i put them side by side to show for the cap but yeah

Dirty Minded Cap*

Pairing Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Prompt: Hi there! I loved resolution! Can I request one where the reader usually wears contacts, but runs out and wears her glasses and Steve realizes he has a thing for the naughty librarian look? Total smut. (requested by @ballerinafairyprincess)
Word Count: 2.1k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving) and unprotected sex. [Sex is safer with a wrapper. Use condoms, folks.]
Author’s Note: I don’t take requests for the moment, but this one has been sent to me after I’ve started posting on this blog, so I thought I could write it and I actually like the prompt. Hope you like it too, though. xx

    You dragged your feet to the kitchen of the Avengers compound, setting a pile of files and books on the counter. Sighing, you reached for the coffee pot and poured yourself a mug. You hummed a long soft moan as you swallowed the hot drink and you leaned against the fridge, looking down and drinking until a certain famous Russian redhead came in.

    “I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Natasha smiled and she poured herself a cup of coffee.

    “I woke up late and I didn’t have time to put in contacts.” You whined, clinging to the rest of the steaming hot liquid and you breathed it in.

    “You know what they say about men loving women wearing glasses,” she obviously quipped and you rolled your eyes playfully.

    “Yeah, of course. Everybody likes the nerd, right?” You chuckled and Steve walked in, joining Natasha behind the counter. “Hi, Steve,” you greeted, watching as his body tensed up when he heard your voice.

    “Y/N,” his smile faded away as he noticed the device perching on the top of the bridge of your nose. “Glasses? You told me you hate them.”

    “I do, but I had no choice. Nat will explain… Sorry, guys, I’ve got a lot of work waiting,” you took back your papers, walking past him with a smile. “See you later, Captain.”

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    Filthy Frank TV Lore Masterpost

    I just wanted to take some time out (actually i’m bored) to fully explain the whole ~Filthy Frank~ lore, or at least, the “main” characters and how they weave in and out of the show.

    Because, let’s be real, George didn’t even know what the hell was going on for the first two years and the Wikia is a mess.

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    The Avengers Live Reading of ‘Our Town’: A Mini-Recap

    Once more, moving back to the big city proved to be of a large benefit to me for fangirl reasons–it was announced a couple weeks ago that Scarlett Johansson was putting on a live-read of ‘Our Town’ with most of the cast of the original Avengers (we were only missing Hemsworth) as well as some local talent. The proceeds went to Puerto Rico, and so it was basically a win-win all around, so I scraped together the cash to go. 

    It was hosted at the Fox Theatre in Atlanta, GA (which was also on my bucket list, so yay!) and it makes sense, as they are currently filming Infinity War Part 2 in our lovely city, so it was very kind of them to take a night to put this performance on for us and to help the relief efforts in Puerto Rico.

    Because I am currently and perpetually impoverished, I had to take one of the seats that was pretty far away, but I was still able to see and hear the cast just fine. The theatre itself is quite lovely (although for some reason the bathrooms were disgusting, wtf) and everything moved smoothly once it was time for the show to start.

    If you follow me, you might’ve seen my recap for the Hugh Jackman Princess Bride Live-Reading, and this was in the same vein, though it was slightly more formal since it was at the Fox Theatre and not at a college campus full of dorky twenty-somethings. As a result, this is just a few moments I felt were worth sharing once again for your entertainment.

    Disclaimer: I have never seen nor read Our Town. Don’t ask me why–just never had the opportunity, so I apologize that I don’t remember character’s names and motivations well, but I’ll do my best.

    The first really great moment to report was that towards the beginning of the play, Chris Evans (playing Mr. Webb), had a page missing from his script. So they all turned their pages and then there was this hysterical silence for a good 10-15 seconds while they all tried to figure out whose line it was and then the darling meatball Chris Evans goes, “I’m missing Page 12″ and we all proceed to laugh our asses off. Even better, he jokes, “I knew it was me! I just knew it!” It was a genuinely adorable moment.

    The next great moment was when Mark Ruffalo, playing Jeremy Renner’s father, was admonishing his son for being lazy, and there’s this exchange:

    Ruffalo: Son, how old are you?

    Renner: (beat) I’m sixteen. (in a deep, clearly adult voice) Dad.

    Cue the theatre cracking up.

    After that, we had a running joke slipped in there after a particularly funny line read that sent Renner into a gigglefit and after he recovered, we had this gem:

    Evans: Are you okay?

    Renner: Yeah, I’m okay. I have page 12.

    Again, laid the whole room out laughing.

    And the final moment is just a bonus for any Marvel fans still out there shipping Hawkeye/Black Widow: Renner and ScarJo played Emily and George, who fall in love, and they even shared a little kiss and held hands and even though I don’t ship it, I thought you guys would like to know that. It was cute as hell.

    On the non-humorous side, I’d have to say that RDJ and ScarJo were the stand out performances. RDJ played the narrator, and I think his very iconic speech patterns made the narrator’s lines really jump off the page and into the ears. ScarJo did a marvelous job with the emotional angle that comes to a head in the final act of the play, and I would venture to say it must be very personal to her or be something she loved prior to the reading because she seemed quite invested in it. I also enjoyed the hell out of Chris Evans as the kind of hunky-dory father character, using his super-earnest Cap voice for the role. 

    Side note: In that photo, you can see how far away I am from the stage, right? Tell me why I could still see how incredibly built Chris Evans was even from all the way back there? He had this tight black t-shirt on and some grey sweatpants, and when he got up to leave, I was like:

    Originally posted by somenerdthing

    YAAASSSS LAWD DA BOOTY HE GOT DA BOOTY Y’ALL I MEAN IT WAS JUST PLAIN BEAUTIFUL I HAVE IRREVERSIBLE EVANS THIRST PRAY FOR MY SOUL’S DELIVERANCE

    Anyway, I’m so terribly glad I was able to go because it was a wonderful production that is for an amazing cause. I’m happy to report that they raised $500,000 for Puerto Rico. It was truly an unforgettable night.

    “You’re a terrible father” - Tony Stark x Daughter!reader

    Love the idea. And really, I kinda take any requests :D. Thank you for this one, it’s right here, hope you like it :

    (My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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    It was the twentieth fucking time you tried to call your father, Anthony Stark, and you fell, once again, on his stupid voice saying that he was “too busy to answer” and that he’d “call back” but “probably not”. Damn that man. 

    In your entire life on this Earth, you were pretty sure he never picked you up on time somewhere. Never, ever. He was just always late, so much that you came up with a trick of actually telling the wrong times for him to be on time. If something was at 6pm, you’d tell him it was at 4. But even with that trick, he still often managed to be fucking late. Which is why most of the time, your stepmother came to get you. But Pepper, wasn’t available today. 

    You smiled, thinking about your “stepmother”. You were so glad she was in your life, being pretty sure that if your dad never had the help, he probably would have lost custody of you before you reach the age of 1…You considered Pepper your real mother. You never met your biological mom as she just dumped you in front of your dad’s house, with a note. One paternity test later, and it was confirmed you were his…You were the first step to his transformation, the first to help him become the man he was today. Better. 

    So you grew up with Pepper around. She filled in brilliantly the mother role, even before she actually started dating your father (you remember the day you finally convinced him to just tell her his feelings, and smiled).

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    anonymous asked:

    PROMPT: D & P somehow get into a debate over who is kinkier in bed. Phil says something like 'Just because you have 5 vibrators doesn't make you more kinky. And yes. I know you have them. I hear the buzzing at two am bc I'm a heavy sleeper but you don't know how to be quiet' then cue rough sex

    Warning!! Smut: Top! Phil, daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, vocal Dan, bantz, dom! Phil, coming untouched (twice), coming in pants (once), etc.


    ~Thinking about it, Dan was almost positive him and Phil had rarely ever had a proper, real argument. It was usually about silly things when they did; anime, editing, memes, etc. Then when they did have an actual fight, it always resulted in them both crying and saying sorry. This time it was different, this wasn’t a real argument, this was leading into territory that hadn’t ever really gone too before.

    ~Dan and Phil had been joking around, sat in their lounge talking mindlessly about something, tossing back and forth a small bouncy ball they found and laughing. Dan was a lousy throw, missed, and hit Phil in the eye. To which, Phil replied with, “Kinky.”

    ~Dan snorted slightly and shrugged. “Nah kinky would be if I had called you daddy and threw it at you acting like a pissed off toddler.” He said pointedly, catching the ball and throwing it back. “I guess you’re right. I guess you aren’t as kinky as me then.” He said mostly to joke, throwing the ball back before seeing Dan raise an eyebrow.

    ~Dan gave him a questioning look, shaking his head before throwing the ball back to him. “Yeah I highly doubt that you’re kinkier than me, Lester.” He challenged, to which Phil smirked in response. “Just because you have like five vibrators doesn’t mean you’re kinkier than me.”

    ~Dan felt his ears turn red, looking away and blushing, not commenting back. “Yes I know you have them. I’m no idiot, I can hear the buzzing at like two AM. Or at least I would be able too if you knew how to stay quiet.” He chuckled softly, seeing Dan turn even more red.

    ~Dan finally looked up, shrugging. “I’ve always been vocal. I just figured you’d be asleep by then..” He trailed off, looking away again and blushing once more. “Dan, I’ve been your best friend for years and you still don’t know I’m never asleep at 2 am?” Phil laughed softly.

    ~Dan shrugged again, trying to brush it all off and play it cool. “I’m still kinkier than you fuck off.” He attempted to change the subject. “I don’t believe that for a second. Just because you moan like  bitch in heat doesn’t mean you’re kinky, or good in bed.” He smirked.

    ~Dan gave him an offended look, glaring a bit. “Shut up!” He threw a pillow at him from the couch. “Im plenty good in bed, and far kinkier than you could even dream of being.” He said, to which Phil instant denied. “Yeah no. I would ask for proof, but I don’t feel like being disappointed.” He teased, knowing Dan would get more riled up the more he went on like this.

    ~Phil chuckled deeply when Dan didn’t reply. “I guess I’m right. Dan Howell isn’t kinkier than me, and he’s shit in bed.” He declared, mostly to himself, seeing Dan’s face turn red from a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “I’m great in bed. Maybe you’re the one who sucks in bed, that’s why you’re harping on me so much.” He accused, seeing Phil raise an eyebrow at him.

    ~Phil brushed off the accusation, leaning back on the couch and putting his hands behind his head. “Sorry, I don’t get affected by very wrong accusations like you.” He hummed. “Are you saying yours against me was false then?” Dan smirked. “No I still think you suck in bed.” Phil laughed, looking over at him with that damn smirk still plastered on his face.

    ~Dan huffed and crossed his arms, glaring at him. “And what makes you think you’re so damn good in bed?” He asked. “Mhm?”

    ~Phil laughed, giving him a small shrug and closing his eyes. “I’d bet money I could make you cum untouched before i was even close.” He said casually. “Hell, I’d bet money I could have you begging me for it within 10 minutes.”

    ~Dan chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah right. You couldn’t get into my pants even if you took me to dinner and a movie first.” He snorted.

    ~Phil looked over at him once more, pushing his hair off his face and sitting up, chuckling deeply. “You say that because you know it’s true. You know easily I could have you begging for my cock, whimpering and whining for me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk the next day.”

    ~Dan swallowed visibly at his words, trying to push them away and shaking his head. “Oh whatever.” He denied. “Don’t lie to yourself Danny. I know damn well you want me. All those cries of my name and daddy over and over again in the middle of the night. You always sound so pretty, almost like you’re purposely putting on a show knowing I’m awake. I bet you look even better.”

