have you even been keeping up

Like so many of us at Marvel and in the comics industry I had the pleasure to get to know and fall in love with Flo Steinberg. If you’ve kept up with any of the tributes and stories that have been told about her these last few days you’ve come to understand how it was impossible not to. I’ve been struggling with just what to say that could possibly pay proper tribute to someone who had accomplished so much, lived so fully and was filled with such warmth and cheer. But knowing Flo and who she was I’m pretty sure she’d simply say to keep it short, so I will.

There are very few people on this planet who are given the sobriquet “Fabulous Flo.” There are even fewer who actually live up to it.

She was the original “Woman Of Marvel” and I will miss her dearly.

JQ

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anonymous asked:

All you roman fans are fucking intolerant and when someone makes a legit point you get your fat asses up and try to defend him. it's called fucking free speech and you should fucking respect it. don't be a motherfucker and try to tell people to stay off things when your ass will invade anything anti Roman to defend him, your ass is just getting The other side of it. Fuck you and fuck your fandom. Keep your ass shut or it'll get ducking dragged

Who the hell are you talking to? I haven’t even said anything today. I haven’t even been on Tumblr that much. I don’t have time to deal with you haters today I’m sitting here grieving and you want to be assholes 

anonymous asked:

16, 98, 36 with either jimin or namjoon?

Prompt: “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway” + “Take a deep breath” + “We’ll figure it out

Words: 555.

Raiting: Fluff.

Prompt list ♡

A big action comes with a bigger responsability. Both you and Namjoon are young, but you’re mature enough to deal with any type of adversity.

The moonlight is your only companion that night, in which your brain is going through some tough thinking. Besides you, Namjoon is sound asleep and you even doubt he’s gonna wake up if you keep moving around on the bed. He’s been busier than usual and you partially feel grateful he’s been away most of the time because, honestly, you didn’t know how to break the news to him.

And you still don’t know. You eventually get tired of trying to fall asleep without having any success so you get up from the bed as silently as you can and head out to the balcony of your shared bedroom. As soon as you open the sliding door, the cold breeze hits your face and you start feeling a little bit calmer than before.

Even though you shouldn’t be calm. You have all your reasons to be in panic but since that’s probably not the smartest thing to do, you just try to reason like an adult. You were in deep trouble, the both of you. Did you know how to fix it? Of course not. Were you trying to fix it? Not really.

You’re so focused in your own worries that you don’t notice Namjoon is awake now, and is looking at you very confused. He ends up getting up from the bed as well and in less than ten seconds he’s sliding the door behind you.

“Fuck, you scared me”. You say, bending your knees until they’re touching your chest and bringing a hand to your beating heart.

“M’ sorry”. He mumbles, half asleep and half trying to get used to the freezing air.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up”

It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway”. That’s a big lie, you know for sure, but Namjoon is very bad when it comes to pretending so you just ignore his lacking efforts and go with it.

You both stay in silence for some time. The thoughts that were forgotten for a moment come back to you with a slap on the face, but there’s a difference: now that he’s there next to you, you feel the weight of the issue way heavier than before.

“I’m pregnant”. You say out of the sudden. And you burst out in tears. Namjoon looks at you dumbfounded. Reality hits him a few seconds before your confession but he can’t even move. He knew something was up. He knew you were acting strange. But not strange as in a bad way: strange as in a sweeter way. It was not his fault as he had thought: it was the baby’s fault.

You’re thinking about a million scenarios, the worst of them all. And you don’t expect feeling his strong arms engulf you in a loving hug so that makes you cry even harder.

Take a deep breath, baby girl. It’s gonna be alright”. Namjoon knows it’s gonna be alright. He has to believe that, because that baby was not made by just one person. “We’ll figure it out. I promise”

He takes your head with both hands and looks at you straight in the eye, not being able to avert his gaze from your beautiful orbs. He then kisses you softly, a long yet sweet kiss. A kiss that is telling that indeed, everything is going to be alright.

Coffee with a side of Yandere - Chapter 1

-On AO3-


“I am so tired… Mr Han has exhausted me so much with some of this work, I have no idea if I can cope for much longer on my own…” You bit your lip as you heard Jaehee on the verge of tears down the phone. “If I keep going as I am, how are we going to be able to open that café? I probably won’t have time to even get to the premises we purchased a few weeks ago…”

For the past few months, you and Jaehee had been planning together to open a café. For the time being, whilst the two of you were unable to open up the café due to the need to buy equipment, some of the stock, and even to straight up decorate most of the building, Jaehee decided to keep her job working as Jumin’s assistant. You were busy decorating the building as best as you could for the time being, and whenever she could, Jaehee did help, but it was obvious that she was tired quite a lot.

You had repeatedly encouraged Jaehee to hand in her letter of resignation to Jumin, however… She was insistent on earning as much money as possible to keep the café afloat within its first few months of business.

“Jaehee… You can’t keep doing this to yourself.” It was this time where you were putting your foot down. “I don’t want you pressuring yourself working as Jumin’s assistant like this anymore…”

“MC, please, I…” She fell silent, before sighing quietly. “Are you at the building where we are having the café at the moment?”

“Yes.”

“Then… can I come and spend some time with you? Perhaps being with you can help me to relax…” But you had no idea what was going to happen soon.

Jaehee had arrived, before she then said that she wanted a particular type of tea to help her with relaxing. You had happily obliged, and headed to the store room. “Lemon balm tea… Lemon balm tea…” You browsed through the shelves of different types of tea ready for when the café was to open, before suddenly, the door of the store room slammed shut. Your eyes widened, before you ran over to it. “J- Jaehee! The door has closed!” You shouted, hitting the door for a few moments.

Jaehee’s breathing was heard from the other side of the door, before you heard her press her hand and forehead against it. After that, her voice broke through the gap under the door, slow and emotionless. “I know.” You held in your breath at the shock of what Jaehee had said, before she began speaking once more. “I can’t lose you, MC… You have been the only one truly supportive of me, aside from Zen at times… You were the one who encouraged me to open up the café and follow my dreams… I need you somewhere safe, before the other RFA members… Before they…” You could feel the door shaking now. “Mr Han has been speaking of hiring you. Zen wants you to rehearse lines with him. Yoosung wants you to play games with him, and help him with studying! And Luciel… Luciel loves to joke around with you, as though he is flirting! V is the only one I can trust with you, but he’s Mr Han’s friend…” Jaehee sounded as though she was sobbing now, and she had hit the door. “I’m not losing you, MC… Please, trust me…”

You wanted to trust Jaehee, you honestly did… But… She had imprisoned you against your will. But there had to be a reason for it, right? Maybe… The workload as Jumin’s assistant made her snap. That had to be it…

After that, you sat down on the store room steps, before reaching for your pocket to take hold of your phone to call Jumin. Then a shocking realisation sank in. Your phone was outside on the counter!

Moments later, you heard a quiet whisper from the other side of the door again. “MC… I will be back later, okay? I’ll bring you some clothes and blankets… You’ve got water and food in there to last you for a short while…” After that, there was silence. Jaehee had gone… You didn’t have your phone… And you were locked in the café store cupboard. Well, today was going great.





