baker: Jack Zimmerman/Eric “Bitty” Bittle!

Ice Crew Please!

THE FIC THAT CHANGED E V E R Y T H I N G u don’t even KNOW oh my god

u read this and u r like: “ice crew au…?? wut” but U GUYS. READ IT.

I AM. BEGGING U. its so fucking funny but also so fucking meaningful and abt CREATING A Fa mILY !!!! and LoVe!!!! and frieNDShIP!!!

p.s i don’t want to spoil it but if u read it message me and ill talk to u abt the part that made me cry like actual tears bc thank god for friendships and acknowledging that shit is hard

the messes of men

this was… in it’s own way.. a hard fic to read (which makes it the best fic to read! pain! i love it! help me!) it’s very very very beautifully written and i hold it very close to my heart….how it portrays jack by himself and how hard it must’ve been…it also manages to weave in how mental illness plays its own role, even once you get together with the person you’re pretty sure is it for you. somewhat painful but cathartic and achingly tender.

until it got the best of you

umm bitty has a big dick. that’s it.

BUT then there’s feelings! and angst! and misunderstanding! (the best type too! u know when one is like so crazily in love with the other and thinks its shockingly obvious but surprise, it’s not!) it’s just fantastic!

i never saw the signs

imagine a world where jack jumping over the snowbank, bringing bitty coffee, going on long walks classifies (in jack’s mind) as dating. so when bitty gets asked out, jack cannot believe the b e t r ay a l! we’re dating bitty! just read this and be happy :)

left the city, my family, my precinct

oh my goodness this fic.

jack accidentally sends bittle a dick pick.

:0  ;)  <3 ___ <3 = summary of the fic

mixing it up

this is just….so cute?!??!?! and funny?!??! and 1!!!!!

bitty is contestant at a baking tournament for the falconers where jack and tater are the judges. at least, thats where it starts off.

tater is fucking hILARIOUS this fic in general made me laugh a lot.

strawberry

if u about that dom/sub life well…….just know that eric pins jacks hands to the bed and there’s v intense blushing that boi turns red like a tomato and i live 4 it.

eric is a tad too southern for me but it’s the only thing this fic doesn’t do perfectly :))))

something like this

considering how popular this fic is it actually sat open in a tab for a looong loooooong time just bc…well… it’s 285,748 words. im an all or nothing girl as in i once read the entire maze runner trilogy in one night so i had to find the right time

first of all: angst. second of all: angst. third of all: ….. u guessed it… angst. BUT don’t worry, for every drop of angst there’s a metro-fucking-ton of smut and sweetness :)))) ;))) what this fic does brilliantly is create an OMC that is at the forefront of the story and do it seamlessly. this is a pretty iconic fic and tbh im definitely not one for fics longer than 100k but this was a fuckin’ beaut man

rake the springtime across your sheets

oh god this was P A I N F U L but in a very beautiful way??? (that’s how u know the writing was siCK) ambiguously happy ending but tbh in the end this fic is really just abt the unspoken quiet truth of being in love, of loving, of being human just lke Fffffffuck me up

Phone, Please!

listen. i’m not a fluff person. idk i get bored. BUT. BUUUUUT. BUT. this fic.

AMAZING. this fic is all about the details and the little moments that make Bitty and Jack  ~*BittyandJack*~

Bonus favorite line: “Thank god there are pancakes to serve. Pancakes are also very nice, and something he can actually have.”

Winter Clothes

Chowder POV so this is both hiLARIOUS and surprisingly touching. Jack and Bitty help Chowder buy clothes for New England winter. As a person living in New England, I approve this message.

WIPS: *Hate That I Love You plays in the background*

medic, please!

so if u ever played world of warcraft u r gonna love it and if you’ve never played world of warcraft u r gonna love it

this fic is just SO CREATIVE?!?!! like the format of it is B O M B. its just. so good. oh ym god.

(also the name is “medic please!” get it? cuz eric’s a medic in the game.? and check..PLEASE! ugh I’m a nerd 4 this pic

Fainting Psychics and Pessimistic Demonologists

ghostbusters au except not bc copyright

at first i was like…ghost hunters au?? rlly? but now I’m like GHOST HUNTERS AU? B R I L L I A N T.

characters are on point, its funny (an actual line of the fic “Jack sat down at his computer, pulled open a tab, and googled “How to encourage a teammate”. lmao what a mess)

but also theres some mystery and intrigue and suspense and in general this is a Good.

baking is punk as fuck

this is another AU that i was like…punk band u ….rlly? but then i was like PUNK BAND AU FUCK YEAH im a sucker for asshole Jack. i’m not even into punk?? but im into this fic U ___ U

This Don’t Even Feel Like Falling

filed under “praise kink mmmm”

honestly? porn..? “Bitty is the one to tie Jack’s hands for Hazeapalooza; afterward, he ties Jack’s hands for their own private enjoyment. “ like?? I’m not sorry.

but also not established relationship more like fwb but u know and i know and ngozi knows that ain’t the game we’re playing here

around the green and blue

not usually a big fan of soulmate aus but what i love about this fic is the pacing and even tho soulmate aus where seeing your soulmate = seeing color for the first time isn’t totally new this felt super fresh and original!

shine for you

aw MAN this gave me the feeeeeels. established relationship but jack is not out, it’s a bit angsty but the jack perspective is just so gooood

EXTRA: It all started with a big Russian hockey player calling a small cat-loving hockey player a rat. You either h8 it or u luv it. In my case, I Love it, capital L, so enjoy: Alexei “Tater” Mashkov/Kent Parson

careful the tale you tell

Kent has been telling himself a story, ever since the Q. It’s the epic story of Parse and Zimms, and he’s in love with it. // this fic is specifically meant for patater newbies and this fic does an amazing job of showing why kent and alexei just make sense. its honestly a Blessing.

kick on the starter

lmao im gonna be 90 years old and still reccing Febricant’s fics…for real when i saw they wrote patater i was like…no..im dreaMing…or im dead? is . is heaven?? rlly unique approach to how she gets them together and gr8 build up :)))) Bless Febricant

i need to wake up, i need me some love…

honestly? shameless fluff. established relationship (they’re ENGAGED FOR GOD’S SAKE) short but Good

What podcasts I listen to

This is a post that most likely no one cares about since I shitpost whatever I’m into but I wanna get my thoughts about the podcasts I listen to regularly and what I feel about them. 


Welcome to Night Vale - This is the one that got me into podcasts although it scared me at first. I managed to listen to 60 episodes in almost a week so I was pretty hooked. This is about a friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful and mysterious lights pass while we all pretend to sleep. It’s set in a H P Lovecraft style of world where the scariest of things are seen as the most normal of things. Things change when a beautiful stranger comes to town but you’ll fall in love instantly. Episodes come out the 1st and 15th of each month

Alice Isn’t Dead - This is done by the same company that does Night Vale and it’s a lot darker and creepier. It is about a truck driver who drives around the country trying to find her wife Alice while discovering things about the towns she goes past. A warning if you don’t deal with gore or violence very well (also spoilers) someone does get murdered in the first episode and the main character does get attacked in a later episode. This show is only done by Joseph Fink and his style is a little scary at times but it’s still good. I recommend binge listening to the first season before the second one comes out because it’s a little easier to keep up with the story that way. I prefer Night Vale over Alice but that’s just a personal opinion. Episodes will continue when the next season starts. 

Wolf 359 - This is one of my favourite podcasts I have ever listened to. Written by Gabriel Urbina, it’s about Doug Eiffel’s life on the Hephaestus Research Station as they orbit the red dwarf star Wolf 359. This a podcast you’ll want more of and you’ll want to know every single plot twist and theory. The characters are loveable and it just makes me really happy. Renee Minkowski is the station’s commander and she makes sure that her boys stay in check (mostly Eiffel). Dr. Hilbert is honestly a little creepy but you can’t hate him and HERA is my computer wife. Every storyline is great and will only keep you guessing. The website also has other cool stuff such as playlists for the characters which are on spotify and there are small little things that are fantastic. The early seasons are very lighthearted and Zach Valenti (@iamzachvalenti) voices both Doug and Hilbert and it’s just fantastic to listen to. Episodes come out every two weeks.

Limetown - Limetown is very different compared to the other podcasts. It’s a news report that follows a reporter, Lia Haddock, as she tries to find out what happened to an entire town of people that just vanished into thin air. The length of the episodes span under 10 minutes to nearly an hour. It’s interesting but Lia is kinda annoying with her methods of obtaining the information she desires but her intentions are in the right place, despite her actions getting innocent people hurt. The podcast kinda stopped in December last year so it’s real easy to listen to but you will want more which is disappointing since you want to know what happens in the next season. It takes a very realistic turn of events so who knows when the next season comes out. If you like realistic podcasts then this is the one for you 

The Bright Sessions - Another personal favourite of mine and I no joke want more right now. The only way I can describe the podcast without spoiling it is X-men go to therapy. It’s an actual pleasure to listen to and it keeps you hooked. Lauren Shippen  (@thelaurenshippen)  has created something thats actually beautiful and has created characters who are relatable in every way. Sam is a time traveller with anxiety, Caleb is a high school student who can feel others emotions, Chloe thinks she’s going insane with the voices of angels then there is a mysterious character who I shall not name. It’s defiantly worth a listen and it’s an A++ podcast. The website also has things that are unique to each person. Sam has a blog, Caleb has instagram and playlists of his own and Chloe has tumblr. This is no joke something I want to make in the future so it’s amazing to me. New episode dates will be released with the new episodes. 

King Falls AM - This is like Night Vale but less creepy and more paranormal. The main characters are Sammy “Shotgun” Stevens and Ben Arnold who host a  late night call in show. I can only imagine this like Night Vale because of the similar format but they are completely different. King Falls AM is what Night Vale would be if the town normal and unusual things aren’t normal. The characters are really loveable and I just love them so much. There are people you will love to hate and it definitely makes you feel like you are a citizen of the town which is great. It brings a sense of community to the small fandom. I want to say more but it’s very spoilery so I will say no more. It’s worth the listen to and I recommend binge listening to this one, trust me you’ll want to. New episodes come out the 1st and 15th of each month. 

EOS 10 - I’ll admit that I haven’t finished this podcast but I don’t think they’ve made new episodes since last year?????? (it was December so I wasn’t wrong). The story follows Ryan Dalias arriving on EOS 10 to check up on the doctor on the ship who has been going through his share of addiction. From what I’ve listened from this, it’s not bad but not my cup of tea. Scifi podcasts don’t work for me but I still enjoy this quite a bit. Warning if you aren’t interested in hearing people do the frick frack then there is a part of episode 3 that you’ll want to skip because it’s a little uncomfortable. The first two seasons are out and god knows when the next season will be available. 

Within the Wires - This is another one done by Night Vale presents. Within the Wires is written by Jeffrey Cranor and the story is based through a series of standard relaxation tapes where you soon realise that yours aren’t standard. The woman on the to the main character and you slowly figure out what that connection is. The tapes themselves are a little creepy but they are sort of relaxing at the same time. Season two may be different and possibly might not be relaxation tapes but that’s the exciting thing about it. I personally prefer this podcast to Alice because I can listen to this and not feel scared when I’m trying to sleep. This one just creeps me out opposed to scaring me so I stay awake. I wouldn’t listen to this before bed though. I recommend to listen to this on a really long road trip because that’s the most comfortable I felt when I heard it. New episodes will come out when the new season does. 

ars PARADOXICA - Imagine if you had accidentally created time travel and you find yourself in 1942 in the middle of the second world war. That’s what Sally Grisham does and she soon discovers that her time travel only goes back so she attempts to find a way to go back to her own time which is a little difficult with only technology from the early 40′s. I’ll be honest, I did really like this podcast when I first started it but the last 4 episodes make me question if I actually want to continue it. The latest episode makes me think that I could continue it. They do give warnings about gun violence and terrible things happening to kids which made me super uncomfortable but the warning was nice. New episodes come out the 1st of each month

The Orbiting Human Circus (of the Air) - Yet another Night Vale presents project but it’s not written by Joseph or Jeffrey. The story follows the janitor Juilen as he tries to get into the show without getting caught. The podcast is set on top of the Eiffel tower and the most magical things happen such as a bird who can recreate a whole orchestra perfectly and a machine that can make the thoughts of a cricket come to life. There are only four episodes so far but it’s pretty good so far. The janitor is my favourite and he just shares stories about his life that only make me want to get to know him better which is nice. The french accents also make me really happy. New episodes come out every other Wednesday and I high recommend it. 

Podcasts I haven’t started but are on my list

Homecoming 

Lore

The Penumbra Podcast

Return Home

Our Fair City

LifeAfter 

I wanted to make this in case anyone was interested with what I was listening to and I would like recommendations with podcasts because I’m always looking for new podcasts to listen to

I’m breaking up with you (S.coups scenario)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: S.coups/ Reader


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{9.18} Scoupstastu: Y/N!

{9.36} Scoupstastu: Hey, Y/N! Are you still sleeping?

{10.21} Scoupstastu: Babe, they gave me the day off!

{10.37}  Scoupstastu: Are you free today?

{11.14} Scoupstastu: Babe?

{11.17} 2 missed calls from Scoupstastu

You glared at your phone on the table but refused to reply to any of his texts. You felt incredibly guilty but you just couldn’t continue like this. Although you adored Seungcheol, this secret relationship was making you anxious. All those clandestine dates, lying to your friends and family and not being able to see him as often as you wanted was killing you so you had been avoiding him with lame excuses while deciding if what you had was worth it or not.

{11.25} You: Sorry I was taking a shower.

