Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader // Peter Parker x Reader
Swearing, Angst, Drama, Drinking, physical altercations later on in the
story (basically someone or someone’s get punched). Also this does turn
into a Peter Parker x Reader story.
A/N: Please Remember My Peter Parker Is Andrew Garfield. Not Tom.
Steve doesn’t know about your
wild crush for him. When he starts dating a girl, Agent Holly, he met on
a mission, you don’t take the news well. Jealousy and an attitude take
over you, trying to move past it, trying to be friends. You find comfort
in Peter Parker, who makes you laugh and looks at you in a way that
makes your heart stutter. After too much to drink one night, drunk texts
and a confused Steve are standing in your door looking for answers, to
Peter’s dismay. Will you cough up the truth about what you’re feeling
for who or will you let everything come crashing down?
- the ministop clearfiles arrived. Look at this precious angel boy.
- I got these weird little fabric banners at MCM as blind boxes and I love them LMAO. I think I was pretty lucky to get Victor and Yuri, though I got Chris and Minami along the way
- MY GOD THAT’S AWESOME FASHION
- Finally picked up the Yurio nitotan; I have a lil Yurio corner starting now ^_^
- OMANJUUUUUU I was so excited to get these after my original box got lost in the mail!! (yes I am watching dragon age origins in the background)
- a lil box of some rubber straps and my new fan merch board! Both full already -_-
- Keychains and pins! …Also both full. Help
Obviously I still have more things preordered so … I’m going to have to start rotating things I think… :S
This Friday: Artists Aram Han Sifuentes and Cauleen Smith host Protest Banner Lending Library, inspired by Smith’s banners on display in the 2017 Whitney Biennial. Visitors are invited to make their own fabric banners in a communal sewing space. The workshop is part of a series of Protest Banner Lending Library workshops that Sifuentes has organized at Jane Addams Hull-House Museum in partnership with Gallery 400, Smart Museum, Comfort Station, Chicago Cultural Center, and School of the Art Institute of Chicago. The workshops have become a place where people come together in solidarity through making.
ShieldShock - any fluffy little Halloweeny type ficlet? If you need more, just message me.
No, this isn’t based on personal experiences, not at all…
It’s an explosion of orange and black glitter, scattered here and there with hints of purple, of bat wings decorating fabrics, banners with skeletons that dance merrily along, a black cat with bright yellow eyes and sharp fangs, of crackling bonfires and the greyness of a cemetery. Steve stares down at the massive pile of decorations sitting in the middle of his floor, gape mouthed, then he turns his suspicious glare up to Darcy.
Darcy just shrugs, unrepentantly, with a sparkle of mirth in her eyes.
“You know, when I said you could decorate my office for halloween I was thinking maybe a pumpkin, not…this,” Steve finishes, with a wave of his hand at the pile.
Darcy just saunters over to him, presses a kiss to his cheek, and replies, “yeah, you should know by now to never leave me alone unsupervised in Target’s Halloween department.”
A/N: changed one word of the prompt, but it still means the same. Happy reading!
“Betty, could you hold the ladder for me while I pin this up?” Veronica, from her precarious spot at the top of the tower, watches as Betty registers her position and rushes to the base of the ladder.
“Ronnie, why did you ask me before you climbed all the way up the ladder?”
The girl is question shrugs. “I didn’t need your help until then.”
Betty sighs, taking one hand off the ladder to motion Veronica to continue with her task. She reaches over to place the fabric banner where it needs to be, a stretch of skin appearing as her Vixen shirt rides up. Betty pretends she isn’t staring.
Ronnie lifts one leg up to give herself more reach, almost her entire torso hovering over the ten-foot drop next to the ladder.
Betty shouts, exasperated. “Ronnie! If you need to reach further over, just move the ladder! You’re going to give me a heart attack.”
“Oh, Bettyboo, you’ll be fine.”
She sighs. “Please, just move the ladder, Ronnie.”
“Why don’t you come up here and make me?”
Ronnie looks down at her, and eyebrow raised, banner temporarily forgotten.
Betty pauses, the look on Veronica’s face a little too intense for Betty to brush off. At a loss for words, her mouth bobs open and closed before finally settling on, “Why don’t you come down here and make me?”
Ronnie snaps out of her gaze, shaking her head and laughing. “Bets, that doesn’t even make sense.”