Without realising it, you had fallen asleep at some point in the store room. You woke up once more to feel something wrapped around you… You sat up, and realised that it was a blanket. Then, your eyes widened. You had missed your chance to escape because you fell asleep! But then… something else caught your eye. It was… oh no.

Bars… Bars in front, bars underneath, bars above, below, and to the sides…. You were caged up!

You went into a panic just as the store room door opened once more, and Jaehee emerged on the steps. She stared straight at you, before she smiled. “You’re awake… I’m happy about that, MC… Don’t fret, okay? I can let you out soon when the threats are out of the way…” She then walked over to the cage, and you realised that she had something in her hands. “I’ve been trying out a new coffee type, could you tell me what you think of it?” She then kneeled down on the floor, and pushed what was in her hands between the bars.

You stared at the drink for a good few moments, before reluctantly taking a sip. It was… bitter, yet there was a slight fruitiness to it afterwards. Jaehee seemed eager for an opinion, so you forced on a smile – a very forced smile – before speaking. “It… It’s nice….” You then finished the drink at her insistence, before a smile formed on her face.

“Good… Well, see you later… Zen is visiting the café soon to help out. Maybe he can join us!”

anonymous asked:

My bfs past is driving me insane I can't stop thinking about how many girls he's slept with and although I wouldn't let it break us up because I love him so much it disgusts me and hurts when it's comes into my head or I see one off the girls about town I don't know what to do this has been an issue for about a year now and I just can't find a way to get over it and forget so we can finally move on and be happy xx

But you can’t really say anything because you weren’t together and he may have not even known you, someone’s past is someone’s past, It won’t help you or your relationship if you keep thinking and bringing it up. Lots of guys have slept with lots of girls these days, I wouldn’t worry about it. Just focus on your relationship and be happy together, his with you now and loves you, unless his given you any reason to doubt that then forget about his past and maybe talk to him about it so he can reassure you that he loves you!

I went back to watch old speepaints and artists that I’ve looked up to for years. I’ve watched these artists grow and improve for years and have been floored by them. Then I went and watched my recent speedpaint and realised that, even if I didn’t always want to believe it, I grew as an artist too. I’ve finally become the artist I’ve always wanted to. Never give up on your art, keep going and you’ll become what you’ve looked up to for so long.

Keep your head up

Listen guys, I know it hasn’t technically been the best week but we can’t let this bring us down, the twins may not be happy but it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be, the twins wouldn’t want us to be sad because that makes them more sad, even if they don’t post we have to accept it, go outside take a deep breathe, if you have a dog or sibling or just spend time with your family, go on a trip I know it’s hard, it’s hard for me too they’ve helped me meet the most incredible people in my life ever since i watched their first video I finally smiled for real for the first time in a long time of you ever need someone to talk too, share your feelings, talk about your feelings, I’m here for you I may be young but I have been through so much that I understand that we are each going with our own struggles behind close doors but the simplest things can make it so much better❤️❤️

Imma colour this in later! I made this last night, had friends over and I haven’t slept in two days. ;v; My eyeballs hurt.

I literally can’t keep up with all these theories, gosh darn it!! October will be my death, like– there’s only so much time to drawwwww. Wish I didn’t have to sleep, man. I could make so much more cool shit. ;v;

Anyway, hope you enjoy this doodle! It’s been a while since I doodled some non comic related stuff! :0

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Please bear with me and read what happened. I am absolutely shocked.. So Milklim Japan has decided to sell t-shirts that have my stolen illustration printed on them. YOU READ THAT CORRECTLY… Yes MILKLIM!!!

I’m not sure if they bought these shirts supplied from Taobao or if they directly lifted my design, but it doesn’t matter they continue to support art theft.

Many people including myself have commented on Milklim’s Instagram and so far they have been ignoring us and so far HAVE NOT RESPONDED. I even tried to contact them via Twitter, I received no response. They have not reached out to contact me, they have not done anything. They are just keeping this up and not responding to comments in both English and Japanese (they have no excuse they CAN read it)

I’m just absolutely floored right now, you all know me on this blog I’ve been loving and supporting Milklim for years. I have always had a dream to design and illustrate in Japan for Harajuku brands, but I can’t be there right now. But it doesn’t matter, my ideas are still being stolen by Japanese brands. My dream feels like a lie. And the integrity and creativity of Harajuku nowadays seems to be fading fast.

Please reblog this. Please spread the message. I’m only 1 small artist and I can’t do this alone. Because stuff like this keeps happening including aliexpress and a Shibuya 109 store that stole my art in 2016… I am NO LONGER posting or making art. I’ve stopped. Because I’m heartbroken. I’m sorry everyone.

Just Let It End... No More Drama

I had seen some people talking about the drama that’s been going on surrounding Sean and Signe, and I hadn’t really known what was going on until it popped up on my Twitter. It’s not my intention to stir things up, so I want to say just one thing about this whole situation and then let it all end.

It’s a really fucked up situation. The fact that all these accusations are flying, and have stemmed from absolutely nowhere… to me, it’s just baffling, and it’s not something I think I’ll ever understand. It’s fairly clear that this girl is delusional and there isn’t anything we can do to change that. She claims we’re white knighting the two and that we can’t “face the truth”, which just makes no sense to me.

Now, I haven’t seen this happening a lot, but the one thing she is right about is how we’ve been responding to the situation. I know that most of you have been good about all of this, but please keep in mind that we shouldn’t talk down to people and say mean things about them, even if what they are doing is absolutely inconceivable. This girl has to be going through something in her own life to make her act in this way. Saying mean things or threatening her is not going to do us any good.

I know it sucks. I know we want it all to end. But I’m sure no one wants it to end more than Sean and Signe. And I’m sure that the more we bring it up, the more irritating it is. So, as much as I hate to say it, the best thing we can do in this situation is just let it go. We need to stop giving this girl attention and let this all fade away. I know that we want to support Sean and Signe because we care about them, but this really isn’t our battle to fight. Signe did the right thing by blocking this person and eventually this will all blow over, I’m sure of it.

That said, I appreciate this community so much. And it’s nice to see everyone stick up for each other. But please, do it in the right way. For this situation, I think the right way really is to do nothing. I hope you all agree.

Things to expect in your first year of uni:

1. Sometimes you don’t make a solid group of friends straight away, so don’t feel too upset. I’m a second year and I’ve only really now started adding people on Facebook and forming casual friendships. It happens. If you do make good friends - awesome.

2.  Pre-readings and online modules prior to lectures and/or tutorials. DO THEM. Skim through readings if you’re short on time, and do the prep work the week before. Trust and save yourself from having to go through everything within days (multiplied by X units) before your exams.

3. Realising once you’re in your new home no, you did not need to pack every belonging you have, because yes, everything DOES. NOT. FIT.