{11.25} Scoupstastu: Don’t worry! We still have the rest of the day. So, what would you like to do?

You bit your lower lip and almost gave in but managed to stay strong.

{11.31} You: Sorry, I’m going out with Ellie today.

He was writing something but stopped. ‘That’s it.’ you thought ‘He knows something’s wrong’. But you breathed again when he replied.

{11.38} Scoupstastu: I see. I’ll go out with the boys then. Have a good time, babe!

 You knew you couldn’t lie forever. You had to break up with him but you needed to get ready first. Ice cream and pizza would give you enough energy to finish with this situation.

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`That was fast`you thought when you heard the bell ring. The pizza was supposed to arrive in an hour but you were not complaining. It was never too early for pizza so you made your way to the door shamelessly even though you were wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and your undies. However, when you opened the door, you found yourself standing right in front of your boyfriend.

Panicking, you tried to close the door but he stopped it with his foot and pushed you aside to come in and lock the door behind him.

“Sorry, did you just try to close the door when your boyfriend came all the way to see you?” he asked with a dangerous smile. He was beyond pissed.

“No! Of course not!” you lied laughing nervously “You scared me, that’s all. I thought it was Ellie, she should be here anytime. Anyway… Do you want something to drink? Some coffee, maybe?”

“I want you to cut the crap” he replied.

“Wh-what?” You asked in disbelief.

“Ellie is visiting a friend in France” he said showing you his phone. There was Ellie’s most recent Instagram post. You mentally cursed her for having a public account.

“So” he continued walking towards you, “are you going to fucking France for the day or are you finally going to admit that you’ve been avoiding me for weeks?”

“…We need to end this relationship” you finally said. There was no point on lying anymore.

His expression softened a bit but he still looked angry. He didn’t say anything and let you speak instead.

“I can’t do this anymore, Seungcheol. You never have time for me-“

“That’s not fair, Y/N. I’ve tried to see you many times these past days but you always had an excuse.”

“YES. Because I couldn’t just pretend I was fine hiding this from the world! I’m fucking tired!

This was the first time you had ever yelled at him. This was your very first argument and neither of you knew how to handle it.

“Do you think I like it? Do you think I like knowing that another man could be trying to take you away from me while I’m on tour?!” He raised his voice.

“See?! We don’t even trust each other anymore. You have no idea how many times I’ve had to tell my friends I don’t need a blind date. I might as well go to the next one-“

“You are not going on a blind date! You are MY girlfriend!” he growled possessively getting close to you and cornering you against the wall.

“WE. ARE. BREAKING. UP” you yelled exasperatedly.

“The hell we are” he hissed and crashed his lips against yours roughly. You moaned and kissed back, pulling his hair. He groaned and grabbed your wrists, pinning them on the wall.

“You look damn hot when you’re mad” he whined between kisses pressing his hard on against your core. “Look what you’ve done to me.”

You gasped and wrapped your legs around him. “Yeah?” you teased “Maybe I should avoid you more often.”

“Are you willing to face the consequences, though? You are about to be fucked until you can’t fucking walk” he warned. You huffed and were about to reply when you felt his fingers massaging your clit.

“Mmh… You’re so ready for me baby. I could just slide in and you would take my cock easily”

“Yes! P-please, babe. I need you” you begged.

“I don’t know…” he teased, kissing your neck “You wanted to break up with me just a few minutes ago…”

“I bet the guy Ellie wanted me to meet would have fucked me alread-“you started but were interrupted by S.coups pushing two fingers inside without warning.

“What.did.you.say?” he asked roughly but you couldn’t do anything but moan helplessly. “Answer me, Y/N. Do you think somebody else could make you feel as good as I do?”

“I- I guess I’ll find out soon” you said looking at him directly in the eyes.

“Yeah?” he asked using that raspy voice that made you fall for him long ago. “Let’s see what your date says when he sees you arrive all marked up” he said positioning both of you on the floor and ripping your shirt off. You were speechless. He had never behaved like this before.

“Seungcheol, I’m not going on a d-date, ok? I didn’t-fuck. I didn’t mean it” you said caressing his face. He kissed your hand and said “I’m not risking it” and started attacking your neck and chest, leaving a trail of dark marks while massaging your breasts.

You palmed him through his jeans and he moaned before sucking on one of your nipples. You pulled the zipper down and took his already hard cock out to start pumping it. He cursed and took his shirt off and for a moment you forgot everything just looking at his abs. It had been so long since the last time you had seen him like this. Not only he was incredibly attractive, he was also a great boyfriend who always tried to make you happy. Who would be stupid enough to break up with such a man? You, apparently. Your mind stopped wandering when a particular twist of your wrist made him arch his back and roll his eyes in pleasure while moaning shamelessly.

“Fuck babe, yeah” he said before kissing you passionately. You increased the pace of your hand and he pulled away gasping and trembling. “S-stop, Y/N. Give m-me a minute” he said holding your wrist. However you didn’t listen and caressed the head with your thumb. He cursed and took your panties off sloppily. “You love teasing me, don’t you?” he breathed out positioning himself between your legs. “You better be ready, baby girl.” He said before sliding in in one go. Both of you moaned and stayed in the same position for a few seconds before he pulled out of you mid-shaft and slammed back in.

“O-oh my g-god” you gasped. “I’m not gonna last”

“Me n-neither” he moaned speeding up “But don’t worry, babe. We have the entire d-day” he said kissing you sloppily. “We-fuck. We can do this all day” he gave you a hard thrust that made you scream out in pleasure.

“S-seungcheol! Bab-ooh mmh-OH FUCK” you moaned in bliss tightening around him.

“Shit Y/N… Y/N, mark me” he whispered.

“W-what?!” You said opening your eyes incredulously.

“Bite me, suck me, scratch my back, just do something” he begged.

“Babe, the-the company-“

“I don’t care, Y/N. Please. I-oh fuck. I want everyone to k-know you’re mine and I’m y-yours” he managed through heavy breathing. You kissed his lips before sucking and biting his neck.

“Fuck….fuck yeah. Y/N, babe. So good… Nnh” he moaned, his hips gone wild.

You arched your back, shaking as you felt your orgasm building up and came while your nails left red marks on his back.

“I love you, I love you, I love you- uuhhh” he chanted over and over before he felt his release too and bit your shoulder, coming with a grunt.

“…I love you too” you said kissing his cheek after you two had calmed down.

“Don’t break up with me then” he said tiredly and you could feel the pain in his voice.

“I won’t. But we need to figure this out”

“…I know” he replied.

You caressed his cheek and were about to reply when you heard the bell ring.

“Fuck. The pizza.” You said pushing him away and running to your room to get some clothes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go. I still have my pants on” S.coups said.

“WHAT. No, don’t you dare! They could recognize you-“ you warned from your room but it was too late. You heard the door opening and your boyfriend casually talking to the pizza guy as if he wasn’t an idol, shirtless and all marked up in some random apartment. When the door closed you left your room and faced Seungcheol, who looked way too relaxed for what had just happened.

“Babe, do you understand what you just did?” you asked him softly.

“Yeah” he said opening the pizza box.

“What’s going to happen now? I’m sure the pizza guy could tell who you were”

I don’t know. We’ll figure it out. The only thing I know is that you’re not going on a blind date.” He shrugged.

You smiled and kissed him tenderly.

anonymous asked:

y'know, I never thought I could hate a character more than I hate Umbridge but then Wanda happened. I just... can't. fucking. stand. her. And then it's Clint... and even Natasha who betrayed Tony and I just need a life and friends and hobbies bc I spend all of my time obsessing over Tony and wanting him to be cared and loved and ok and I just... I HATE THEM!!!

Listen… before I get on to the Wonderfully Infuriating Subject of Wanda Maximoff, I’d like to say that I have 99 problems with Civil War, and the characterisations of my Good Boys Clint and Steve make up a good 95 of them. Just be warned, this rant is long and whiny as fuck.

I honestly really disliked Clint in Civil War, which sucks because he’s my Dumpster Son and he deserved better than just being reduced to The Guy With The Arrows, you know? What were his motives??? He was retired, he was spending time with his family, and then he just upped and left because ..what…Cap batted his eyelashes? Like… he had nothing to do with the accords. Nothing. He probably didn’t even read them; I mean Vision asked him to consider what he was doing and he did this Really Cool Eye Flicker™ before just saying ‘yeah lol okai considered bro’ and I mean?? You have children??? 

And then of course, the scene on the Raft. It’s kind of amusing in an infuriating sort of way, because I mean this is basically Clint summed up in a short piece:

Clint: *Breaks Law* For justice :))

Clint: *Is put in jail for breaking law*

Clint: :0 :0 This is UNJUST!!!!

And I mean, he appears to blame 100% of everything that happened on Tony, which I guess one could do when they’re angry and imprisoned and their other friend is standing on the other side of the bars. I can kind of get that from an objective point of view..? But? No? He’s an adult and he broke the law? That is… that’s what happens? 

Of course, when he makes that remark to Tony about Rhodey, all hope I had for his Civil War character immediately burst into an inferno and propelled itself out of the top story window. That was unnecessary and hurtful and untrue, and it made me want to slap the shit out of him.


Now. For Wanda.

If you like her character, then that is completely okay, but I don’t advise reading this.


Because I despise her. 

It’s not really her character, more as the way she was written. She had so much potential, to do so much good. But her origins are F U C K E D up, her attitude is childish (despite the fact that she is an adult guys!!) and her general character is quite frankly that of a whiny bitch.

We first see her in AoU, when she is working for HYDRA, after voluntarily (Voluntarily!! working for a terror organisation you guys!!!) Signing up for experimentation that had killed everyone else before her.
I mean, that alone tells you something about her character and her thought process.

Next, we discover that a missile with Tony’s last name on it tragically killed her parents. This is sad. This is horrible and no child should ever have to go through that.

But then she decides that Tony Stark Personally Aimed, Launched and Fired it, and decides to go on a ten-year murder plot in order to kill him for it, and that’s where the sympathy stops. Right there.

I know this is a common example, but Imma say it again because it’s important. If my parents were shot and killed by a gun that had the word ‘Beretta’ on it, I ain’t gonna go after the fuckin gun company. Why would anyone??? It makes literally no sense at all and just paints her as a villain who’s also lowkey stupid???

She had years to think these actions through, and yet still she did them. It literally does not matter about whether she helped for like the last hour of the Avengers film because the literal entire fucking world was going to be destroyed, and she didn’t want catastrophe on that scale.

You know,,, she just wanted to murder Tony. And obviously, the Avengers are his buddies, so lets try and kill them too for no reason at all!!!

She… I mean… God, she subjected Bruce to his worst nightmare and had him tear through a populated city,,, for the sake of destruction?? She literally just wanted to cause pain??? And you can’t tell me no-one died because of that because… it’s a fucking hulk? She purposely twisted all the team’s minds, and let Tony take the sceptre because she knew he could hurt people with it because of what she’d planted in his head? It’s… it’s disgusting?

You tell me ‘she’s changed’ and ‘she’s just like Tony, she used to be bad but now she’s good’ or whatever the fuck, but let me tell you this: Tony never, ever wreaked destruction for the sake of destruction. He never went out with the sole intention of killing specific innocents. He built weapons to p r o t e c t, which is why as soon as he sees they’re no longer doing that, he shuts that shit down. 

Wanda never seems to learn that lesson. Even when, For God Knows what fucked up reason, they appear to make her some sort of avenger for helping them stop the world ending (that, you know, she helped cause), she still doesn’t understand that her job is now to protect people? Her motives are still… idk selfish I guess?

“i can’t control their fear. Only my own.”

Well bitch u know what. Maybe if u stopped running off and trying to tell everyone that you, an incredibly powerful individual with a past involving terror organisations, are ‘above the law and don’t need the accords’, they’d… u know… stop being scared of u…


Don’t even get me started on what she said to Tony. I’m done with this shit. But yes anon I’m sorry this was so long but essentially, I very much agree. Good day sir.

varevare  asked:

Klance 16 for the prompt!

I tried so hard to keep this short, but Klance and otp, so….here, have a 2.2k fic lol!

Hard R/Light NC-17 sexual content ahead, folks!
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Keith pushed Lance, making him stumble back in the minimal space between them. He immediately followed, crowding Lance’s personal space.

You got us into this mess!” Keith accused, his finger pointing aggressively in Lance’s face.

They were trapped in tight quarters in the middle of a Galra base, practically standing on top of each other. They’d been sent in on a reconnaissance mission, but just as they were about to locate the room Pidge had loaded into their maps they had taken a wrong turn and ran into a patrol unit. Keith had acted before Lance could do anything, and had grabbed his wrist and dragged him on a wild chase with him occasionally getting a shot off over his shoulder to cover them.

There was barely even enough room for them both to stand up straight in the tiny, dimly lit compartment. If Lance took a deep breath, the chest plate of his Paladin armor brushed against Keith’s. He had to stand with his back propped against the wall and his legs spread slightly so Keith could stand between them—there wasn’t enough room for both of them to stand normally if they wanted to fit inside the room. Any move they made, even the tiniest one, was easily noticeable. Lance might die before they made it out.

“No, that would actually be you. I’m the one that snuck us into the base. You’re the one that pulled us into this compartment,” Lance corrected irritably, batting his hand away. He wasn’t in the mood to have this conversation with Keith. He kept getting distracted by what little distance there was between their bodies. He blamed everything on the rising heat in the room. “If you hadn’t just dove into the action, they wouldn’t have even noticed us here. I had a perfect plan, man, what gives?”

They both paused their bickering to listen as a patrol sentry marched by their hiding place. When he thought it sounded like the sentry was gone, Lance opened his mouth to make another point in his favor, but Keith’s hand shot up to cover his mouth. Lance inhaled sharply, and Keith shuffled closer to whisper to him.