“Chop chop, ladies,” Cheryl interrupts, moving past them while looking over the clipboard in her hand. “This gym won’t decorate itself.” She finally looks up at the two of them, hair swinging around her shoulder and eyebrow raised. “And please, stop flirting. It’s like watching two hobos make love in an alleyway.” With that, she walks off once more, a blushing B and V in her wake.
52. “I’m drunk,” is a bad answer to the question, “Why would you do that Black?” when posed by my Head of House or any other figure of authority. Even if I was joking.
A/N: This is dedicated
to @ihavetogetoutofhere. I hope it’s as good as you were hoping!
Whistling to himself, Sirius winked at the fourth year
standing in front of the Gryffindor Common Room entrance, smirking when she
giggled in return with glee.
He still had it.
He told the fat lady the password, stepping inside of the
opening and paused in his step at the sight.
A large banner had been hung from the ceiling, with the word
“Intervention” written in bold, red
letters across the white fabric. Beneath the banner, there was a group of
people standing there, facing the doorway where he was standing.
Among the group were his three best friends: James Potter,
Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew.
Glancing at some of the other people in the room, like
Marlene McKinnon, Lily Evans, the one kid he’d tried to give a tattoo to, and –
what was McGonagall doing here? –
Sirius turned to look at James, raising one eyebrow.
“Wish you would have told me we were doing an intervention.
I would’ve worn my intervention robes. Who’s the poor sod we’re going after?”
James and Remus glanced at each other, before Peter bravely
stepped forward, “It’s you, Sirius. We’re here to talk about you.”
Both of his eyebrows shot up.
“Me? Why the hell would we need to – Wait. This is a joke,
isn’t it,” Sirius huffed under his breath, his eyes lightening, “This is funny.
Good joke, guys.”
Peter frowned, “It’s not
“Sure it’s not,”
Sirius winked, smirking as he folded his arms and leaned against the still open
“Just,” Peter paused, looking around at the others, frowning
when no one appeared to want to step in to help, “Why don’t you have a seat.”
“I’m fine here,” Sirius assured his friend, shrugging his
“Have a seat, Mr. Black,” Professor McGonagall barked,
causing the three closest students to here to flinch.
Sirius, who was used to McGonagall’s raised voice by now,
rolled his eyes and walked over to a chair placed in front of the fireplace. He
plopped down into the seat and looked around, appreciating the strategic
placement of the chair. His back was towards a wall and everyone in the group
was standing in front of them. He could see every one of their faces.
They all stood silent, staring intensely at Sirius.
Uncomfortable, he shifted in his chair and waved his hand,
“C’mon then. Get started. What is this intervention for?”
“Your drinking problem,” Peter replied nervously.
“My – “, Sirius blinked, his brain faltering as he tried to
understand what his friend was referring to, “My what?”
“Your drinking problem,” Peter repeated, answering with a
little more confidence than he’d had before.
“I don’t have a drinking problem,” Sirius replied flatly.
Peter smiled smugly, “That’s what someone with a drinking
problem would say.”
Sirius groaned, shooting a look over at James and Remus,
hoping that they’d step forward to help him out.
Remus had a frown on his face as though he were seriously
concerned about the outcome of this conversation.
James had his hand covering his mouth and he looked as
though he were trying to hold back his laughter.
“Mr. Black,” Professor McGonagall spoke, drawing his
attention away from James and towards her, “Your friends here are concerned for
you, and quite frankly I am as well. The amount of times you have admitted to
being drunk as an excuse for why you’ve broken a rule or acted out is
Groaning, Sirius rubbed his eyes as he admitted, “I was just
joking. I thought you knew that, Professor. I’m not actually drunk all the
time, just stupid, apparently.”
“Be that as it may,” she continued, “I invite you to listen
to the concerns of your friends and classmates and think long and hard about
what they have to say.”
She stepped forward, “I look forward to hearing from you how
it turned out. I want you in my office after dinner this evening so we can
Sirius grumbled to himself, muttering under his breath,
“Jeeze, I need a drink.”
Overhearing him as she passed by, McGonagall reached down
and smacked the back of Sirius’ head, causing him to yelp out in more surprise
than in pain.