4. Realising how much stuff you have but don’t need.

5. If moving out of home, bills and rent or paying for accommodation can be STRESSFUL.

6. ~Adulting~

7. How sometimes boring general core units are. It sucks but have to be done.

8. Your tutor not haggling you about studying more and stuff, ‘cause that’s all on you. If it’s the tutor’s fault, I would suggest bringing that up with the head of the school/faculty or even your student guild to think of solutions.

9. By approx. week 5 to week 6, class numbers begin to exponentially drop, most significantly within the last three weeks of semester.

10. Yes, older people study at uni too. Most of them are nice, genuine, and nervous. Yes, sometimes they do older people things.

11. There are many, many intelligent and kind people in university.

12. Some people have significantly different work ethics.

13. Going to the wrong class across the year is a-OK. I walked into an upper year math lecture and realised the lecturer wasn’t who mine actually was. Whispered very loudly “OH MY GOD” and walked straight out. We’ve all been there. Just kindly walk out and pretend nothing even happened.

14. University life is more than academics. Take a leap and do things.

15. You’ll have to do more than your degree to get to where you want to be.

16.  People party a lot, you can be one of them but if you want to keep up your grades, please balance it with your studies, work and other commitments!

17. University can either be harder or easier than high school. For me? Easier so far. Further units will be difficult. But you’ll learn a lot of useful and enriching knowledge which is worth something more than what you might learn in high school.

18. Seating plans don’t exist, but if you’re gonna change seats every week, you’re most definitely messin’ up the system.

What other things can first years expect? Whether you’re fresh out of first-year like me or a tertiary education veteran, I’ll make sure to update this continuously with all of our input!

anonymous asked:

I know you probably have a lot of requests with the gods and monsters - but would you ever do an Ares based one?

Zeus’s mistress Io remains in her form of a cow, guarded by Hera’s servant Argus, and Hera is content.

She will remain in that form until her death. Hera hopes that lying with her husband was worth the sacrifice.

Zeus won’t speak to her, unwilling to admit the cow is actually his lover and ensure her death, and equally unwilling to stand against his wife to try and rescue her. Hera has him just where she wants him, and it can’t last, it never does, but she intends to enjoy it while it does.  

Then Artemis comes to her, gold and fierce. She never flinches away from her queen, staring her in the face as if she is nothing more than another of her huntresses. If Hera did not hate her for being her husband’s daughter, she thinks she might actually like the girl. “Io has a destiny,” she says, “you must let her go.”

“I don’t care for her destiny,” Hera says idly, “especially when that destiny involves getting with my husband’s child.”

“She is to give birth to a new line of kings,” Artemis hisses, “to be the wife of a death god, to be mother goddess of a whole new people. She is not meant for us. You must let her go.”

“I am Hera,” she says, “I am Queen. I must do nothing.”

Artemis growls, hand twitching for her bow, but Hera only raises an eyebrow. Let the girl try. There are few that can stand against her, and the huntress is not among them. Artemis lets out a low breath and says, “Do it, my queen, and I will grant you what it is you most desire.”

“Some peace and quiet?” Hera asks.

“A child,” she answers. “Let Io go, let her fulfill her destiny as a goddess of the Black Land of the Nile. If you do that, I, the patron goddess of childbirth, will personally use every ounce of power I possess to ensure you conceive and deliver a child of Zeus.”

Hera’s eyes narrow, “Neither my power nor his has ever been able to achieve this. What makes you think you are any different?”

“We all have our domains,” she says, “just as you cannot command the sea, just as your husband has no power over the art of weaving, so can I ensure a healthy child when you could not.”

She taps her fingers against her throne. They call her a mother goddess, though she’s raised no children. Hephaestus may be her precious son, but he doesn’t know that it was not her that threw him from Olympus. Very few people know that. And she didn’t raise him regardless, that honor belongs to Hecate.

A child, of her and Zeus. A child she can raise.

“I accept,” she announces. “You may take her, and Zeus may fulfill her destiny.” She leans forward, brings the oppressive weight of her power to the fore and lowers the pressure of the air until Artemis is left shivering. “Know this, Patron Goddess of Childbirth. If Io births a son of Zeus before I do, I will travel to the Black Land of the Nile and slay her and her children with my own two hands. Not even Hades will be able to put her back together again.”

“Yes, my Queen,” Artemis says, unable to keep her teeth from chattering.

~

Hera is true to her word. She allows Hermes to think he’s tricked Argus and to steal Io away. She pretends to be outraged at the audacity, at the pure white cow traveling to the sands of the Nile.

Artemis is true to her word. Hera lies with Zeus, like she has so many times before, and a child grows inside of her. One day she stands before her husband and brings his hand to the swell of her stomach, “This is your child.”

Something almost like happiness steals across his face. She forgets, sometimes, that they hate each other only as much as they love each other. After so much time together, many would think it would be one or the other. They simply opted for both.

Artemis is there during the birth, her easy confidence more comforting then Hera will ever admit. Delivering Hephaestus was easy compared to this. She screams and cries and Hestia’s hands on her shoulders are all that keeps her from collapsing and begging someone to just cut the child from her. She doesn’t think she can die in childbirth, not with Artemis between her legs. She wishes she’d thought to ask before this began.

But she does not die. Her son is born, just as healthy and beautiful as Hephaestus was. “Well done,” Artemis says softly, placing the squirming child into her arms.

Zeus touches her hair and kisses his son’s forehead. “We shall call him Ares.”

“Very well,” she agrees, so tired her eyes struggle to stay open.

She hands her son to Hestia, and finally allows sleep to take her.

~

Ares grows into the spitting image of his father. Same copper-red skin, same silky black hair. Her husband keeps it short, but her son lets his grow long. The minutes Hera spends every morning brushing his hair are among her favorite.

He has an eager smile and a soft heart. Hera doesn’t know where he got it, since it’s certainly not from her or Zeus. Demeter tolerates his bumbling after her, though any time Kore attempts to meet her cousin Demeter’s temper frays. Poseidon allows Ares to explore the depths of the sea with a minor sea god acting as his guide. Apollo plays for him, and Artemis teaches him to hunt. Zeus’s lightning doesn’t burn his son, and when storms rage he takes Ares to the top of Olympus and teaches him to throw lightning bolts.

Hera selfishly does not allow Ares to go to the underworld. She knows he would be safe there, that Hades would protect him as he protected Hephaestus, but that’s precisely why she won’t allow it. They got to raise one of her sons already. It pains her to share Ares with them now.

He is happy, and kind, kinder than anyone would expect a child of her womb to be.

“He must choose a domain,” Zeus rumbles, watching Ares shoot arrows with perfect accuracy.

“He is a child still,” Hera says, “let him remain so for a little longer.”

“If he does not choose a domain,” Zeus warns, “one will choose him. We are gods. We must be gods of something.”

She flickers her gaze at him, and he scoots an inch away from her. “He is a child, and for now a child he will remain. We are not Demeter. We shall not thrust the responsibilities and power of a deity on a child who is not prepared for it.”

Zeus disapproves, but says nothing more.

Her son will be the god of something patient, something soft. The god of lost children, of heartbroken suitors, of forgiveness. Something where his gentle heart will aid him instead of hurt him.