    ~Dan was blushing furiously again, shaking his head but not speaking. “Awe..” Phil smirked, moving a hand on Dan’s thigh and squeezing gently. “Getting all worked up, Dan?” He cooed, leaning over and biting his earlobe gently. “Thinking about how nicely I’d stretch you open, how much better it’d be than all your toys, having me fucking into you, holding you down and marking up your neck and chest, making you my property?” He hummed.

    ~Dan didn’t even try to shake his head in denial, letting a small whimper pass his lips as Phil spoke. He felt himself being pushed back, Phil crawling between his legs in a swift motion and ghosting his lips over Dan’s neck. “You’d like that wouldn’t you baby? My thick cock ruining your pretty hole, teeth sinking into your neck and leaving dark bruises, my cum filling you up nicely..” He started placing small kisses down Dan’s neck.

    ~Phil moved down the side of his neck, kissing gently, occasionally taking the smooth skin between his teeth and nipping quickly. Dan was squirming under him, quickly becoming a mess. “Fuck..Phil..” Dan whimpered out, hands gripping the older male’s shirt tightly. “What baby boy?” Phil smirked gently.

    ~Dan whimpered loudly, his head thrown back as Phil bit down roughly and sucked a few proper marks against his throat. “Fuck me!” He cried out without thinking, gasping when Phil’s lips detached from his beck and moved to his mouth.

    ~Phil kissed him for a while, his hands moving under his shirt and rubbing circles into his hip bones. Dan was whimpering into his mouth, kissing back messily as he wiggled under him. “Please Phil.” He whined when Phil pulled back from the kiss, watching the older male tug off his shirt quickly. Dan did the same, looking at him with desperate eyes.

    ~Phil chuckled and leaned back down, feeling Dan’s hands fumbling with his belt, the metal clinking and Dan’s moaning the only sound in the room. Dan’s hands moved back, his arms around Phil and his nails dragging down his back once Phil started grinding into him, hips rutting together roughly.

    ~Dan was coming undone too soon, he felt like a horny teenager all over again as Phil’s hips rolled into his own, the friction of his jeans and boxers against the head of his cock almost enough to send him over the edge already, just needing a little more. He moaned loudly, feeling Phil nip his bottom lip and tug it back, attacking his mouth again for another heated kiss.

    ~Phil moved his hand down quickly, starting to palm Dan through his jeans firmly. Dan was getting louder, his moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls and drowning out all other sound. He cried out, starting to cum hard, blushing a deep red as he did.

    ~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “I guess I was wrong..” He hummed. “About..?” Dan panted slightly, feeling Phil’s hips still pressing into his own. “You are good in bed. So far.” He smirked, his lips reattaching to Dan’s quickly, his hips still rolling into his.

    ~Dan didn’t take long to get hard again, Phil having some surreal effect on his libido he had never seen before, not that he was complaining. He felt Phil’s fingers hook under his jeans, tugging them down with force until they were on the ground.

    ~Phil did the same, slowly stripping with him until there was a pile on the ground of all their clothes. Phil reached down, wrapping his hand around the younger male’s cock and starting to stroke slowly, his thumb rubbing over the tip and over his slit repeatedly, Dan bucking his hips up in response each time, desperate for the touch.

    ~Dan wasn’t quiet, he never was, but in the sexual aspect he was a vocal guy. He liked to moan, he liked to put on a show for whoever was fucking him, and Phil would be lying if he said it wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. “Should we go to the bed?” Dan asked between kissing, whining and pouting when he felt Phil’s hand pull away from his aching cock.

    ~Phil gripped his ass, pulling him into his lap and lifting him up with surprising ease, carrying him to the bedroom with his lips attached to his neck. Dan felt his back hit the bed, Phil between his legs again and his hand fumbling to the side for his top drawer, finding the small blue bottle of lube and handing it to Phil.

    ~Phil chuckled, popping the cap and pouring a thick layer over three of his fingers, moving his hand between Dan’s legs and circling his rim. Dan shivered, his thighs shaking in anticipation before letting out a loud, strained moan when Phil slipped two fingers into him with ease.

    ~Phil worked his fingers in and out of the whimpering, writhing man under him, curling them slowly to try and find his spot. He smirked, hearing Dan cry out, his back arching off the mattress once he found it. He added a third digit, scissoring his fingers slowly for a moment before deciding he was stretched enough, spending a few moments rubbing against Dan’s prostate.

    ~Dan was whining at the top of his lungs, breathless, covered in a thin layer of sweat and his hair curling against his forehead as he was worked open. Phil was in awe, drinking in the sight and sound of Dan. “You sound so good baby..such a slut for me already.” He breathed, pulling his fingers out slowly.

    ~Dan whimpered, his legs wrapping around Phil’s hips and trying to pull him closer. Phil chuckled, smacking his thigh as a warning. “Don’t be a greedy slut or I’ll leave you here with a vibrator in as punishment. I could get off on my own, come back later when I’, ready to use your hole for my pleasure, just leave you hear unable to cum with a toy against your spot for a few hours.” He threatened, watching Dan shake his head.

    ~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “That’s what I thought baby..” he said, stroking over himself and coating his length with the leftover lube, moaning lowly. He positioned at his entrance, pushing in his tip before pulling out, smirking when Dan whined and started clenching around nothing, his head thrashing back in frustration. “Beg.” Phil smirked.

    ~Dan pouted, looking up at him and whining loudly, no longer caring. “Please daddy just fuck me! I’ve been so good, I’ve been such a good slut for you. Please just fuck me, use me, ruin me, make me yours.” He begged, gasping and arching his back when he felt Phil push in suddenly.

    ~Dan’s whole body shook, feeling more full than ever, his hands grasping at nothing for something, anything to grip as Phil started to fuck him quickly, barely giving him time to adjust. It hurt, but in all the best ays. The burning, Phil hitting his prostate dead on over and over again as if he had done this a thousand times, his nails digging into Dan;s hips as he gripped them for leverage. Dan was in bliss, tears in the corner of his eyes from the intense pleasure.

    ~Phil was breathless, thrusting harder and harder into Dan, their hips slamming together each time he pushed back in. Dan was unbelievably tight, warm, swallowing his cock perfectly, screaming his name. He felt Dan move up, his arms around him again and his nails dragging down his back probably hard enough to draw blood.

    ~Phil groaned loudly, trying to keep quiet and enjoy the beautiful noises pouring from Dan’s swollen and pink parted lips. “God fucking dammit..” Phil muttered, leaning down and resting his forehead against Dan’s as he thrusted hard. “You’re so good baby..so good for me. Taking my cock like you were made too, all these pretty moans and curses all for me.”

    ~Dan nodded, rocking his hips into him as he was slammed into over and over again. “All for you daddy fuck!” He was almost screaming, unable to stay quiet for more than a moment, the build of his orgasm tightening in his stomach. Only a few short moments later he was coming again, white ribbons along both of their chests, loud shouts of Phil’s name and various obscenities pouring from his mouth at high enough volume he was sure everyone on their floor could hear him, but he didn’t care.

    ~Phil started breathing heavy, Dan tightening around him as he came for the second time that night, the feeling sending him over the edge. His thrusts became less rhythmic as he grew closer, Dan clenching tightly around him until he came himself, deep inside the younger male, gasping and groaning, his hips moving erratically as he rode out his orgasm.

    ~Phil collapsed onto him, rolling over and pulling out, hearing Dan whimper quietly as his cum dripped out of him slightly. Dan moved over to lean on him, looking at him and smiling a little. “Wanna nap and then we’ll talk about this?” He offered, seeing Phil nod before they both passed out. 



    A/N: Can I just with the fact that I still always listen to Often by The Weeknd whenever I write lmao. This is 2.3 k, so t’s seriously official, I can’t write a short hc. 

    Power Cut VI

    Originally posted by btsgotsvt

    Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

    Genre: Fluff, slight angst, Hybrid!au

    Warnings : sex mention

    Summary: Yoongi is the cat hybrid you once adopted at an adoption center. You took care of him as best as you could months following his adoption but he still has not erased the distance he voluntarily puts between you.

    PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5

    Note: That chapter is from Yoongi’s POV. Written and edited from my phone. The post might look weird and have some typos.


    Yoongi laid his deep dark eyes upon the intimidated bunny who had his doe eyes on you. Seeing Jungkook’s hand shaking yours even as a greeting made something stir down the cat hybrid’s guts. At the moment, the deep and lewd desire to claim you in front of the others was almost unbearable. He growled, hissing slightly and clenching his hands, trying to quiet the animal inside him. Gosh, you would never know how much he wanted to fuck you on that kitchen table. As mixed emotions coursed through him he gazed at you laughing heartily before he glared at Jisoo who had warm eyes over her hybrid companion.

    It was her fault.

    The cat hybrid’s sighed, staying behind you and ignoring Jisoo’s hearty laughs. He promised you to do efforts but his possessive side was still getting the best of him. The need to fuck you right in front of the other hybrid was still present. He wanted to show them you were his sole master and that you belonged to him. His flow of thoughts got interrupted by Jisoo’s impatient tone.

    “Suga-Suga! Lemme introduce you to Jungkook. Come on, don’t be shy ”

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    Coming Out

     Eddie had known there was something that was different about him ever since the day that Beverly had sunbathed in front of them, clad in her underwear. And what popped into his mind, as he stared was ‘I wonder what we’re having for dinner tonight?’ As he looked around at his friends, it occurred to him that they we’rent thinking the same thing. No, their batting eyes, sharp intakes of breath, and parted mouths told otherwise. So Eddie tried to keep staring, just to make sure he hadn’t missed something. But Beverly started to turn her head and his time was up. He was immediately flustered and snapped his head back around like he was burned. 

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    Interrupted [1/3]

    Pairing: Bucky x Steve || Bucky x Steve x Reader

    Summary: You walk in on a private moment, forcing the three of you to have an awkward conversation.

    Warnings: Language, M/M action, bondage, female masturbation, oral sex (m/r and f/r), threesome.

    A/N: This is a re-post. Originally written as my entry for this writing challenge and posted on my other blog. 

    My prompt was “Okay…but seriously what the hell is going on?”, which I have put in bold somewhere in the story. Enjoy!

    [1] [2] [3] || My Masterlist

    Originally posted by bbyavengers

    Ms Y/L/N?”

    “Yes, FRIDAY?” you reply, setting the book you’d been reading down on your bedside table.

    “Boss is requesting your presence in his lab. Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes have returned from their mission,”.

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    Touch Starved Tony

    This is the first draft, I might so a full rewrite of it eventually and post it on AO3, but for now have some Ironhawk fluffiness.


    Tony Stark was a genius practically from birth, put in the spotlight by both association and skill. Nobody was surprised when the rich boy started sleeping around with college kids years older than he was.

    Tony remembers being 4 years old, circuit board grasped in tiny fingers. He remembers his father’s arm around his shoulder.

    He remembers being 6 an engine on the counter, and his father’s hand on his shoulder, a smile on his face. He remembers Jarvis, and a lot of hugs.

    Then he remembers boarding school. Remembers kids’ years older than him who only ever reached out to remind him that he was weakest among them. He remembers teachers who sneered when he corrected them.

    He remembers Christmas break and the first hug he’d had in months. He remembers every Christmas break after that and the warmth of Jarvis arms.

    He remembers Obie’s hand on his shoulder the day his parents died. He remembers thinking that he would never get a hug from Jarvis again.

    He remembers having sex for the first time, he didn’t know her name, heck he barely knew his own name. But he remembered the feel of her skin against his.

