alright honestly—if there are CS kids being added to the show, that would change everything about my worries.
like henry and lucy go off on a quest to save emma and killian shows up with his two bratty twin teenagers like some kind of terrible “are we there yet” family vacation i will lose it
we’ve seen killian as a man in love and as a partner and a romantic lead but we haven’t really seen him as a father? his relationship with henry was always so hot and cold and only towards the end did we get glimpses of a paternal relationship. so like GIMME killian pulling a snow white where he tries to raise his adult son AND his magical kids like
I couldn’t sleep so I made this aesthetic collage for a fanfic I can’t get out of my head by @after-avenging-hours called Heart Skip. It’s about Soulmate!Steve, and it just so happens your heartbeat is in sync with his. Both of your hearts speed up together, and slow down together, they share every big emotion, and sense of calm. The problem being both hearts stop together as well…. check it out.
You know what the greatest tragedy is in the whole world?
It’s all the people who never find out what it is they really want to do or what it is they’re really good at. It’s all the sons who become blacksmiths because their fathers were blacksmiths. It’s all the people who could be really fantastic flute players who grow old and die without ever seeing a musical instrument, so they become bad ploughmen instead. It’s all the people with talents who never even find out. Maybe they are never even born in a time when it’s even possible to find out.
It’s all the people who never get to know what it is they can really be. It’s all the wasted chances
Pairing: Pietro x Elemental!Reader Warnings: Swearing, slight sexual tension Word Count: 1103 Summary: Pietro Maximoff has been a part of your life ever since H.Y.D.R.A., where the three of you became tightly-knit friends, and have been ever since. After the battle of Sokovia, he became an even bigger part of your life when you threatened him for almost dying and accidentally slipped up about your feelings. Now, everything is absolutely perfect. But it all goes downhill when H.Y.D.R.A. comes looking for you, and time is running out.
Author’s Notes: I’m not sure if I should make this a full series, so I’m going to test the waters a bit and see how you guys like it. Then we’ll go from there. My inbox is always open, so if you just wanna talk about life or request anything, go right ahead.
(I apologize, there is only a brief mention of powers in this part, but trust me, there will be more. This part doesn’t have a lot to do with the summary, but it basically introduces some of the tone and future relationships with characters. The next one will introduce a lot more of the plot.)
“Wandaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” I scream, absolutely terrified.
“Y/n, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” She yells as she runs into my room, stopping as soon as she sees me standing on a desk, wrapped in a towel holding a shoe and a box of tissues. My best friend immediately drops to the ground, laughing hysterically.
“A….a sp-spider?” She exhales before falling into another fit of laughter.
“Wanda, help me! It followed me out of the shower and I can’t take my eyes off of-” I stop, mortified. The spider that was terrorizing me, is nowhere to be found. I scan the room from my perch on the desk, as Wanda’s laughter ceases.
“See Y/n, it’s gone now, I think…” She tries to assure me, but her gaze falls on my shoulder and her eyes widen.
“What?” My attention is drawn to a prickling feeling on the back of my neck, causing my heart to thump violently against my rib cage.
“W-Wanda…my…n-neck…” I stutter, reaching my hand back.
In a swift movement, I slap away whatever was on my neck. Only, ‘it’ is still attached to my hand, and ‘it’ is a giant wolf spider. A shrill scream escapes my lips as I jump off of the desk, knocking several books and papers to the floor, wildly shaking my hand trying to get ‘it’ off. Somehow, this encourages it to crawl further up my arm. My grip on the towel tightens as I run down the hall to the kitchen, leaving behind a hysterical Wanda. There’s only one person that will take this whole thing seriously and help me, and thankfully, everyone else is on a mission.
“Peter Parker, get your ass over here and help me!” I bolt into the kitchen towards Peter, who’s sitting on the couch eating an apple.
“Y/n, are you oka-”
“There’s a fucking spider on my arm! Get. It. Off.” I squeal.
“Every. Single. Time,” He sighs.
He quickly sets the apple down, stopping when he realizes I’m wearing nothing but a towel that stops about mid-thigh. His face flushes a deep red. He swallows hard and hurries to my side, delicately scooping up the spider and cupping it in his hands.
“You’d think with the powers you have, you’d be able to take care of a single spider…” Peter mumbles.
“Okay one, I only had water to work with, and two, you remember what happened the last time I tried that?”
“Yeah, yeah I remember. Your room got flooded and it took two weeks to replace everything.”
“And that is why I can’t use my powers on spiders,” I state as he calmly walks down the hall to the elevator, probably to put it outside. I exhale and shut my eyes for a minute to calm my nerves. Suddenly, someone clears their throat from the other side of the room. My head snaps up, revealing Tony, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and Pietro all staring at me.
“When’d you all get h-here?” I stutter, now slightly embarrassed.
“Whew, you couldn’t wait for him to come back, could you? Got yourself all clean and…sultry,“ Tony smirks with a wink, proud of how uncomfortable he’s making everyone.
"Spider?” Nat inquires as she passes me on her way out.
“Sadly, yes,” I sheepishly admit. She shakes her head and laughs as she makes her way down the hall.
“Sultry, really?” Steve rolls his eyes, flashing me a playful smile.
“Really. Y/n, that towel is very slimming, I think you should wear it more often. It gets quite the reaction out of this one,” Tony suggests, nudging Pietro with his elbow, causing his face to flush and contort with jealousy. Just like that, he speeds over and wraps his arms around my waist from behind, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck.
“Guys, guys. I’m the only one that can tell her how seksi and lepa and neverjetno she is…“ he trails off, inhaling and exhaling deeply, still resting his head on my shoulder. I close my eyes, melting into his embrace when I feel a slight tug on my towel. I look down, finding that my towel is falling down, little by little.