She traded her happiness for power. She doesn’t regret it. But Ares doesn’t need to do the same – she’s the most powerful goddess that still walks the earth. He’s her son, and he’ll want for nothing she can provide.

~

Ares is almost fully grown, long hair reaching his hips even braided, and the strength of his limbs is such that he can keep up with Artemis on her most vigorous of hunts, that he can throw his father’s lightning bolts halfway across the world.

He’s been to every place, and met every god of the earth, sea, and sky.

Except for one.

 It’s not hard to find the volcano. He’s strong enough and old enough to take care of himself, and his mother does not worry when he says he’s going to the earth. But he did not tell her where, precisely, on the earth he was going.

He has strong legs.  It’s easy for him to climb to the top of the volcano. He’s almost made it there when something grabs his shoulders, stilling him. He turns, and stares into a single large eye. “What are you doing?” the cyclopes growls.

“I’m looking for Hephaestus,” he says, “He’s my brother.”

“My master has many brothers,” the cyclopes says.

Ares shakes his head. He is not the product of his father’s fling with a sprite or mortal. “I am Ares, son of Zeus and Hera. Just as Hephaestus is. I came here to meet my brother.” The cyclopes hesitates. He asks, “What’s your name?”

“Brontes,” he answers, surprised.

“Brontes,” he smiles, “I just want to meet him. I’ve never met him before. I won’t linger.”

There’s a moment where Brontes looks conflicted, and Ares tries to look as unassuming as possible. “Fine,” he huffs, “but don’t get angry at me if he dips you in lava.”

“That would be fun,” he says brightly. Lightning doesn’t burn him. So far the only thing hot enough to cause him pain is Hestia’s fire. He probably could go swimming in lava.

Brontes looks at him as if he’s slightly unhinged. He just keeps smiling.

~

There are more cyclopes underneath, and bright glittering machines that Ares can’t even begin to wrap his mind around. “Who are you?” someone demands, and a hand grabs his wrist and yanks him away from a boiling vat of lava that he’d been peering into.

He looks up at a man taller and broader than he is. He has skin almost as dark as the obsidian of his volcano, but lighter eyes. They are the color of dark amber, of molasses. “We have the same eyes,” he says happily.

Hephaestus releases him instantly. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Why not?” he asks, “The mortals talk of you. No one else will. But you’re my brother, right?”

“You shouldn’t be here,” he repeats, “Does Zeus know where you are?”

He shrugs, taking a step closer. His brother takes a step back. He wonders if he’ll have to treat Hephaestus like a spooked horse.  “Father doesn’t keep track of where I am. Mom know I’m on earth.” Hephaestus flinches, small enough that he almost doesn’t notice. “We have her eyes, you know.”

He can’t stop starring at Hephaestus’s skin. They do not work like mortals – Demeter, Hestia, Zeus, and Hera are all different shades despite coming from the same parents. But – Ares looks so much like his father. Kore looks like Demeter. Yet Hephaestus looks nothing like their father. He can see their mother in him, in the eyes and shape of his jaw, even in how angry he is right now. He looks like Hera does when she’s about to lose her temper, lips pressed into a thin line and the careful stillness of his shoulders.

“I wasn’t trying to make you angry,” he says plaintively, “I only wanted to say hello.”

Unlike their mother, Hephaestus lets out a deep breath and seemingly all of his anger along with it. “I’ve been avoiding you.”

“Why? You don’t even know me.”

Hephaestus kicks him lightly in the shin, the pretty gold and copper of his metal legs catching his eye. “You have legs, and I do not. Hera did not throw you from Mount Olympus as she threw me.”

Ares looks hard at his brother’s face. The stories say his mother threw her son away for being ugly, but he seems just as handsome as any other god Ares has seen. His features are strong and chiseled, and he supposes that could have looked unattractive on a baby, but –

– his mother loves him. Hera loves him with a ferocity only matched by her temper, she loves him at his most mischievous and irritable, loves him when a stray thunderbolt sets Demeter’s hair on end, loves him when even Artemis and Apollo have grown tired of his antics, loves him when Athena can tolerate no more of his questions. He is her son, and so her love comes without conditions.

He doesn’t think Hera would have loved his brother any less just because of how he looked.

He also knows that if he tries to say that, it’s likely Hephaestus will push him into a lava pit.

“Well, that’s not my fault,” he says, “If you don’t want us to be brothers, can’t we at least be friends?”

Hephaestus’s face softens. He looks like their mother then too.  He crosses his arms, “You can’t tell your parents.”

Our parents, he thinks but doesn’t say. “Obviously. Where did you get so many cyclopes?”

The last remnants of his brother’s stern façade shatters as he throws back his head and laughs.

~

Ares is very near maturity, more adult than child, and his father constantly pressures him to choose a domain. He usually quiets with one sharp glance from his wife, but the fact remains that it is time for Ares to take his place among the gods of the pantheon, to have temples in his name and worshipers like a proper deity.

He doesn’t really want any of that.  He wants to continue hunting with Artemis, learning with Athena, building with Hephaestus.

His brother lets him help out in his workshop sometimes, if he’s very careful and does exactly as he’s told. Otherwise he sits on a table, legs swinging, and watches his brother work and tells him about what he does in the time in-between visits. He talks about their mother enough that Hephaestus doesn’t flinch at her every mention, which Ares can only consider an improvement. Sometimes Brontes will stand beside him and they’ll eat sweet buns together.

Unfortunately, all things, good and bad, must come to an end.

~

There are two giants, Otus and Ephialtes, who grow tired of hearing of the golden boy of Olympus, who grow jealous of his kindness and his beauty.

These two giants sneak onto Mount Olympus in the middle of the night, sneak into Ares’s room, and kidnap him. They’re not stupid enough to attempt to kill him. Instead, they stuff him into an urn, and seal him inside. Ares rages and fights, uses every trick he can think of to break out his prison, but none of them work.

Stuck at the bottom of the urn and seething, he can’t help but think that if he’d listened to his father and chosen a dominion he might be strong enough to free himself. But he didn’t, so he can’t, and instead he waits.

And waits.

And waits.

Days turn to weeks turn to months. He knows they’re looking for him. He knows his mother will tear apart the whole universe attempting to find him if nothing else. But – what if they can’t? What if he’s stuck in this urn for the rest of eternity?

In his darkest moments, his sorrow turns to rage. He is a god, son of Hera and Zeus, how dare they do this to him?

Then, one day, the urn opens.

Hermes peers down into it, then his face splits into a grin. “We’ve been looking for you!” He reaches down and hauls Ares out, and for a moment all he can do is blink at the glaring sun. Then his vision clears, and he sees they’re in the midst of a battle. The giants are fighting against the gods, against his parents, against the twins, against his brother. It’s bloody carnage, but – he can’t help but feel touched that all these people came looking for him. “Almost everyone offered to help find you,” he says, “but Hera didn’t want to draw too much attention to ourselves trying to sneak into their territory.”

No sooner has Hermes finished speaking than a giant barrels into his mother with sickening snap. Her shoulder slopes at a grotesque angle, but it hardly even slows her down.