“Shh. They might circle back,” Keith said in a quiet murmur. He tilted his head, listening intently. He was so close that Lance could practically count his eyelashes.

Lance felt his face heating up with Keith’s warm palm pressed against his lips. His entire body felt like it was attuned to Keith’s every move in that moment, like he was a sunflower and Keith was the sun he was seeking.

An immature part of him wanted to dart his tongue out and lick his hand, just to get a rise out of him, but he reeled the urge back in and focused on the situation they were stuck in so he could figure out how to get them out of it.

Lance fought the urge to fidget. And the urge to hold Keith’s hand harder over his mouth, among other things. Not now, inappropriate thoughts, Lance reasoned in his head desperately. It didn’t help that Keith was unknowingly ticking at least three of his top fantasies at the moment. He could feel keen interest stirring in his groin. He suppressed a shiver and turned his attention to listening for the Galra guard with Keith.

When the coast seemed clear, Keith nodded and pulled his hand back from Lance’s mouth. Lance ignored the slight niggle of disappointment at the loss.

“We have to get out of here,” Keith said in a urgent undertone. In the dim lighting, Lance could just make out the way Keith’s eyes were darting all over the small room, presumably looking for a way to escape.

“No, wait, I think if we just wait this out the others will come to extract us,” Lance reasoned. “Pidge knew the timeline we were supposed to be on, and that we should’ve been out by now. She’ll take our not sticking to the plan as a distress signal and figure something out.”

“So—what, you just want to wait here in this little room?” Keith clarified, sounding slightly incredulous.

“Uh, yeah? Do you have a better idea?” Lance asked. “Oh wait, let me guess. Bust our way out with force and eject ourselves into open space and hope the homing beacon Red has on your ass kicks in so she can save us?”

“I…” Keith trailed off, narrowing his eyes and jutting his chin out stubbornly. Lance hated that he found it kind of an attractive look on Keith.

Lance rolled his eyes. “Thought so. How about this: what would Shiro do in this situation?”

“Oh,” Keith breathed, sounding a bit like Lance had punched him. He frowned sympathetically; they didn’t bring Shiro up often outside of the team’s direct search efforts.

“Sorry,” he added as an afterthought, patting Keith’s shoulder. “I didn’t mean it that way, buddy. But he would be able to figure this out, since he’s spent so much time in Galra territory, you know?”

“Right,” Keith said tightly, his hands flexing into fists at his sides.

Lance had to distract him from himself somehow. He wracked his brain for something and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“I bet I shot out more sentries than you took down while we were on that chase before you shoved me in this tiny closet.”

Keith’s head shot up and after a beat he raised an eyebrow at him. “Really, Lance?”

“Yup,” Lance answered, popping the ‘p’ quietly. He puffed his chest out confidently and ignored the way it made their armor brush together.

Keith stared at him in silence, his lips pursed tightly. Keith was either going to lose it and blow their cover in the compartment, or he was going to just stab him. Lance wasn’t sure if he was ready for either of those things to happen. Not with the way every minute shift Keith made unconsciously, the snug lycra under suit of his armor felt tighter in the groin thanks to the proximity and teasing friction. He wanted to drop his head back against the wall and let out a satisfyingly loud groan, wanted to pull Keith against him completely so that he could feel every inch of him.

Keith was studying him with an inscrutable expression that made Lance want to squirm. “What?”

“I never noticed,” he said, sounding intrigued and surprised.

“Never noticed what?” Lance asked.

“A lot, apparently,” Keith said, as if that explained everything.

Before Lance knew what was happening, Keith darted forward and pressed their lips together. Lance jumped, but managed to keep his shocked squawk from giving away their position. Keith was kissing him a little too roughly—Lance wondered who he’d been kissing like that, or if he had ever even kissed anyone at all—and pressed him against the wall. After a minute, Lance gripped Keith’s shoulders and gently, but firmly, pushed Keith off of him.

What are you doing?” Lance hissed.

Keith blinked and hesitated. He looked vulnerable for the span of a heartbeat before his expression hardened again. “Well, if we’re going to follow your plan and wait out the rest of the team, then I guess I was killing time. It was better than listening to you—plus, you have a pretty obvious boner, so I thought you might be into it.”

“You—you—wha— Lance sputtered, making sure to keep his disbelieving voice hushed. He glanced down at his traitorous dick and then back at Keith. “Fine. Fine. But if we’re going to just sit here and kiss, we’re going to do it right. Where the fuck did you learn to kiss?”

Keith looked sheepish and embarrassed for a minute, his cheeks flushing in the minuscule light.

“I didn’t,” he admitted.

Lance pulled up short. “You’ve never kissed anyone before?”

Keith shook his head, trying to cross his arms across his chest to close himself off, but failing with the restrictive confines of the room. He ended up jabbing Lance in the stomach with his elbow.

Oof,” Lance coughed. “Watch it. Okay, then that was really weird of you to kiss me just because my dick is hard, dude. Jesus, it’s just the friction…you keep moving around when you don’t realize and you’re rubbing up on me. Proximity boner, you know?”

Keith looked mortified now and Lance’s heart lurched. Fuck, now he wanted to hug the surly idiot and run his fingers through his long hair. Why was this his life? Why did he have to be crushing on his teammate? Lance grumbled under his breath and put a tentative hand on Keith’s shoulder.

“I didn’t mean—It’s not like you’re unattractive, I just—oh my god,” Lance sighed, breaking off of his fumbling explanation. He rubbed his free hand over his face. “I like you,” he mumbled through his splayed fingers.

“You do?” Keith asked.

Lance nodded. “Why did you kiss me?”

“I like you, too,” Keith said easily.

Lance whipped his hand away from his face and gaped at Keith. “What the fuck?”

“What’s wrong? You like me, I like you…can we kiss now?” Keith was blinking at him.

Lance struggled to find words. He finally settled on the only thing he could think of. “Keith. You sweet summer child. This is a fucking ridiculous plan.”

Lance cupped Keith’s face with both of his hands and leaned in to kiss him, softer and slower this time. Keith made a faint sound in the back of his throat and pressed his whole body against Lance’s so they were completely connected. Keith was a quick learner, it seemed. He was already sliding their lips together, sucking on Lance’s bottom lip and grazing his teeth over it in the exact way that made Lance’s knees go a little weak. He leaned back against the wall for support and drew Keith closer between the bracket of his legs, biting back a satisfied moan when Keith brushed their groins together.

Keith broke their kiss for a moment, glancing down and watching while he ground his hips into Lance’s instinctually. Fuck, that was hot, Lance decided. His dick gave a throb in agreement as he rocked back against Keith’s growing erection.

“Shit,” Lance muttered under his breath.

He tucked his fingers under Keith’s chin and pulled him into another kiss, licking into his mouth. His breath hitched at the first touch of Keith’s tongue against his own.  He guided Keith into tilting his head for a better angle and kissed him deeper, their tongues sliding together slickly. Keith’s hands started to roam, exploring Lance’s waist and squeezing his hips to tug their bodies impossibly close together. Lance made another strangled sound and Keith hushed him.

The hard ridge of Keith’s cock tenting the skin-tight material of the under suit was possibly the hottest, most erotic thing Lance had ever felt. God, feeling Keith rut against him eagerly made him want to tear off their armor and suck his dick right here in this tiny ass closet, surrounded by their enemies.

Keith’s hands were gripping Lance’s shoulders, his grip flexing with each roll of his hips as he ground their cocks together. Lance was mouthing down the side of his neck, nipping at the underside of his jaw. He was actually getting close; the combination of arousal and the high stakes of their predicament had Lance teetering on the edge of coming.

They were making out again, kissing as if their lives depended on it, when their comms crackled to life in unison. They leapt apart, both of them smacking into opposite walls with a muted thunk as Pidge’s voice filled the small compartment.

“Guys? Guys! Come in! Keith? Lance?”

Lance covered his face with both of his hands for a minute, trying to re-route some of the blood that had rushed southward to go back to his brain so he could answer.

“Yes, Pidge, we’re here,” Keith said, only sounding slightly breathless.

Lance looked at him in surprise, raising an eyebrow. Keith shrugged, his eyes darting to stare at Lance’s mouth for a second before Pidge was interrupting them again. “You didn’t check in at the rendezvous point.”

“Yeah, we got into a sticky situation,” Lance explained, biting back the hysterical laughter that threatened to bubble out of him at his phrasing. “We’re hiding out in some kind of crawl space or something in the middle of the base.”

“Okay, hold on, I’m pulling up the base’s coordinates so I can lock onto the signal and hack into the live feed of the schematics,” Pidge said. “We’ll come extract you, but you might need to cause a diversion so they don’t pick us up on their scanners.”

Both of their gazes met and Lance knew immediately that they were thinking the same thing. The corner of his mouth quirked up in amusement. They did make a good team, after all. Keith reached out and hooked his pinkie finger around Lance’s, shooting him a shy smile that made Lance’s stomach do acrobatics.

“Okay, I’m in,” Pidge said. “The best access point is going to be the north bay at the cave entrance. Get to that point and Allura, Hunk, and I will be able to get you out.”

Keith and Lance looked at each other once, calling up their bayards.

“Ready?” Keith asked with a smirk. Lance grinned back at him and nodded.

“Oh yeah, partner. Let’s get ‘em.”

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You say no space between us, and my mind says forced proximity! Thanks for all of the awesome Voltron prompts, sugar!

Thermal Equilibrium

Happy Valentine’s day take this silly ficlet.

Also from my spirit AU because Jack and Gabe are just??? I love them

It all began only two weeks into SEP.

Gabriel was still trying to figure his roommate out. The blond farm boy looked more like he should be in an IT school than the military. It was a good thing he never said that, or he’d be eating his own words on the first day of training. The guy could use some more work on his upper body but he outran everyone without breaking a sweat.

How was he that fast?

He didn’t bother Gabriel much. A bit chatty and certainly nosy but he respected Gabriel’s space. At first that was fine, as Gabriel wanted to stick to himself.

Jack Morrison, however, had piqued Gabriel’s curiosity.

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anonymous asked:

please talk about the importance of girl friendships

you know its funny bc literally the other day i was just thinking about how as a teen i always thought men would hold a more prevalent place in my life as a post-college-twenty-something. like in my head i thought id graduate college with a steady BF and move in w/ him and my ‘girl friendships’ would be more distant supporting characters, sort of like the pals in movies who we only see when the main character needs love advice

but girl friendships are p much the only prevalent thing in my life let me tell yoU i would not have survived any chunk of adult life without them! girls are amazing!

its hard to pinpoint why theyre important without giving examples so ill just

  • when girls let you borrow their makeup or their deodorant or their dry shampoo in a crisis
  • when u get your period and inevitably a girl has a tampon or a pad she’s totally willing to give you
  • when u have a good day or you did something good and the entire squad wants to celebrate (even if it’s something small!!!! they hype u up!!!)
  • tbh there is no better emotion than the feel of driving in the car with your best friends and singing along on the radio. like scientists will say otherwise but i know the truth!!!! i know it!!!
  • tbh my friendships with other girls have not only made me comforted but they’ve also made me uncomfortable in the sense that they’ve diversified my view of the world! they force me to grow! that shits important!
  • like having queer gal pals who openly talked about their sexuality/gender helped so very much with realizing my own identity & coming to terms with it
  • having poc gal pals talk about shit they’ve had to deal with or their pov on certain subjects has made me such a more mindful person with the shit i say and the way i try to speak to strangers 
  • also having female friendships has actively made me want to take care of myself more. when i see how strong or healthy my friends are bc they take care of themselves or go to therapy or take their meds, that shits inspiring. it makes me want to be a better version of myself, and treat myself better. 
  • listen to me LISTEN there is Nothing More Pure than when you have a wine night or sleepover with your friends that then turn into a ‘bad/shitty/funny sex stories tell-all’. even if you can’t participate. girls talking positively about sex and not feeling ashamed about their experiences and laughing about the weird shit that has happened in the bedroom is honest to god a magical time. 
  • when ur feeling bad abt yourself or put yourself down and ur entire squad tells you to shut the hell up ur beautiful and talented and how dare u talk to my best friend like that. that’s a good feelin. 
  • if youve never sat in a room full of girls and watched a shitty tv show like the Bachelor or a cheesy romcom, please do so. it’s a delight. 
  • girls are so free with compliments and helpful advice like tbh i get like one compliment from my friends abt my outfit or my makeup and i never need a nice word from a man ever again
  • girls protect each other so much and actively try and be there for each other so much. that one Onion headline about ‘Local Group Of Women Spends Entire Evening Validating The Shit Out of Eachother’? That’s what it’s like to have female friendships 24/7 
  • tfw someone comes into the group chat like “you’ll never guess what just happened” and everyone screams BITCH SPILL THE TEA. honestly magic. 
  • having Older Girl Friendships–girls who can give you legitimate advice and wisdom bc they’ve Been There or treat you like a big sister would. 
  • when u learn to speak each of your friends’ silent languages. i know when my one friend has had a bad day that she wants two things: boba and chipotle. my other friend? head scratch and a back massage. another friend i will let come over to my house and sleep in my bed until she feels better. you learn to love each other in smaller, subtle ways that speak miles. and tbh i think that’s one of the best goddamn things in the universe. 
  • girls are also (thank god) so shameless about taking selfies and candid photos. they document that shit. pictures of your random trips and adventures. even if you look terrible and sunburned or are making silly faces. good and pure. 
  • this is such a long post and i could easily write 65 more bullet points
  • ;tldr: GIRLS! ARE! AMAZING! AND FEMALE FRIENDSHIPS SHAPED ME!