Rubbing the tender spot, Sirius glared at McGonagall’s
retreating figure as she left the common room. Turning back to the others, and
realizing that his fate had been sealed – no thanks to James who was sniggering
behind his fingers – Sirius slumped in his seat and waved for the first person
It was the small kid he’d tried giving a tattoo to several
“Hi,” he said nervously, looking down from a little white
notecard he held tightly in his hands, “My name is Michael. A few months ago, I
went to you to get a tattoo, but when I arrived you were completely drunk. This
was unprofessional and frightening. If you would like to continue on with your
career as a tattoo artist, and get more clients, you must do something about your drinking problem.”
“Oh, I don’t want to be a tattoo artist anymore,” Sirius
“You – you don’t?” Michael stuttered, looking a mix in between
disbelief and relieved.
“Nah,” Sirius answered, leaning his head back to rest
against the head, “That was so three months ago.”
“Not to mention he sucks at drawing,” James chimed in,
grunting when Remus smacked him in his gut.
“Well, this can still affect any future employment you may
have – “
“Boring!” Sirius yelled out, cutting Michael off in the
middle of his sentence, “You’ve made your point. No need to continue on. Now,
Sirius smiled when a girl from their year stepped forward, a
frown etched onto her face, and her arms folded tightly in front of her chest.
“Ah, Marlene, what a joy it is to see you.”
“Can’t say the same, Black,” Marlene replied with a huff,
“You need to quit it with the drinking. You’re obnoxious and overly touchy, not
to mention you constantly try and attack my cat.”
“Well, if your cat wasn’t such an a-hole, maybe I wouldn’t
have to,” he retorted.
“What has my cat ever done to you?” Marlene growled.
“What hasn’t she done?” Sirius replied, just as
“Guys, guys,” James said stepping forward, holding his hands
up in between them as though he were ready to hold both of them back if push
came to shove, “Let’s not get into this now. Marlene, Sirius hates your cat,
but when he drinks, he actually gets overly affectionate with it.”
Sirius gasped in outrage, “How dare you tell her my
Marlene blinked surprised as James ignored his friend and
continued, “All those crappy stunts he’s pulled were when he was sober. And,
honestly, he’s kind of overly touchy on a normal day, drinking doesn’t change
that. And really, when is he not obnoxious?”
“Okay,” Sirius interjected, holding his finger up, “I know
you’re trying to defend me here, but that’s just hurtful.”
“Shut up, Sirius,” both Remus and James spoke at the same
Sirius sunk back into his seat, his pout becoming more
prominent. Marlene thought through James points before nodding her head and
conceding, “Alright, you make a good point.”
She turned to Sirius and pointed her index finger directly
in his face, “I don’t care if you’re sober or not, you stay away from my cat.”
“I will if she does,” Sirius answered petulantly, watching
as Marlene turned and walked away.
“Alright? Who’s next?” James prompted, smiling eagerly when
Lily stepped forward.
Sirius rolled his eyes as Lily completely ignored the star
struck James, instead favoring to shoot a glare at him.
“You need to stop pulling pranks so much for the next few
“I thought we were here about my ‘drinking problem’,” Sirius
retorted, “Not about pranking.”
Lily waved her hand, as though she were shooing Sirius’
comment away and said unconcernedly, “Yeah, yeah. Drinking is bad. You’re young
and full of hope with much life to give. For your own self-worth, please stop
She folded her arms and continued, “But, we’ve got our exams
coming up soon, and I cannot be constantly worried about what you’re going to
be doing next. I need to focus on my studies. So, please, just step back with the major pranks.”
“You think about me often?” Sirius asked with a wink,
raising his eyebrows suggestively as he ignore the glare James was shooting his
way, “Besides, why am I the only one getting a lecture?”
“Because we all know most of the pranks are your idea,” Lily shot back immediately.
Sirius snuck a glance over at the other three who shrugged
unconcerned. Sure, they each came up with a fair amount of prank ideas on their
own, but they didn’t mind if Sirius took most of the credit, or in this case,
“Well, I will certainly take that into consideration,”
Sirius responded with a salute.
Lily grumbled, nodding over at Marlene who followed behind
her, and left the room, mumbling under her breath at how this was a waste of
time and she could have been doing something actually productive instead.
Sirius watched the two girls go, before turning to another
kid who he’d never met before and was munching on some nuts.
“So, what do you have to say?” Sirius asked him with a nod, “Why’re
The kid shrugged, “Oh, I’m just here for the snacks.”