“I have to help,” he says, a desperate urgency filling him. They came to help him, and now they’re getting hurt. That’s never something he’d wanted.

“Ares, wait!” Hermes calls out as he goes hurtling toward the battle. He doesn’t wait. Fighting on the ground can only do so much good, they’re strong but they’re outnumbered one hundred to one. He darts to Artemis, twisting around the bodies she’s throwing over her shoulder. “I need your bow!”

“Ares!” she says joyously, then, “What?”

“Trust me,” he says, “give me your bow.” A giant comes running towards them. Artemis flips him over her shoulder while continuing to stare at him in confusion. He’d be impressed if he wasn’t so worried. “Artemis, please!”

She hands over her bow. She moves to give him her quiver of arrows as well, but he’s already moving away from her. Next it’s to his father, who’s hurtling lightning bolts towards the swarm of giants crowding him. They’re deadly, but only so effective at close-range. He grabs a sizzling lightning bolt right from Zeus’s hand, the only being on the planet who could do that and survive, and keeps running. “Get clear!” he calls out over his shoulder. “Everyone move!”

He runs up past Hermes, needing to get to high ground for this to work. “Get everyone off the battlefield,” he says to Hermes. “Now.”

Hermes pulls a face, but by the time he makes it to the top of the mountain, the gods have shaken off most of the giants, are far enough away that he doesn’t have to worry.

He can do this. He’s Ares, the son of Hera and Zeus. He’s been trained in archery by the great huntress herself. He breaths in, and strings his father’s lightning bolt like an arrow. He pulls it back, breaths out, and lets the lightning bolt fly.

It lands in the middle of the battlefield full of confused giants. With a great clap of thunder and a burst of light, they’re all gone.

All that remains of the traitorous giants is a crater.

The gods are approaching him, his mother at a limping gait that makes his chest ache. Zeus gets to him first, grin stretched wide as he grabs him by both his shoulders. “My boy! That was magnificent!”

“Thanks,” he says. The smell of charred flesh is in the air, and it makes his stomach roll.

They kidnapped him. They stuffed him in an urn for over a year. They hurt his mom.

That doesn’t mean he enjoyed it. He never wants to do anything like that ever again.

“This was destiny,” his father says enthusiastically, and Ares has no idea what he’s talking about. “This is what you’re meant to do, son.”

He stares. He hopes it’s not.

The other gods are still at the bottom of the mountain. Artemis and Apollo each have one of his mother’s arms slung over their shoulders and are helping her up the mountain. Hermes and Hephaestus aren’t far behind.

He’s never seen his father look so proud of him. There’s a leaden pit in his stomach he can’t explain.

“In honor of my son’s great feat,” Zeus booms, his voice carrying across air, speaking with the voice of the king of the gods so his words become law, so they spread to every corner of the world, “I declare him Ares, God of War.”

Ares can’t breathe.

This isn’t what he wanted.


gods and monsters series, part xvii

read more of the gods and monsters series here

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Things I love about this:

1) ‘I have been trying to contact you for fifteen minutes where were you!?’ Usually when trying to contact someone you call, wait fifteen minutes and then call again. But this makes it sound like Batman was blowing up Jason’s phone for fifteen straight minutes and that’s such a dad move I can’t even

2) Jason being a classic kid who thinks talking fast is going to somehow keep him from being grounded. I’ve been there

3) Bruce immediately dropping the stern act when Jason’s gone and grinning because he’s so proud of his good birb

4) Alfred and Bruce knowing how much Jason loves and needs his dad

5) “yes sir”

Dating Peter Parker Would Include.....

Homecoming spoilers. Pin for later when you’ve watched the film. :) I repeat, spoilers. SPOILERS.