Okay so I literally just started writing this Jarchie thing (I put it under the cut) and want to know what everyone thinks/if I should continue it/put it up on AO3 etc etc. Especially since I wasn’t aiming to have a WIP for Jarchie but here I am, writing a thing. 

I’m basing it more off the new comic versions, but I’m also keeping in mind the TV show, so I won’t have Grundy and I’ll probably keep Jug in the beanie as opposed to the cap. Idk yet, I haven’t made any description of it yet. 
It’s got ace Jug, possibly aro, since yeah I am basing it more off the comics but im not sure yet and I just want to say that because hell it may end up having qpr jarchie but then it might not idk idk this is just the first chapter. 

Basically, I wanted to write one of those disgustingly cliche high school AUs, except obviously they’re canonically in high school. So AU instead where Jughead and Archie were never friends.
Jughead’s that emo loner & Archie’s that popular jock dating that popular girl (Ronnie) and every girl wants Archie. EXCEPT Archie’s kinda pining after Jug, but has never done or said anything because he doesn’t think Jug would care or want to even be his friend or anything (’then why’s he dating Ronnie?’ you may ask, it’s in the chapter’s my fellas). 

So it’s kinda like, you know the story line… that guy that’s perfect and every girl wants but he ends up falling for that one girl who’s average and underwhelming and people are like HOLY SHIITTT HOWWW because they’re destroying the social ladder or some shit. And writing those really cliche scenes, except all of a sudden, I’ve realised, they might not be that cliche because this is Jug we’re talking about like… how will this fold out? As cliche as I was planning to write? Or maybe not so much??? idk…

Currently about 3k words under the cut! (not edited since I JUST wrote it)

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So….it was my friend’s 21st birthday party last night…

- I got there and Raychel was immediately like “Molly are you planning on drinking?” and I was like “Yes duh” and she, deep-voiced, goes “Good. You deserve it. You deserve the world and I deserve to see you get it”

- I forgot that I hate chocolate vodka and got a spiked milkshake at the restaurant

- People were just. screaming about anime. Everyone else in the place must have hated us

- “the asshole is my enemy and needs to be punished.”

- “So…my girlfriend like, bought chloroform?” “Have fun with that.”

- I literally forgot to get her a present whoops

- birthday girl, on her third drink: “Listen I know we’re going  back to my house to drink after this but don’t worry!!! I’m not gonna get that drunk tonight, it won’t be bad”

- l m a o

- we get to her house, immediately start doing shots. I hadn’t touched anything yet bc there was a bottle of electric blue shit and I knew damn well that was going into my body but I was told to wait until people got back with sodas for mixers

- but this guy Patrick who I went all thru grade school with goes “Molly, you’re a real man”, hands me a bottle of whiskey and was like “I feel like my entire childhood was leading up to drinking whiskey with you” and honestly I couldn’t argue??? I felt that way too

- a wholesome experience I’m sure all of our old teachers would be so proud to see us finally bonding and getting along lmao

- Jacqui wanted some whiskey and we’re like “you had two margarita’s at the restaurant maybe not” but she didn’t listen and after she took a shot I had to hide the bottle from her to stop her from having any more lol

- Jacqui, drunk “Mollllly you’re my wiiiiife!”

- Raychel (bd girl) also drunk, across the room “But she’s my alpha husband what the fuck!!!!”

- I was not fucking looking when Raychel’s drink was mixed but it was like. Emerald fucking green. I know it had the sour apple shit vodka in it but idk what else. And then they added food dye and cake glitter so it turned into a galaxy drink holy shit

- Jacqui mixed the blue stuff with sprite and I took a sip and it tasted amazing??? So then I poured my own and I don’t know if I used too much alcohol or too much soda but it tasted like draino I literally had a brief Heather Chandler moment

- Kept drinking it but that’s besides the point

- Now, we need to talk about my alcohol tolerance. It’s high. It’s strong.

- So almost everyone else was drunk out of their asses and I’m sitting there like???? What the fuck???? I want to be intoxicated???? This is hell???? Like at this point I had to have had??? A total six or so shots of vodka and the whiskey and I was FINE and mad about that lmao

- That’s my thing it takes me forever to get drunk and then I get really drunk and blessedly never have hangovers so I can’t really complain I guess?

- But when this happens the logical next step is to drink more lmao Raychel started insisting I share her ridiculous drink with her

- That thing….tasted like everything Jesus died to save us from.

- Also I think I ended up drinking more of it than she did lmao

- Pocket full of sunshine started playing and half the room got turnt while the other half watched in confusion

- I kept trying to take selfies with Raychel and in ever one??? She looks inhumanely gorgeous???? And I look like a goblin???? What the fuck

- At this point I was finally getting drunk so Raychel gave me her phone going “you have my favorite face in the world take so many selfies for me!!!” and….bitch I did. I had that phone for about three hours, barely put it down, loved every single one of my angles for the first time in my life, and I honestly do not know how many selfies of me she’s going to find later lmao

- “I once made an art piece out of my pubic hair but like I lost it in someone’s apartment”

- Garrett, who’s apparently never drank before, whisper-yelling in horror “I took a lot of shots….On purpose!!!! ….I’m sorry,”

- He got very wasted very fast and then went upstairs to sleep lmao

- Raychel started crying telling me I was pretty and I was like “Thanks but you do this when you’re sober so I don’t believe you??” and then her friend who barely talks to me comes over and is like “Honey listen I’m the least drunk person her and you’re gorgeous” and it eventually spiraled into “Molly, CHRISTINA AGUILERA thinks she’s ugly. Lady GaGa- BRITTNEY SPEARS CLEARLY HAS SELF ESTEEM ISSUES EVEN THO SHES A FUCKING SEX ICON. So you’re- OH my God!!! Adam Lambert probably thinks he’s the ugliest fucker in the world!!!!! So you’re beautiful!!!!” and like honestly? Feeling good rn

- To counter this I spent like half the night telling Patrick’s shy and quiet girlfriend Maura that she was the prettiest person I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t leave this poor girl alone she was adorable omfg

- Raychel, the one who ‘wasn’t going to get that drunk’: *spinning wildly, holding 13 conversations at once, constantly yelling about the pubic bone and the vulva, crying about plastic babies in a glitter tube*

- UPDATE AS IM TYPING THIS: Raychel has announced that she found a total of 438 pictures and videos on her phone OH MY GOD @PAST ME

- And that’s only on her phone I got a lot on my phone too and other people had cameras out lord knows how many were taken

- So when I’m drunk I feel a little lightheaded but ultimately fine until I like move a limb and it’s like ‘holy shit my head isn’t connect to my body’ like. so fucking dizzy. At one point I stood and was like ‘who wants to bet I can’t walk to the bathroom’ and someone decided to walk me there lmao

- Someone made glitter bombs out of eggs and we threw them in the street while angrily screaming things like “I LOVE MY FAMILY!” and “WHY DOES EVERY ACTUALLY NICE GUY I MEET HAVE A SMALL DICK!”

- Raychel gave me a tiny ball of clay and I really treasured it but then it broke apart I was so sad

- “Burt Macklin is a fucking bitch!” “Don’t talk to the kitten that way he’s the prettiest cat I’ve ever seen!”

- Jacqui got a slice of cake and then remembered she cannot eat when she’s drunk so I ended up eating. just a lot of cake

- My Little Pony songs were playing on the tv???? I’m still not sure how that got started

- Screaming about Alaska Thunderfuck

- I bet Patrick he’d be the first to puke but he left and I think I threw up in the bathroom???? I’m not 100% positive I did but the fact that I have doubt means he wins unfortunately

- There was one guy there I don’t think I actually got his name but he gave me a great hug when he was leaving. You know when like a bird lands on you and you feel like you’re special and have been chosen???? That’s what the hug felt like lmao

- Someone pulled buffalo chicken dip out of thin air which is my weakness and she told me to have some but like. I put one dipped chip in my mouth and knew it was a mistake. I felt it in my stomach. I hadn’t even fucking swallowed yet it was literally just in my mouth and my body was like ‘bitch can you take a break and let me live!’ omfg

- Since Raychel finally dumped her boyfriend I had no qualms about telling her I didn’t like him and she asked why and I was like “he tried to mansplain Greek mythology to me and he wasn’t even right!!!” and for some reason that made at least five people loose it.

- At the stroke of midnight, Raychel, pointing to the crucifix in the living room. “JESUS….HE’S HERE. HE’S ALIVE.”

- At some point I apparently started drunk texting a few of my friend’s that weren’t there w h o o p s

- Me, trying to explain myself to them this morning “You know, that Easter wine just really gets to me”

- I was stuck in the ‘coming down’ stage for like a million years. Like, still clearly drunk but Not As Bad

- And I was trying to get better before I texted my mother for a ride so like. I spent so long chugging water. I literally don’t think I’ve ever had that much water in my entire life. Raychel’s father and sister kept getting it for me as I continuously told them they were life savers. But it barely helped omfg

- Was definitely still a little wobbly when I woke up for water at like 6:30 but all good now and the hangover skipped over my soul @my genetic makeup bless you

- Fun night though!!! But now I’m off to an Easter family party so…we’ll see how that goes lol

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◇ Yixing doesn’t trust himself around you.

◇ Yixing x reader

◇ vampire!au

◇ aaaaaAaaaAAAA guys i think my writing has f a l l e n into a pit of d e s p a i r….. please read it anyway,,, i need to feed my famil.,y… (read: school is hell and I’m out of practice oop)

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“Feeding?” You echo curiously, leaning forward in your seat and listening to Suho’s mate with an expression of confusion. “What’s that?”

As a human, and a person who had previously been completely ignorant to the world of things that go bump in the night, it was safe to say that you were as informed as a newborn baby.

It had all happened so fast - one day, you’re living the most mediocre, ordinary life a person could live, and the next, you’re flung into what seemed like a entirely different dimension. You had been dating for a few months when the bomb was dropped, but it was like meeting a whole new person when Yixing’s secret was revealed to you. Despite this, the only thing you knew was that Yixing, the man- or, vampire, rather, who was your mate, was the only familiar thing in your life right now.

At first, you had been quite… wary of him. It wasn’t hard - despite the fact that you felt incredibly safe and protected around him, it was apparent that many others didn’t. And it was that fact that made you reluctant to trust him, at first.

When he walked into a room, people would whisper. When he walked through a crowd, people would part like the Red Sea. The mere mention of his name, or his brothers’ names, would send shivers up people’s spines. It was obvious that they were powerful, and nobody dared threaten their reputation.

“Well,” Suho’s mate chuckles, swirling her drink around i 0n her glass, “It’s kinda in the name, isn’t it? A vampire feeding, taking blood from a donor - willing or unwilling.”

“Between mates,” Xiumin’s mate begins, setting her own drink down to look at you fully, “It’s quite intimate - especially for the first time…”

“Has Yixing not..?” Sehun’s chirps in curiously, her voice trailing off, tilting her head to the side. The tone in her voice makes your cheeks flare up in embarrassment, and you unconsciously seek out Yixing’s figure in your flustered haze.

He sits at a table across the room, the music reverberating through the club seemingly not reaching him and the other solemn men in his circle. He looked so different when he was attending business - he never looked like that with you. His eyes were much more soft, his lips curled in a soft smile and his eyebrows were definitely never furrowed as much.

As if he senses your gaze - which he probably does - he looks up, and catches your eye almost instantly. He seems to ignore the men across from him who are explaining things to him and his brothers, and sends you a small, private smile that eases the uncomfortable anxiety constricting your chest. You have no doubt that he can hear everything you’re saying - and you guess that it’s the fact that he’s heard everything that makes his smile flicker, turning back to the matter at hand.

The truth is that Yixing absolutely refused to feed off of you. Full stop, absolutely no, never going to happen. You weren’t fully informed on what feeding was, but you were aware that vampires needed blood to survive. Yixing always seemed to shake you off when his lips got a little too close to your neck, and even with his fangs pressing into his bottom lip and his eyes swirling with murky blackness, he refused to touch you. He always returned to her, his blood donor that he still used even though you had been together for months.

Your eyebrows furrow in a blizzard of confusion and worry, but you turn back to the ladies who are watching you curiously. A nervous, embarrassed chuckle falls passed your lips - “Not yet, no.”

With slight hesitance, you lower your voice, leaning in to the girls, your lip held nervously between your bottom and top lip. At the sight of your dishevelled appearance, tension builds in their bodies as they await your question. “Why - why’s it so important?”

It’s as if everyone breaths a sigh of relief - Kai’s mate scolds you lightly for making her think it was something more worrying, and Suho’s mate shakes her head as she downs the rest of her drink.

It’s Xiumin’s mate that shrugs, lowering her voice too as she explains, “Think of it this way - there’s one person in the entire universe made for him, and that’s you. Now, blood is already the only thing that can satisfy him, but soon after the mate bond is… activated, you could say, random blood won’t be able to do anything for him. Only your blood will be able to satisfy him.”

“But don’t worry, sweetie,” Suho’s mate smiles encouragingly, “It doesn’t hurt - quite the opposite, really-”

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” you sigh, setting your head on your hands. You take a quick glance behind you, just to make sure that Yixing wasn’t listening in on what you were about to say, before you turn back to the women. Discouragement is settling in your bones, and you give a defeated sigh as you murmur, “It’s been more than a few months since the mate bond has activated. Is there something wrong with me? Why - why doesn’t he want to feed on me?”

The girls exchange glances, before Chanyeol’s mate speaks up for the first time in the conversation, a supportive smile on her face, “I’m sure it’s just a matter of time, honey.”