    He remembers the day he realized people only touched him when they wanted something. With women it was either sex or money, with Obie it was new weapons, and more professional behavior. He remembers realizing that he didn’t particularly care what they wanted if he got even a second of contact.

    He remembers the day he realized that Rhodey didn’t hug him with intent. He remembers the day Rhodey shipped out for the first time.

    He remembers a string of one night stands and the feeling of flesh on flesh. The feeling of warmth.

    He remembers the day he returned from Afghanistan and realized that with the open vulnerability sitting in his chest sex wasn’t an option anymore.

    He remembers dancing with Pepper. Remembers holding her in his arms. He remembers letting her go when she asked him to.

    He remembers killing Obie, remembers knowing the man had tried to kill him. He remembers mourning the side hugs, and encouraging pats on the shoulder.

    He remembers the day the Avengers agreed to move in.

    “Jarvis, Jarvis, are all of their rooms ready? The passive surveillance is all set up so they don’t get uncomfortable? And Steve’s is all retro? Natasha has the memory foam bed right? She said she liked memory foam. Do you think they’ll like it?” Tony babbles, he hasn’t slept in three days, ever since they agreed to move in. He had to get everything ready.

    “Of course, Sir. All of that has been completed. I am sure they will love it.” Jarvis assures him. Tony nods, trying to settle, hands flying up to fix the mess his hair has become. “Good, good, do I need to shave? I should shave.” He heads for the elevator, fingers tracing over the messy ages of his beard.

    “Sir, this is not a date I do not believe shaving is necessary.” Jarvis cuts in, halting Tony on his path to the elevator. “Also, your guests are here.”

    “They’re here! Jarvis why didn’t you tell me? Take me down to the lobby to get them.” He spends the elevator ride trying to fix his hair, it doesn’t seem to have done much good.

    “Hello Mr. Stark, thank you for inviting us.” Steve says, hefting his duffle bag up on his shoulder.

    “It’s no problem, and please Cap, call me Tony.” He says, gesturing for them to board the elevator.

    “Still, nice of you to open your home to us.” Natasha says, smiling at him. Her eyes are searching though. Most likely for a motive.

    “It’s not just my home now, it’s yours too.” He says, shrugging. Natasha elbows Clint in the least subtle way possible, and Tony watches, mildly impressed as he manages to keep hold of his boxes.

    “Oh yeah, thanks dude.” Clint says, peeking out from behind a stack of boxes with Natasha’s careful script on them. “Okay, Natasha, you’re on floor 74. Clint you get 75, they do connect at multiple points and you can feel free to share space.” Tony says, hitting the necessary buttons and gesturing to the eye scanner. “Steve, you’re on 76, and I’m saving 77 for your friend.”

    “Tony, we don’t need whole floors.” Steve protests. Looking at his duffle bag Tony suspects that is true, he’ll need to buy the man some clothes and things.

    “Speak for yourself Rogers.” Clint says, elbowing the super soldier in the side. It probably hurt his elbow more than it did Steve, but it gets his point across. Tony elects to ignore both of them.

    “Brucie-bear, you have 78, although the hulk room expands into 79. I put your lab on your floor because I figured it would be more comfortable.

    “Thor gets 79, since he’ll be here the least he shouldn’t mind the loss of space. Common areas are on floor 80, and the penthouse is obviously mine. 81 through 84 are set up for Sam Wilson, guests, more guests, and Rhodey respectively.” Tony explains. “If you need anything from Jarvis you will have to enter the elevator or a common area, as I have set your rooms to passive surveillance only to avoid any discomfort you may feel.” The elevator stops and the doors slide open to reveal Natasha’s floor.

    “No Jarvis beyond this point, but there is a top of the line security system so please try not to break any windows.” Tony says, stepping aside, Clint gets off the elevator while Natasha picks up her own stack of boxes and follows him.

    It takes an hour to get everyone settled in. Steve thanks him profusely, and talks about how his floor is too much. Bruce thanks him quietly and disappears into his rooms. Natasha calls him kitten in Russian and smiles at him before disappearing into her rooms with a comment about dress shopping.

    “Stark!” Clint is bouncing on the balls of his feet when Tony knocks on his door to check on him. “Stark! You built me an archery range on my floor? You are the absolute best!” For a moment, it looks like he’s going to hug him, and then there’s a warm weight of Clint’s hand on his shoulder for half a second. “God, I am never leaving this tower.”

    “Glad you like it.” Tony says, trying to ignore how warm his shoulder feels. Trying to ignore how his heart is beating against his ribs. It’s been almost three months since he’s seen Rhodey, and therefore three months since someone has touched him in a friendly way. It feels better than flying in the suit ever does.

    He’s not surprised with the lack of physical contact from the others. They were busy moving in, and he knows they all have their own hang-ups. It’s really not a big deal. He’s working on new armor for Steve now anyways, so maybe he can get a hug or something after.

    “Stop kidding yourself Stark.” He grumbles, glaring at his reflection in the mirror. There are dark circles under his eyes, it’s probably time he actually gets some sleep. “They won’t want you. Not a team player, remember? Fucking talking to yourself in the bathroom mirror, no wonder you only have three friends.” He sleeps until well into the next afternoon, and then disappears into his lab.

    “Sir, Captain Rogers is asking for you. He says the team wants to do dinner tonight in the common room.” Jarvis informs him.

    “They want me to come?” He asks, there’s no one here but Jarvis and still the caution creeps into his voice. He can’t help but hide hope behind an air of nonchalance.  

    “Of course, Sir.” Jarvis says. Steve had asked him to tell Tony to come, they clearly wanted him there.

    “Tell Cap I’ll be there.” He says, hiding a smile in his work.

    He goes to team dinner, and the next one, and training. He tries to live off of awkward brushes of hands, and sharp kicks for practice. He reminds himself that just because they are here, doesn’t mean they’ll like him. They don’t owe him hugs.

    Tony was fine, really. Completely, and totally fine.

    He finishes the first round of upgrade and eagerly calls them to the lab.

    “I made things!” He says, a new quiver clutched in his hands. He’s practically vibrating with excitement, hugs are a relatively normal part of gratitude he could get a hug.

    “Is that a quiver?” Clint asks, Tony hits the button on the side there’s a noise as the arrow head is attached. “Shit automated, what a beaut.” Tony blushes, handing it over. Clint snatches up his bow, practically running for the range. No hug. Tony turns to Natasha.

    “Upgraded widow bites with stun, knock out, kill, and Thor settings.” He offers, holding them out to her, she grins at him, taking them from his hands.

    “Thanks Stark.” She winks at him as she stalks out of the room. “These will be so useful.” She doesn’t hug him on the way out.

    “Steve, new body armor. Less ab plating more protection.” He explains, holding up the new and improved suit. “Also, less zippers, that look was so nineties Steve you don’t understand.” Steve smiles at him.

    “No, I don’t, but I appreciate the new suit all the same.” He says, Tony beams at him. Steve claps a hand on his shoulder as he leaves. Tony tries to pretend the warmth is enough. Revels in the feeling from that small touch. It’s not enough, maybe if he makes them more gear.

    “You look tired Tones, maybe you should get some rest, you can show me Hulk’s gift tomorrow.” Bruce offers, he’s so kind. If Tony looked bad enough he might help him to bed, hold onto him. It would be nice.

    “Yeah, I’m going to go to bed.” He mumbles, the pattern continues. Tony remains cold, and untouched.  They fight bad guys, they eat dinner, and nobody hugs Tony.

    The suit was gone, ripped off in the battle. He was beaten up, a little bloody but still standing when the witch landed in front of him, lobbing a ball of what he presumed was magic at his chest.

    “Let’s see how the world likes you when your deepest desires spill from your lips. How will they feel knowing how perverted you are?” They asked, Tony’s jaw ticks as he clenches it shut. The witch disappears.

    “Your darkest desire, huh Stark?” Clint teases. “Can’t be too bad. Want to sleep with a man? Want to kill someone on the team? Want to kill one of the villains we fight?” Tony’s vibrating with frustration, desperately trying to remain silent.

    “Clint, stop.” Natasha scolds. “Your desires aren’t you as a person, no matter how dark we won’t blame you.” She assures him, standing on the rubble strewn street. Tony turns wide eyes to Steve and Bruce.

    “We won’t.” They assure him. He relaxes his shoulders slightly, his mouth parting against his will.

    “I want a hug. Please, I just, I just want a hug.” He begs, face flushing with embarrassment. It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Tony’s head drops, eyes tearing up. “I understand. I know it’s weak, I’m sorry.”

    “A freaking hug is your darkest desire?” Clint blurts out, taking a step towards him. Tony nods miserably. “A goddamn hug? How are you so good?” Tony finds himself wrapped in strong arms a moment later. “A goddamn hug.” Clint grumbles.

    “I know it’s weak, and stupid. I’m sorry.” Tony whispers, he knows he should pull back, but he lets himself slump against Clint’s shoulder. Let’s himself be held.

    “Shut up. You’re goddamn perfect. Your darkest desire is a hug Tony. That’s so ridiculously pleasant.” Clint grumbles, nuzzling into Tony’s hair.  

    “It’s so dumb, you guys don’t owe me anything, I can’t expect hugs. I shouldn’t have. Got my hopes up, cause I’m dumb.” Tony mumbles, hands clenched in the back of Clint’s shirt. “You can let go now, I won’t be a bother.”

    “Nope, we’re going back to the tower, and cuddling.” He’s surprised the others haven’t gotten over their shock and come to join the hug yet. “God, how did I not know you wanted hugs, I could have offered non-stop cuddles.” Clint laments. Natasha seems to have gotten over her shock, and she practically sprints over, leaping at them. Tony flinches just before she makes contact wrapping them both in a hug.

    “Do not be afraid.” She grumbles. He doesn’t look at her, face still buried in Clint’s shoulder.

    “I shouldn’t have assumed you’d want to hug me. Shouldn’t have asked. Don’t deserve it.” Tony mumbles. “Can’t expect hugs as payment. No buying people’s love.” The words come out like a mantra. She whacks the back of his head.

    “You assumed I wouldn’t want to hug you idiot, not that I would. There is no harm in asking.” She scolds. Clint nods, puffing a breath of air into Tony’s hair.

    “Didn’t want any of you to feel obligated.” He mumbles. Clint’s grip tightens, and he feels Steve and Bruce joining the fray, a warm line of skin across his shoulders and lower back.

    “No, Tony. We don’t feel obligated.” Clint assures him. “Just guilty that we missed out on giving you something you need.”

    “Don’t need hugs, I’m fine.” Tony grumbles, but he still hasn’t made any move to pull away.

    “Shut up.” Natasha grumbles, Bruce nods in agreement, half asleep from the Hulk out. “You need hugs. Don’t worry, we’re happy to provide.” She steps on Steve’s foot when he doesn’t say anything in agreement.

    “Of course, Tony, you’re our teammate, and our friend.” Steve says, pulling back slightly. The hug starts to pull apart then, leaving only Clint with Tony wrapped around him like a koala.

    “I should let go now.” Tony mumbles, releasing his grip on Clint’s shirt. Clint frowns, they need to get back to the tower, but how to best do that without letting go, he slides his hand around Tony’s waist, hand resting on his hip.

    “This okay?” He asks, squeezing gently. Tony nods with such ferocity Clint worries he’ll get whiplash. “Good, let’s get you home for some more cuddles.” Tony nods agreeably.

    “Thanks Clint.” He mumbles. “You’re my favorite.” He’s not sure Clint heard, words buried in the archer’s shoulder. The walk home is warm, pleasant, and absolutely terrifying.