  • Being his best friend, aside from Ned, of course.
  • Living just across the hall. It was actually how you two met back in the day when he used to visit Aunt May and Uncle Ben.
  • Struggling and mourning the loss of Uncle Ben, because let’s face it, you adored those two with all your heart. (They used to babysit you whenever your parents needed a last minute babysitter)
  • Rubbing the fact that Aunt May loves you more (even though she loves you two the same) in Peter’s face.
  • Enduring all of Aunt May’s larb jokes whenever you join them for Thai.
  • “I larb you, Peter. And I larb you too, [Y/N]
  • “Okay, Aunt May…..enough.” 
  • “What? You don’t larb me? Am I too lame to be larbed? Too cool to larb your awesome aunt? Not enough larb to go around to your good ole aunt? Saved all your larb for you one true larb, [Y/N]? Huh? Hm?”  
  • “Uh….we larb you too?” 
  • “Thank you, [Y/N]. At least someone larbs me.” 
  • Being completely supportive of Peter getting an internship with Tony Stark. 
  • Offering to help him with his internship.
  • Getting slightly offended that he doesn’t want help.
  • “Am I not smart enough to help you?” 
  • “What? God, no. It’s not that…..it’s um….I just have to do this on my own, that’s all. You know, no help. Strictly myself….” 
  • Competing against him with academic scores. 
  • Being extremely competitive with each other when it came to exams.
  • Going back and forth on having the highest grade.
  • Talking about going to the most prestige college and then changing your minds because you two could never leave Aunt May. 
  • Putting up with Ned being needy. 
  • “Ned….this is a date….between two people.” 
  • “Oh cool, I love pizza. I’ll just sit down right here and take a slice.” 
  • “Ned….” 
  • “Yeah, so anyway, you two should come over and help me build my lego deathstar. It’s legit.” 
  • Bickering with Ned, constantly. (But, loving him just as much as Peter)
  • Getting along great with Michelle. 
  • Roasting Peter and Ned into oblivion with her. 
  • Like full on roasts. It’s fantastic how long you and Michelle can go. 
  • I mean, it’s almost not fair how hard you go. 
  • But, in the end, Peter loves you and is sort of relieved that you get along with the people in his life. 
  • Movie marathons.
  • Cuddles for days.
  • Like the kind of cuddles that make you all warm and fuzzy inside.
  • You know, the ones where you just sigh happily in his arms and think that Disney World ain’t got shit on being the happiest place on earth. 
  • Netflixin’ and chillin’, (if you know what I mean, wink-wink) Forgive me, I forget that’s he’s fifteen. No sir, keep that in your pants now, you little rascal. And you? Don’t be puttin’ out, miss. 
  • Geeking out over Star-Wars, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, etc.
  • Going to Comic-Cons and dressing up.
  • Building and experimenting to the point where Aunt May and your parents scold you two for almost blowing up the complex.
  • Although, it’s not like you actually could blow up a building to that magnitude. 
  • And after the fire department threatened to arrest you two, you put an end to experimenting. 
  • Peter making you a playlist on your ipod. 
  • Listening to it all the time because you just love the songs he chose. 
  • No seriously, this playlist makes your heart stop with every song.
  • Peter always getting you your favorite muffin for breakfast before school.
  • He’ll even leave it at your front door in a cute little handwritten paper bag if he’s sick for the day.
  • Always being told he loves you.
  • Because, you’re the best thing that ever happened to him. 
  • You being embarrassed when he tells random strangers that he loves you. 
  • Like, you’ll be walking down the street and he’ll look at the old lady walking her yorkie, “Excuse me, m’am. But, I just want you to know how much I love this girl right here.” 
  • Peter.” 
  • Then flagging down a taxi to tell the driver too. “Hey, yeah no, I don’t need a ride. Just wanna tell you that I love my girlfriend.” 
  • Peter even telling Happy who always responds with, “Can’t wait for the day she leaves you.” 
  • Him keeping his double-agent life a secret.
  • Because he doesn’t want you to get hurt. 
  • Constantly wondering why Peter’s free time is slowly diminishing. Because you can’t quite believe the internship was that demanding.
  • Worrying that Peter was going to break up with you. 
  • Peter finding out about your worries through Michelle. (Who threatened to skin him alive should he ever hurt you.)
  • Taking a night off from his “internship” to take you out.
  • “Peter….we’ve been on the train forever.”
  • “Have a little bit of patience, [Y/N].” 
  • “Where are we going? Does Aunt May know you’re out right now? How much longer? Is this going to be forever? Are we running away from our problems? Running from being millennials and trying to fit in with society? I didn’t pack anything. How are we going to survive the outside world?” 
  • Peter intentionally ignoring your million questions by putting his headphone in one ear and other in yours. 
  • Playing your favorite song to keep you quiet.
  • Realizing he’s taking you to Central Park. 
  • Almost on the verge of tears when you find out that he organized a candlelit picnic under the stars. 
  • Seeing Ned in the distance as he walks away and knowing that he had a hand in it.
  • Smiling and feeling secure that Peter is here to stay.
  • Getting a weird feeling that he’s still hiding something.
  • Unsure of how to go about asking him what he’s hiding because you don’t want to cross a line.
  • Michelle not caring and confronting him before coming back to you and confirming that he is hiding something because of the way he acted.
  • Feeling uneasy but forcing yourself to believe that Peter would tell you everything and anything because you two were on the same level and understanding about your relationship.
  • Using the Washington D.C. trip to curve your mind from it.
  • It failing when Peter decides to re-join the decathlon team. 
  • Forcing yourself to ignore the gut feeling that Peter is hiding something when you asked him why he decided to re-join.
  • Peter being completely oblivious to your uneasiness.
  • Pushing it to the back of your brain when Liz scolds you for not having your head in the game.
  • But it coming back when Peter doesn’t show up for the decathlon. 
  • Corning Ned and demanding where Peter is and why he isn’t answer his phone. 
  • Getting irritated when Ned stumbles over his words. 
  • Becoming so upset that you tell Ned to tell Peter that he better have an explanation or else they would be over. 
  • Visiting the monument with everyone with the exception of Peter (obviously) and Michelle who passed on the tour. 
  • Ignoring Ned when he tries to talk to you.
  • Liz concerned that you were upset and asks if you want to talk about it.
  • About to confide in her when the elevator of the Monument starts to malfunction.
  • Peter freaking the hell out when Michelle screams, “My friends are up there!”
  • Panicking and pleading Karen to help him find a way to save you and everyone else.
  • Trying to stay calm even though your heart is about to flip out of your chest.
  •  Getting mad all over again because you were going to die pissed off at your boyfriend. 
  • Spider Man saving you just in the nick of time. 
  • Being so traumatized over the ordeal and Peter not being there, you lash out on him when he finally decides to make an appearance. 
  • Michelle shaking her head, “You messed up, dude.” 
  • “[Y/N], wait! Please, I can explain.” 
  • “Explain? Explain?! I’m going to need a whole encyclopedia of an explanation, Peter. Can you give me that?
  • Ned trying to diffuse the situation. 
  • Getting even more pissed off and breaking up with Peter.
  • Michelle whistling (because she didn’t see it coming), “Man, that’s rough. You gonna be okay? Actually? I don’t care. Bye.” Running after you to make sure you were going to be okay. 
  • Ignoring all of Peter’s texts and phone calls.
  • Having your parents stop Peter from coming into the apartment even though they felt you were being silly. (They adored Peter)
  • Sitting in your room with a pint of your favorite ice cream while watching stupid rom-com films. 
  • Crying when the guy gets the girl.
  • But telling yourself, you’re better than that and that you don’t need Peter.
  • Crying again because you need Peter. 
  • Hearing a knock on your bedroom door and getting mad because you just know your parents let him in. 
  • Yanking open the door to find a worried Aunt May.
  • “May? What’s wrong?” 
  • Her coming into your room, “I know you and Peter are fighting right now but have you heard from him?”
  • “No, I haven’t. I actually haven’t received any texts or calls from him today….” 
  • “Where is he? He’s been gone all day. I’m freaking out, [Y/N]. I’ve called every precinct and coroners office.” 
  • Being speechless because it is very unlike Peter to not check with Aunt May. 
  • Her on the verge of tears, “I can’t loose him too.” 
  • Grabbing your jacket and your phone, hugging Aunt May tight and telling her you’re going to find him. 
  • Spending hours before finding him sulking in hello kitty pajama pants and an awful touristy tshirt. 
  • Awkward tension as you text Aunt May and telling her you found him and that he was on his way up.
  • Knowing that there was something wrong but not wanting to engage because you were still mad at him
  • Eventually breaking because you still love him.
  • “I lost the internship with Tony Stark……” 
  • “I’m so sorry, Peter. I know how much that meant to you.” 
  • “Yeah…..” 
  • Letting him go. 
  • Regretting not hugging him or comforting him. 
  • Going back to your apartment to sulk and eat another pint of ice cream. 
  • Turning on the television to torture yourself with more rom-com’s. 
  • Witnessing Spider Man and Iron-Man save a bunch of people on a ferry.
  • Dropping your spoon and ice cream as it hits you. 
  • Running into your room to grab your journal. (you wrote daily)
  • Comparing the dates and times of when Spider Man was spotted and whenever Peter claimed he had the “internship”.
  • Finding a consistent pattern. 
  • It dawning on you that Peter Parker is Spider Man. 
  • “Holy shit.” 
  • “That little shit!” 
  • Running out of your apartment and across the hall.
  • Banging on the door. 
  • Aunt May answering with a concerned look.
  • Ignoring her and pushing past her to go straight into Peter’s room.
  • Busting in and then closing the door behind you. 
  • Marching straight up to his startled, adorable, puffy eyed self. 
  • Punching him in the arm and then covering his mouth when he lets out a yelp.
  • “You’re Spiderman?! Spiderman? Seriously? That’s what the internship with Tony Stark was about? What the hell, dude.” 
  • Peter being completely in shock that you found out. 
  • Standing there in complete silence for almost half and hour. 
  • Him finally explaining how it happened. 
  • Understanding why he didn’t want to tell you but still a little salty about it. 
  • “So…..are we okay now?” 
  • “……..” 
  • “[Y/N]?” 
  • “……..”
  • Baby.” 
  • “Fine. We’re okay but don’t you ever keep secrets from me ever again.” 
  • Everything going back to normal. 
  • Him showing you all his nifty tricks.
  • Feeling bad that he got his suit taken away. 
  • Trying to make him feel better by telling him he doesn’t need the suit. 
  • Ned being ecstatic that you know. 
  • Because now he can finally talk about it with someone other than Peter. 
  • Ned not shutting up about it. 
  • Peter showing you a different view of the city.
  • Planning romantic dinners on roof tops. 
  • Or well, kind of romantic.
  • It’s mainly subs and sodas.
  • But it’s the thought that counts, alright.
  • Making you promise that you will run away whenever something bad happens. 
  • Vowing that he will never let anyone hurt you for as long as he lives because aside from Aunt May, you are the most important person in his life and he does what he does to protect you. 