And they must see how upset you’re becoming, because they change the subject almost immediately, though your mind is still focused on Yixing.

•••

The question lingers on your mind for the rest of the night, and by the time Yixing is finished with business and approaching you, you’re tired and drained. The night was supposed to let you relax, but it seemed to do the exact opposite, and Yixing definitely notices.

“Everything alright, my love?” He questions sweetly, winding an arm around your waist from behind you as you pick up your bag. The rest of them pack up as well, preparing to head home as usual. His lips press to the top of your head, and despite the circumstances, you smile, albeit weakly.

“Fine,” you murmur back, needlessly fumbling through your bag in an attempt to distract yourself - his hand clasps around your wrist gently, and you curse yourself because you know that when you lied, your heart skipped a beat. And now he definitely knew something was up.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, tugging you gently so that you turned to face him. You’re struck with the realisation that this was a complete and utter contrast to the man - vampire - that had been sitting across the room from you just a few hours earlier. His eyes soften at the glassy look in your eyes, and he’s quick to hold your face between his hands. “Come on, tell me what’s wrong.”

You shake your head, pulling away from his grasp and shouldering your bag. You turn on your heel, following the rest of Yixing’s brothers and their mates down the stairs of the club and into the grinding, lively crowd of dancing Beings. As usual, they seem to almost part in the presence of EXO, making the whole process a lot easier than it would’ve been if you were alone.

It’s only once you’ve exited the building and are hit with the chilly night air that he stops you completely, grasping your forearm and preventing you from following the others. You turn to look at him, chest heaving as you take in his appearance - his white dress shirt has been unbuttoned just a bit due to the stiffling atmosphere in the club, his hair brushed away from his forehead and his eyebrows knitted together.

“Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” He asks in frustration, lowering his voice with a small glance to his family, who’ve began to prepare to take off to home. “I just want to help you-”

“Why won’t you feed on me?” You interrupt him, yanking your arm out of his hold. He freezes at your accusation, eyes flickering behind you. Yixing inhales, and he nods to his brothers - Go on without us. You can only guess that they took his advice, because seconds later Yixing begins speaking to you again.

“_____, baby,” he begins softly, reaching for your hand and intertwining your fingers together, “This really isn’t a topic for now…”

“Why not?” You ask, eyes wide with irritation. You grit your teeth as you feel the familiar burning of tears of annoyance behind your eyes, and you pout your lips in an effort to stop them from surfacing. “Why - why won’t you? You only drink blood from Jisoo - Xiumin’s mate said that it should be done by now, so why won’t you just… just…”

“Don’t - don’t cry,” Yixing winces, and he lunges forward quickly as the first tears begin to fall, wiping them off of your face with his thumbs. It seems stupid to be crying over such a small matter, but the stress and confusion that had piled up from the past few months finally tumbles off of your shoulders. “Princess, come on - calm down, please…”

“Does my blood not attract you? Is there something wrong?” Your bottom lip trembles and your hands are shaky as you rub them over your eyes, sniffling and taking deep breaths to calm yourself. “I’m new to this, okay? I just want to understand…”

“It’s nothing like that, princess,” Yixing starts desperately, hesitantly stepping forward. Seeing that you weren’t shying away from him, he slowly but surely wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer into his warm embrace. “Trust me, your blood is the most alluring blood I’ve ever come across.”

“I’m strong, alright?” He explains, resting his chin on your head. Almost unconsciously, he begins to sway you back and forth, calming you without even realising it. “An understatement, actually. I’m reckless, and strong, and I can hurt you a lot if I lose control. Do you understand? I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t hurt you.”

“But soon,” you mumble, pulling away from him to look up at him, meeting his eyes. “Soon, you’ll be forced to. Don’t you think it’s better to try now and learn to control yourself rather than feeding on me when you’re at your hungriest?”

“We’ll talk about this another time, _____,” he bites his lip, releasing his arms from around you. Instead, he takes your hand, intertwining your fingers as he begins to lead you through the dark alleyway. “We should get back.”

There’s something so final about his expression that you don’t even try to fight him.

•••

It’s a month or two after the incident at the club, and it was safe to say that Yixing was doing everything he could to ignore and avoid the topic of feeding, though you had noticed that he had changed. His skin was paler, his lips more gray, and he would get hot and cold much too easily.

You took it upon yourself to call Jisoo yourself - she revealed that Yixing had told her that he didn’t need her anymore, that he was feeding off of you, and that he was fine. That was obviously a lie - he wasn’t feeding off of you, but he couldn’t continue drinking Jisoo’s blood. It didn’t fill him up, and if he wasn’t careful he could very easily suck her dry.

You didn’t know how to approach the situation. Yixing was obviously fixed on making sure that he didn’t feed on you for as long as possible, and that wasn’t helping his health at all.

It turned out that you didn’t need to plan anything - it all happened one day while you were with him, reading a book in your bedroom, laying on his chest comfortably. You hadn’t meant for it to happen - but in a second, he had flashed to the opposite side of the room, his eyes dark and dangerous.

“_____,” Yixing’s breathing is laboured, shiny white fangs pressing into his bottom lip so hard it drew blood, his eyes completely black and focused of the miniscule drop of blood settled on your pointer finger. “_____, get out of here - quickly. I mean it.”

The book that had given you the paper cut is set softly down on the bed, and Yixing inhales sharply as he sees the blood soak into one of the faded, yellowing pages; he’s pressed himself against the farthest wall, almost shaking with the pure will power it took to not pull you towards him and sink his fangs into your neck.

You take a deep breath, your steps slow and deliberate as you walk gingerly across the room, the old wooden floor creaking only slightly as you approach him. The low, deep growl that echoes from his chest and fills the room makes you freeze, nerves broiling in your stomach, but after screwing your eyes shut and taking a deep breath, you take the final step towards him.

“Jisoo said that you stopped feeding,” you say shakily, standing directly in front of him. His nails are digging into the wall, his limbs shaking, and he’s doing everything to avoid looking at the red liquid on your finger being held in front of him. “You need to feed, or else you’ll get sick.”

“_____,” Yixing threatens one more time, his voice more animal than man, deep and dark and it almost, almost scares you, but this is still Yixing - it’s scary how you still feel safe around him when he’s on the brink of insanity. “I swear to God - you better get out of this room, right this minute-”

You don’t let him finish his sentence - quickly, and without a second thought, you press your finger to his lips. Everything goes silent for a second, and then the colour seems to seep back into his form. His skin regains it’s warm undertone, his lips redden again, and his breathing is steady - but it’s not enough.

In the blink of an eye, your positions have changed. Your back is pressed against the cold wall, but his arms are entangled around you, his lips pressed to your neck. And in the next second, your heart pounding unnaturally loud, you feel the tiniest prick in your skin that signifies that he has begun feeding.

The sensations that come from the simple action have your head reeling. The initial pain and shock of his teeth sinking into the delicate skin makes you wince, but it’s quickly overcome by the lightweight, almost pleasurable feeling of the blood being taken out of your body by him. You feel his tongue soothing over your skin, no drop of blood going to waste.

A whimper fills the room, and it takes you a few minutes to realise that it was yours - your fingers grasp at his midnight locks, your eyes fluttering shut as he hums pleasurably, nuzzling closer to your neck.

Soon, though, dizziness takes over, and you find yourself murmuring sleepily to him - “Y-Yixing — Yixing!” Almost as if a switch has been flicked, he pulls away from you. His mouth is completely covered with redness, his hair messy, breathing heavy and eyes wide. His pupils are dilated, and he licks over his fangs with a gulp, wiping the blood away against his shirt sleeve.

“Fuck,” Yixing gasps as you groan, your knees buckling beneath you. At the speed of light - literally - he’s caught you, supporting your body from collapsing onto the floor. He curses, beginning to set you on the bed, “Sweetheart, I told you to leave before I fed from you! I took way too much…”

“It’s okay,” you reassure him, your voice soft and tired. He’s fussing over you now, rooting through the bathroom in a panic to look for bandages, ointments, anything. He comes back empty handed, cursing quietly to himself and running his hands through his hair. The fact that the wound will heal in a matter of hours because of the healing properties in vampire saliva seems to fly right over his head, and he sits on the bed side, completely beside himself with worry.

“You needed to feed,” you scolded him, a small smile rising on your face as he grasps your hand, lifting it to his lips for a lingering kiss. “I knew you wouldn’t lose control, Yixing.”

“I could’ve hurt you,” he insists, his eyebrows furrowing, “Baby, I don’t think you realise that…”

“But you didn’t,” you roll your eyes one final time, but you smile anyway when he presses kiss after kiss to your forehead, murmuring words of apology into your skin, “Now can you come cuddle with me? If you feel that an apology is necessary, this is it.”

anonymous asked:

I know you mostly do jupeter, but you said you started listening to the bright sessions recently, so can you maybe do something cute and fluffy with Caleb and Adam?

For the record, you have @tane-p to thank for getting me started on the Bright Sessions. I pretty much shotgunned the entire series in about a week? Two weeks? But pretty fast. That in mind, I might have missed a few details or characterization, especially if it happened in their character instagram accounts and the like. So bear with me.

(Also, I legit had a moment of “What are they teaching high school seniors these days?” so I just borrowed some analysis I did from my senior year, because I can.)


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De-”person”-ization in Guardians of the Galaxy.

I deliberately didn’t use “dehumanize” because only one of the characters in question is even truly human (and even then only half-human :P). The only “lineup scene” I could find is a video of someone pointing a camera at their screen. The sound is terrible, you’ll have to turn up your volume to hear it. The captions are the typical Youtube crap too.

I want you to watch the scene and tell me if you notice what I’m pointing out before I even start to blather about it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4U92Ej6cXE

Did you see it?

Gamora and Quill are referred to as people with pronouns: “She / her / hers, he / him / his.”

Rocket and Groot are referred to objects without pronouns: “It / its / itself.”

They refer to Rocket by his experimental code, “Subject 89P13, it calls itself Rocket” and talk about how he is the result of illegal genetic and surgical modifications on “a lower life-form.”

When they get to Groot, he’s described as “they call it Groot” and say he’s “Subject 89P13′s houseplant / muscle.”

The characters who have the most “human” appearances are talked about like people, and the ones who don’t are treated like objects.

Do you see it now? Do you understand?


Marginalized people are treated like Rocket and Groot. Rocket is mentally ill. It’s obvious in the movie. He’s marginalized and treated as less because he’s an ‘unnatural’ person. 

Groot’s intelligence works a different way than usual– I turned that into an autistic headcanon. But there’s a running gag where he’s left out of the group when splitting money is discussed until he indignantly reminds everyone of his presence. He’s left out because he can’t talk the usual way.

It’s a feeling marginalized people are very familiar with.

Society ignores us, or it forgets us. Then it gets annoyed when we speak up and go “hey, what about us? What about what we want?” because I guess society expects us to be grateful for the little crumbs it throws us every so often.

Some of us are Groot– we try to be kind despite being looked down on because we want to believe everyone has good in them.

Others are angrier. They’re Rocket– we yell, shout and take no shit because we took enough and are tired of taking it. 

Some of us are both Rocket and Groot. Some of us have been torn apart and put back together over and over because of the nature of why we’re marginalized. 

Every time a slur is thrown at us, it’s like Rocket going under the knife again on Halfworld. Then people try to tell us we’re looking for offense like we want attention for being insulted. They throw “SJW” around like a joke instead of looking deeper into why something is hurtful.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bN-zTWuWh8A (TW: Drunk Rocket rant.)

Quill is quick to say, “Rocket, no one’s calling you a monster.”

Listen to the pain in Rocket’s voice, watch the tears well in his eyes and watch his lips quiver as he yells, “He called me vermin! She called me rodent!” 

You see how deeply those words affect him. They are insults to him, and they HURT him. 

“Vermin” and “rodent” are just words. Slurs are just words, too. Pick any out of the many you know. They’re just words to you.

But they hurt the people they were invented to hurt.

Look how deeply Rocket is hurt by the implication that he is nothing more than some animal who doesn’t matter. Slurs hurt the marginalized people affected by them because it reduces their entire life’s experience to an insult.

If someone tells you a word you’re using hurts them, you don’t get to decide it doesn’t. You apologize, do your best to stop using the hurtful word and ask what the right word is.

Some privileged people see marginalized people as problems to silence and ignore because we’re inconvenient. It’s easier to laugh at the stereotypes people come up with about us like we’re stupid little things. It’s easier to scoff and use slurs to insult us. 

Why? 

Because listening to us would mean admitting to being wrong, and some privileged people aren’t brave or humble enough to admit they’re wrong and do the work necessary to fix the broken systems of society. 

We didn’t ask to get made, but here we are.

FINAL HOLIDAY FIC!!!!

I HAVE COMPLETED MY FINAL HOLIDAY THEMED FIC!!! THEY ARE ALL DONE!!!! I CAN OFFICIALLY GO BACK TO MY OTHER IMPORTANT PROJECTS!!!! 

This was the other outline I had for my original secret santa prompt and even though I went with my other idea I just couldn’t let it go- so credit for this existing goes to @pozolegirl whose prompt this is also based on ^_~ 

Anyways enjoy this last little bit of holiday cheer. ^_^ 


IT’S THE MOST PUNDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR

December 1st 9:24 p.m.

“Do you really think these terrible lines of yours will ever work Chaton?”

Chat grinned as Ladybug once again rolled her eyes at his flirtation.

“Eventually,” he said lightly, leaning in so that their noses were almost touching.  

“How? They are terrible! Why would anyone think that combining puns and pick up lines is attractive?” She put a finger square in the middle of his chest and pushed him, flicking his bell once he was back to his original position.