    They’re almost to the tower before the panic starts to set in, fears arising that this was all just a show, and that once they get inside he’ll be back to feeling cold and alone in a crowded house. Even if it wasn’t a show, he’s clingy, he knows it. They’ll get sick of him.

    “To the couch.” Clint announces, pushing Tony down on the cushions, and lying on top of him. The panic recedes. He’s warm, he’s safe he can enjoy this.

    Tony is worried that they’ll get tired of how clingy he is, so he has a plan. He gets one hour with them every day and then he needs to either work or sleep. As long as he leaves the room before they get tired of him. It’s a good plan.

    “Tony, won’t you hang out for a movie after breakfast?” Clint asks, sliding an arm around his shoulder. Movies are normally at least 2 hours long, which puts him over the hour limit on snuggle time.

    “I’d love to.” He admits, “But, I need to work on the suit.” He leans into Clint’s grasp anyways. “I really should work.”

    “Yeah.” Clint says. “You can do that after we watch a movie though, right?” Watching movies and cuddling is normal, so maybe he can do two hours a day, and it will be okay.

    “Right.” Tony agrees. “I can do that.” Clint might not even want to cuddle anyways. Which would mean it wouldn’t count as part of his hour, it only counts if there’s cuddling, right?

    “Awesome, I could use a couple hours of snuggling.” Clint cheers, dragging Tony into the den. Well, if it’s Clint’s idea then he can’t accuse Tony of being clingy right. “You’re so warm, perfect for snuggling.” Tony nods absently.

    “You sure?” Tony asks.

    “Definitely.”

    He doesn’t make it back to the lab after the movie, Clint slides in another disc and they stay curled up on the couch for hours. As much as Tony wants to say no, wants to make sure Clint doesn’t get tired of his clinginess, he can’t. He can’t say no, not when Clint’s arms are warm around him. He just holds on, waiting for the touching to die down.

    He spends months waiting for Natasha to stop hugging him every time she sees him, or Steve to stop awkwardly hugging him when he makes new things. He waits for Bruce to stop inviting him to yoga, and helping him with positions. He waits for Thor to stop greeting him with tight hugs that lift his feet off the ground. He waits for Clint to stop inviting him to cuddle.

    He waits for months until he realizes he’s not waiting anymore. He waits until he realizes they aren’t going anywhere.


    @ifdragonscouldtalk and @dont-hurt-tony-stark I know you like these, <3

    How to Put on a Wig and Not Want to Die

    Heyo!

    I am here today to show you how to put on a wig and, well, not want to stab yourself in the eye afterwards. The thing with wigs, is they’re essentially like everything else in cosplay: in order to finish with a good result, you need to start with a good beginning. So, here we go.

    First things first, you need your supplies:

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    Family

    Ford leaned against the gates beside his brother. They were currently outside the gates of Wildwood Middle School, Piedmont, waiting to pick Dipper and Mabel up from school. They had arrived in California unannounced. They’d docked the Stan O’ War II over in Emeryville and had been picked up by Dipper and Mabel’s parents. Neither party had told the kids they were coming - it was a surprise. It was roughly two months into the school year and two months since the older Pines twins had first set sail on the Stan O’ War. They had decided to pay the kids a visit. Dipper and Mabel’s father, Jason, had been overjoyed to discover that his supposedly ‘dead’ Uncle Stanley was actually still alive and that Ford was here too. It had been a fairly tearful reunion on both parts - Ford had barely met his nephew before and he’d been elated to finally get to know him properly. The younger twins’ mother, Kristen, was really pleased to meet them too.


    “What time did Kristen say the kids finished?” Ford looked over at Stan. “Three, wasn’t it?”


    Stan checked his watch. “Yeah, they should have been out by now, surely.”


    As if on cue, a loud bell rang out across the school grounds and a minute later kids started filing out, meeting up with their parents and friends and leaving. The older Pines twins scanned the sea of children for any sight of Mabel and/or Dipper. After five minutes, Mabel’s familiar cheery voice could be heard over the crowd. Stan and Ford stayed put, waiting for her to get closer. Mabel walked right past them, barely able to see them beyond the taller kids either side of her. She seemed to be looking for her parents.


    “Where do you think you’re going?” Stan called.


    Mabel whirled round and gasped. A wide smile instantly spread across her face and she ran towards them. “GRUNKLE STAN! GRUNKLE FORD!” She exclaimed, running up to them and embracing both of them in tight hugs. “What are you doing here?!”


    “Well, we were passing California and thought we’d come and visit you.” Ford was beaming, hugging her tightly. “We docked the boat over in Emeryville.”


    “We couldn’t resist coming to see you,” Stan grinned, lifting Mabel up and embracing her tightly. The little girl wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling.


    “It’s so good to see you too! What’s the boat like? Have you found any monsters? Have you found any treasure?!”


    “Relax, pumpkin,” Stan chuckled, setting Mabel back down again. “We’ll explain everything when we get home.”


    “You’re staying with us?!” Ford didn’t think it was possible for Mabel’s smile to get any bigger, but he was proved wrong. “Really?!”


    “Yep,” Ford grinned. “We’ll be staying in the spare room at your place,”


    “How long will you be staying?”


    “Dunno,” Stan shrugged. “Until your parents get fed up and kick us out.” He smirked.


    Ford laughed. “That could either be in an hour or a month.”


    “Dipper’s gonna be so happy to see you guys!” Mabel turned round, scanning the crowd for her twin. “When he eventually gets out.”


    Ford stood on the tips of his toes to look over the heads of the parents in the crowd. For a moment, he was looking for the familiar blue and white pine tree cap, but then remembered the boy had traded hats with the ginger Mystery Shack employee (Wendy? Was that her name?) before they had left Gravity Falls. Sure enough, he soon spotted the boy amongst the crowd. “Dipper!”


    Dipper perked up as he heard his name being called. He frowned. That couldn’t be who he thought it was, could it? No, they were out on the boat - That was until he saw Grunkle Ford’s head above those of the other parents. “Grunkle Ford!” He rushed forward, shoving kids out of the way.


    A split second later, Ford had been tackled by the young boy. He laughed, scooping Dipper up into his arms and hugging him tightly. “Good to see you too!”


    Dipper laughed, his deerstalker hat lying lopsided on his head, as he wrapped his arms around Ford. “What are you doing here?”


    “We were sailing past California and decided to come and see you.” Ford grinned, putting Dipper down beside his sister. “We’ll be staying at your place for a little while.”


    “Really?!” Dipper’s reaction mirrored his sister’s. “Wait… we?”


    Stanley laughed. “Hey, where’s my hug?”


    “Grunkle Stan!” Dipper ran over to the other man, hugging him equally as tightly. “You’re here too?!”


    “Course. What, you thought Ford left me on the boat so he could see you all by himself?” Stan chuckled, hoisting Dipper up into his arms for a better hug. “No way was I staying put on the boat!”


    “Come on, you guys!” Mabel grabbed Ford’s hand and started dragging him towards where the car was parked. “Let’s go! I’ve got so much cool stuff to show you!”


    Ford laughed and looked over his shoulder at Stanley. “Yeah, Stan, come on! I can’t drive, remember?”


    Stanley scoffed and put Dipper down, following his brother and Mabel over to where they’d parked their parents’ car (they’d borrowed the family Volvo). “Only because you forgot how to,”


    Ford tried to look indignant, which was kind of difficult with a hyperactive thirteen-year-old clinging to his wrist. “Hey! It’s not my fault I didn’t drive for thirty or so years while I was lost!”


    Stanley shoved his brother’s shoulder playfully as he caught up to them, Dipper by his side. “Yeah, I know, Poindexter. Those alien cars were too weird, huh?”


    “Do you have any idea how difficult they are to steal - I mean operate?” Ford coughed.


    Stanley burst out laughing. “You tried to steal one? My brother, Mr Couldn’t-Even-Take-Free-Samples? Didn’t that Sanchez guy ever lend you his car?”


    “A) It was a ship, not a car,” Ford held up a finger. “And B) No, he was always the one driving.”


    Stanley rolled his eyes as they got to the car. He climbed into the driver’s side. Ford went to open the passenger side door, but Mabel beat him to it. “I wanna sit up front!”


    “No fair!” Dipper protested. “You had shotgun on the way here!”


    “Did not. You’re lying,” Mabel stuck her tongue out at him.


    “Am not!”


    “Are to!”


    “Am not!”


    “Are to!”


    Ford gently pushed Mabel out the way and stood in front of the door to the front passenger seat. “Right, how about I get shotgun privilege, since you can’t decide who gets it?”


    “No!” Both of the younger twins cried in unison. “That’s not fair!”


    “Grunkle Ford Mabel had it on the way here!” Dipper protested.


    Ford shrugged. “Maybe I want to sit in the front seat for a change?”


    Stanley was laughing. “Just sit in the front, Mabel.” he chuckled. “But Dipper gets shotgun on the next two trips, okay?”


    Mabel stuck her tongue out at Dipper again and climbed into the front seat, dumping her school bag on the floor. “Thanks Grunkle Stan!”


    Dipper pouted and got into the driver’s side rear seat. Ford sat next to him and pulled his seatbelt on. “It’s alright Dipper. You get shotgun next turn, anyway.”


    Dipper smirked. “Okay,”


    Stanley started the car and adjusted the rearview mirror. “Seatbelts on?”


    “Yes!” The three passengers said simultaneously.


    Stan looked in the mirror at his brother. “Was that really necessary?”


    Ford crossed his arms, a smug grin on his face. “Yep, now would you just drive?”


    Stanley rolled his eyes and put the car into gear before pulling out into the road and heading back towards the kids’ house. Ford leaned back in the seat, one arm around Dipper’s shoulders. Dipper leaned against him. “So,” Dipper said. “What’s the boat like?”


    “It’s not bad, actually,” Stan said. “McGucket helped us with a lot of the construction, so as you can imagine it’s got a lot of tech built into it. He somehow managed to invent and then integrate a filtration system that filters all the crud and salt out of the seawater and then even heats it so we can have a functioning shower and taps and everything. That way we don’t have to make frequent stops at ports to have the water tanks refreshed.”


    “He also hooked up fully functional solar panels so we could have a constant source of power,” Ford added. “He’s found a way to use the panels to charge a main battery in the boat so that we have power during rainy days too. There are several backup batteries on board too.”


    “He even managed to set up a system so that we could have constant phone and internet signal.” Stan said. “The man’s a genius.”


    “So you can, like, watch TV and stuff while you’re on the boat?” Dipper grinned. “That’s awesome.”


    “Well, no, on account of the fact that we don’t have a television on board,” Ford pointed out. “As much as Stanley wanted to have one, it would use far too much power. We each have a laptop, though, and plenty of books.”


    “What! No TV?” Mabel gasped. “How on Earth can you manage without TV?”


    Ford laughed. “That’s what Stanley said, but he’s been just fine so far.”


    “So far,” Stan emphasised. “Trust me, I’m slowly going insane on that boat what with Ford’s incessant rambling.”


    “I do not ramble!” Ford said indignantly. “I have perfectly meaningful conversations with myself!”


    “First sign of madness - talking to yourself.” Stan pointed out. “Face it, Poindexter, you’re losing it.”


    Ford laughed. “Of course I’m insane if I spent the last two months stuck on a boat with you.”


    Stanley glared in the mirror at his brother, only causing Ford to laugh again. “You know I can still throw you overboard in your sleep.”


    “I can swim,” Ford crossed his arms. “Plus, I know you wouldn’t throw me over.”