Fuck. I didn’t think I’d get this many people requesting to be tagged. This literally took me forever…..


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guys…. you do realize the voice actors literally have NO say on what gets written into the show, right?

BTS as Roommates

Jin:

  • ”hey, Third Guy From The Left, pass the remote”
  • cleans up after you, cooks for you, nags a lot; he’s basically your second mom
  • your friends coming over to hit on him
  • which he’s totally down with; “I’m worldwide handsome, what do you expect?”
  • your parents wishing you two would get together
  • you two cuddle sometimes and it’s fine, it’s nothing romantic. just two friends chilling in each others arms,, move along ppl, nothing to see here
  • you’re his taste tester
  • so he often makes you stand by while he cooks, so he can spoon boiling hot sauce from the pot into your mouth to ask if he needs more salt
  • buys you BTS merch
  • “I better be your ultimate bias” “look at me, I’m everyone’s bias and bias wrecker” “the real visual of BTS taehyung better back off”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Suga:

  • you joke that he’s basically a ghost
  • he’s usually not there, since he’s at the studio or doing promotions, concerts, etc. and when he is there, he’s sleeping
  • whenever he’s there and actually awake you’re like “who are you? I didn’t know you lived here” “shut up and tell me what there is to eat in this house. are there any lamb skewers?”
  • like I said, he’s mostly not there but when he is, he wants to spend some time hanging with you. the boys are fine but he’s so Tired of their antics that time with you is like a breath of fresh air
  • you don’t do much, just watch tv and order take out but it suites you both just fine. he usually shit talks other celebs during that time, so you know all the inside gossip
  • “wait, he’s cheating on her with the model??” you gasp
  • “yeah, I caught them fucking backstage”
  • “well, damn :( he was my bias”

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy

J-Hope:

  • so f*cking loud omg u wonder why you still live with him
  • he’s energetic and loud (I can’t stress the loud part) for the most part, even waking you up with pans banging or singing in your ear
  • insists on “roommate bonding time” which is just an excuse to go out, get drunk & bring back f*ck buddies
  • has the LOUDEST sex
  • and walls are thin
  • but he apologizes w pizza so,, there’s perks to that
  • walks around half naked
  • flirts w your hot friends/family members but always asks you if it’s okay to make a serious move on any of them. he doesn’t want to cross any lines that would leave tension between you two
  • keeps trynna hook you up with one of the boys “except Joonie he’s gross” “he’s exactly like you” “exactly”
  • always texts & snaps you, sometimes about roommate stuff (”did I leave the stove on?” “which brand of popcorn should I pick up?” “did I leave my keys in the apartment?”) and sometimes just to chat
  • he likes to send you updates about BTS
  • he facetimed you at the BBMAS and does so just in general, so you get to see what idol life is really like … lots of sitting backstage, tired but running on adreneline, being hungry, etc

Originally posted by btsarekings

Rap Monster:

  • your place is the hangout spot. the guys always come over whether it’s to chill or hold house parties where you’re like “let’s not get twisted and ruin the furniture” but uh,, let’s just say you two aren’t getting your deposits back
  • refuses to let the guys even hit on you; “you’re too good for them. I’d rather hook you up with someone better. do you like Jackson? wait, nvm he’s worse than us”
  • totally cool w you bringing back one night stands
  • hell, he slips you protection too if you need it
  • is also very aware of you when you’re both out, that no one tries to slip you something or take advantage of you
  • takes you home if you’re too drunk
  • nurses you as you throw up but gives you hell for it the next day
  • he’s basically more like your chill cousin than a roommate

Originally posted by snowmons

Jimin: 

  • proTECT PROTECT Protect at ALL Costs
  • he denies this but he loves having you dote on him
  • it’s a nice feeling, to come back after a long day to your food, a warm home and just chill on the couch with you
  • he feels comfortable around you, talking about his worries or about his day
  • turns into Big Brother mode if you’re going to a party or if you start dating. no guy/gal even sets foot into that apartment unless they’re 100% Jimin approved
  • you’re both protective of each other, like siblings, so living together is a joy

Originally posted by bwipsul

V: 

  • super touchy,, everyone thinks you’re dating but nah man it’s just friends kissing friends, how’s that not normal?
  • will crawl into your bed quite often
  • brings home food
  • insists on late night “adventures” to the convenience store, where you just buy junk food and movies on sale
  • jungkook practically lives there
  • you keep “joking” that he needs to pay rent but it’s not a joke anymore like seriously u use up all our hot water give us money
  • he loves having ppl over, not just jungkook lol, but your friends and his other friends,, your place is usually busy and always a warm environment
  • buys you matching “friendship” outfits and bracelets that legit are just friendship stuff, no dating
  • he tells you about his crushes (even before jungkook but don’t tell him)
  • and you two stay up some nights, stalking yours and his crushes, on their social media accounts, having panic attacks when you accidentally like shit from 38 weeks ago

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jungkook:

  • watching anime 25/8
  • offering him protection when jimin stays over; “but we’re just friends” “yeah right sure. just hmu if you need them”
  • it took him a whole year to warm up to you though
  • he was so awkward and shy, often keeping his distance
  • he walked in on you pooping once and it took two months for him to walk back into the apartment (he’d been sleeping on jin’s couch lol)
  • now he farts around you
  • you two rank the fart based on sound, funniness and smell
  • *choking* *tearing up* “good one (y/n) that’s a solid 11/10″
  • will blush himself to death if you bring home someone
  • doesn’t really bring anyone over himself. he’s too uncomfortable w the fact that you’re there to try anything.
  • doing childish shit like pranks and eating each others sweets
  • “kook did u eat my green sweets?”
  • jk, with green tongue: “no, how could u accuse me??”

Originally posted by nnochu

Curiosity Killed The Cat - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 6,437

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Both Receiving), Mentions of Public Sex, 69, Orgasm Denial, Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, A LOT OF FILTH

Notes: This is 100000000% for my precious Camile, @minhosmeanhoe because she wanted something involving Stiles and masturbation because this is all we ever talk about (we are horny fuckers lol). But, even better, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAMILE. You are one of my bestest friends I am glad I am able to talk to you daily. I don’t know what I would do without you. I LOVE YOU!!!!❤️

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Come Back to Me (Part Ten)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Warnings: Kissing (but who is kissing who 👀👀👀)
A/N: We’ve made it my dudes (also ignore the fact that i had to make the gif myself bc it’s so bad)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine

*Five Months Later*

“Where are you?” You asked through the phone, slightly worried but immensely irritated. “It’s our first homecoming, together. You were supposed to be here already!”