“Because it’s funny. And everyone knows women love a guy with a sense of humor.”

“Aww poor Chaton. Looks like you will die alone.”

“Hey!”

“I’m just teasing minou. There must be some poor soul out there that will put up with you.”

“Are you offering?” he asked, already bracing for yet another rejection.

“Ha. Hardly.”

And there it was.

For all their flirting- and Chat would argue to his dying breath that for all her denials she was definitely flirting back- he had never managed to get past the suggestive bantering stage of his courtship. After a year and a half of attempts it was beginning to get a little disheartening.

“Come on my lady, give me a chance? One kiss. We can call it a Christmas Miracle.” He hoped his voice didn’t sound as desperately pathetic to her as it did to him.

“Ok, you want a Christmas Miracle?” she asked, giving him a serious once over, “If you can come up with one of your horrible puns that actually makes me laugh between now and Christmas eve, I will kiss you.”

“Are you serious?” he gasped.

“Yep.”

“That’s it? Just make you laugh?” he ask, waiting for some sort of impossible catch.

“With a pun.”

Ah. There it was.

“How many am I allowed to make?” he asked cautiously, already forming a plan in his mind. It was difficult certainly, but not impossible.

“As many as I can stomach I suppose,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders and giving him playful smile.

“You must really want to kiss me after all my lady,” he teased, grasping her hand in his and brining it flirtatiously to his lips.  

“No I just know that your jokes aren’t that funny. Perhaps this will teach you that as well and I can finally be free of them. It will be my Christmas present to myself.”

“We shall see, My Lady.”

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anonymous asked:

PLIROY!

ooooh this will be fun and challenging! I hope I do them justice!! ; u;

  • How did they they meet?

At the skating competition (sorry I can’t remember the name or where it was :’D) where JJ stole Yuri’s gold.

  • Who developed romantic feelings first?

JJ for sure. I think JJ is the type of person who teases people he likes. :P Like teasing them is how he shows his affection to his friends and his romantic interests? But I think Yuri is so stuck in his rivalry with him and all of the unwelcome teasing from JJ that Yuri doesn’t even see him as a friend, much less someone he’s interested in until time passes lol.

That said, they were definitely friends with benefits waaaay before they were romantically together, or even calling each other friends. ;P Rivals with benefits? Frenemies with benefits? All of the above???

  • Who is their biggest “shipper?”

Mila!!! DEFINITELY MILA. She totally called it too because all Yuri talks about is JJ this JJ that JJ’s annoying JJ’s ugly JJ’s music sucks JJ’s ass looks stupid in his skating costume.

Also JJ’s fangirls ship them together and are very supportive of their relationship but I think Yuri’s fangirls get jealous and are like JJ antis or Pliroy antis something lmfao. (Christ I need a fanfic of this ASAP)

  • When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?

Dude it wasn’t romantic at all that I can tell you. I do like the idea of Yuri kissing JJ first though and it totally catches JJ off guard hahaha. 

Actually I think JJ is annoying Yuri more than usual and he won’t shut up Yuri is like “what can I do to make him never talk to me ever again” so he just fucking kisses him and storms away.

(spoiler: it didn’t work)

  • Who confessed their feelings first?

JJ confesses first, and Yuri immediately rejects him. Poor JJ is heatbroken but he doesn’t press the issue further but is very confused by Yuri’s shenanigans because nothing between them changes (aka they’re still friends with benefits) but Yuri just gets more tsundere?? And finally a few months down the road JJ is like “dude I can’t do this anymore I need to get over you this is making me very depressed” and Yuri just spills the news he likes him too and just never realized it.

  • What was their first official date?

JJ takes Yuri to a cat cafe. :3

  • How do they feel about double dates/group dates?

JJ loves them. Yuri hates them. Yuri puts up with them because he likes seeing JJ happy (and ngl, he likes it when JJ is like “yes yuri is mine”)

  • What do they do in their down time?

I think they are the type of couple who have separate hobbies, but do all of their hobbies together in the same room even if they aren’t talking or actively spending time together. Like Yuri will be playing video games while JJ is listening to music and it’s just a very intimate and comfortable silence they’ve got going on.

  • What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?

JJ’s parents *adore* Yuri and welcome him right away.

Yuri’s grandpa is super hesitant at first because unlike Mila, he doesn’t entirely get that Yuri was always bitching about JJ because he liked him the entire time so he thinks that Yuri has actually hated him this entire time and the whole thing is completely out of no where and is just very “????” about it.

But! I think Yuri tries to keep his relationship with JJ a secret from his parents but when they find out and yell at Yuri, Grandpa Plisetsky is the first one to defend them as a couple.

  • What was their first fight over and how did they get past it?

The fact that Yuri acts like they aren’t even together when they are in public together. JJ was really hurt by the fact that Yuri will even deny their relationship to people or that he’s seeing anyone and he was like “yo wtf Yuri” but in private Yuri would be all over him. And JJ was just very confused and hurt by it? Like he doesn’t wanna be Yuri’s secret shame and Yuri won’t open up about his reasoning.

But then during the height of the argument Yuri finally admits that it’s because he’s not on good terms with his parents and he wants to keep JJ out of their drama.

  • Which one is more easily made jealous?

Yuri. JJ is surprisingly chill.

  • What is their favourite thing to get to eat?

each other JJ loves to eat the sweets Yuri bakes for him. And then JJ likes to take Yuri out to a bunch of fancy restaurants because JJ can’t cook for shit.

  • Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?

At first JJ is more cuddly, but then once their relationship dynamics shifts into something more romantic, Yuri ends up initiating most of the cuddles. :3 Yuri likes to sit on JJ lmao. Or lay on him. 

  • Are they hand holders?

Yes!! Especially after they go public.

  • How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?

My friends they been sleeping with each other loooong before they got together lmfao. I think their first time is shortly after Yuri kisses JJ in order to get him to shut up. Yuri tells him to shut up again and JJ was just like “( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) do you wanna kiss me again yuri” as a joke and one thing just lead to another and welp we know where this is leading.

  • Who tops?

They switch. 

  • What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into?

Definitely their first fight. TBH they bicker a lot but it’s just that, frienidly bickering. They rarely get into serious fights which surprises people?

  • Who does the shopping and the cooking?

They both do the shopping, bur Yuri does the cooking because Yuri refuses to die of food poisoning from JJ’s cooking lmao.

  • Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness?

Neither of them are particularly organized or super tidy, but JJ is better at keeping up with organization and tidiness than Yuri is. 

  • Who proposes?

Yuri!! And he actually tries to make it romantic too because all of their other firsts were so un-romantic but the whole thing is so comical and out of character that JJ ends up laughing the entire time lmfao.

  • Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?

Joined I guess? I must confess I hardly know what a bachelor party is lmfao.

  • Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?

Otabek!

  • Big Ceremony or Small?

A big ceremony because JJ doesn’t know how to be small about anything.

  • Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where?  

I don’t know why but the first thought that popped into my head was “They go to Vancouver!” just because I hear really nice things about that city but I don’t actually know anything about it. :’D

  • Do they have children? How many?

I think they end up adopting 2 or 3 children and a lovely family~

Who Did This - A.I.

Alright…listen here guys:

First off, Gang!Ashton

Second, I Wrote THREE different versions of this because I hated how they all turned out and thought they sucked and I wanted this to be out an hour ago, yet, here we are: three cups of tea, three versions, and a helping of Portuguese sweet bread later with a disappointment. I’m so sorry :(

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Ashton sat on the counter in a random house sipping at his beer. The party around him was getting out of control, not that he was into it at the moment. He couldn’t get you out of his head, but that was entirely his fault. He had broken it off with you, but he had valid reasons, and they all pertained to your safety, not that either of you were okay with the split.

“Hello?”

“A-Ash,” you stuttered into the phone in between breaths. He hopped off the counter, beer already forgotten as he stepped onto the back porch.

“Love, what’s wrong?” he asked leaning into the banister trying to focus on the sound of your voice.

“Can you come get me please?” Your voice had become incredibly soft and was hard to understand. “I’m at McGreary’s…and I just…please don’t hang up.”

“I’ll be there in a minute, love.” He pushed through the group of people dancing in the living room as he made his way to the front door, Luke spotting his friend following him out the door.

“Where are you going, mate? You’ve barely had anything to drink.”

“Luke, just get in the goddamn car,” Ash said back handing him his phone before climbing into the driver’s seat, Luke followed into the passenger side. “Talk to her please while I drive.”

“Who is it?”

“Y/n.” He gave Ash the ‘What the hell is wrong with you’ look before finally pressing the phone to his ear, only to hear sobbing on the other line.

“Y/n, sweetheart, are you okay?” Luke asked, fear in his voice only causing Ashton to drive faster than he had before. It took them less than ten minutes to end up in front of the bar, both boys hopping out of the car walking to the alley behind the bar to see you with your head in your hands, shirt tattered, blood and bruises scattered along your body. “Jesus christ.” You turned your head towards the two of them quickly using the wall behind you to push yourself up.

“What the hell happened?” Ash asked standing in front of you. You turned your head to the side avoiding his gaze. You hated the crazy look in his eyes. “Who hurt you?”

“Ash…,” you muttered as he rested his palms on either side of your head before moving one hand to your chin forcing you to look at him. “Can you please just let it go?”

“Baby girl, I need you to tell me who did this because I’m about to freak the fuck out on you and I don’t want to do that. Alright? Now, who hurt you?” You took your bottom lip between your teeth as tears started to fill your eyes once again.

“Jamie, Tristan, and Mikey P.” he nodded his head when hearing the name of your ex roll of your tongue last. The same guy he was trying to protect you from by breaking up with you.

“Alright…come on, let’s get you in the car,” he muttered pulling you away from the wall slightly, bending down to be able to grab a hold of your legs and carry you bridal style towards his SUV. “Luke, tell Mikey and Calum to be at my place in ten.”

“Why?” you asked as he placed you in the back seat as Luke sat in the passenger side again.

“Don’t play that game. You and I both know why. Do you want to go home or back to my place?”

“Yours,” you muttered as he nodded hesitating before pulling back from you, shutting your door before climbing into the driver’s seat, speeding off almost instantly.

Both boys helped you into Ashton’s apartment, Luke letting go once you made it through the door to find a first aid kit while Ashton brought you to sit on his kitchen table. He pulled your shirt off carefully to not hit any part of you already injured. There were bruises lining different parts of your skin in the form of fingers and hand prints, clear from where they grabbed you. Ashton stood in between your legs, his hands resting on your hips as his thumb brushed along your bare skin just above your jeans. “Can you tell me what happened, love?”

“Yeah… y/f/n decided we should go out tonight since I…uhh, I haven’t really done anything since we broke up…so we decided to have a couple of drinks at McGreary’s. Halfway through the first drink, her mom called asking why she hadn’t gotten Charlie yet. She swore up and down she’d be less than an hour and she’d be right back…so I stayed. Just after she left, I had to pee…and I…Jamie saw me. He asked if I was alone and I said no…but I-I guess he saw y/f/n leave and called my bluff before shoving me into the handi bathroom…a-and t-then Mikey P and Tristan walked in behind them…and uhh…M-mikey and T-Tristan…they uhh…they held me by my arms and…there was a knife, and some hitting…and he…he forced me to suck him off before they walked out of the handi leaving me there…and then I called you.” By time you finished, you noticed Michael, Calum, and Luke in the doorway with frowns on their faces. You looked down to your lap as Luke threw Ashton the first aid kit, starting to clean you up in silence.

“Are you okay with staying here by yourself for a bit?” he asked wiping off the blood from your lip with rubbing alcohol before moving above your eye.

“Just let it go, Ash…please,” you muttered grabbing onto his hand stopping him. “Please.”

“That’s not happening. Are you okay being here or do you want to go home?” he asked again dropping his hand as you sighed shifting your gaze away from him.

“I’ll stay here,” you muttered before looking back towards him once again. He raised his hand to your cheek letting his thumb rub across your cheek. “Just…be careful please.”

“Always, love,” he whispers back leaning in slightly, hesitating once again. You close the gap between the two of you letting your fingers tangled in his hair. “I love you, you know.”

“I know.” He pulled away from you walking towards one of the drawers by the fridge pulling out one of his pieces making sure the safety was on before sticking it in his pants. The four boys headed out without another word leaving you in Ashton’s apartment alone not really sure what to do. You decided on taking a bath knowing it would take a while and waste time until, hopefully, Ashton texted you saying he was on his way back and alright. You sat in the tub for thirty minutes listening to Hinder as Ash constantly crossed your mind. Jamie had planned this out, and you knew that. He knew that if he went after you, Ash would come after him, even if it was an unspoken agreement from both gangs to not physically harm a girlfriend, wife, baby mama - whatever you want to call it. But, then again, when has Jamie ever cared about rules and agreements when it came to pissing off Ashton. It was something he did, even when you were dating him, long before Ashton. And that’s what made you rush out of the tub, pulling your hair back and emptying your dinner into his toilet. The thought of Jamie putting Ashton 6 feet under made you physically ill.

It was hard trying to fall asleep. Everything around you was Ashton without him physically being with you and you hated it. You sat crossed legged on his bed in one of his tees, looking through one of the many song books he had tucked into the drawer of his night stand. The dreams he left behind as a kid from the south side of your town…you had gone to school together, defying the odds of a north side girl dating a guy from the south side. You had never cared about any of that social status knowing your parents were the same way and as long as they had liked Ashton for who he was, that was all that mattered.

When Ash’s mum got sick was when everything changed. They had no source of income with her being unable to work and the medical bills started piling up, so Ash did what he thought he had to do to help his family survive, leading him to one of the most Notorious gangs in your town. Michael and Calum were already a part of it for their own reasons, and Luke, the only one in their group from the North side, was guilty by association.