    “Could we see the boat?” Mabel asked. “It sounds really cool!”


    “Of course! We could take you down after dinner, if you wanted,” Stan offered as he pulled into the driveway. The kids immediately jumped out and ran up to the front door. Ford climbed out, soon followed by his brother. Stanley locked the car and followed the kids up to the front door. Dipper unlocked the door and let them in.


    “Mom! Dad! We’re home!” He called.


    “Why didn’t you tell us Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford would be here?!” Mabel demanded as her mother came out of the kitchen.


    Kristen laughed. “It was meant to be a surprise! They arrived a couple of hours ago.”


    Mabel turned and glared at Stan, smirking slightly. “So you told them you were coming but you didn’t tell us?!”


    Stan put his hands up in defence, grinning. “Hey, you were happy to see us, weren’t you?”


    There was a snort from the kitchen before a small pink blur knocked Stan over and started licking his face. The man laughed and lifted the pig off his chest. “Good to see you too Waddles.”


    Ford knelt down and gave the pig an affection scratch behind the ear. Waddles snorted happily before trotting off into the living room. Ford stood back up straight and looked at Kristen. “So you weren’t particularly against having a pig in the house?”


    “No, he’s surprisingly well trained,” Kristen looked to where the pig was settling down into a small dog bed. “No mess and he barely leaves hair anywhere.”


    Dipper grabbed Ford’s hand and started dragging him towards the stairs. “C’mon Grunkle Ford you gotta see our bedroom!”


    “Hold on Dipper,” Ford laughed. “Let me take my shoes off first.” Dipper waited all of thirty seconds while Ford removed his shoes before dragging him up the stairs again. Mabel dragged Stan upstairs too. The kids showed Stan and Ford all their schoolwork, pictures, projects and everything they’d been doing since they left Gravity Falls. Dipper showed Ford a journal he’d been writing in, similar to Ford’s own journals, and Mabel showed Stan all the new sweaters she’d knitted. She presented both of her grunkles with a new sweater each. Ford’s was a deep navy blue with a golden six-fingered hand embroidered on the front. Stan’s was dark red with his ‘Order of the Holy Mackerel’ logo on the front.


    At about five o’clock, Kristen called up the stairs. “Dinner’s ready!”


    Mabel and Dipper instantly dropped whatever they had been holding and rushed downstairs. Ford and Stan followed them. They sat down at the large dining table in the kitchen just as Kristen was setting down plates of lasagne portions in front of the kids. She gave another plate each to Stan, Ford and her husband before taking her own and sitting down.


    “So,” Kristen started. “What sort of things do you eat on the boat?”


    “Dried and canned things, mostly,” Ford said. “We’ve got a freezer on board, so we can have frozen meat, veg and fish too, but nothing anywhere near as good as this,” he placed a forkful of lasagna in his mouth.


    Stan was wolfing down his food at a rapid pace and nodded. Ford whacked his shoulder. “Stan! Eat properly, not like a pig!”


    Waddles gave an indignant snort, causing the family to chuckle. Stan swallowed. “I’m not that bad!”


    “At least chew your food, don’t inhale it.” Ford rolled his eyes and kept eating. He looked across the table at the kids. “How was school?”


    Dipper seemed to go quiet as Mabel instantly burst into a speech about everything she’d done. “Well, first off in Chemistry we got to make crystals, then in Biology we dissected a kidney, then in Art we got to draw any creature we wanted - I drew Waddles, obviously, and Dipper drew a gnome - then in English we had to write a short story, then in -”


    Ford seemed to zone out to what Mabel was saying, more focused on Dipper. The boy had his hands folded in his lap and his head was down, his dinner sitting on the table forgotten. He kept clenching his eyes shut and wiping them with the back of his hand. Ford cleared his throat and put his fork down. “Dipper? How was your day?”


    Dipper seemed startled by the question, rubbing his eyes furiously. “Oh, it was… it was fine. Kind of boring, really,”


    Ford frowned as the boy kept eating, albeit slowly. He decided not to press the issue any further at the dinner table. Mabel was still excitedly telling her parents all about the story she had written in English. Once they had all finished eating and the kids were excused from the table, Dipper went straight back upstairs. Ford heard him slam the bedroom door shut. Mabel, however, frowned and went into the living room and began watching TV. Waddles trotted after her and sat on the floor in front of the couch.


    Ford rose from the table. “Excuse me a moment,” he said, tucking his chair in and heading upstairs to the kids’ room. He knocked on the door gently. “Dipper?”


    Ford heard sniffling from behind the door, before a quiet “Come in,” was heard. The man turned the doorknob and let himself in. Dipper was sat on his bed cross-legged and wiping his eyes. Ford closed the door quietly behind him and sat beside the boy.


    “Care to tell me what’s wrong?”


    Dipper stayed quiet for a moment, thinking. “.. have you ever felt like no matter what, people are still really mean to you, even if they don’t know you?”


    Ford bit his lip and weighed his options. He could approach this question in several different ways. He could ask why Dipper felt this way, give a quick laugh and assure the boy that he had, or reassure Dipper that he was a perfectly wonderful young man who didn’t deserve the treatment he was getting. He opted for the straightforward answer. “Yes, unfortunately these -” He held up his hands and moved his extra fingers “- meant that, without even getting to know me first, my classmates treated me horribly.”


    Dipper nodded, quietly avoiding Ford’s concerned gaze. He wrung his hands in his lap, biting his lip nervously. “Right… should have guessed that…”


    Ford laid a hand on Dipper’s shoulder gently. “Trouble with kids at school?”


    The boy nodded, tears stinging his eyes again. “Yeah, they keep picking on me, and calling me mean names,”


    “Can I ask what?” Ford asked gently.


    “Dipshit, dipstick, starboy and… uh…” Dipper bit his lip harder, almost enough to draw blood. “Freak,”


    Ford felt an icy chill go down his spine. He was more than used to hearing others call himself a freak, but to learn that Dipper was also on the receiving end of such insults was sickening. His grip on the boy’s shoulder tightened momentarily. He loosened his grip, pulling Dipper closer to sit in his lap. He shuffled back on the bed, sitting up against the wall. “Di - Mason, can I tell you something?”


    Dipper, still unused to hearing his real name from anyone other than his parents, took a moment to answer. “Yeah,”


    Ford swallowed and took a deep breath. “When I was growing up, between the ages of four and eighteen, I had a similar experience to yourself. People took one look at my hands and decided that, as I was different, I should be punished. At every opportunity, I was insulted, shouted at, shoved, punched, kicked, beaten and I was frequently the primary target in food fights. After a while, I’d had enough” He held his left hand out in front of Dipper. “See that scar?”


    Dipper held Ford’s hand in both of his own, looking at the thin scar running across the knuckle of his sixth finger. “Yeah,”


    Ford took another deep breath. “I was fifteen when I did that. I locked myself in the bathroom one evening with a knife and attempted to remove my finger. I thought that maybe, if I got rid of the extra fingers, I could be normal. People would stop picking on me and I could finally get along with my peers.” His hand was shaking slightly, his voice beginning to crack. The memory was still painful. “I was a fool, and if hadn’t been for Stanley, I would have succeeded. He broke the door down and brought me straight to a hospital. He made it absolutely clear to me that removing my extra fingers was not the solution. It took me thirty years drifting through all sorts of interdimensional horror to realise that.”


    Dipper was quiet, his mind processing everything that Ford had said. He hadn’t expected his great uncle to confess something like that. His thumb ran absentmindedly back and forth across Ford’s scar. “I sometimes wear make-up,” he eventually said. “To cover up my birthmark. I use Mom’s foundation. That’s why I always used to wear my pine tree hat, ‘cause it pushed my hair down over my forehead so nobody would see it.” The boy turned around so he was sitting facing Ford. “I don’t like wearing makeup, but it’s the only thing that stops them laughing at me. They laugh at me for wearing makeup, too,”


    Ford sighed quietly, pulling Dipper into a hug. He laid his chin on top of Dipper’s head. “It’s tough,” he said quietly. “Especially when it’s not something like a person’s weight, which can be altered with some effort.”


    He felt Dipper tremble in his arms and felt something wet seeping into the top of his shirt. He stroked Dipper’s back gently. “It’s okay… shh… it’s okay…”


    Dipper laid his cheek against Ford’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. Ford lifted his sleeve to dry the boy’s tears. Ford ran all six of his fingers through his nephew’s hair soothingly. “It’s going to be alright, Mason. I know your classmates’ behaviour may tell you otherwise, but the biggest supporter of you is yourself.” He kissed the top of Dipper’s head gently. “You’ve always got Mabel too. You’ve always got your twin by your side, which is more than can be said for some people.”


    Dipper nodded, wiping his nose on a tissue. “Yeah, I guess. She’s got so many friends, though. I don’t want to be a burden on her.”


    Ford squeezed Dipper’s hand. “I felt the same way when I was at school. My brother had the potential to have a lot of friends, but he constantly spent his time keeping bullies away from me. He could have been very popular if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was protecting me. But let me tell you something: he wouldn’t change his actions for the world. You can ask him - he doesn’t regret any of it. I’m sure Mabel would be more than happy to spend time with you.”


    Dipper smiled. “Thanks, Grunkle Ford.”


    Ford smiled. He turned Dipper round to face him. “Besides, I’m sure you remember some of those curses from the journals. If people continue to give you trouble, have at it.”


    Dipper laughed and hugged his uncle. “Thanks Grunkle Ford, seriously.”


    Ford hugged him back and ruffled his hair. “No problem. Now, what do you say we got and get some ice cream from the parlour down the road?”


    Dipper smiled and got to his feet, pulling Ford up off the bed. “Sure.”

    ——

    Forduary Week 4: Family

    Please Don’t Tell | JJ

    Request: @taekookmin-kookie

    Can I request a jungkook playboy smut? 

    Pairing: Playboy!Jungkook X Reader

    Summary: Jungkook was well known for being a playboy. Sleeping with girls and then shoving them away, his next target was y/n. Y/n was just innocent and not to mention also Taehyung’s little sister. “International Playboy!”

    Genre: Smut, fluff, maybe a bit of angst

    Warnings: This is a smut; you all know shit bout to get real.