"Piet?” I whisper as my face turns redder than a tomato.
“What about it?”
“Pietro Maximoff I swear-”
“Well, this is uncomfortable. Steve? You up for some intense training?” Bucky interrupts, desperately trying to get out of the awkward situation.
“Sure thing, Buck.” He replies. The two waste no time in leaving.
“Are you just going to leave me here, alone, with them?” Tony yells, slightly hurt by being left behind.
“Yup,” a voice calls back from the hallway.
“Well, not that this hasn’t been fun and all, but I should go do something productive with my life. Smooches,” Tony gestures to the two of us as he saunters towards the hall before quickly turning around.
“Oh, and remind me to get earplugs. You guys tend to get a little too verbal, if you know what I mean,” He winks before walking away.
“Do we really get that loud?”
“I don’t know, Draga. You want to find out?” Pietro whispers, burying his face in my hair. I sigh as his hot breath tickles my skin, a smile creeping onto his face.
“But tonight’s team dinner,” I counter.
“I’m sure the Captain will let you skip just one dinner.”
“Fine, whatever. But only because It gives us the chance to annoy Stark.”
“Then I’ll be sure to make you scream loud enough for him to hear.”
Beca wasn’t talking to Chloe. Chloe wasn’t talking to Beca.
SS Bhloe was sinking.
Not that it had set sail yet, because Beca was a chicken shit, but it seems everyone knew about it but the two captains themselves.
“I don’t get why you can’t talk to her Becs. It’s just Chloe. You love her, remember?”
“And she doesn’t know that and at this point I’d like to keep it that way, thank you. I’m not talking to her. I have nothing to say.”
“That’s a lie and you and I both know it.” Stacie wasn’t letting her win this one. “You two can’t even go two days without talking let alone a week. I know you. You need to talk to her and stop sulking around this stupid house waiting for her to come running back to apologize.”
“I have nothing to apologize for! I took an internship! I’m moving on! I’m graduating! She needs to just move on and get over it. And I’m most certainly not apologizing when she’s the one who freaked out on me in the first place.” Beca was fuming and her nostrils were flaring. Stacie took this as a sign to stand down and try again later.
“Whatever dude. Just think about it. You’re both miserable as hell and it’s getting unbearable to even be around you let alone all of us living under the same roof.”
Piers: (in his room on base) *Puts on yet another of Chris’ shirts after his shower and styles his hair before it dries* Chris: (in his apartment) *walks out of shower, towel around waist* Chris: *looks around* Chris: Grrr. I swear I had more shirts than this. Is it laundry day? Hmm. When was my last laundry day. What happened to my washing? Chris: *checks wardrobe* Hmm, pretty sure I had a few more shirts than this. *scratches head* Piers: *to himself* Hmm Captain’s shirts are so big, but so comfy. Piers: *sniffs shirt* Piers: *gives himself a self hug* Chris: Ah screw it. No visitors at this hour. *goes shirtless* Chris: (texts Piers) Hey, what are you up to? Piers: (frets over the perfect answer) Not much, just relaxing on the couch. Piers: And you? Chris: Just showered. Couldn’t find a shirt, so I’m just hanging out in my jocks. Figure nobody’d mind. Piers: *blushes* Oh, mmm. You never get cold anyway. Chris: Unlike someone I know. You all rugged up? Piers: Uh, well. Yeah. *plays with dogtags with a stupid grin on his face* Piers: You eaten yet Captain? Chris: Uh, that reminds me *looks through pantry* Piers: You shouldn’t skip meals Captain. Always working too late. Chris: Yeah, too tired. I had a banana after the gym. Piers: Think of all those gains you’re missing out on. Chris: I have pasta, canned soup, an onion and a potato. And some frozen salmon. Hmph. Piers: Uh. Chris: Guess I can just steam the salmon and uhh, the potato. Piers: Yum. Chris: Not expecting much from me clearly. Piers: That’s what you get from living off base. No super mushy veggies and chicken breast so tough it gets stuck all over your teeth. Chris: Yikes. Piers: That’s what the rookies say anyway. I cook my own food. Chris: Wouldn’t want Piers Nivans the food critic to tear the mess boys a new one. Piers: It’s all about morale, as you would know. Chris: Acutely. The salmon’s taking ages. Piers: You’re cooking it from frozen? Chris: Yeah. Piers: *rolls eyes* Piers: *to himself* Oh Captain Captain Captain… you so need someone to look after you. *smiles*
Maybe somebody already asked you this but how did you get into the Marvel fandom? :)
That’s on my husband : ) I had watched the first two Iron Man movies with him, and the first Avengers movie, and while I enjoyed them, I didn’t get super into it. I skipped Captain America. But when the Winter Soldier came out, and Luke wanted to see it in the cinema, I agreed to watch the First Avenger beforehand, so I wouldn’t be confused.
As it turns out, I loved Steve Rogers (I aspire to be more like him in day to day life), and Bucky Barnes, and Peggy Carter. And I loved the Winter Soldier even more than the first one.
I’ve been addicted ever since! I love all the other movies, and I keep up with them as best I can. I saw Civil War on opening night in Gold Class (which is super fancy, with recliner chairs and everything). Cap will always be my favourite, but I love the whole gang.
Hey I realy want to read a Black Sails drabble of Silver actualy beeing a pretty decent cook, but he only bothers for people he actually likes Please? I would, like, pay you my soul C:
This takes place in some ambiguous future time because I’m pretending everything I write won’t be rendered moot within a week’s time. ;) Pre-relationship, but only because they haven’t realized they’re married yet.
“When’s the last time you ate?” Silver asked.
Flint made a noncommittal noise, too occupied with the navigational charts before him. He heard the sigh of exasperation, knew that Silver was probably shaking his head, mustache twisted in disapproval.