“Y/n…you still here baby?” Ash asked walking through his apartment as you lifted your head to look towards the bedroom door as he opened it making eye contact with his. “How are you doing?”

“Fine…you didn’t…he’s still alive, right?” you asked worried. He was still your Ash, but sometimes it just felt better to make sure, considering a lot in his life had changed within the two years you had been together.

“He’s alive,” he responded making his way to the bed pulling his shirt over his head leaving it on the ground. “Can I get you anything or do anything for you?” He climbed up the bed towards you as you took your lip between your teeth.

“I want you to love me.” He looked confused not really sure where you were getting at with your statement.

“Baby girl, you know I love you. Forever and always,” he said back, still in a crawling position leaning into you, your faces apart slightly.

“I know…but that’s not what I mean Ash,” you mutter before closing the gap between the two of you instantly going to lick at his lips hoping he got the message as he laid you back, crawling up your body more getting into the heated kiss even more. A smirk tugged at his lips as you let your legs wander around his hips as he caressed your body with one of his hands, the other’s forearm resting on the mattress holding him above you. No more words were exchanged as he pushed his shirt over your head leaving you completely bare considering you decided to go commando after your bath.

“You’re so god damned beautiful. I’m so sorry,” he muttered letting his lips trail down to your neck leaving hickeys in his trail, grinding his hips into yours.

“No sorry’s,” you breathed out knowing what he was referring to, and in this moment it didn’t matter if you were together or not. You both knew you loved each other. Titles could be talked about in the morning. He started fumbling with his belt buckle quickly trying to get it undone and pull down the fabric restricting him before sliding a finger into your heat causing you to moan out slightly. “Fuck, Ash…,” you muttered as he continued his assault on your neck, quickly adding another finger trying to stretch you out as quickly as possible. When he felt you were ready enough, he removed his fingers replacing it with his cock, easing into you slowly as you gripped his shoulders digging your nails into his flesh. He pressed his forehead against yours taking his time thrusting into you slow and deep, every part of him being felt in all the right places as you tried to stifle your moans while looking into his eyes.

“God, I love you so much,” he muttered pressing his lips to yours as you held onto him tightly kissing him back with as much passion as he held for you. His hips started moving slightly faster bringing just that much more pleasure as he brought a hand to your heat brushing over your clit in a teasing manner bringing you to your edge faster than you expected. “You going to cum, baby? You going to cum on my cock?”

“F-fucking hell, Ash,” you muttered biting into the area where his shoulder and neck connect giving him enough pleasure sending him over the edge just as you hit your release. His thrusts slowed letting you ride out your high before pulling out of you slowly pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m not going anywhere this time, love…we’re not going anywhere.”

What I learned in my first 3gun matches

I’ve done three multi/3gun matches in the past month and I figured I’d kinda write a little about what I learned and somethings I’ll be working on to get better. Being completely new to firearms competitions, no USPA, IDPA…anything… i had no idea what the matches were going to be like. 

The first thing i learned is… its pretty hard. The events are not just shooting, there is running, obstacles, weird rules for certain stages (such as target sequences, firing positions, etc.) and some times you have to carry heavy objects (I’ve already eaten dirt a few times.. not pretty). The point is it can be as intense as you want it to be, but the club I’ve shot with loves to have people come that aren’t potential badasses, so don’t be discouraged if you’re just out to test yourself, have fun or just shoot for the hell of it. I personally am trying to improve enough to actually compete ( I cant play a sport just to play, I want to be good, but that’s just me) 

The second thing I learned was that this is going to cost a lot of money if i really want to take on the sport. Already having a pistol and rifle my first addition to my rig would be a shotgun (ill get more into that later), after watching a few matches before i started to play the game I’d decided to get semi-auto. I bought the shotgun, then a side shell holder, then a jimmy clip for shells on my belt, I needed a good retention pistol mag holster, an AR mag holster… See where Im going with this? (granted you can get by using pockets if you just want to play, but this post isn’t really for those guys). On top of equipment most round counts in clubs are 150 for pistol, 150 rifle, 75 target shells and 10 slugs… you’ll also be shooting steel a bunch, so bi metal ammo and steel core are off limits (this means no tul ammo or red army). So in my area that cost about 150 bucks if I’m buying that ammo new, I personally only train with reloads, I’d rather be super sure about my ammo at a match. So yeah, its a lot of money, though there are ways to keep it cheaper, I’m sure. 

On my equipment.

For my rifle I used one I built. 16 inch barrel, standard BCG, magpul stock, Milspec pistol grip, Vltor rail, SOTA upper, Bushnell drop zone 1x4 223 optic, and an Elftmann tactical 3gun trigger. Besides the rail and trigger its pretty standard. 
Worked fine but I did get some light primer strikes on the Elftmann trigger so I ended up changing it to a CMC trigger, I really like Elft’s triggers but I would rather have them in my MPX than my competition rifle because my CMC is just more dependable in my lil ole opinion. 

My Bushnell optic works well for the $120 i spent on it, though I rarely train with magnified optics so I’ve had a lot to learn about them. I’m more of an irons/red dot kinda chick. The optic does get me through about 500 rounds without the zero getting off, but it needs to be checked before each match in my opinion ( my last match i suffered quite a bit because i thought it was “good to go”). 

My pistol is a Sig P226, though, Ive recently been thinking about changing this platform to a Sig P320 full size RX, (This will put me in the open division instead of the tactical division) or a CZ P-09 for a few reasons, the first being the weight of my 226. The p226 has a metal frame and is considerably heavier than a polymer gun. While this is my favorite pistol in my personal collection, I think ill be getting a polymer CZ P-09… but only because its more available than the Sig P320 RX full size model, plus from what I understand there are more aftermarket parts for the P-09. All that said, my P226 performs pretty well, and its a pretty accurate gun so replacing it isn’t a super big priority right now. 

On to my shotgun: I chose a CZ 712 Semi Auto 12 gauge. For the price of $485-ish I thought it would be a good start for 3 gunning. The only thing I did to this gun was buy an extended magazine tube to increase my guns capacity from 4+1 to 11+1. The magazine tube extends past the end about 7 inches from a 20 inch barrel, its kinda ostentatious if I’m being real here. I did end up cerakoting it bazooka green because I’m a tad did ostentatious myself. 

The shotgun ran through about 600-ish rounds perfectly but now I’m having a few issues with it, maybe once I get it performing well again ill expand on that.

My first match

The match started around 930 with a shooters safety and stage brief, they even had a shorter one right before for new shooters. During the brief they discussed the importances of safety and the “180 rule”. The 180 rule is about the angle of where your muzzle can be pointed at all times. There is a zero tolerance policy with this, so even an accident puts you out for the day. I haven’t found it really difficult to maintain this rule, but I also saw a few people get close and having a range office yell “muzzle,muzzle!”, and i can see how if you’re not paying attention it could be an easy thing to do… which is why they spent 15 minutes talking about how its not only very unsafe and the most common DQ for new shooters. No one from my squad got a DQ that day. 

Some other things that could get you disqualified were flagging anyone, including yourself and dropping a fire arm. There are some other violations like running with your finger in a trigger guard, but I’m not sure if that disqualifies you for the entire event or not. 

My first stage was a rifle/pistol stage. The rules were that you started with an empty magazine in your rifle with the bolt forward and a magazine of 15 rounds holstered, from there you would reload the rifle and chamber it, and engage targets. The first two targets were paper silhouettes that needed to be engaged twice in the “B” zone or once in the “A” zone, after those targets were neutralized there were three steel silhouettes at 120,150, and 200 yards that needed one hit each. Once all of the rifle targets were hit (or you ran out of ammo I guess) you had to ditch the rifle on safe in a full barrel and move on to the pistol targets. First there was a steel target tree were you “send and receive” the round steel from side to side on six targets. The next ones were four sets of two, ten inch steel yellow targets set about 20 yards apart from each other that you would double tap each before moving on/running to the next. End stage. I did ok on that stage besides a few light primer strikes, finishing that stage with 144.85 seconds on the timer, nothing to write home about. 

I posted the rest of the stages from that day on youtube so thats really the only stage I’m going describe in detail. 

Moving on to the problems and more difficult aspects I’ve experienced. 

1. Shot gun reloads are the toughest part for me. Before I bought my CZ i can count the times Ive ever shot a shotgun on two hands, so this part of 3gun has been the most challenging. My goal is to spend the least amount of time reloading a shotgun as possible, the first match I did I had no way to hold shells and was picking them out of my pocket… this took up an insane amount of time and from them on out i made it a priority to get shell holders and practice shot guns a lot more. 

2. Finding a good holster for my pistol is now more of a priority. I’m running a drop leg serpa right now but i might be getting a safari land one after this season. During the first match I ran this serpa on my belt, but i didnt like reaching that far up my body to draw when I’m in a timed event. 

3. Planning out your stage more than just listening to the stage brief really is important. Visualizing your run a few times has helped me, if I dont do this I tend to move ahead of myself and have to repeat a target or literally take a step back. 

4. Failing to check or properly tune my equipment has been the worst of my issues lately. I’m getting far more anal about things that I used to not get upset over, after all, I’ve basically just been a plinker or an ammo waster for about two years now. When something happens on the range like a small equipment problem or a jam, its no big deal when you only get one shot at a stage thats timed… being a little competitive it’s harder to just brush it off and not beat myself up about it. 

Over all I’ve had a fantastic time even when I’m sucking really bad. No one is rude or snobby about me asking lots of annoying noob questions, even if you have a bad run they always say “good job” and its a very good way to spend an afternoon and make new friends. There were 70-something competitors at my first match and roughly 60 each at the others. for the record, I’m playing in mostly “outlaw” matches which are not a part of 3gun nation, but from what I hear the rules are basically the same. 

To anyone thinking about starting up 3gun: be prepared to have a fun time being humbled… and bring sunscreen 

If you need at TL:DR its probably not interesting to you anyway. 

have i told you lately

Its nearly two in the morning, she shouldn’t be awake.
Rated strong T

Iris come to slowly, wiggling her toes beneath the linen sheets. It’s dark outside. She can tell by the quiet howl missiling outside Central City. With any luck a few hours will remain before she has to, reluctantly, roll out of bed.

One, two, three Mississippi later, Iris peels her eyes open. 1:57 stares back at her in glowing blue, digital numbers. She squeezes her eyes shut, sighs relieved, and chalks the untimely respite to being a light sleeper. Arm tucked securely under her pillow, Iris starts drifting away again when he stirs behind her, closing the gap between their bodies.

As if he’d been waiting.

She puts two and two together and concludes he’s the reason she’s awake at 2 a.m.

It’s made all the more evident by his finger skimming, feather light down her lower back, sparking a string of heat devised to keep her awake.

‘i’ swipes where her shirt has risen, exposing a slither of skin above the waistband of her underwear, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Her shirt bunches higher around her ribs and he pauses there. Iris holds her breath.

She knows he’ll stop if he think he’s disrupting her.

When he spreads his palm, she inhales - working to keep up her charade, trying to anticipate his next move and where it’ll land. ‘l’ ghost over her ribs with a swirl of his thumb, pandering down to the lip of her belly button and traces the shallow opening to write an ‘o’.

It takes everything in her power to keep still and refrain from trembling. But lord. is it hard.

At 2:02 Iris lies awake for a entirely different reason.

He finds the spot on her lower back this time, right between her Venusian dimples, and swirls a ‘v’ dead center, forcing Iris to clamp her thighs together. The imagine of Barry kissing her there a few hours ago is still fresh and she practically feel the pressure of his tongue dipping on the same spot.

He must remember. The hitch she hears in his breathing gives it away.

He shifts his hips back an inch.

Iris follows.

If Barry catches on, he keeps the secret to himself, letting them continue this game he construcyed so early in the morning. One where she pretends his declaration painted on her body is a dream induced by slumber and another where he’s proclaiming like it’s the first.

‘e’ finds a home on her collar, and he’s extra careful to smooth his finger under the shirt; bypassing the flurry of curls hanging on her silk pillowcase and traces the tip of his index finger right over the sensitive mark he formed earlier in their relationship. The same one he renews with vigor at every available opportunity.

The next destination does not come immediately. He lingers on her skin, roaming, pausing before taking off again and frustration sets in. She needs him. Needs his touch firmer wherever it decides to land. Anything to get the coil in her belly to spring loose.

She doesn’t want to ruin the mystique of what they’re doing but, if he doesn’t do something fast, she’ll scream.

… Or die. Whichever comes first.

Lifting half his weight from her back his arm wraps around her, and she watches his hand walk up her breast bone and inch to the left until she’s tucked in his palm. He scrapes his thumb over the stiff nipple poking her t-shirt and the coil tightens, increasing the flames burning between her thighs.

And he has to know what he’s doing to her by now. He has to.

‘u’ the same thumb loops under the pebble and she’s all but forced to slip her arm between her legs and nudge her forearm in exactly the right spot.

Yes. Friction. Allusiveness and early mornings be damned.

“What A F*cking Bozo” -  Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Word Count: 2699 (whoops)

Warnings: Kidnapping; Drugs mentioned; Swearing

Request: For that being your first imagine, that was amaze balls !! I was wondering if you could do me a request a little darker :D So the reader doesn’t have superpowers and doesn’t really get along with ‘spiderman’ very well, but is dry and sarcastic with Peter Parker, they’re both aware of each other’s identities, but are very different when fighting crime, she’s kind of an anti hero, and one day when she’s fighting she gets drugged and kidnapped and has to come and get her out of trouble ? :p

Authors Note: I had so much fun writing this! Anon, I hope you don’t mind but I made the reader Stark’s daughter, and there is a bit of fluff at the end (because who doesn’t love fluff?) Sorry it’s so long, I got a lil excited with this one…Hope you guys enjoy it! :D


“The Queen of Hearts? Hm… I could get used to that,” you mumbled, watching yourself on the news. It had been a year since you started this whole anti-hero business, and today they had finally given you a name.