    Word count: 1,800+ 


     “Can you learn to keep it down for once? I could hear you going all last night.” Hoseok said as Jungkook walked into the kitchen with only his grey sweats on. “You’re just jealous because I’ve had sex before you hyung.” Jungkook defended, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge and drinking it. They suddenly heard the front door close and heard Taehyung’s voice boom throughout the dorm. “V is in the house!” He yelled causing his younger sister he brought with him like usual to giggle. Y/n was shy around the boys, especially Hoseok because she had a major crush on him. Taehyung knew about her crush on him, but specifically told them all to stay away from her. Especially Jungkook. Of course, that never stopped them from all flirting with her when Tae wasn’t around. “Hi y/n.” Hoseok greeted with a big grin on his face once he saw her, Jungkook watched as she tucked a stray behind her ear and blushed. “Hi H-Hoseok.” She stuttered looking at the floor, feeling her cheeks heat up. Jungkook could tell you were very shy around Hoseok, thus meaning you liked him. And part of him deep down hated that you liked him. Why was it always Hoseok? Jungkook was the youngest but he’s more experienced if you know what I mean. A cute ringtone began playing and Tae pulling his phone out of his pocket, glancing at it as the screen lit up with Jimin’s name, excusing himself he stepped away leaving the three in silence. “So how have you been?” Hoseok asked leaning forward and resting his crossed arms on the table as he looked her up and down. Jungkook just stood on the side, watching as y/n would twirl her hair and smile at him. “Good. How about you? How’s your latest dance been going?” She asked trying to hide the fact she was blushing, and Jungkook tried hiding the fact he was annoyed that she completely ignored him. “It’s been good. Still trying to nail down some important parts though.” Hoseok answered before Tae stepped back into the room. “Hoseok, Jimin wanted us at the studio to practice our parts of the upcoming dance.” Taehyung states and Hoseok was putting on his shoes and cap. “Jungkook can you watch y/n for a bit? I trust you not to do anything, I won’t be gone long. Three hours’ tops.” Tae said as Jungkook nodded and acted like she was a burden. She used to have the biggest crush on Jungkook, that was until she found out that he had become a big douche. Taehyung left with Hoseok quickly leaving the two still in the kitchen, surrounded by silence. She decided to be the first to break it, looking up and finally meeting his gaze for once. “Do you want to watch a movie?” She asked, playing with her sleeves and tugging them down a little. “Whatever.” Jungkook just grumbled, walking past her and towards the couch. Jungkook just grumbled, walking past her and towards the couch. She didn’t understand why he was always like this, but then again he was a fuckboy. She walked over and crouched down, looking at the movies on the shelf that they could watch. Jungkook sat there, tongue in cheek and his mouth hung slightly open as he cocked his head to the side. He wondered what she would be like in bed, they always say the quiet ones are usually the loudest. He smirked thinking about the h/c haired girl, begging beneath him for more and he would thrust into her at a rapid pace. The little thought ran through his veins causing his pants to tighten around his growing bulge. Not only was it that though, the fact that she was Taehyung’s sister and how hot it would be if Taehyung came home to Jungkook balls deep in his little sister. Y/n put in a movie and stepped back, sitting away from Jungkook on the couch with her legs tucked up a little. The movie began playing but Jungkook kept his gaze on her, watching as her lips would tug into a small smile at something funny. How she would constantly lick her plump lips that he wanted to bite down into while snaking his tongue into her mouth. Of course, y/n could feel his gaze on her but pretended she was caught up in the movie. She shifted slightly in her spot, not sure of how to react. She felt goosebumps rise to her skin, not only because of him but because of how cold the room was. The air con had been on all day, making the entire room freezing. She began to shiver, her bottom lip shaking as she rubbed her arms and legs for warmth. “Cold?” Jungkook asked and she finally met his gaze. “A little.” She said laughing nervously. He suddenly stood slipped off the black hoodie he had been wear, exposing his toned chest. Dirty things rushing to y/n’s mind that she never thought of before. She would love to run her hands down his chest and straddle his waist, but she didn’t want to ruin anything she had with him. He was a playboy, simply using girls to get pleasure. She realised she was staring a little too long and finally accepted the jumper, slipping it on herself and immediately melting from how warm it was around her. But her legs were still a bit cold, Jungkook smirked at the still shivering girl and stood up to grab the blanket from the cupboard and sitting back down next to her. Placing it over the both of them, she didn’t understand why he was sitting so close but didn’t question it. 


    They just sat there and watched the movie, once it finished they just put on the next one.  Jungkook and y/n had been watching movies for over three hours now and wondered where Taehyung was. “Can I ask you something?” Jungkook suddenly spoke and looked down to meet her gaze. “S-sure.” She tried not to stutter to show how nervous she was but failed miserably. “Have you ever done anything with a guy?” She asked raising and eyebrow and cocking his head to the side, smirking at her a little. “What do you mean?” She knew exactly what he meant, and had an idea of what Jungkook wanted to do. “Like…” He stopped to lick his lips and think of what to say next. “Have you ever given a guy a blow job? Or kissed a guy even?” Jungkook said smirking, she didn’t want to answer. The question alone made her cheeks go bright red, the look she had on her face in pure shock. “I-I…” She stuttered, trying to gather herself but it was so hard with the look he was giving her and his hand was now placed on her thigh, gently rubbing circles on it with his thumb. “No.” She finally managed to get out and his smirk only grew. She didn’t expect such a question to come from him, she also didn’t expect him to suddenly lean forward and press his soft plump lips to hers. Shocked at first but soon giving in to the kiss, she let him slide his tongue past her lips and into her mouth, battling with hers for dominance. His hand gripped her inner thigh firmly before slipping past her shorts and panties to rub at the aching clit. A small gasp left her lips as he tried not to moan, suddenly the door opening and Jungkook pulled back as he heard the voices that belonged to Taehyung and Hoseok. Both a sweaty mess, Jungkook’s movements had stopped and thank god the blanket was still covering them both. “Hey, sorry we took longer than we thought.” Taehyung said as he spotted the two sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the screen. “Jungkook what happened to your shirt?” Hoseok asked before taking a sip out of his water bottle. “I was getting really hot, y/n didn’t care that I wasn’t wearing a shirt so yeah.” He said and they both nodded before sitting down next to the two on the couch and watching the movie as well. Y/n was begging for a release, his fingers moving the slightest. Suddenly she almost yelped when she felt him start moving his fingers against her again. Finally going down her slit and slipping two fingers in, uncomfortable at first but then she got used to the feel and found herself choking back moans. “Shh…be quiet and I’ll let you cum.” He whispered, nibbling on her lobe a little as she tried her best. His fingers slipped in and out of her core easily, thanks to the pool that was happening down there during their make out session. She could feel the knot building in her stomach, her hips bucking ever so slightly and her legs opening wider so he can get her to her high. It was going so slow and she needed to release now, his fingers managed to speed up but coming to a halt when Taehyung began speaking. Y/n letting a faint whine come from her lips that only Jungkook managed to hear. “I’ll be back, I need to use the bathroom.” Tae said standing up and walked out of the room, leaving the three there. Hoseok sat there still watching the movie and unaware of the things happening under the blanket. Jungkook picked up right where he left off, this time moving a little more faster to make her reach her high. Her hand placed on his thigh and squeezing it hard when she came undone on his fingers. Pulling out quickly and putting them up to his mouth to suck off her juices as he remained eye contact with her. “Next time, please tell me when you’re going to finger y/n so I can leave the room.” Hoseok said standing up and smirking. They both snapped their heads in his direction, shocked expressions across their faces. “Please don’t tell.” Jungkook pleaded and Hoseok nodded. “I won’t tell if you warn me next time.” He said before walking out of the room and leaving the two. “How was that?” He asked letting out a sigh of relief. “It was good.” Y/n sighed, knowing that after this Jungkook would still never look at her as anything more than someone to sleep with. She hung her head low but Jungkook was quick to lift it up to make her look at him. “I know I have had a history with girls, but I would really like to settle with you.” He said giving her a smile. Not a smirk, or cheeky grin but a genuine smile. “I’d like that too.” She said smiling and leaning forward to kiss his lips. “But please don’t tell.” She said pulling back quickly to say and Jungkook smiled and nodded.  

    PENETRATORS SQUAD IMAGINE (pt 7)

    Imagine being the first and only girl in the Penetrator Russ bus.

    Author’s note: Here you have it, angels. As usual, a big thank you to Alyssa, @imyourliquor-youremypoison, for being the best beta writer in the world. I don’t even know what to say so, good reading, and if you feel like it, just give me a little feedback so I won’t freak out thinking you guys hated it hahahahah

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    [Tear You Apart] • 1

    Eros

    [Summary: A married Negan takes an interest in his neighbors young daughter]

    Pre-Apocalypse Negan x Anastasia 

    A/N: *OC is of legal age/23* (Her name is pronounced like Ana-stah-seya not ana-stay-sia). I was inspired by a lot of the themed one shots and wanted to try doing one based on the Types of Love! It’s not the literal definition of each type of love, but more based on their broad meaning. Eros: is an erotic or sexual type of love –  SOO I know said I’d post my Jason chapter before this, but I am having such a struggle trying to finish it up & this was already done – will get Jason posted soon promise! The first few parts are super smutty, enjoy :D

    Warnings: 18+, cheating, uhh swearing? the fact that it’s Negan smut? lol please respect the age tag **


    (gif by @mypapawinchester)


    The clear, blue sky enticed the people living in this small town. They all desired to dip into the cool atmosphere just as long as they were away from under the ruthless fist of the unforgiving sun. It’s been like this for a week now. Children ran around, jumping through sprinklers while their laughs echoed across the neighborhood. Women walked around in their sun hats covering their delicate skin with porcelain cream to shield their beauty from the heat’s grasp. The men hid away safely inside, lazily relaxing on their leather recliners while they sat in the comfort of their cool living room caves.

    To be indoors was all Negan could think about as he sat outside replacing old parts of his motorcycle. He didn’t know that the weather would open up the ninth circle of hell when he decided to fix up his Harley. “Sweetie” he looked up to find Lucille walking over to him, holding a silver tray in her hands, wearing her favorite pale blue sundress which emphasized her glowing face. “I brought you some lemonade” she said, planting a kiss on his cheek.

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    Rye & Lies | 1

    Originally posted by gotjimin

    Part 2

    Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader
    Rating: Explicit
    Genre: Angst & Smut
    Word count: 3,592

    Summary: You don’t know his name and he doesn’t know yours but in this moment you could care less. He was gorgeous and you were desperate to be touched.

    A/N: Let’s not talk about the title, okay. I’m not good with titles.
    SURPRISE ! Here’s a Hoseok smut that no one asked for except for me!! Because that man is making me feel some type of way even more so than usual. 


    He believed you didn’t know.

    Thought he was sly and a good liar. That you were oblivious and naïve to everything that was happening behind your back.

    But you knew.

    You could smell her on the collar of his dress shirts when he’d draw you into his chest. Taste the flavour of her lipstick that lingered on his lips.

    He hid a smile full of secrets behind the rim of his coffee cup when he replayed the way her body felt beneath his fingers. Thoughts of her occupied his mind from morning to night and with each new memory of her; ones of you faded away.  

    “Sorry I’m late,” He’d say “Work ran longer than expected.” Was always his excuse.

    You’d never question further, just sat back in silence and simply watched as the distance grew deeper and the lies tangled together. It was suffocating and wretched to know that he probably touched her the same way he touched you when the lights were low and life outside was quite.

    But what were you to do when your marriage could not be nullified for the sake of saving face and avoiding the tainting of either your family names. A contract marriage was nothing but complicated business that a woman of your nature had no place jeopardizing.  

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    This Random Girl [Chapter 1] - Steve Harrington x Reader

      A/N: ya girl is back, with a 3-part-long-ish fic. I’ve been waiting for my boy steve to get attention since season 1, and he finally is


      “Hey, kid, what are you doing?” I call out. The redheaded girl whips around, the sheet of metal she was dragging falling over as she lets go.

     “Uh,” She hesitates, peering around the side of the abandoned bus before turning her attention back to me, steeling her gaze. “What are you doing?”

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    anonymous asked:

    Hi sunshine 💕 I adore your writings , I've always wondered if you could write me one where Y/N is graduating medical school after a lot of work hard and she is sad because no one will attend her graduation ceremony since her mother died when she was 12 and her dad died in Iraq , and after going to London to finish her studies , her sister got married and she couldn't make it , she thinks harry is touring but he surprises her ( btw that is what happened to me and I dream of being a surgeon)

    You should be looking forward to dress shopping, right? Not really.
    Graduating from your dream school meant so much to you, after all you kicked your own butt to achieve that.
    But you wanted someone to pat you on the back that day; tell you they were made proud of you and take candids of you for reminiscing.