“Nice,” Sirius answered back with a nod of approval, turning back to
Peter, seeming to realize that this intervention had not
gone the way he’d planned, stepped forward and quickly said, “Sirius, you are
one of my best friends. In fact, I feel we’re more than friends. As James
always says, we’re brothers. And when I see you drink in an attempt to wash
away your sorrows, it makes me sad. We just want to help you.”
Remus nodded and added, “We love you, Sirius. We’re here for
you. Anything you need, you let us know, and we’ll be right here. But, please,
for everyone’s sake, you really don’t need the bottle as much as you think you
Sirius glanced over at James, “What do you think?”
He didn’t think he had a drinking problem. In fact, he
couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a drink. He did know that he blamed
drinking on his actions just the night before, but that wasn’t really the same
James shrugged, “Drinking never solved anyone’s problems.
Not long-term, anyway. Besides, we just want our brother back.”
Sirius nodded as James stepped forward, pulling him into a
The room broke out into applause, many of the girls letting
out coos and sighs of happiness at the tender display of affection between the
two best friends.
Beside James pulled away, he whispered in Sirius’ ear, so no
one else could hear him, “I know you don’t actually have a drinking problem.
But, perhaps you put aside the alcohol jokes for just a little while. Peter was very insistent despite mine and Remus’ protests.”
Sirius pulled back and squinted suspiciously, “So, there were protests?”
James smirked, clapping Sirius on the back, before responding in a slightly mocking tone, “What do you think?”
Sirius whipped over to look at Remus who still looked concerned.
He scanned h is body language for any sign of betrayal, feeling a sense of victory when he saw Remus’ hand twitch slightly.
He caught Remus’ gaze and wasn’t surprised to see a slight twinkle of mischief resting in the back.
Feeling proud of his best friends, he turned and smiled at the group of people still surrounding him and spoke in a confident voice, “Thank you all
for coming and being here as a support to me. It warms my heart to know there
are so many who are invested in my well-being. I promise from here on out, I
will try to do better!”
Another round of applause filled the room.
Sirius waited for everyone to settle down and the room was nearly silent before he nodded at James, winked exaggeratedly at Remus (who rolled his eyes in response) and announced proudly, “Well, this feels like a success. Let’s pull out some
drinks to celebrate. Who’s with me?”
He smirked when the room let out a collective groan.
Hi love your blog, could I request a Scenario with Joshua where he forgets its your birthday and the other members tell him so he feels like shit and tries to make it up to you. Sorry if it's confusing >.< thanks anyway!!
What? No this wasn’t confusing at all ♥ Hope you like ^^
You felt your eyes begin to droop again and this time you didn’t try to stop them. You’d been fighting your fatigue for so long, seeing as Joshua still wasn’t home. However as the clock struck 1 and you still lay alone on your couch, you stopped trying to fight off the sleep and allowed your eyes to shut, trying not to cry. Not one text. Not one call. Not one note. He had forgotten. He was the last person you expected to forget your special day. You sighed, rolling over. The rain finally fell as you fell asleep, the small lamp on your table still glowing brightly in the otherwise dark room as you drifted into unconsciousness.
The door clicked shut quietly yet the sound was still enough to wake you. You sat upright slowly to see Jisoo finally come in, glancing at the clock next to you and finding it was already 3 am. You sighed, swinging your legs over the couch and stifling a yawn. “Sorry, jagiya. Did I wake you?” He asked softly. He had a gentle smile on his face as usual, but seeing it just made you even more upset. The tears built up as you stared at him and his smile vanished, his face taken over by worry. “Yah, what’s wrong?” He asked, walking over to you and kneeling down in front of you. You shook your head and stood up, walking towards your room and locking the door before he could follow you. “I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me what’s happening!” He yelled, opting to sleep on the sofa after getting no reply. You didn’t want to make a huge deal out of things but you were seriously upset. Burying your face in your pillow, you drifted off for the second time that morning with a tear stained face.
When you woke up Jisoo was already gone. You looked at the clock to find it was only 8. Walking into the kitchen with a rumbling tummy to see a pink note on the counter. You picked it up, running your hand through your hair as you read it. ’I’m sorry for whatever I did, Jagi. I’ll come home early today okay? Saranghae~~~’ You smiled a little but then realised he still didn’t know what he’d done wrong. You got ready for work in silence, mulling, and left. Your mind was flooded and you weren’t even sure what to feel.