“Hey, dad! Check it out, they finally gave me a name!” you yelled, calling for your father, the Tony Stark. He strode over and sat on the couch with you.

“The Queen of Hearts, huh? Sounds pretty bad ass to me,” he complimented. You could tell he was impressed. It took him awhile to get used to the fact you didn’t want to be an Avenger and that you were an anti-hero. But he still loved you anyways. After all, you are his daughter.

When you first told your dad about how you were an anti-hero, you thought he would be furious and ground you for the rest of your life.

*Flashback to a year ago*

“So let me get this straight… my daughter, TEENAGE daughter might I add, has been a total badass this entire time and isn’t just some popular, beautiful rich girl?”

“Well that wasn’t the reaction I was expecting,” you remarked. “And is that all you see me as?”

“Oh hell no, but the media does. And it would blow their minds if they found out!” he exclaimed. You let out a sigh of relief, bringing your palms up to your face.

“Dad, no one can find out. I want to keep my identity a secret. If anything, I want to hold my own conference and casually say ‘oh and I’m that vigilante that kicks some major ass at night. You are welcome by the way.”

 Tony laughed, proud that his daughter had grown up to be as much of a smart ass as he was. “I knew there was a bad ass in there somewhere,” he smiled, poking your chest as you dramatically stumbled backward from his “strength”.

*Flash forward back to the present*

“So, you remember spiderling, right, (Y/n)?” Tony asked.

“How could I forget? He fought on your side during that dumb little fight you had with Cap, and also screwed up my last mission,” you stated quite dully, still staring at the TV. You really had no filter with your dad. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I need you to work wi-”

“OH HELL NO!” you exclaimed, interrupting Tony mid-sentence.

“Listen (Y/n). Before you go crazy, hear me out. It’s really-”

“NO! YOU LISTEN, TONY!” You jumped off the couch and faced him, interrupting him once again. He knew you were serious because you never called him by his first name unless you were mad. “I cannot work with him. First of all, he’s an annoying piece of shit. I mean, don’t even get me started on how much he talked during the war with Cap…”

“(Y/n), listen to me. Let me explain first. I barely got three words out before you exploded,” Tony chuckled. You crossed your arms and took a deep breath. “This mission, it’s important to me. I need you both to get over whatever happened between you two and work together.”

“Alright, fine. I guess I’ll talk to him tomorrow at school,” you agreed. You hated this more than anything, but you saw how much this meant to your dad. He didn’t trust a lot of people, especially after the team split. You couldn’t let him down. Not after everything that had happened.

The next day, you were walking down the halls of Midtown High with your friends when you saw Peter over by his locker.

“Hey guys, I’ve gotta go talk to Peter real quick. I’ll see you guys at lunch,” you told your friends. You waved goodbye and walked over to Peter.

“Hey there spiderling, can I have a word with you?” you asked with a blank expression. He gave you a serious look, then grabbed your arm and pulled you into an empty classroom.

“What are you doing?! You know you can’t call me that here,” he warned in a concerned tone. His eyebrows were furrowed from fear of anyone finding out about what he did for fun. You were very aware that his “sticky” secret was not known to the public, much less his classmates. But dangling that knowledge of Spider-Man’s true identity was something you liked to do in your free time because why not?

“Owww! Chill, Petey,” you groaned, giving his hand a slap until he released your arm. He let go and silently apologized, not realizing that his grip on your arm was too tight. Quickly glancing around the room, he made sure no one else was listening before crossing his arms and letting you speak.

“Would it kill you to relax whenever someone mentions the spider? No one is immediately gonna look at you and be like ‘HEY IT MUST BE PARKER!’” you whisper-yelled as you waved your hands around in the air. Peter just glared at you, clearly fed up with your attitude and sarcasm.

“Fine then, straight to business. Did my dad run the mission by you?” you questioned. Peter nodded, turning his brown eyes away from you to look out at the crowded hallway. “Good, less work for me. Meet up at the Avengers tower at 6?”

“Sure.”

“Great! Always a pleasure talking with ya, spiderling!” you winked and left the empty classroom. Peter just stood there for a moment, trying his best not to smile. You got on his nerves, but for some reason, he couldn’t stop smiling after talking with you.

*Later at the Avengers Tower*

“So, basically all you two have to do is go in, take photos of the wreckage, and then get the hell out of there,” Tony said.

“So… no ass kicking? It’s that easy?” you asked.

“Pretty much. It’s been two days since the Hydra base blew up, and surveillance footage hasn’t shown anyone being there. But it is Hydra, so prepare for anything” Tony replied.

“Damn, I was really looking forward to treating someone like a punching bag,” you said with disappointment. “Well, guess I can just punch Petey here instead!” You looked at him and smiled. Cocking your eyebrows, you earned a genuine laugh from Peter.

As soon as Tony finished briefing the two of you, you headed to your room to suit up. After you put on your suit, you looked into the mirror and thought, “Look at you… (Y/n), Queen of Hearts. Don’t even think about fucking with me.” You raised your hands and acted like you were holding a gun. All of the sudden you heard giggling coming from the corner of your room. You looked over at your door and saw Peter leaning against it, staring at you with the biggest smile on his face.

“How long have you been standing there?!” you yelled, furious at the fact he didn’t understand what “privacy” meant.

“Not that long, but long enough,” Peter chuckled. “Are you done pretending to kill bad guys?” 

“Who said I was killing ‘bad guys’? Maybe I was pretending to shoot that smug look off your face? But hey, who knows?” you shrugged, turning back to your mirror to fix your frizzled hair. Peter laughed and glanced down at your bag.

“What’s with the red and black Sharpies?” he asked, reaching down and picking up the two black and red sharpies you packed. 

You walked over, took the sharpies out of his hands and put them in your pockets. “I like to let people know that they lost in life.”

“What?” Peter asked.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Nevermind, can we go now?” you asked, already walking out the door. Peter laughed one last time and followed behind you.


The mission was supposed to be easy. Get in, take some pictures, and then get out. Simple, right? Wrong.

You and Spider-Man entered the damaged ex-Hydra base. “Wow… what a mess…” you thought. You accidentally tripped over some rubble, and Peter laughed at you. Peter continued to take pictures of the wreckage while you noticed something off about one of the rooms.

“Hey, Spidey? I’m gonna go check out this room,” you say.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Peter asked.

“Awe… that’s cute, really. But I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself,” you flash a smile and walk over to the room. “Finish up over there and then we’ll leave!” you yell as you enter through the sketchy door. Peter nodded and continued taking pictures of the messy crime scene.

As you search the room, you noticed another door in the corner. “No, (Y/n). Don’t go through there. You’ve seen scary movies before… You know what happens when a person goes through a creepy door by themselves..” you say under your breath. But you were curious, so of course you walked over and slowly opened it. All of the sudden, you felt someone behind you. As you start to turn around, you feel a hand go over your mouth and something sharp go into the side of your neck. Everything slowly turned dark…

You slowly open your eyes and realize you are sitting in a chair and feel ropes tied around your wrists and ankles. You pull on the ropes, trying to reach into the pockets of the suit to get your knife. But whoever tied you up was smart enough to disarm you.

“Fucckk… I should’ve called the Spider,” you say out loud. You look around the room and see a man standing in the corner.

“Morning sunshine, I’m glad you are awake for this,” he said.

“How long have I been in this shit hole?” you ask, trying to remain calm.

“Only a few hours, just enough time for your pal to leave,” the man said, putting his hands on his knees. He got close to you and smiled. “Now we are alone, and this is gonna be fun.”

You look over to the small table to the left of you and see a display of knives, a gun, and some other handy-dandy torture weapons.

“Oh well hate to break it to you, but I have one rule. No fun until I at least know your name. That way when the fun is over, and I get outta here, I can find you. And beat the living shit out of you,” you say and lick your lips.

“Well, sweetheart. My name is Agent Bozo, and I hate to break it to you, but you aren’t getting out of here. Well, at least not alive,” he said with a smirk. You stare at him for a few seconds before laughing hysterically. He looked at you confused. You stop laughing and look at him in the eyes.

“Wait, you’re serious? Your name is Agent… Bozo?” you say, trying your hardest not to burst into laughter again.

“Yes, you got a problem with it?”

“No, no problem at all,” you say sarcastically, shaking your head and smiling. “That’s honestly just the best name I have ever heard in my life.” Agent Bozo walked over and punched you in the face.

“Ouch, that hurt,” you say, pouting.

“I’ve just about had it with your small talk, now it’s time to get to business,” he says in a serious tone. You watched him grab a knife and walk over to you. “Now, let’s get started.”

*6 hours later*

“Hey BOZO, when you gonna let me go? I’m starting to get hungry. I think I’m gonna order some pizza when I get home,” you say, watching him pick up a knife. You weren’t going to admit it, but you were a little bit worn out. You had been in there for 6 hours, and you were hoping that Peter would come rescue you before your dad had a shit fit. Agent Bozo hadn’t done anything too damaging though, just cut your arm, slap you silly, kick you around a few times, and stab you once. But the wounds weren’t that bad, you would live.

“I’m going to ask you one last time, where is Captain America?” Agent Bozo asked, sticking the knife against your throat.

“Dude, I don’t know. And even if I did, why would I tell you? Do you know how annoying you sound… I mean asking the same question over and over again? Like good God! GET OVER IT!” you yelled. Bozo slapped you once more.

“You dumb child!” he yelled.

“Oh, bite me,” you said giving him a fake smile. He started to walk away from you, but he tripped over a piece of rubble. You laughed.

“Wow, what a fucking Bozo.”

*BAM*

All of the sudden, there was a hole in the wall and smoke around the room. You coughed a few times and notice that Peter had FINALLY come to save you.

“Took you long enough!” you smiled. “Oh but Bozo over here might have a few words to say,” you said, nodding your head in Agent Bozo’s direction.

“Bozo?” Peter said as he turned around saw the man behind him. Bozo was about to shoot Peter, but Peter shot a web and took the gun out of Bozo’s hand. Peter then webbed the Hydra agent against the wall and walked up to him. Pete looked at him for a second before knocking him out. He then ran over to you and untied you.

“I was starting to think you forgot about me,” you say as you wipe the blood off your lips.

“I could never forget about you,” Peter said. You could tell he was smiling from under his mask. You smile back at him. Then you get up and run over to the table where Bozo had put your guns. You grab your gun and then took the two Sharpies. You run back over to where Bozo was webbed up against the wall and pop the caps on both of the Sharpies. Peter watched as you started drawing black and red hearts on the agent.
“Really (Y/n)? We gotta get back! Your father is worried sick!” Peter chuckled.

“Gimme a minute, I’m almost done. And what are you, my mother?” you said as you finished up on the last red heart. You place the cap back on the sharpies and walk over to Peter.
“Ready to go?”

“Oh hell yes, I wanna get out of this shit hole,” Peter said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, leading you out of the room.

“Yeah, imagine being in here for 2 hours. It was so fun,” you said sarcastically. You both laughed and exited the building.

*back at the Avengers Tower, after you are all patched up*

“AND HIS NAME WAS AGENT BOZO!” you said, laughing so hard you actually started to cry.

“I don’t think I could’ve taken him seriously either, to be honest,” Tony said, laughing and pulling you into another hug.

“Dad, honestly. I’m fine,” you say as he starts rubbing your back. 

“I know, but you just scared me. But hey, seems like you and Underoos get along well huh?” he said, as he kissed your forehead.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess we do,” you said smiling, pulling away from the hug.

“Well, go tell him.”

“What?” you asked.

“Go tell him you like him. And don’t give me some bullshit about how you don’t like him. That you hate his guts and wish he was dead. I don’t know how much longer I can watch this game of ’Let’s just fight until someone makes the first move’,” Tony laughed. You nodded and headed towards Peter’s room.

You knock on his door, hoping that he was at his apartment and that you wouldn’t hear his cute little voice say…

“It’s open,” Peter yelled. “Damn it…” You thought. You take a deep breath and open the door.

“Oh, hey (Y/n),” Peter smiled. He was sitting on his bed, wearing his pajamas, and messing around on his laptop. His hair was a mess, as per usual. Yet, all you could think was “Damn, if looks could kill…”

“Hey, Pete. Can I… can I tell you something?” you ask hesitantly.

“Sure! Here… sit,” he moved his laptop and patted the spot in front of him. You sat down and looked directly into his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes. You took a deep breath, looked down at your hands and muttered, “IsortaHaveFeelingsForYou.” His eyes opened wide as if someone had just slapped him in the face.

“Wait, what?”

“You heard me,” you said quietly, still playing with your hands. He let out a small laugh. You looked at him and saw him smiling.

“I knew you had a heart.”

“See, I knew this was a bad idea,” you got off his bed and started walking towards the door. “I wouldn’t have done it if I thought you were gonna be a dick about it but hey. It was worth a try,” you reach for the door knob. Peter stood up and shot a web at your wrist. He pulled on the web, making you spin towards him and landing in his arms. Before you could say anything he pressed his lips against yours. You put your hand on the back of his neck and deepened the kiss. You both pulled away at the same time, slowly trying to catch your breath.

“I sorta have feelings for you too (Y/n),” he flirted, looking into your beautiful (y/e/c) eyes.  


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