     But fate had other plans. Losing your parents in your first year in medical school broke you but you gripped on the belief that they were proud, always reminding yourself of the pep talk they had always gave you.
    All the “We’re so proud of you”’s and the “You’re doing the best you can”’s were like a midnight prayer to you.

    Having a supportive boyfriend to all that was another blessing. Harry might not have studied law as he wanted but he knew how to help you study. Always staying up with you to help you recite, arranging your flashcards by the less and more important and cooking you meals that would help.

    “I read that almonds help with the memory so I put some in here.” He’d say, taking off his Snow White dwarfs apron off.

    And the encouraging kisses whenever he watched you get ready for school, a sleepy smile on his face.

    The new pet name he came up with as you said a medical fact in a friend’s gathering or just telling him something interesting about health; “My smartie.”

    So when he told you that he couldn’t attend your graduation, of course you got upset.

    “But Harry, it’s- it’s my big day. I’ll never relive  this.” You frowned as you sat up in bed, removing yourself from his grasp.

    He sighed, sitting up and holding your hands in his. “I’m so sorry, babe. The show is for charity and I can’t back out. You know I’d do anything to be the-”

    You shook your head, taking your hands out of his. “Forget it. Duty calls, yeah?” You chuckled half heartedly.

    Harry’s heart sank, a deep frown on his face. “At least you won’t be alone. Your sister’s coming, right?”

    “Nope. Called today to tell me she can’t. The doctor told her it’s too dangerous for the baby.” You said, recalling your conversation with your sister who was too pregnant to fly out, practically sobbing on the phone to you as she apologized.

    Harry opened his mouth to speak when you held your hand up, shaking your head. “I’d rather not talk about this. I’m going to sleep.” You got under the covers, making him face your back as you looked at the wall with tearful eyes. 

    Harry sighed, looking at you for a moment before turning off the lamp. “I’m so sorry.” He said, wishing he could find a solution, wishing you’d cuddle again and not have you sleep sad. You didn’t reply. Harry sighed again before closing his eyes.

    //

    Your two best friends were searching through the dresses racks, grins on their faces and chattering excitedly about the tiring years coming to an end.

    “Michael is flying here from Australia.” Rachel said, letting out a tiny squeal as she mentioned her boyfriend.

    You gave her a fake smile, avoiding eye contact as you looked at the dresses.
    “No way! That’s so cute!” Your other friend, Lana said. “My entire family is coming.”

    They both glanced at each other before looking at you, “What about you, Y/N? Are Harry and your sister and her family coming?” Rachel asked softly.

    You shook your head, continuing to avoid their sympathetic looks. “Harry has an important show and Y/S/N can’t fly now because of the baby.” You sighed, taking out a dress to try on.

    “We’re so sorry, Y/N.” Rachel frowned, giving you a side hug.

    You smiled, shaking your head. “Don’t worry.”

    “You know you’re family to the both of us. You won’t be alone.” Lana smiled.

    Going home in the afternoon with your dress neatly in a bag and your mood slightly better after the motivational speech you gave yourself on the way home, your mood was slightly better. Just slightly.

    “Got the dress?” Harry smiled when he saw you walk inside from his spot on the couch. You nodded, keeping it minimal by not giving him a greeting kiss and instead, walking upstairs towards your room.

    Harry frowned to himself before he got up to follow you. He sat on the bed, watching you wash your face and brush your teeth, fiddling with his rings.

    You continued to ignore him as you took out a pair of pyjama shorts and a long sleeved shirt, changing into them. “Are you giving me the silent treatment?” He asked, watching you put on your lotion on your legs.

    “What’s there to talk about?” You asked quietly.

    Harry shrugged, “What did you do today? How was it? Anything really. Like we always do.”

    “It was nice.” You answered him as you moisturised your face, looking at yourself through the vanity mirror.

    “I know you’re upset with me. I understand how it feels bu-”

    You cut him off, finally turning to look at him in fury. “No, you don’t understand what it feels like. You don’t understand what it feels like to not have your parents in one of the most important days of your life. You don’t understand how it feels to not have any family, clapping for you as you get something you have always dreamed about. You don’t understand how it feels to not have your boyfriend being there in a day like this because I’m always there for you. I have been to all your important shows, handing late assignments and pulling all nighters just to stand there and show you that I’m actually proud of you, happy for you. You don’t understand how it feels to listen to everyone going off about how excited they are for that day and you’re just praying to God that it can just hurry the fuck up and get it over with. Don’t tell me you understand how it feels because you don’t.” You cried. You broke, hurt and sad as you let it all out.

    With a heavy heart and an open mouth, Harry stared at you, wide eyed. He approached you as you cried, wrapping his arms around you and hushing. “I got you. I got you, baby. Easy now.” He cooed.

    That night, with Harry’s quiet “I love you” reminders and cuddles, you slept, leaving Harry to send important last minute emails.

    //

    Today was the day.

    “You look so beautiful, love. I’m sure you’re going to be the best dressed and the most gorgeous one there.” Harry smiled at you as he watched you in your pastel blue dress, your hair down in waves and your feet clad in white heels with your gown around your arm and your cap in your hand.

    You smiled, looking down at your dress before back at him. “Yeah?”

    “Absolutely.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around you before pressing his lips to yours.

    “I’m sorry I’m not dropping you off at the airport.” You said quietly, your arms around his waist.

    Harry rolled his eyes with a small chuckle. “You’re apologising? Really, baby?”

    You only smiled, pecking his lips quickly. “I have to go or else I’m going to be late.”

    Harry nodded, following you to the door and outside to your car, putting your small backpack that had your emergency necessities on your passenger seat as he opened the door for you. You got inside, resting your cap and gown beside you before buckling your seat belt. Harry closed the door for you, bending down as you pushed down the window open with a smile.

    “Break a leg. Send me lots of pictures.” He smiled, squinting from the sun.

    You nodded, “Will do.”

    “I love you.” He said, leaning to press his lips against yours.

    “I love you too.” You smiled.

    //

    With your cap and gown on, sitting beside your schoolmates with grins on your faces as the headmaster called out for names, you were growing nervous.

    You cheered as Rachel’s name was called, smiling as she got up and took her diploma, smiling for the picture of her shaking the headmaster’s hand.

    “Y/N Y/L/N.” Was called, grinning and giggling at the cheers as you got up, walking cautiously towards the 3 stairs and up.

    “That’s my girlfriend!” You heard a shout, making your eyes widen as you looked towards the people sitting, a shocked laugh leaving your throat as you saw Harry standing, clapping with his hands above his head and a proud grin on his face. You snapped back to reality, taking your diploma and shaking hands before smiling for the picture.

    You squealed as you got down the stairs, running towards Harry’s open arms instead of your seat, wrapping your arms tightly around him as he lifted you up in his arms, twirling you. “You came!” You whisper yelled, happy tears leaving your eyes once he set you down.

    “Of course I did! You’re my smartie, I have to see all of your exhaustion and stress paying off.” He grinned before leaning down, giving you an excited kiss. “I have so many surprises for you today. This being one,” He grinned, moving to the side and letting you see two behind him; Anne and Gemma.

    You gasped, “No way!”

    You were hugged by both as they congratulated you with proud smiles, both of them taking a picture with you and taking a picture of you and Harry together to quiet Harry’s constant request.

    After taking pictures with your friends with Harry’s camera that he insisted he took, you approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Thank you.” You said, releasing a happy sigh.

    He wrapped an arm around your shoulder while his other hand was on your back. “No, thank you. For always being beside me and making me the proudest happiest man on earth. I love you and I promise to always show you that.” And he sealed the promise with and kiss.

    Going to celebrate in and restaurant with Harry and his (and your) family, Harry kept excitedly showing you all the candids he took of you, telling you which photo he will post
    on his instagram, which one he will set as his wallpaper and which one will he frame.

    By the end of the night, you had your diploma and you had a family that loved you like you were one of them.

    ●● I hope you become a surgeon, love and good luck with it! I didn’t want to write much about the death because I didn’t want to trigger you or any other person. Have a great day! x

    Fast Firsts and Sloppy Seconds  (a Manorian/Rowaelin AU)

    NOTE: This is a piece very near and dear to my heart!! Welcome to my very first TOG fic, and second fic overall! This is kind of a celebration of hitting 100 followers, and kind of a celebration of ACOWAR, but first and foremost, this is a gift for my girl @highlady-casandra. You’re pretty cool, I guess and I love you so so much but you already knew that <3 but also I really hope you’re sleeping right now or we’ll have to fight  Second, it goes to to my fellow Revolutionaries,  @miladyaelin  @snaps7@jxmessjrjuspottcr @throneofstars @fictionalcharactersaremyreality, y’all are the true heroes ;) Third, for @propshophannah, my favorite SJM blog and one of my favorite writers for this fandom, who is a hero in her own right for a million reasons. Thanks for existing. Last but not least, this one’s this is for all of you guys reading it!! I hope you enjoy, and I hope I didn’t butcher them too bad! ( @meabhd You’re a queen and amazing artist and I hope I didn’t butcher your accent/country too much :/ ) Without further ado, here we go!


    Dorian and Aelin burst into the small lively Irish pub. Well, “burst” was kind of a strong word, considering how bogged down they were by their huge backpacks. The two friends had decided to travel across Europe after their college graduation. It was supposed to be a group of them, but they’d lost Lys and Aedion back in Italy. Chaol was supposed to meet them in Dublin – but that was if they ever made it there. The huge storm had come out of nowhere, and their flight had been redirected. Aelin had insisted they try to catch a ferry to continue on to Dublin – but when the huge waves had almost flipped over the boat, she conceded, and they were dropped off on the beach in some other part of Ireland. Trudging up the long hill, they finally came to the bustling pub – the only awake part of the small sea town. Gasping for breath and dripping wet, they glanced around for an empty table in the crowded bar, and spotted a couple getting up in the corner. They quickly grabbed the table before anyone else had a chance, pulling the massive weights off of their backs and flopping into the hard wooden chairs.

    They could feel the heat of the packed pub seeping into their bodies. Groups of people danced around, producing more and more warmth as they jumped and whirled to the tune of the lively reel. The band in the corner looked like they’d been playing for a while, empty beer bottles scattered around their feet as they played.

    They took a few minutes to settle down – wringing the water out of their soaked shirts. Aelin was running a hand through her long blonde hair, trying to untangle the wet tresses, when Dorian shook his head at her like a dog, spraying water everywhere. It was at this moment that the waitress walked over, a hand on her hip and a smirk on her face as she watched Aelin smack him repeatedly.

    She stopped quickly when she noticed the gorgeous girl. A tray was balanced against her hip, and she had a long, messy white braid over one shoulder, along with a wicked grin on her bright red lips. “Name’s Manon,” she drawled, her Irish accent washing over them. “What can I get you lot?”

    Dorian cleared his throat, quickly running a hand through his hair in an effort to look presentable. He began to stumble over his words as his eyes ran over her lithe, muscular body. “I – uh – we – do you have any, um, menus?”

    She snorted, raising an eyebrow at the boy. No – man. He was in his early twenties at least. Her eyes quickly flashed to his flexing muscles as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. He was broad, tall, and all around gorgeous. His bright blue eyes avoided hers as she watched him squirm under her golden gaze. “Aye, o’ course lad, would you like some gold rimmed plates, too? What d’you think this is? A palace, princeling?” She rolled her eyes, scowling at the gorgeous man. Why was it always the pretty ones that were like this?

    “I’ll take a Guiness –”Aelin’s cool voice cut in, as Dorian struggled to regain his composure. “And some food. We’re both starving.”