“I know, I know,” you heard him sigh through the phone, and you thought you could hear some kind of noise in the background. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. I promise.”

You sighed now, louder than he did, and you were sure the displeasure on your face was obvious to the classmates around you. “Okay,” you said before hanging up the phone and shoving it in your coat. 

You made your way to your locker to put your coat away, and you walked slowly to waste time before he got here. You knew what he had to do was crucial, but it was his homecoming too. And, even though it was insignificant in terms of what he was doing, it was your first homecoming as a couple.

You wanted it to be special. But he was late, so late.

When you arrived back to the gym, you smiled when you saw Michelle standing by herself in a corner, looking around the room in mild disgust. “MJ!” You yelled, walking up to her and throwing your arms out for a hug. 

“Hi,” she said, wrapping her arms around you. She pulled away quickly, looking at your outfit. “You look nice.”

“Thanks,” you said, still smiling. You looked down at your own outfit before looking at hers. “So do you.”

She nodded in recognition, looking away from you and around the gym. “Where is everyone?”

You sighed, beginning to frown. “I have no idea.” You looked at the school doors, waiting for him to walk through and give you a large smile. But he didn’t, so you looked back at Michelle. The two of you chatted, and at some point, made your way over to the punch table.

“So the author said-”

“I’m here, I’m here!” A panicked voice interrupted Michelle and the two of you turned around.

You smiled brightly, reaching in to hug him immediately. “Hey, Ned!” You exclaimed as he put his arms around you as well. When you pulled back, you adjusted the crooked hat on his head. “I like your hat.”

“Thanks,” he smiled in response, and then looked over at Michelle. He smiled shyly then, more subdued than when he looked at you, and you saw her give him the same look. You smiled slyly as you watched them hug, and when you gave Michelle a wink, she glared at you.

You excused yourself quickly when they parted, and the alarmed look on both of their faces made you laugh as you walked away. You hoped the privacy you gave them would finally lead to something more.

You roamed around the gym, not quite knowing what to do with yourself. You made your way through the gym doors to make your way to your locker, and you felt a strange feeling come over you when you remembered you doing the same thing exactly a year ago.

You smiled, nostalgic, as you thought of the night Peter had told you he was Spiderman. It felt like centuries ago, not just a year. So much had happened since then. It was like nothing in your life was the same.

You arrived at your locker, and you quickly unlocked it and pulled your phone out of your jacket pocket. You sighed when you opened it to see no messages or calls. You shoved it back in and slammed your locker shut in irritation, the sound echoing through the empty hallways of the school.

You leaned your head against it afterwards, the cold, hard texture feeling so vastly different compared to when you had leant your head against Peter’s, so many months ago.

You didn’t know why you were feeling so disappointed. It was just homecoming. It was just a school dance. It didn’t matter. 

It didn’t matter.

But he promised, he promised, he said he would be there. He had kept his promise when it was most important; he could keep it again now. He had to.

It was your night to make good memories, good memories with him. And maybe it wasn’t prom, but it was still an important night. You still wanted it to be a night to remember. But maybe it wasn’t meant to be, and maybe—

“(Y/N),” you heard from behind you. It was a soft, breathy noise, and you recognized it immediately. You whipped around, nearly falling over in the process. The smile that graced your face when you saw him was the largest it had ever been, and the smile he gave you in return was just as blinding.

“Peter,” you said in return, just as soft. He was only a few feet away from you, but it felt like too much of a distance, so you rushed forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. His arms closed around your waist, and he held you close to him, with your face nestled in his neck and his head resting against yours. “You’re here,” you whispered into his neck.

“I promised,” he said in return, his arms tightening around you. “I always keep my promises.”

“You do,” you said, smiling, and you pulled back slightly to look at him.

He was clearly out of breath. He was trying to hold his panting back from being obvious, but you knew him better than anyone else. You laughed when you saw that he realized you could notice, and he laughed lightly, too. You let go of him to fix his tie, retying it for him when you noticed it was loosely put together.

“You’re a mess,” you chuckled, patting his chest after you adjusted his tie. He caught your hand with his, interlocking his fingers with yours. You looked up into his eyes to see him staring at you intently. “What?” You asked, confused.

“Thank you for waiting for me,” he said quietly, and lifted your connected hands to press a small kiss to yours. You felt your face grow warm as he did so. He had done it so many times before, and you should’ve been used to it already, but every time he left a lingering kiss on your hand, like something a prince would do to his betrothed, you couldn’t help but feel the blood rush to your cheeks.

It made you feel special, and it made you love him even more.

“Of course,” you said, a smile on your face and a blush on your cheeks. “I may have been a bit impatient, but-”

“No,” Peter cut you off, shaking his head, and you looked at him with a confused expression. “Not just tonight,” he said. “It’s all the time. I always keep you waiting for me, and I never show up when I say I will, but you wait for me anyways. You’re always there for me, and you say you don’t mind but I know you do,” he gave you a pointed look when you opened your mouth to object.

“Anyone would mind,” he continued, reaching his other hand up to hold your cheek. “I understand that. But you never leave,” he looked at you so intently, his gaze burning into you so deeply that you couldn’t help but lean closer to him as his thumb stroked your cheek. “And just- thank you. Thank you for always staying with me,” he was whispering now, and he started leaning closer to you too.

When you were sure he was done speaking, you only whispered a soft “I love you” before reaching up and kissing him. You felt him sigh against your lips, a happy, content sigh, and you began to smile into the kiss. He began to smile as well, but that didn’t stop the two of you. So you stood there, in the empty school hallway, embracing the love of your life.

You were happy, and you knew Peter was, too.

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So I guess that’s it?? It’s been a wild ride, my dudes, and thank you for all the support I have received because of this story. I hope everyone liked this final part. Peace out, and I’ll be back with more writing for you guys.

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A Lesson in Love (The End)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,898

A/N: This is it, y’all. We’ve finally reached the final part of the series and, because I’m a sentimental son of a gun, I’ll post a proper goodbye post to this story sometime in the next day or two.

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@avengerstories - Without you, there would be no ALiL. I can’t thank you enough for you endless support.

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You wake up early the next morning, eyes blinking wearily as you struggle to free yourself from the last remaining tendrils of slumber. It’s not a simple task, mostly because you’re still exhausted and all you want to do is fall go back to sleep.

But you can’t. Something woke you up and you need to figure out what it was.

As you begin to come to, so do your senses. A quick sweep around your surroundings lets you know that you’re not in your apartment and the feeling of someone wrapped around you is the only clue you need to figure out that you’re not alone. You turn your head slightly, nose catching the scent of antibacterial soap - a smell that your brain immediately connects to doctors and hospitals.

Hospitals.

The last bit of confusion about your current location fades away as your brain catches up with your senses. You’re with Bucky.

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