“Jisoo? What’s wrong?” Jeonghan asked gently, watching Jisoo as he sat staring into space as he had so much that day. They were having yet another break, as Hoshi had pointed out that Jisoo ‘seemed out of it’. The other members had gone to get food and so Jisoo was left in the practice room with Jeonghan and Seungcheol. He sighed heavily, making Jeonghan frown. Seungcheol looked up from his phone and furrowed his brow. “So… did you do anything special with Y/N yesterday?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood. Jisoo looked at him in confusion. “What? I got home late, remember? Why, should I have done something?” “Jisoo, was Y/N mad at you last night?” Jeonghan sighed, shaking his head gently. “How did you know?” “Ah, Jisoo-yah, are we really working you that hard?!” Seungcheol said loudly, only half-joking. “What day was yesterday?” Jisoo’s face changed as realization dawned on him. “Fuck…” he whispered, making Jeonghan ’s eyes widen. Jisoo never usually swore in any circumstance. “Do you want to leave now? She’s still at work, make it up to her now!” Seungcheol suggested. Jisoo buried his face in his hands for a moment, letting out a small moan before looking back up at the other two members with an air of helplessness. “She gets back in a few hours. Help me?” The other members smiled in determination. “Right… let’s wait for the others.” Jisoo said, clapping his hands with a smirk. He was determined to make it up to you no matter what.
You trudged home in the cold weather, exhausted from the day’s work. You still bore yesterdays sadness, wondering if Jisoo had figured out what had happened. He wasn’t due home for another couple of hours, and so you didn’t expect to walk inside to see anything special. You opened the door, fumbling for the light as you met darkness. As the light flickered on, you heard the sound of Jisoo’s guitar. You stood shocked in the doorway as you heard his voice too, singing and sounding just as angelic as usual. He sang a song you had never heard before, the lyrics sweet and his sincerity sweeter. The other members made appearances one by one, and by the time the song was over you found your vision blurred with tears. Jisoo smiled up at you, setting his guitar down and heading for you. Only then did you notice how they’d decorated the room. Gold and white fabric banners hung everywhere, and white flowers sat all around. Gold and white balloons with your age on were everywhere, and presents were piled up on the table, 13 in total; 1 from each member. Jisoo disregarded the other members, taking off your coat and setting it aside before putting his hands on your waist and pulling you in for a soft kiss on your lips. You kissed him back, wiping your tears with your sleeve as the members made a mix of noises ranging from ‘ewwww’ to ‘awwww’. Jisoo laughed, picking up a small box from the top of the gift pile. This one was the only one that was unwrapped, but you could tell what it was. A black box, velvet, with a silver logo on the top. You smiled at him as he pointed it towards you, the other members smiling as they watched intently. He opened it for you, revealing a small silver locket. It had a heart shaped pendant with your name engraved on the top. Your eyes became clouded with tears again as he opened the pendant, a picture of the two of you hugging inside. The other members cheered as he put it around your neck, breaking the silence. His arm snaked around your waist and he gave you quick peck, speaking to you for the first time that day as the other members disappeared into your kitchen. “Jagiya. I am so sorry I forgot your birthday. I was working quite hard and it must have slipped my mind. It’s not that it didn’t matter to me… and…” he trailed off as you stared at him. You pressed your lips to his passionately, tears falling again. He pulled away and this time he wiped your tears for you. “I know. It’s fine. I’m sorry for getting so upset…” you mumbled. “I love you.” You added with a small smile. He grinned, about to respond when suddenly the members came out of the kitchen, cheering loudly. In Hoshi’s hands was a large cake, making your eyes light up. They began to sing happy birthday, Joshua joining in in his sweet voice. Once they’d finished, the members went to cut the cake and Joshua stroked your arm gently, leaning in for another kiss. “I love you too.” He murmured against your lips before pulling you towards him. “Happy birthday, babe.”
I know this wasn’t my best and I’m really sorry about that but I am sick atm and school is not giving me any time to recover -_- I hope you liked even a little and I’m sorry to everyone because I haven’t been posting very much but now you know my reason ^~^ I’ll try post more later if I can ♥ Thank you all for your continued support and love and patience~~