    “Aye, and soaked through the bone,” Manon mumbled, glancing at their wet clothes. She let out a deep sigh as she crossed her impossibly long legs. “I’ll see what the boys can dig up – kitchen’s supposed to close any minute now.”

    The full weight of her golden gaze turned back to Dorian, a smirk on her face as she watched him startle under the attention. “Anything else I can get you, princeling?”

    He cleared his throat and narrowed his stormy blue eyes as he forced a smirk on his face. “A double shot of whiskey, please.” He winked at her then, feeling the bravery re-enter his voice. “Need something to help warm me up.”

    “Aye,” she smirked, “and some of that Irish courage will do you good, as well.”

    With that, she turned, making her way back to the bar. He couldn’t help but stare at her enticing hips as they moved from side to side. Just like she’d wanted him to.

    He was cute, this American boy. Kind of ridiculous, but cute.

    Soon enough she was back with their drinks, shot Dorian some heated looks, and was off again. He wasn’t usually a one night stand kind of guy, in most situations. But for her? For her he’d make an exception. Miles of long legs were barely covered by a pair of ripped jean shorts. She had on a loose red t-shirt, further accenting her bright red lips. Yet, even in the simple outfit, she looked like a queen. His queen.

    Aelin rolled her eyes watching Dorian eye-fuck the white-haired beauty. Aelin thought she was kind of a bitch, but Dorian never listened to her opinions on his conquests. He was usually more of a relationship guy, but she could tell that this time he just didn’t care. And she wasn’t drunk enough to put up with his shenanigans.

    With a heavy sigh, she stood up from her seat to get another drink. Dorian barely paid her any attention as his eyes followed the waitress, watching her float from table to table, laughing heartily as she flirted with everyone, lighting up the room with her smile.


    Aelin stepped up to the bar, the barkeep nowhere to be found. She eyed the empty seat in the corner and decided to take it right as she noticed someone else about to make a move. It’s not like Dorian was much better company. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair, still wet from the rain. She’d opted to keep her soaked sweatshirt on, wearing nothing but a small tank top underneath. But between the grossly wet fabric against her skin and the heat of the pub, she was leaning closer and closer to taking the damn thing off. Finally, she gave in, ripping off the soaking wet hoodie. And of course, this was the moment the barkeep chose to arrive.

    Rowan Blackthorn couldn’t help but watch, shell-shocked, as the blonde beauty pulled the dark sweatshirt off of her curvy torso. As if the barely-there lace tank top wasn’t bad enough, it slowly slipped up her body as she struggled with the sweatshirt. And there, in that moment, he knew he was absolutely fucked. He cleared his throat as he stepped up across from her, averting his eyes.

    “What can I get you, lass?” His voice was a soft sensual rumble, but she couldn’t really properly enjoy it in her struggle.

    “Right now,” she grunted, “a hand would be nice.” He winced at the fact that he was completely and totally about to begin his descent into hell, and reached over to pull the girl’s sweatshirt off.

    She was suddenly greeted by six feet and four inches of pure muscle. She wasn’t exactly short, but the bartender towered over her. His short white hair was cut close to his head. Gaelic tattoos trailed down half of his face and one of his arms,clearly showing off his heritage. His bright green eyes caught her gaze, and she found herself unable to look away. “Um, thanks,” she mumbled, reaching to grab the sweatshirt that he was holding out to her.

    They stood there then, just like that, watching each other. He took in her wet blonde hair that fell just to her shoulders, and her tight light pink tank top. At least it wasn’t see-through. Then he would have definitely lost it.

    “Y’know,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood, “normally I don’t let guys undress me until after I’ve learned their name.”

    He snorted at that. “Is that all it takes with you, then?” Shit. He couldn’t stop himself. The words were already out, but he’d immediately regretted them. Well, that was that, he supposed.

    She narrowed her eyes at the man. As pretty as he might be, she wouldn’t put up with any bullshit he was presenting her with. “Give me another Guiness,” she snapped. He raised an eyebrow before turning around to grab it without another word. He pulled the cap of the beer straight off with his hands, the asshole. The muscles in his arms tensed and relieved as he accomplished it, and Aelin just about died.

    It was in this moment that Manon sauntered over, two plates in hand. “Are you goin’ back t’yer boyfriend there, or are you stayin’ over here?”

    “He’s not my boyfriend,” she scowled, reaching out a hand for one of the two plates. “On a good day he’s my friend. Right now though, he’s my pain in the ass. So yeah, I’ll eat over here.” Manon smirked as Aelin finally accepted the Guiness Rowan had been holding out.

    She walked away, an extra bounce in her step as she once again made her way to Dorian. Aelin rolled her eyes at the predatory smirk that was growing on her friend’s face. It looked like he’d found his footing fast enough. She turned back to her beer, and the asshole of a bartender.

    He’d begun to clean a glass, obviously trying to look anywhere but at her. She scoffed, rolling her eyes, and turning her attention to her meal.

    Rowan was a fucking idiot. Yeah, Rowan. Great idea. Get the gorgeous girl to like you by insulting her. That always works. Then again, he was sort of out of practice. And more than that, she was only here for, what, a day? Two maximum? He was willing to bet the storm had rolled her in, and she’d be leaving as soon as it was over. Slowly shaking his head, he sighed. Rowan didn’t have time for more attachments to beautiful women who were just going to leave. So maybe being an asshole was a good idea.

    Except then he heard the moan slip out of her mouth. And every logical thought left his head as his entire body stiffened at the sound.

    “God,” she sighed, “who the hell is your cook, and can I marry him?”

    Rowan cleared his throat, straining to talk as her husky voice just played over and over in his head.

    Shit.

    He was in such deep, unending shit.

    “We have two cooks,” he grumbled, trying to prevent his voice from cracking as he watched her lick her fingers, unable to look away.

    His words ran away from him as he watched her dip her soda bread in the Irish Stew and take a large bite, letting out another long, low moan. “Please tell me whichever one made this stew is single.”

    A low growl built in his throat, the sight much too sensual to bear. That moan. However good that stew was, it couldn’t taste nearly as delicious as he was sure she did. What he wouldn’t give to have her thighs around his head, how she would moan then –

    He grit his teeth, shook his head, and forced himself to look away, discretely adjusting his pants as he once again tried and failed to regain his composure. At the sound of bickering voices coming up behind him, Rowan let out a small sigh of relief. Saved by the devils.

    “Fenrys, Connal!” He called behind him, welcoming the distraction. And then he remembered what she was wearing. And that he’d been an asshole. And that she had wanted to marry one of the two idiots. And suddenly regretted everything. “You have an admirer,” he ground out. He hesitated, cautiously glancing at Aelin once again as she slowly enjoyed the bread, her eyes closed and a soft smile on her face. He began to smile as well, and then stopped, scowling instead. Remember. Lyria. With that thought in his head, he stormed down the walkway behind bar to go pour some other drinks.


    Aelin opened her eyes at the sound of the barkeep stomping away. Her eyes were quickly drawn to the tightness of his pants against what she assumed was his equally tight ass. Dear god. She quickly looked away, chastising herself. She shouldn’t pine after what she knew she couldn’t have.  She didn’t even know his name.

    It was then that she found the twins stepping up to her behind the bar. Both were well-built, with gorgeous dark eyes, and deep tans to their skin. They seemed older than the barkeep. The one on the left was easily the most beautiful man she’d seen in her life. He had long golden hair and a mischievous grin on his lips, easily accompanying his onyx eyes that held her favorite kind of sinful promises. The other was just as beautiful, though with long dark hair, and thoughtful dark eyes. He seemed calmer – more melancholy in a way. The dark to the other’s light. Though for some reason, neither could compare to the bartending buzzard.

    She took a sip of her beer and grinned at the twins who were eyeing her just the same. The blond was unashamedly appreciating her figure under the tank top, offering her a wolfish grin, hinting that cooking wasn’t the only thing he was good at doing with his hands. Meanwhile the dark-haired twin simply stepped back, leaning against the bar and rolling his eyes at his brother’s behavior.

    “Name’s Fenrys,” the blond purred, holding out a large hand for her to shake. She took it slowly, feeling the calluses in his palm as her eyes met the heat in his.

    “Aelin.” She smiled coolly, dropping his hand and returning to the stew, feigning aloofness. She could eat politely when she wanted to. And now that the beautiful barkeep wasn’t around, she had no reason not to. She almost laughed thinking back to his attempts at discretely readjusting his pants. As though his lust for her wasn’t entirely obvious. I hope you hate every minute of it, she thought, glaring at his gorgeous broad back.

    “So,” Fenrys drawled, dragging her attention back to him. “Is our dear cousin Rowan treating you well? Irish hospitality and all that?”

    Rowan. Gorgeous name for a gorgeous man. Her eyes followed him as he poured out shots for a group of boys who looked just barely legal. Then she dragged them back to Fenrys, and lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug, her face entirely blank. “Well enough, I suppose.” She took another small bite of the stew, even though all she really wanted was to devour it.

    “You know,” Fenrys murmured, his fingers lightly playing with the tips of hers, “I could certainly treat you very well, if you’d let me.”

    She drew her hand away from his and placed it under her chin, raising a single eyebrow at his forwardness.

    “Since I’m not a dog, I doubt you’ll be surprised to hear I don’t respond well to treats. Though since I’m not entirely certain you’re not a dog, unless you’d like me to rip off your balls so you can play fetch, I suggest you leave me alone.”

    Connall barked out a laugh as Fenrys staggered back, an incredulous look on his face. A surprised laugh escaped his lips as he stepped away, reaching for the whiskey and mumbling to himself about crazy American women.

    It was at this moment that Rowan walked back over, an aggravated look on his face. He should’ve been relieved that she’d probably already agreed to sleep with Fenrys, but for whatever reason, all he felt was a quiet stifling rage. His shoulder rammed into his cousin’s as he passed by him, stepping up next to Connall.

    “Congratulations,” Connall grinned at her, “it’s not often a lass sends my brother off with his tail between his legs.” The two chuckled at the joke between them, Aelin finally smiling again as Rowan stood there, confused.

    “What happened to your betrothed?” He bit out, defensive, not allowing himself to hope for what was too good to be true.

    Aeliln’s smile turned sensual as her eyes once again roamed over his muscular frame. The heat in them almost burned him as they finally met his once again. “Turns out he wasn’t my type. Too easy.” A smirk spread on her lips as Rowan flinched. Connall chuckled again and began to walk away, clapping Rowan on the shoulder. “This one’s all yours, cousin. Good luck.” He winked at him and continued into the kitchen, finally ready to clean up for the night.

    She took a few more bites of her stew, and Rowan went back to methodically cleaning his bar.

    He wished he could say he’d forgotten she was there. But he hadn’t. Even with his back turned to her, he could feel her behind him, burning him with her gaze, and then it was almost as if her moans were ringing in his ears again. With a low groan, he wiped down the bar harder, angrily scrubbing.

    A mischievous grin stretched across her lips, entirely aware of the affect she had on him. He’s going to sleep with me tonight, and he’s going to like it. And then we’ll see who’s the easy one. She ignored the small voice in her head that pointed out the fact that she would no doubt more than like it as well.

    “So, Rowan,” she purred, placing both elbows on the bar and leaning her chin on her intertwined fingers, “tell me about yourself.”

    Part 2

    Home, Part One

    Pairings: Peter Quill x Reader, Steve x Reader

    Warnings: mild language, fluff. about 3k.

    A/N: This will be two parts with a possible epilogue. Wanted to thank @thebeasthasentered for reading my first draft and giving me some really helpful feedback. 

    Summary: Your best friend in the whole  galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?  

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